Crystal of Love

RK and YYH don't belong to me.

AN: Hello again people, once more, I am back, slowly but surely, but, after this fic, it think I'm going to stop writing on the good side of fanfiction for a while… I hope you all understand my attention span is VERY short, and the fuse for this fic has gone out. Thus, I don't know how long its gonna take me to finish this fic. Sorry.

Chapter 20: Bye-bye Angel of Mine

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"And where do you expect us to find an angle?" demanded Tsuki, hands fisted on her hips, her eyes glaring at the creature as if blaming him for all the trouble that has gone on in her life.

"Tsuki," said Misao and Kaoru at the same time, some how figuring it out before the rest what the pink haired ANGEL really meant. "I think it means it's the angel."

"Oh," she muttered, blushing slightly at having been corrected like that. "But you could've just said so."

"I like making you suffer Tsu-chan," it replied, walking over to the altar of the shrine, where Kaoru and Kenshin were, knowing exactly what to do—and what the consequences would be.

"I have to drink your blood right?" Kaoru said, somewhat shakily, not used to the act of drinking from someone's neck other then Kenshin's from time to time. All the other times she had ever drunk blood was from a wine cup served to her with dinner while she was in this world and living as the "Spawn of Darkness" should live.

"Yes, it won't be so bad, it was originally the way people drank blood—sucking it from their victims limbs."

"I don't really need a picture of it in my mind thank you," Kaoru said sarcastically. Omochi just smiled. But that did nothing to ease the nervousness boiling inside her stomach. There was no way to know what her hungry might do to her if blood—fresh blood from the victim—was to be served right in front of her.

Oh, how Omochi knew though. Once hearing the act of giving the blood from an angel to strengthen their god to the point of ultimate power. But, it would cost the angles life; for once it was drained of its healing blood, it was drained of its life. And this angel was determined to help her fly—even at the cost of its own precious life, the meaningless pit it had been thrown into when the fall from heaven happened so long ago.

Raising a hand, a sharp nail, to his neck, along a vein. With a quick swipe the blood spilled forward and Kaoru's hunger took control as she leaped forward and attached herself to his neck, feeding off the liquid as if it was life itself. She couldn't stop herself from taking it all.

But not only the blood came, but the memories of the blood's owner also came, its memories and knowledge was flashed before her mind, and she knew immediately what fate awaited it and knew there was no way to stop it from happening.

'Just let it come slow and easy…' a thought—its thought—came through her mind, silently pleading for her to do so. Without thinking she agreed, and felt Omochi's life slip slowly through her fingers and go away. Then, finally, it was over.

Omochi's eyes looked at her a moment, they shined with something new as they went blank and closed forever. The temple was silent, as everyone had their own silent pray for the fallen angel in his last glory. Some where near to where Yahiko and Tsubame waited at the gate in the world above, a pack of wolves howled to nothing as the angel died in his own honorable death.

"It knew what would happen," said Misao, tears trailing down her checks as she looked away. "I even knew, though I had never seen the process myself." Aoshi wrapped her into a tight hug, and she cried softly into his chest.

"Did he die without any pain?" Tsuki asked, Tisha right behind her, though his question was silent.

"Yes, it seemed like he wanted it to end this way…with him leaving the worlds with a good cause…" Kaoru answered, tears coming down as well, but she wiped them away before they could be seen. She needed to be strong at a time like this, sides, who ever heard of a crying goddess of Darkness? The thought made her want to laugh, but a sob came out instead, and she felt Kenshin hug her from behind, holding her closely to his body.

"Now is not the time for crying, we'll just waste Omochi-san's sacrifice to waste," said Reika, making something know to her, the skill of trying to things moving, despite what has happened. You couldn't just left those who died for you do so in vain, you had to continue on, despite that, despite all the odds. Just to reach what you know is right.

"She has a point," said Megumi. Sano took off his white coat and placed it over the body before Hiei could move and do so with his own black cloak.

"So we continue on?" said Kurama, wanting nothing but to hold her little sister as she was in pain, but controlling herself from dong so.

"Yes, and I know the way."

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AN: I did it! It may be short, but I did it! I was able to write another short chapter for this story, and my estimate is that it won't take me until another 2-3 chapters more to complete the thing! Though…it may take me a while on the fighting scenes, I'm not all to good with those…

Eliz: I totally agree with you, but, hopefully my fuse for this fic will light back up soon and I will be back on track.

Omochi: speechless? I never thought that chapter could be speechless, but I guess it could be.

TigerWolf: I thought the knowledge of who the angel was wasn't a mystery, it was Omochi, why else would it know the most about it? Other then Misao though. I like it as a fanfic as well; it just seems much more expectable.

Jay: angel's are like, created by god (or something like that… I don't quite know), so their blood being a healing balm to gods and goddesses would fit.

Thank you for reviewing, and I hope you liked this chapter, and those to come, slowly but they will!