Well, here you are. The epilogue to Downward Spiral. Hope you enjoyed
reading it, because I know I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for reading and,
for some of you, reviewing!
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A lone tear slipped gently onto the glossed obsidian of the closed coffin. People began to slip out, in a hurry to get to the restaurant before it had crowded too much, but trying not to seem irreverent to the dead.
As the last of them escaped, she fell to her knees, leaning her head lightly against the coffin. The tears gushed down her face and she sobbed loudly. Why her? Why did she have to survive? And why did this have to happen?
She whispered these questions to the unresponsive casket. Sobs racked her body and she knew if anyone remained, they would have stared, funeral or no.
Sango had called when she heard the news, but was out of town and could not return yet. Miroku and Sesshomaru had offered before the ceremony to look after her for a while, and she had replied that she would think about it. She valued her privacy, but she knew if she didn't have someone to keep up with her, she might not survive this.
"You promised you're protect me, Kouga. But I maybe I didn't want your protection. Maybe I just wanted you, Kouga."
She knew there would be no answer to her fervent words, but they were words that needed to be spoken. She wished more than anything that it had never happened. That they had been far, far away, at some beach or something.
But it was not so. He was gone, and she was alone, again.
"Kouga, how could you do this? How could you leave me alone in this world? Please.."
Her body shook so violently with her whispered pleas that it would have appeared she was experiencing a seizure of some sort, and more tears poured now than she had thought possible of forming throughout her lifetime.
"Kouga, I can't do this by myself. Without you, I think there is no hope left for me.."
A strong hand settled onto her should and squeezed gently. She blinked up at the face, trying to focus through her tears, until the steady voice of Inuyasha, who she had long ago deemed an enemy, reached her ears.
"There is always hope."
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The end, for real this time. That was incredibly short.. Sorry. Well. I hope you liked that. I didn't really want to kill off Kouga, but that's how it happened.
Now, the question is, once I finish "That's What You Think" (which may take a while, depending on my moods), should I follow this up with a sequel? It would have, probably, an Inuyasha/Kagome pairing, since I haven't done that one yet, and add more to Miroku and Sango's little relationship.
I don't know if the story really deserves a sequel, honestly, it wasn't that great, so tell me what you think. I can take criticism with a spoon of sugar and a drop of honey, and I won't get mad or evil, honest. Flames are fine, too.
Cream Puffs and Cheesecake
Reiko
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A lone tear slipped gently onto the glossed obsidian of the closed coffin. People began to slip out, in a hurry to get to the restaurant before it had crowded too much, but trying not to seem irreverent to the dead.
As the last of them escaped, she fell to her knees, leaning her head lightly against the coffin. The tears gushed down her face and she sobbed loudly. Why her? Why did she have to survive? And why did this have to happen?
She whispered these questions to the unresponsive casket. Sobs racked her body and she knew if anyone remained, they would have stared, funeral or no.
Sango had called when she heard the news, but was out of town and could not return yet. Miroku and Sesshomaru had offered before the ceremony to look after her for a while, and she had replied that she would think about it. She valued her privacy, but she knew if she didn't have someone to keep up with her, she might not survive this.
"You promised you're protect me, Kouga. But I maybe I didn't want your protection. Maybe I just wanted you, Kouga."
She knew there would be no answer to her fervent words, but they were words that needed to be spoken. She wished more than anything that it had never happened. That they had been far, far away, at some beach or something.
But it was not so. He was gone, and she was alone, again.
"Kouga, how could you do this? How could you leave me alone in this world? Please.."
Her body shook so violently with her whispered pleas that it would have appeared she was experiencing a seizure of some sort, and more tears poured now than she had thought possible of forming throughout her lifetime.
"Kouga, I can't do this by myself. Without you, I think there is no hope left for me.."
A strong hand settled onto her should and squeezed gently. She blinked up at the face, trying to focus through her tears, until the steady voice of Inuyasha, who she had long ago deemed an enemy, reached her ears.
"There is always hope."
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The end, for real this time. That was incredibly short.. Sorry. Well. I hope you liked that. I didn't really want to kill off Kouga, but that's how it happened.
Now, the question is, once I finish "That's What You Think" (which may take a while, depending on my moods), should I follow this up with a sequel? It would have, probably, an Inuyasha/Kagome pairing, since I haven't done that one yet, and add more to Miroku and Sango's little relationship.
I don't know if the story really deserves a sequel, honestly, it wasn't that great, so tell me what you think. I can take criticism with a spoon of sugar and a drop of honey, and I won't get mad or evil, honest. Flames are fine, too.
Cream Puffs and Cheesecake
Reiko