The girl who wouldn't give up
by Sarah
/P
Chapter Name, I thought I loved you... #25, enjoy!
/P
The demon slayer had no clue of the half-demon's wishes of her death, or how he is quickly
dying himself. She didn't even know that her evil double had stolen her sword and used it
against the one she loved. She was still sitting by herself, resting against the tree
and still waiting for Kirashu to return. Sarama felt the half-demon coming and smiled as she
said, "Took you long enough." She heard nothing from Kirashu and felt fear clutching her
heart as she could almost feel the hatred coming from the half-demon. Kirashu threw her sword
at her and it nearly hit her she looked at the sword and her eyes grew wide as she saw the
blood on the sword. "Kirashu..." But the half-demon didn't answer her and Sarama quickly
jumped out of the way as he charged at her with his sword and nearly made contact with her,
but instead missed her by mere inches as it drove into the tree the woman was next to.
She stood there, her eyes wide with fear, her breath coming fast, as she stared into Kiarashu's
angered and hurt eyes, and with that look in his eyes she knew he wanted to do just one thing
to her, kill her. The half-demon quickly pulled his sword from the tree and attacked her
again, swinging the sword left and right, nearly making contact with her every time, and
with his last desperate attack he sliced her arm with the sword and the woman flew backwards
onto the ground. She felt her eyes close for a second but when she opened them she saw Kirashu
with his sword above his head, ready to bring it down and drive the sword into her. Sarama
closed her eyes and waited for the impact, but nothing came, only the feeling of a body
falling onto hers. It was Kirashu's, he was unconscious and she could feel the life
slipping from him. The demon slayer quickly and carefully pushed him away from her body and
looked down at the half-demon, noticing the large wound on his chest, which seemed to be
why he was dying. Sarama knew she had to save him, so she placed her hands on his chest
and they glowed a blue color as she felt his wounds slowly but surely healing. When she was
finally finished she fainted on top of the half-demon. The two woke very slowly and the
half-demon felt the same anger in him as before, and Sarama got up and looked at him with
pleading eyes, knowing this wasn't the same Kirashu she had known before. He felt his now
healed chest and felt some softness come to his eyes as he thought to himself, 'She saved
me ... but she also tried to kill me.' With this thought he spoke in a cold tone, "I don't
think we should see each other again, and I don't think we'll ever see each other again,
don't follow me, don't try to stop me."
/p
"Kirashu..." Sarama said his name softly, with so much hurt in it that the half-demon felt his heart
ache for her for a second. The half-demon walked away from her and Sarama immediately
called to him, "Wait! Why are you doing this? Why are you leaving me?" Kirashu just replied,
"You know exactly what you did to me... I don't want to hurt you." Sarama took a step toward
him and softly said with hurt in her voice, "I don't know what I did..." Kirashu just
ignored what she said and started to walk off again when she spoke again. "Aren't ... aren't
you going to let me say good-bye then?" The half-demon only shook his head as he said in an
almost annoyed tone, "You're not going to make this easy, are you?" Sarama walked quickly
over to the half-demon and turned him toward herself, placing her face closely to his. He saw
the tears welling up in her eyes, and he didn't know why she looked so sad, she sure as hell
didn't look sad when she attacked him. The demon slayer leaned into him, pressing her body
close to his as he suddenly realized she was going to kiss him, but he couldn't stop her,
so he just stood there almost planted to the ground. Their lips touched for the first time
and the half-demon couldn't believe how soft, how pure the kiss was. It was a kiss of pure
love, not lust, he felt himself leaning into her, savoring her lips, slowly he brought his hands
around her waist and bringing her yet closer to him. Her taste was almost addictive, her
lips so soft, so perfect, he wanted to never part from her, and then he remembered her words
before, 'I HATE you, loathe you, I never loved you, and never will!' His eyes shot open as
he remembered this and he pushed himself away from Sarama. He walked quickly away from her
as he said loudly, "Don't follow me, don't try to stop me!" Sarama took a step forward after
the half-demon and then fell immediately to her knees. She only felt this sad after her
village's and her parents deaths, but this felt somewhat worse in a strange way, her heart,
it felt like it was ripped apart, she wouldn't allow herself to cry though, she refused to,
so the woman just laid on the ground and stared blankly at nothing in particular, she felt
her lips for a second and could still remember their kiss, how perfect it felt, but she
guessed that Kirashu didn't feel the same way, he left her, she would never see him again.
