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the original character, Makoto. Using my original characters in your own
stories is not permitted, unless with my consent. Thank you.
Chapter 8
Existence, Death, Rebirth, and Fate
The staff emitted one final flame from its mouth. It hit Jaken like a sudden gust of powerful wind, and his body was instantly turned to gray ash. Jaken's staff remained planted into the ground of the forest, and it did indeed stand there for years, until it withered and was washed away by the refreshing rain.
Makoto took up the Kasekijinsei, and thrust it into the air. It landed near Inuyasha, but he avoided it, as well as the blast from its impact. Inuyasha threw himself in the air, and rushed at Makoto, catching him in the chest. He was thrown back, but hoisted himself, and fought back at the transformed Inuyasha. Inuyasha clawed relentlessly, aiming only to annihilate Makoto. The Kasekijinsei seemed to have lost its power, for it was rendered as powerless as the Tetsusaiga, both lying on the earth in their normal states. Makoto slashed at Inuyasha, but was now struggling.
"Brother, are you full demon?" Makoto wondered. "You must be desperate for vengeance."
Inuyasha continued to fight primitively, never ceasing or succumbing to fatigue, as was now apparent with the weakened Makoto.
"Brother, you will die..."
Makoto realized that he would die. He would be slain by Inuyasha. He could not, however, admit even to himself, that he would be soon erased from the world, and his existence would prove to be nothing.
"Die," Inuyasha growled.
Inuyasha's body glowed with a powerful light. He was empowered. All he wanted was the sight of crimson waves spewing from Makoto's maimed body. His demonic blood had driven him to slaughter mercilessly before, and was even more determined now. He would kill.
Inuyasha charged at Makoto and slashed him across the chest, nicking some entrails. He dismembered an arm. He ousted Makoto's blind eyes.
Makoto's remnants fell to the silent earth. Inuyasha had finally slain him. The Kasekijinsei melted back into the ground, from which it came. A renewing breeze blew by, as Inuyasha returned to normal; a half-demon state. He took up his Tetsusaiga, sheathed it, and left the bloodied battlefield.
Inuyasha walked through a pasture of lush grass, beside the dark forest. He mused, and then soon saw a gigantic hole in the midst of the field. It was from Miroku's wind tunnel, the exact spot where it consumed him perhaps moments before. Inuyasha stood for a moment in silence, and then continued on.
Eventually, Inuyasha spotted something on the ground. It was the Hiraikotsu, Sango's weapon, lying in the green blades of grass. Sango's screams of horror were burnt into his skull.
"Kohaku!"
His head seared with pain. He rubbed it, and it dissipated. Then, Inuyasha picked up a faint odor of blood, and began walking again, meandering a path from which the direction of the scent seemed to emanate. He was led to a section of an entrance to the forest, blood hung heavy in the quiet air. He entered, and soon ran into a horrific sight. It was a mutilated Sango, sprawled out onto the forest floor. Her body was drenched in blood, a sharp rapier clutched in her hand. She wore a painful expression, with open eyes of willpower. She had committed suicide.
Inuyasha prayed for her soul, that she would find peace with her brother, Kohaku, and her family in the afterlife. He stood there for a while, and then decided to bury her. He dug her a hole in the forest, and covered her with the loamy dirt. He mused for another minute, standing by her grave, and then exited the woods.
Inuyasha eyes met another sight as he continued to walk. It was one of Shippo's tops. He picked it up, scrutinized it, and then buried it also, just like Sango. Everyone needed some kind of burial and a final farewell.
Thus, he ventured on, not saying a word aloud, or to himself, only musing, deep thinking, and prayer. He soon led himself to the Bone Eater's Well, now desecrated and sealed eternally. It was this well from which Kagome entered the feudal era, and Makoto was the one that had sealed it off, forever leaving the lone Kagome in her own time period. Inuyasha's somber face turned to one of sadness and poignancy. His heart cried internally, hurting and aching. She could no longer return. Kagome was gone.
"Kagome..."
Inuyasha sat down and spent the rest of the day there. His whole body hurt from everything; it all happened in an instant. He eventually mustered enough strength to leave, and approached a cliff nearby. He looked out on the horizon, and thought about Kikyo.
"Goodbye, Kikyo..."
She was gone from this world. If her soul was at peace, was questionable. Inuyasha had loved her. But nothing could be changed now; it was all sealed. Inuyasha continued to sit and think, saying farewell to all, allowing the moon to appear in the sky. Once the dark night set in, Inuyasha lied down, and slept.
In the morning, Inuyasha awakened to the crisp breeze and welcoming sun. All had remained still, quiet, and unchanged. He got up, and finally walked off into the distance, unable to endure his losses and sadness, however blissful for those he avenged. His life was now merely partial, and he walked on.
