Disclaimer – I own nothing. All rights belong to the proper owner of Man and InuYasha. I merely write this crossover for amusement. I receive no profit from the making of this story.
Authors Note - No one requested this specific suggestion. It is merely one I've been itching to write and never sat down to finish until now. Also, fair warning since there is a mild usage of bad language in the chapter. It is because of a certain someone. I'm sure you all can guess. If not, you'll need to read to find out.
Book 04: Goodbye…? Part 3
Pairing: Kagome/Yuu Kanda
Everyone became silent. Komui observed each of the men, slowly taking in their expressions. Identical looks of shock plastered across Lavi and Allen's faces. Link's look of sheer bafflement and Kanda's, well, his look of complete surprise.
Allen began to tremble once more. He gulped. "K-Komui-san, surely you're not serious... right?" The look of sheer pain that stained his face caused Komui to cringe. Subconsciously, he clutched the button in his palm tighter than before.
"Allen-kun, I-I really wish that I wasn't joking." He replied sincerely, his gaze downcast. "Earlier this morning, Toma-kun discovered a ruined train. Most likely, Akuma attacked it. He investigated the train and found a large amount of blood and an exorcist's coat inside one of the cabins."
Allen's face paled. He glanced towards Toma. When seeing the finder's pained expression, his heart lurched. "She's dead?" He repeated his voice hoarse.
"That's correct, Allen-san." Toma explained, regretful. "I inspected the coat that was lying on the ground of the train compartment and found her name inscribed on the inside and on the coat's buttons."
Something hit the ground. Everyone looked behind them and saw Lavi sitting, his face down.
"Lavi?" exclaimed Allen. He moved towards his best friend and sat down. "You okay?"
"How could she die?" Lavi hissed, ignoring Allen's question. "H-How could she break her promise?"
"Promise?" Komui inquired, curious. Even Link looked interested.
Allen responded. "Its more of a little joke than an actual promise… See, right before K—she would go on missions, she would always make us pinkie swear with each other and promise us that we'll come back." In his mind, he recalled the actual gesture. Kagome, smiling and waving from the Ark, holding her pinkie high and yelling, "I promise to be home soon, don't worry!"
"S-She broke her promise." Lavi grumbled his voice cracking. "That… dope." Suddenly, a sword was shoved right underneath his throat. Lavi gulped and looked up.
Staring down was a murderous Kanda. His eyes glistened with pure hatred. "Baka Usagi, don't you dare say that!"
"Say what?" Lavi questioned, getting up slowly, eyeing the sword intently. If Kanda so much as moved the sword one inch closer, he could take off Lavi's neck, literally.
"You know what you said!" Kanda hollered, his eyes narrowing.
"BaKanda, don't you even think of starting something!" Allen shouted, pushing him. Out of surprise, Mugen slipped out of Kanda's hands and clattered onto the ground. Lavi watched in astonishment as Allen glared vengefully towards Kanda.
"How can you even think of insulting Lavi at a time like this, huh? Kagome-chan is dead! And here you are threatening people! How selfish can you be?!" Tears lined Allen's eyes. Though he tried his best to act manly and maintain some form of composure, he knew he would crack soon.
Kagome-chan, he thought, his soul crying. How can you be gone? How could you have died?
A single rolled down from his left eye.
Kanda scowled towards Allen. Without so much as retaliating to the insult, he merely bent down and retrieved his sword. Sliding Mugen into its sheath, he pushed past Lavi and Link and exited from the room. The doors slammed open, banging against the walls. Everyone jumped and stared to Kanda's retreating figure.
"BaKanda, you selfish jerk!" Allen shouted. "How can you leave?"
Kanda stopped. He turned around, staring towards Allen.
Allen waited for a reply, knowing what would most likely come out of the samurai's mouth. Yet it never came. Instead, Kanda continued to walk on, his ponytail swaying violently.
Allen and Link walked into the cafeteria. It was lunch and Allen was hungry. He had received his usual amount of food from Jerry, the head chef, and thanked him profoundly. As Link waited for his food to be prepared, Allen gazed out towards the cafeteria. As usual, it was packed with finders and scientists. People mingled and chatted, smiling and exchanging stories.
Usually, the sight of the cafeteria made Allen smile. But now, it only caused his stomach to churn with sadness. "Kagome-chan…" Off in the corner was an empty table. It faced one of the large windows and had sunlight streaming in through the top. It shone and fell onto a specific region of the table. "Where you usually sit," he realized. Inside, it felt as though his intestines might stagger out, staining the floor with pink and red.
"Allen-kun, over here!"
"Huh?" He blinked and turned around. Allen glanced in all directions and saw no one.
"Walker, what is the matter?" Link asked.
"Did someone call me?" Allen asked, looking towards Link, confused.
Link blinked, his brows furrowed. "I heard no one call your name."
"Are you sure?" Allen insisted.
Link pursed his lips together. "Positive."
Allen's eyes drooped. In silence, they made their way towards the empty table. Allen set his massive amount of food down. For a minute, he just stared, lost in thought. Then he reached for his food and started to eat.
Link observed him, his little black notebook out. He wrote down a few brief notes before stuffing the papers back into his pockets. This time, Allen made no shouts about demanding to see what the older man wrote. He was completely silent.
Link coughed. "Walker, you're eating quite slowly. Typically, you would have that entire platter finished by now."
Allen moved his fork, playing with his food. "I guess I'm not very hungry right now, Link-san." He admitted.