At this last thought she sat up and grabbed her knees and brought them to her chest and
placed her head on her legs, she closed her eyes, wanting only darkness, but instead she
saw images of Kirashu, she wanted to scream, to punch something and will herself to stop these
images of him, he didn't want her, he probably never wanted her. A demon slayer and a
half-demon, what was she thinking?! She thought she knew him, 'Well, I guess I thought wrong.'
She couldn't help herself anymore, she couldn't stop it anymore, she cried for the second
time in her life. She let herself stoop down and let her emotions out in terrible sobs, and as
her tears touched the ground blue flames came from then, swirling around her, she didn't
know such a thing was happening, and probably didn't care even if she did. The forest was
enveloped in the demon slayer's crying, she cried until she willed herself to stop, lying
on her side on the forest ground. Her eyes were blank, lacking the fire and happiness which
were evident in them before. 'Will the pain ... will it ever stop?" She clutched her heart and
tried to fall asleep, to do anything but stare blankly, but she would not get the welcome
approach of sleep, she only got the replay in her head of their kiss over and over again,
and Kirashu attacking her and getting ready to kill her. She finally screamed out loud, "Stop
it! I'm going to go insane!" She jumped up from the ground she was laying and punched the
nearest tree with all of the strength in her. Sarama felt her hand go numb with pain as she
nearly broke it in two and she fell slowly to the ground again, clutching herself as she
rested her head on her legs and closed her eyes, willing herself to see only blankness
and praying for morning to come, another day to come, but what would she do the next day?
'Kirashu...'
/p
Kirashu ran away from where the demon slayer was standing, he had to get as far away from her
as possible, give himself no time to think, to care, to feel. He jumped from tree to tree,
landing on the ground and then running fast, he was running so fast that it seemed as if the
devil himself was chasing after the half-demon. Kirashu finally stopped running when he could
run no longer, when he had no strength in him to move his legs anymore. With that feeling he
laid on the ground and was stuck thinking about what he just did. 'You did the right thing,
like she said, she could never love you, she HATED you, she's a demon slayer, she's supposed
to hate demons such as you, especially half-demon mutts such as yourself.' He felt his dog
ears droop at this thought and immediately touched his lips, remembering the amazing kiss
they shared, he still had her taste in his mouth, her addictive taste. 'Probably just another
trick, another trick, another way for her to burn her beauty, her touch, and now her taste,
into my mind, into everything which I do.' "I'll just go back to the way I lived before..."
He knew he was only speaking to himself but he knew he didn't want to go back to his lonely
life before, with no one except himself, and no one who cared for him, he stuck up for himself,
always having himself against the world, yet again. 'I wonder what she's thinking right now...
I all ready miss her, but this was her fault! Hers, all her fault!' The memories were hitting
him painfully, their adventures, how his heart nearly skipped a beat at the feeling of her
being close to him, all the times she protected him, he protected her. Suddenly, the
half-demon felt a lone tear fall from his eyes, he caught the tear on the tip on his clawed
finger and stared at it, not being able to remember the last time he cried. 'All for that
stupid wench! That beautiful, intelligent, funny, smart, clever, damn wench!' He thought this
angrily, standing up and bringing his first down to the ground, hoping that the pain would
give him something else to think about, but all which he felt was the memories crowding him
again, almost suffocating him. 'I have to run again.' The half-demon started to run even
farther, the speed and the wind slowly clearing his mind, but he knew he couldn't keep on
running from the memories, but what else could he do? The half-demon thought for just a moment
to himself and finally decided to run as far as possible away from the demon slayer, and then
go into seclusion, hopefully after the years passed by her memories would become more distant,
and maybe, possibly, he could be able to be free from having her in his memories, though he
doubted this, there would be no woman as strong, as beautiful, as intriguing, as amazing,
as the demon slayer. He just hoped she could find a better man for herself, rather than a
pitiful mutt such as himself. Another tear fell from the half-demon's face as he thought
of this but he didn't bother to brush it off this time, but allowed the tears to flow freely
on his face, as he laid his head against the nearest tree and stared at the stars above.
But the half-demon did not see the stars which were shinning brightly this night, he saw only
the beautiful demon slayer and their time spent together replaying on the black sky above.
/p
What a sad chapter, but I really love it myself. So much emotion I felt myself tearing up,
I hope you guys liked it, and I know, cliffy, those things just haunt ya, don't they? lol.
by Sarah
/P
Chapter Name, I thought I loved you... #25, enjoy!
