"Get up, miko."
"Back off, Sesshomaru!"
Gold flashed as it turned to eyes that were so similar to his own.
"Silence yourself, Inuyasha."
His eyes turned back to her's, and she attempted to read the silent message through the grief that was slowly killing her.
"Get up."
Sickening laughter echoed in her ears.
"She cannot. Her weakness is stifling her."
A triumphant grin curled across Naraku's lips.
"Her soul is mine."
Her eyes fell on the body she was still trying to keep together with her bare hands.
"Miko."
Her breathing shuddered.
"Get up."