Protect Him - Part I
The flare of the hama-no-ya was scorchingly bright, searing though the encroaching blackness over his vision. He could just make out the wind blades crash against the reiki that stood firm and unyielding, sheltering him from harm.
Kagome.
The haze was bleeding inwards from the edges of his vision again. Absently, he noted that he had probably lost too much blood. But no, he needed to fight it. He willed his eyes to clear, if nothing, maybe he could just see her one last time.
The line of her jaw was drawn taut pulling at the delicate structures of her slim neck. He could just make out the shifting shadows on her left cheek and if it wasn't for the blood pooling into his ears he might've heard the grind of her teeth set against each other. Being prostrated on ground like a broken doll did not offer the best vantage point but he could still see that grim focused determination glittering in her eyes.
Fuck. It was not supposed to be like this. He should be in her place, legs wide and firmly planted like hers was. Yet all that was between him and that unfathomably lethal bastard was the fragile body of a human girl. And he can't even fucking lift his fucking arm right now. His claws flexed painfully, uselessly. She should not be throwing her life away to protect him.
Kagome drew the bowstring back with a fluid motion, the tense lines of her shoulder and arms radiating an unyielding certainty. Even though his blurry eyes could still make out that fine tremble in her knees, he could feel her power pulse. She was so strong.
The arrow took. He could vaguely make out the retreating stance of Naraku. The blackness finally flooded his vision in an unrelenting wave and he found himself succumbing almost willingly.
He was safe with her.
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