*Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or its characters. I do own, however, the original character, Makoto. Using my original characters in your own stories is not permitted, unless with my consent. Thank you.

Chapter 4

Blind Vengeance

"You bastard," Inuyasha said. "Damn you!"

Inuyasha leapt once again at Makoto, Makoto avoiding him easily. Makoto peered down at the dead Rin.

"Was I crying before, brother? Over our brother's death? Why is it that I become overcome with these intense emotions?"

Makoto stared at his bloody claws.

"I feel no remorse now, brother."

"Damn him," Inuyasha said.

Meanwhile, back in the forest, a worried Jaken hastily searched for Rin.

"Rin? Where are you? Lord Sesshomaru will kill me for sure this time! Rin!!!"

No answer. Rin was dead. It was silent.

Jaken persisted in his search for over an hour; never deterred from his goal of finding the lost child. Silence rung in his ears.

Eventually, Jaken came across Sesshomaru's corpse and remnants soaked in a crimson bloody bath.

"My Lord! What has happened?!? Who has done this, my Lord Sesshomaru?" Jaken cried. "It must have been that half-breed. My Lord's brother, Inuyasha."

Jaken somberly mused for a moment, and then became decisive.

"Do not worry, my Lord. I will avenge you!"

Jaken then hurried off blindly; unaware of what lied ahead.

The Tetsusaiga was now surging with power. Inuyasha became irate and only driven by his intense anger.

"Damn you!"

Makoto evaded all of Inuyasha's powerful assails.

"I have proven to myself that I have existence," Makoto said. "I have killed our brother. I am certain that he now knows that it means something."

Jaken had reached the edge of the forest, and noticed the vicious battle ensuing. Perhaps his rancorous spirit and the vengeful blood coursing through his veins were the compasses that lead him to Inuyasha.

"It is Inuyasha! But who is that?" Jaken wondered. "Ah! Is it my Lord's ghost?"

Makoto significantly resembled Sesshomaru.

"Do not worry, my Lord, I shall aid you!"

A determined Jaken poised his staff and aimed for Inuyasha. A great pillar of fire was abruptly unleashed from the staff. Inuyasha was nearly scorched.

"What?"

Inuyasha noticed Jaken, and immediately altered his attention to him.

"I shall avenge my Lord!" Jaken cried.

"What? What are you babbling, toad?" Inuyasha asked.

Jaken issued another ray of fire from his staff. Inuyasha avoided it.

"Who is there, Inuyasha?" Makoto asked.

Inuyasha ignored the confused Makoto.

"You killed my Lord Sesshomaru!" Jaken screamed in a trembling voice.

"No. I was the one. I killed Sesshomaru," Makoto said.

Jaken drew his attention Makoto.

"Who are you?!?"

"I am your Lord's brother, Makoto," Makoto explained. "I have slain my brother."

Jaken's uncertainty overtook him.

"My Lord has had another brother this whole time?" he questioned. "You have killed him?"

"Yes," Makoto answered.

Without another word or expression, Jaken took up his staff and drew a powerful blaze to destroy Makoto. However, Makoto had immediately sensed Jaken's intention, and leapt up to dodge the blast. Gravity eventually overtook him, and came down upon the sad earth, attempting to strike at Jaken with his cadaverous claws. Jaken, out of mere fate, had been recoiled by his own blast, and avoided Makoto by those means.

"Ah! My Lord's brother is very powerful!" exclaimed Jaken. "Perhaps even more powerful..."

Makoto stood, waiting; enduring time. He waited for Jaken to attack him first.

"But I shall avenge my Lord!"

At that second, Jaken noticed another corpse, lying on the ground. It was Rin. There was a sudden surge of silence circulating through the saddened air.

"Rin! My Lord's brother killed Rin too?!? This cannot be!"

The silence continued, with a somber Makoto, a lone Inuyasha, and a muddled Jaken.

"This cannot be!"

The waiting and the silence continued. No one said anything until Jaken escaped his denial and confusion.

"I will avenge them!"

Jaken again emitted another shot of flame from his staff. Except this time, it had made contact with Makoto's impassive self.