Link wiped his mouth with a fresh napkin. "Walker, it would be best to move on. Though she has passed away, that is merely one of the facts one must face when fighting a war. People die and people will eventually die. It is a part of life. Thus you must get over it and learn to move on."
The fork clattered onto the ground. "How can you say that?!" Allen demanded and stood up. All around the cafeteria, everything drew silent. All finders turned around, watching. The cooks poked out from the kitchen and stared, shocked. Jerry's mouth dropped.
"I need to move on?" Allen repeated, his voice rising. "How am I supposed to move on and act like nothing happened, Link-san? Explain to me how I should act after finding out that one of my best friends is dead!"
By now, most were whispering. "An exorcist is dead?"
"Maybe it was one of his Noah friends?"
"Is Allen siding with the Millennium Earl?"
While more and more twisted tales erupted within the large room, Allen stood his ground, glowering towards Link. "Answer me!" He shouted.
Link glanced around the room, noticing how many people were watching them. "Walker, sit down. You are causing a scene." He chastised.
"I don't care!" Allen backed away from the table, his chair falling towards the ground. "Unlike you, I can't act like nothing is wrong! I can't move on like you asked me to, since I can't get over the fact that she's dead!" More tears filled his eyes. Just like when he was inside Komui's office, he struggled to maintain some form of composure. "Link-san, I just can't forget… I can't ignore the… the reality that she's gone." His back began to tremble. He bit on his bottom lip.
"Damn this!" He banged a fist against the table. "How could she have died? How?"
"Walker!" Link rose up from the table, "Enough of this. Stop it at once, I say."
Allen's eyes darted towards Link. He stared towards his senior with pained, teary eyes. With one sniffle, he shook his head and backed away. Then he darted out of the cafeteria.
"Walker!" Link shouted, running after him.
Sitting inside a small room, a lone figure stared out a stained glass window. On account of there now being a circular hole punched through the glass, the man was able to hear the conversation that took place outside.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Baka Moyashi… acting like such a wimp." He scoffed once more. "This is war… people die." He licked his lips and kicked off his boots. Lying back, he fell onto the bed and stared up towards the ceiling. His room was dark, even though the sun's rays streamed through his window.
He hissed with displeasure and rolled onto his side. He couldn't dare look towards the window or listen into the Moyashi's conversation outside. "Like I could care less that he's upset… Baka Moyashi." He tried to click his tongue with disdain, but found himself unable to do so.
"Damn." He sat up slowly and rubbed his head. Reaching behind, he unwound his hair, allowing the black strands to flow freely down his back. He fiddled with the hair tie and absentmindedly, he tossed it towards the side. At the moment, he could care less if he lost it.
"The stupid piece of junk… How could you go and get lost." A faint flash of dark hair streamed through his mind. He blinked and looked away. Another flash of happy and warm chocolate brown eyes came to mind. Those warm and heartfelt eyes that made his—
"To hell with that!" he stood up. "Fuck this!" He reached for Mugen and exited from the room. "Stupid, stupid… getting yourself… killed." He stopped walking. His grip on Mugen loosened, and slowly, it fell to the ground. He shut his eyes and exhaled a small sigh. Quickly glancing around the corridor, he heaved a sigh of relief that no one was around. Then, he bent down and grabbed the sword.
He strapped Mugen to his coat's waist and got up. Briskly, he made his way through the corridor, turning down various hallways. Keeping his gaze locked on the ground, he knew that he wanted to head towards the training grounds. He had quite a bit of pent-up frustration he wished to release on something. And whether that object turned out to be human or non-human, he couldn't care less. If anything, he just wanted to beat the shit out of the something. However, instead of making his way to the training grounds, he made a sharp left turn, arriving towards an ornate black door. Painted on the front in bright red letters was the name Kagome Higurashi.
Lavi sat on one of the Order's various couches, situated inside the depths of the library. Logs, scrolls and books spread out, he was in the midst of studying another war Bookman wanted him to memorize. However, with each word he read, he found himself unable to process it, let alone absorb it.
He sighed and pushed the material off from his lap.
"What's wrong?" Bookman inquired, glancing up from his notes.
"Nothing," his student replied.
Bookman heaved a sigh. "Get over her death already… Yes, the passing of an exorcist might be sad, but one must understand the circumstances. Lavi, this is war. In war, people die."
Lavi looked his way. "I know Gramps. I know," he grumbled.
"As if I would believe that," Bookman scoffed.
Lavi balled a hand into a fist. Silently, he got up from the couch. "I'm going for a walk." He announced, not even bothering to glance in Bookman's direction once more.
"Once you get back, you'll have double the amount to memorize." Bookman scolded him.
Lavi flicked his wrist, "Sure, sure." No amount of reading material or studying could change his urge of wanting to walk… alone.
He strolled through the halls of the Order, passing by few people. The occasional finder or scientist looked up, smiling and waving his way. Lavi merely ignored them and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"Lavi-kun, what's wrong?"
He stopped walking. "Kago-chan?" he murmured and turned around.
No one was there.
He groaned. "I'm imagining things," he sighed, shaking his head. Coming to a stop, he leaned against a nearby pillar and stared up towards the ceiling.
Soft creamy skin… dazzling and intelligent eyes… a smile brighter than the prettiest of stars…
"Ugg!" he clutched his head. "Damn this! I can't stop thinking about her." His voice lowered. He came to a halt. His green eye darkened. "Kago-chan, why'd you have to go and die?" He whispered sadly, tears blurring his vision.
Why'd you have to go and leave us…
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Why did you have to go and leave me?
