Theme: #95 Tough
Genre: Hurt/Angst
Rating: K+
Word Count: 300
Warning: N/A
Summary: Kagome breaks down
A/N: Originally posted on LJ 7/7/2010. Happy Tanabata !
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my own cracked imagination
The tengoku no mirā acted as a viewing pool to the world below. It was where Papa Higurashi witnessed his daughter's time-tripping journey and her final selfless act. And, it was after much begging and pouting, that he finally gave in and allowed her to use it herself.
It was probably the toughest thing that she had ever put herself through, not even her death could compare. Takeshi had tried his best to plead against it; but when had the stubborn miko ever listened to anyone's advice. Especially after hearing that the youkai she secretly loved was distraught over her loss. She just had to see it with her own eyes.
Kagome knelt in front of the ethereal mirror sobbing, her father's hand on her shoulder in comfort. She had to witness her own funeral, as well as the break up of her beloved tachi. The excruciating ache that tore at her soul when she realized that all was not well, even after her sacrifice compounded the agony and depression that gripped her heart.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way. They were supposed to grieve and go on with their lives. But look at them! They are all miserable and broken and…Sesshoumaru is the worst of them all because he's trying to pretend like it didn't happen. I didn't even know he cared that much about me and now he's acting like he wishes I never existed. How can I find peace in the afterlife knowing that I am the cause of their pain?" she blubbered.
What was a father to do? What words could he say that would ease the burden of her self-imposed guilt? There was only one person he knew of who understood this kind of loss.
"Come child, there is someone you need to meet."