End.
Chapter 8
Existence, Death, Rebirth, and Fate
The staff emitted one final flame from its mouth. It hit Jaken like a sudden gust of powerful wind, and his body was instantly turned to gray ash. Jaken's staff remained planted into the ground of the forest, and it did indeed stand there for years, until it withered and was washed away by the refreshing rain.
Makoto took up the Kasekijinsei, and thrust it into the air. It landed near Inuyasha, but he avoided it, as well as the blast from its impact. Inuyasha threw himself in the air, and rushed at Makoto, catching him in the chest. He was thrown back, but hoisted himself, and fought back at the transformed Inuyasha. Inuyasha clawed relentlessly, aiming only to annihilate Makoto. The Kasekijinsei seemed to have lost its power, for it was rendered as powerless as the Tetsusaiga, both lying on the earth in their normal states. Makoto slashed at Inuyasha, but was now struggling.
"Brother, are you full demon?" Makoto wondered. "You must be desperate for vengeance."
Inuyasha continued to fight primitively, never ceasing or succumbing to fatigue, as was now apparent with the weakened Makoto.
"Brother, you will die..."
Makoto realized that he would die. He would be slain by Inuyasha. He could not, however, admit even to himself, that he would be soon erased from the world, and his existence would prove to be nothing.
"Die," Inuyasha growled.
Inuyasha's body glowed with a powerful light. He was empowered. All he wanted was the sight of crimson waves spewing from Makoto's maimed body. His demonic blood had driven him to slaughter mercilessly before, and was even more determined now. He would kill.
Inuyasha charged at Makoto and slashed him across the chest, nicking some entrails. He dismembered an arm. He ousted Makoto's blind eyes.
Makoto's remnants fell to the silent earth. Inuyasha had finally slain him. The Kasekijinsei melted back into the ground, from which it came. A renewing breeze blew by, as Inuyasha returned to normal; a half-demon state. He took up his Tetsusaiga, sheathed it, and left the bloodied battlefield.
Inuyasha walked through a pasture of lush grass, beside the dark forest. He mused, and then soon saw a gigantic hole in the midst of the field. It was from Miroku's wind tunnel, the exact spot where it consumed him perhaps moments before. Inuyasha stood for a moment in silence, and then continued on.
Eventually, Inuyasha spotted something on the ground. It was the Hiraikotsu, Sango's weapon, lying in the green blades of grass. Sango's screams of horror were burnt into his skull.
"Kohaku!"
His head seared with pain. He rubbed it, and it dissipated. Then, Inuyasha picked up a faint odor of blood, and began walking again, meandering a path from which the direction of the scent seemed to emanate. He was led to a section of an entrance to the forest, blood hung heavy in the quiet air. He entered, and soon ran into a horrific sight. It was a mutilated Sango, sprawled out onto the forest floor. Her body was drenched in blood, a sharp rapier clutched in her hand. She wore a painful expression, with open eyes of willpower. She had committed suicide.
Inuyasha prayed for her soul, that she would find peace with her brother, Kohaku, and her family in the afterlife. He stood there for a while, and then decided to bury her. He dug her a hole in the forest, and covered her with the loamy dirt. He mused for another minute, standing by her grave, and then exited the woods.
Inuyasha eyes met another sight as he continued to walk. It was one of Shippo's tops. He picked it up, scrutinized it, and then buried it also, just like Sango. Everyone needed some kind of burial and a final farewell.
Thus, he ventured on, not saying a word aloud, or to himself, only musing, deep thinking, and prayer. He soon led himself to the Bone Eater's Well, now desecrated and sealed eternally. It was this well from which Kagome entered the feudal era, and Makoto was the one that had sealed it off, forever leaving the lone Kagome in her own time period. Inuyasha's somber face turned to one of sadness and poignancy. His heart cried internally, hurting and aching. She could no longer return. Kagome was gone.
"Kagome..."
Inuyasha sat down and spent the rest of the day there. His whole body hurt from everything; it all happened in an instant. He eventually mustered enough strength to leave, and approached a cliff nearby. He looked out on the horizon, and thought about Kikyo.
"Goodbye, Kikyo..."
She was gone from this world. If her soul was at peace, was questionable. Inuyasha had loved her. But nothing could be changed now; it was all sealed. Inuyasha continued to sit and think, saying farewell to all, allowing the moon to appear in the sky. Once the dark night set in, Inuyasha lied down, and slept.
In the morning, Inuyasha awakened to the crisp breeze and welcoming sun. All had remained still, quiet, and unchanged. He got up, and finally walked off into the distance, unable to endure his losses and sadness, however blissful for those he avenged. His life was now merely partial, and he walked on.
End.