/P
The demon slayer had no clue of the half-demon's wishes of her death, or how he is quickly
dying himself. She didn't even know that her evil double had stolen her sword and used it
against the one she loved. She was still sitting by herself, resting against the tree
and still waiting for Kirashu to return. Sarama felt the half-demon coming and smiled as she
said, "Took you long enough." She heard nothing from Kirashu and felt fear clutching her
heart as she could almost feel the hatred coming from the half-demon. Kirashu threw her sword
at her and it nearly hit her she looked at the sword and her eyes grew wide as she saw the
blood on the sword. "Kirashu..." But the half-demon didn't answer her and Sarama quickly
jumped out of the way as he charged at her with his sword and nearly made contact with her,
but instead missed her by mere inches as it drove into the tree the woman was next to.
She stood there, her eyes wide with fear, her breath coming fast, as she stared into Kiarashu's
angered and hurt eyes, and with that look in his eyes she knew he wanted to do just one thing
to her, kill her. The half-demon quickly pulled his sword from the tree and attacked her
again, swinging the sword left and right, nearly making contact with her every time, and
with his last desperate attack he sliced her arm with the sword and the woman flew backwards
onto the ground. She felt her eyes close for a second but when she opened them she saw Kirashu
with his sword above his head, ready to bring it down and drive the sword into her. Sarama
closed her eyes and waited for the impact, but nothing came, only the feeling of a body
falling onto hers. It was Kirashu's, he was unconscious and she could feel the life
slipping from him. The demon slayer quickly and carefully pushed him away from her body and
looked down at the half-demon, noticing the large wound on his chest, which seemed to be
why he was dying. Sarama knew she had to save him, so she placed her hands on his chest
and they glowed a blue color as she felt his wounds slowly but surely healing. When she was
finally finished she fainted on top of the half-demon. The two woke very slowly and the
half-demon felt the same anger in him as before, and Sarama got up and looked at him with
pleading eyes, knowing this wasn't the same Kirashu she had known before. He felt his now
healed chest and felt some softness come to his eyes as he thought to himself, 'She saved
me ... but she also tried to kill me.' With this thought he spoke in a cold tone, "I don't
think we should see each other again, and I don't think we'll ever see each other again,
don't follow me, don't try to stop me."
/p
"Kirashu..." Sarama said his name softly, with so much hurt in it that the half-demon felt his heart
ache for her for a second. The half-demon walked away from her and Sarama immediately
called to him, "Wait! Why are you doing this? Why are you leaving me?" Kirashu just replied,
"You know exactly what you did to me... I don't want to hurt you." Sarama took a step toward
him and softly said with hurt in her voice, "I don't know what I did..." Kirashu just
ignored what she said and started to walk off again when she spoke again. "Aren't ... aren't
you going to let me say good-bye then?" The half-demon only shook his head as he said in an
almost annoyed tone, "You're not going to make this easy, are you?" Sarama walked quickly
over to the half-demon and turned him toward herself, placing her face closely to his. He saw
the tears welling up in her eyes, and he didn't know why she looked so sad, she sure as hell
didn't look sad when she attacked him. The demon slayer leaned into him, pressing her body
close to his as he suddenly realized she was going to kiss him, but he couldn't stop her,
so he just stood there almost planted to the ground. Their lips touched for the first time
and the half-demon couldn't believe how soft, how pure the kiss was. It was a kiss of pure
love, not lust, he felt himself leaning into her, savoring her lips, slowly he brought his hands
around her waist and bringing her yet closer to him. Her taste was almost addictive, her
lips so soft, so perfect, he wanted to never part from her, and then he remembered her words
before, 'I HATE you, loathe you, I never loved you, and never will!' His eyes shot open as
he remembered this and he pushed himself away from Sarama. He walked quickly away from her
as he said loudly, "Don't follow me, don't try to stop me!" Sarama took a step forward after
the half-demon and then fell immediately to her knees. She only felt this sad after her
village's and her parents deaths, but this felt somewhat worse in a strange way, her heart,
it felt like it was ripped apart, she wouldn't allow herself to cry though, she refused to,
so the woman just laid on the ground and stared blankly at nothing in particular, she felt
her lips for a second and could still remember their kiss, how perfect it felt, but she
guessed that Kirashu didn't feel the same way, he left her, she would never see him again.
