Hmmmm....Maybe I can bring him back in the later chapters...But how?
Eh..Read, reveiw, and wait for the next installment..
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The flashes of light that engulfed the arrows were far brighter than those Kagomes produced. As they had made their way into the han-yous flesh, the raven haired girl had cried out, in both fear and shock. The preistess, she knew, was close by. How could Kikyou shoot so many arrows in succession, each hitting their mark? Had the arrows been another ploy to drag Inuyasha to the depths of hell?
No, that couldn't be right. None of the arrows had hit their mark. They had been aimed for Kagome. Inuyasha had merely taken the hits, rather than watch who he'd loved die.
Surprise overcame the han-you. when the arrows had hit him, and gone through him, as was the force of the blows. There was a firce anger propelling each of the twelve arrows shot, each flying so quickly he had almost not enough time to force Kagome upon the ground, so the arrows wouldn't take her as well. A cry of anger ripped through the fresh sceen of carnage, as the preistess fled, no more arrows to accompany those planted in the blood strewn soil where so shortly had a body so full of life stood. Gasping, Inuyasha ripped away all clothing from his chest, falling to his knees, and then lieing upon ground so dark with his own blood, it looked as though they were pools of ink.
Dusk fell quickly through the forest, as Kagome knelt beside him, shaking with fury and tears, looking upon his face and blinking them away. He seemed so relaxed..A gental smile etched itself upon his milky face, his eyes full not of fear, but concern for her, as she whimpered beside him. The smile, she knew, was both in gratitude she remained alive, and that she was at his side, as always had she been. "Inuyasha...Inuyasha...Please don't die..Please don't die..."
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Kagomes head snapped from the ground with a jerk, her eyes rising quickly to the tree she laid beneath, in hopes that his death were merely a dream. A ragged sob pulled through her, as tears lined again her eyes, when she found the tree to be empty, as it had been for the two weeks since his death. She could almost see him, could sence him in such a way that though the tears didn't come, she began to sob, pulling herself to her feet, and clinging to the tree as if afraid if she let go, she would be loosing faith in herself, and her friends.
The wind murmured in his voice her name, and she moved a hand to her head, thinking she was loosing her sanity, if she hadn't the day she had fled his corpse. Until this very night she had refused to acknowledge his death, pretending his absence was due to an injury, though her heart screamed of her foolishness, showing her in her dreams his death each time she laid to rest. "I'll kill Kikyo for this..I swear it..If I can't have him...." Bright lines of light appeared upon her cheeks, as the moon reflected in newely shed tears, tears she didn't know existed, as she plotted her revenge, shaking silently in the blackness of the night.
------------- Figured I'd let you in on what had killed him. The idea was from a reader, and I thank them...Now, I need ideas for the next chapter. Flames are fine, ladidadida...I was thinking about keeping him as a wandering spirit, with little memory of anything but her, seeking her...What you think? Eh..Reveiw, please:)
The flashes of light that engulfed the arrows were far brighter than those Kagomes produced. As they had made their way into the han-yous flesh, the raven haired girl had cried out, in both fear and shock. The preistess, she knew, was close by. How could Kikyou shoot so many arrows in succession, each hitting their mark? Had the arrows been another ploy to drag Inuyasha to the depths of hell?
No, that couldn't be right. None of the arrows had hit their mark. They had been aimed for Kagome. Inuyasha had merely taken the hits, rather than watch who he'd loved die.
Surprise overcame the han-you. when the arrows had hit him, and gone through him, as was the force of the blows. There was a firce anger propelling each of the twelve arrows shot, each flying so quickly he had almost not enough time to force Kagome upon the ground, so the arrows wouldn't take her as well. A cry of anger ripped through the fresh sceen of carnage, as the preistess fled, no more arrows to accompany those planted in the blood strewn soil where so shortly had a body so full of life stood. Gasping, Inuyasha ripped away all clothing from his chest, falling to his knees, and then lieing upon ground so dark with his own blood, it looked as though they were pools of ink.
Dusk fell quickly through the forest, as Kagome knelt beside him, shaking with fury and tears, looking upon his face and blinking them away. He seemed so relaxed..A gental smile etched itself upon his milky face, his eyes full not of fear, but concern for her, as she whimpered beside him. The smile, she knew, was both in gratitude she remained alive, and that she was at his side, as always had she been. "Inuyasha...Inuyasha...Please don't die..Please don't die..."
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Kagomes head snapped from the ground with a jerk, her eyes rising quickly to the tree she laid beneath, in hopes that his death were merely a dream. A ragged sob pulled through her, as tears lined again her eyes, when she found the tree to be empty, as it had been for the two weeks since his death. She could almost see him, could sence him in such a way that though the tears didn't come, she began to sob, pulling herself to her feet, and clinging to the tree as if afraid if she let go, she would be loosing faith in herself, and her friends.
The wind murmured in his voice her name, and she moved a hand to her head, thinking she was loosing her sanity, if she hadn't the day she had fled his corpse. Until this very night she had refused to acknowledge his death, pretending his absence was due to an injury, though her heart screamed of her foolishness, showing her in her dreams his death each time she laid to rest. "I'll kill Kikyo for this..I swear it..If I can't have him...." Bright lines of light appeared upon her cheeks, as the moon reflected in newely shed tears, tears she didn't know existed, as she plotted her revenge, shaking silently in the blackness of the night.
------------- Figured I'd let you in on what had killed him. The idea was from a reader, and I thank them...Now, I need ideas for the next chapter. Flames are fine, ladidadida...I was thinking about keeping him as a wandering spirit, with little memory of anything but her, seeking her...What you think? Eh..Reveiw, please:)