Seven

…miracle? I am god…

Kagome wanted to scream and call out to him, so he could wrap her in his embrace once more. Instead she floated there, too shocked to act. New circumstances called for new game. This time Sesshomaru would win.

Something had changed about him, somewhere his aura intensified. But he was Sesshomaru. What changed was everything. Nothing. Essential. Insignificant. He was still Sesshomaru. He was still a daiyokai.

But he had leapt to god. Where was the line between god and demon? Both could be revered, both were supreme beings. Among demons and gods alike were hierarchies of power.

Sesshomaru resided at the very crown of the hierarchy. Before he was earthly and ethereal. Now he was celestial and ethereal. She watched as power enveloped him, burst from him, his wounds gone as if they never existed. She saw the anger in his eyes, heard the sorrowful, enraged roar from his soul.

He showed no expression, but he mourned.

She was dead.

He mourned for her.

The diamond heart that he had proven existed was shattering because of her, of her stupid assumptions. She wanted to join him in death but instead left him in life. At that moment she lamented her foolishness, willing to give her heart and soul to come back now. Wanting to jump back within her body. But her soul was all she had left. She had no beating heart, no live body. Magatsuhi had it.

Sesshomaru raised his arm—his left arm, a regenerated, powerful arm, and icily struck the evil spirit. With that new arm he wielded a sword, made from his own bones, his own aura. Its power surpassed any other. It was his. He never needed Tessaiga. This sword Bakusaiga exceeded his father's fang countless fold.

When did he realize? Was it after he met her?

What would he do upon her death?

Even with her physical body was gone, Kagome felt her heart crumble to ash. She could stand as still as an unfeeling stone. Perhaps it was better if she never had life at all.

Everything was all too late.

Author Note: I might turn this into a tragic lover story. Don't kill me. I have to update more and get all my ideas for this story in words. I don't write tragedies, so you're safe for now. Read and review!

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Seven: magic number. Seven wonders of the world. Miracles are works of god(s).