At this last thought she sat up and grabbed her knees and brought them to her chest and
placed her head on her legs, she closed her eyes, wanting only darkness, but instead she
saw images of Kirashu, she wanted to scream, to punch something and will herself to stop these
images of him, he didn't want her, he probably never wanted her. A demon slayer and a
half-demon, what was she thinking?! She thought she knew him, 'Well, I guess I thought wrong.'
She couldn't help herself anymore, she couldn't stop it anymore, she cried for the second
time in her life. She let herself stoop down and let her emotions out in terrible sobs, and as
her tears touched the ground blue flames came from then, swirling around her, she didn't
know such a thing was happening, and probably didn't care even if she did. The forest was
enveloped in the demon slayer's crying, she cried until she willed herself to stop, lying
on her side on the forest ground. Her eyes were blank, lacking the fire and happiness which
were evident in them before. 'Will the pain ... will it ever stop?" She clutched her heart and
tried to fall asleep, to do anything but stare blankly, but she would not get the welcome
approach of sleep, she only got the replay in her head of their kiss over and over again,
and Kirashu attacking her and getting ready to kill her. She finally screamed out loud, "Stop
it! I'm going to go insane!" She jumped up from the ground she was laying and punched the
nearest tree with all of the strength in her. Sarama felt her hand go numb with pain as she
nearly broke it in two and she fell slowly to the ground again, clutching herself as she
rested her head on her legs and closed her eyes, willing herself to see only blankness
and praying for morning to come, another day to come, but what would she do the next day?
'Kirashu...'
/p
Kirashu ran away from where the demon slayer was standing, he had to get as far away from her
as possible, give himself no time to think, to care, to feel. He jumped from tree to tree,
landing on the ground and then running fast, he was running so fast that it seemed as if the
devil himself was chasing after the half-demon. Kirashu finally stopped running when he could
run no longer, when he had no strength in him to move his legs anymore. With that feeling he
laid on the ground and was stuck thinking about what he just did. 'You did the right thing,
like she said, she could never love you, she HATED you, she's a demon slayer, she's supposed
to hate demons such as you, especially half-demon mutts such as yourself.' He felt his dog
ears droop at this thought and immediately touched his lips, remembering the amazing kiss
they shared, he still had her taste in his mouth, her addictive taste. 'Probably just another
trick, another trick, another way for her to burn her beauty, her touch, and now her taste,
into my mind, into everything which I do.' "I'll just go back to the way I lived before..."
He knew he was only speaking to himself but he knew he didn't want to go back to his lonely
life before, with no one except himself, and no one who cared for him, he stuck up for himself,
always having himself against the world, yet again. 'I wonder what she's thinking right now...
I all ready miss her, but this was her fault! Hers, all her fault!' The memories were hitting
him painfully, their adventures, how his heart nearly skipped a beat at the feeling of her
being close to him, all the times she protected him, he protected her. Suddenly, the
half-demon felt a lone tear fall from his eyes, he caught the tear on the tip on his clawed
finger and stared at it, not being able to remember the last time he cried. 'All for that
stupid wench! That beautiful, intelligent, funny, smart, clever, damn wench!' He thought this
angrily, standing up and bringing his first down to the ground, hoping that the pain would
give him something else to think about, but all which he felt was the memories crowding him
again, almost suffocating him. 'I have to run again.' The half-demon started to run even
farther, the speed and the wind slowly clearing his mind, but he knew he couldn't keep on
running from the memories, but what else could he do? The half-demon thought for just a moment
to himself and finally decided to run as far as possible away from the demon slayer, and then
go into seclusion, hopefully after the years passed by her memories would become more distant,
and maybe, possibly, he could be able to be free from having her in his memories, though he
doubted this, there would be no woman as strong, as beautiful, as intriguing, as amazing,
as the demon slayer. He just hoped she could find a better man for herself, rather than a
pitiful mutt such as himself. Another tear fell from the half-demon's face as he thought
of this but he didn't bother to brush it off this time, but allowed the tears to flow freely
on his face, as he laid his head against the nearest tree and stared at the stars above.
But the half-demon did not see the stars which were shinning brightly this night, he saw only
the beautiful demon slayer and their time spent together replaying on the black sky above.
/p
What a sad chapter, but I really love it myself. So much emotion I felt myself tearing up,
I hope you guys liked it, and I know, cliffy, those things just haunt ya, don't they? lol.