Chapter ?: OSUWARI!!, The Power of Sit
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Inuyasha fought Naruko. He fought with more skill and passion than he ever though he could possess. Maybe this was due to the fact that he knew this was his last chance, maybe it was due to the ultimate need to survive…or maybe he had just developed such an over whelming hatred for the son of a bitch that had finally been released into action.
But it seemed that, though they had been fighting for hours, neither of them were any the worse.
He was perfectly aware of this, though it did little to dissuade him from continuing with the fight. He wasn't about to stop, not now, not until the end. There was no way in hell he was giving up now…besides. It didn't seem to really be an option…It was more like a 'do or die' situation..and after all..everyone was counting on him.
All his strength, energy, and, until just recently, attention, had been put into the fight. But know, half his mind had went elsewhere..he wasn't thinking about the fighting anymore, instinct took care of that...something had distracted him..something that had totally engulfed his senses.
He could smell the blood. The scent of it sickened him. It didn't take a full youkia to know whose blood it was, and it didn't take a genius to know that no one could live without that much of it.
He had felt the prescience of Kohaku and Kanna not too long ago..More precisely, the moment Kagome had screamed out Sango's name..okay, so the wench clued him in..at least he had heard her scream..That wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do in the midst of fighting for your life, as well as everyone you care about's.
He had not even risked a glance it their direction, he had thought they could handle it, and, even if they couldn't, there was always tensaiga. But, even knowing that, did not stop the lump from rising in his throat when he smelt their blood. For the first time, he realized just how much he valued them as friends.
First had come the scent of Miroku's blood, he recognized it easily, after all, fighting youkia everday isn't exactly a job that doesn't involve getting a few scrapes and scratches. It confused him at first. He had been thoroughly expecting to smell Sango's. After all, that had been the name that Kagome had called out...and unless Kagome's eyesight was even worse than he had thought, that should have been the person who was in danger. But soon he realized what had happened, and, for a fleeting second, he had felt a slight tinge of respect for the lech.
Before he could so much as finish processing what was happening around him, another smell arrived. This was a scent he smelt almost everyday, the blood of the demon exterminator. Not only was her blood scent present, but it was mixed in with what he presumed to be Kohaku's...The scent of which having similarities of Sango's, such similarities could only be present in family.
Given the combination of smells, he could only assume what had happened. He hadn't thought Sango had it in her, it was hard to kill someone you loved, even if the soul of that person had died a long time ago. He knew how that was, he knew oh to well…not even he could do what Sango had.
The scent of one's friend's blood, is one of the worst scents around..only rivaled by one. Death. The scent of death was now hovering around the area like a thick fog, practically smothering him.
Among the scent's of his friends death, was another. He inhaled deeply, just to make sure his assumptions were in fact correct.
Yep, Kohaku was definitely dead, but Kanna was still very much alive. With Sango and Miroku gone, he immediately worried about Kagome.
She couldn't die..he wouldn't let her. What if he didn't defeat Naraku? There wouldn't be anyone to bring her back with Tensaiga…the probability of Seshoumaru coming to her aid was, to say the least, doubtful. Even if he died..and she was all that was left..she still had *some* chance of escaping..well..more than she did if she were dead…
Although he didn't really know what damage a girl made of nothingness could do exactly, especially with her mirror broken and all, he couldn't help but worry about Kagome.
Needless to say, he was struck with terror when he smelt blood again. But after only a second of realization, he smiled, realizing who the blood belonged to. Kanna was dead, and the blood was hers. He was over come with pride for Kagome. She had, in some respect, avenged the death of her friends, even if their death was only temporary...at least that's what he hoped...
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Kagome sat staring at her two dead friends. She couldn't help but wander if it were her fault that they were dead. Sure, that sounded almost insane..but..still..one couldn't help but wander..
If she had never fell into the well, would they still be alive? Would Miroku and Sango even know each other? Would Inuyasha know either of them? No .. Inuyasha would still be pinned up to that tree..and she..well..she would be a regular old high school student, studying for exams, chatting with friends, having normal, everyday, life.
The idea of a normal life had never seemed so far away .. her old life seemed so .. simple ..plain .. mundane.
The troubles of not wearing the right make up, having the most popular boyfriend, and getting good grades seemed far from important after spending so many days waking up not knowing if she'd live through to the next one, so many times crying over long dead mikos and indecisive hanyous..so many hours spent contemplating on why she should choose to love someone who, by all the powers of logic, she should have never met in the first place…but, strangely enough, she realized, not for the first time, that she really wouldn't have it any other way…
However..that didn't stop her from feeling..isolated. Never before had she felt such a sense of not belonging.
She didn't think she could ever go back to the way she was before..before Inuyasha..before the well..before this new life..not after all she had been through. But at the same time..it seemed wrong to find your place in life 500 years in the past..
What was she? Some kind of cosmic fluke? Was she even meant to be born? Was she meant to have died as a small child, before she could reek havoc on a different time period? Had the gods accidentally overlooked her, made the mistake of forgetting to make her accidentally fall down the stairs to her death at the age of three, forgetting to make her contract some fatal disease in infancy?
'I must have been meant to die, my whole life must just be some horrible mistake, after all, why would the gods porously let someone live only to upset the balance of time?'
Every little thing she did here was changing something in the future, every little thing she did here changed something in some way. How much longer would it be before she began to randomly appear in history books?
Or maybe it wasn't a mistake that she had lived. Maybe it had been a mistake that she had been born. Not that she had been born in the first place, but that she had been born when she was. Maybe she was supposed to have been born in Feudal Japan, and this was the gods way of fixing that little mistake.
Or maybe someone just couldn't decide when they wanted her to live so they just picked both. Did she have life changing things to do in both time periods? That's a lot of pressure to put on a fifteen year old.
Or maybe this was all just some cruel joke made by the gods, maybe she was just born so the gods could get a few laughs in.
Or maybe *she* was meant to decide, maybe the god's *really* couldn't decide when they wanted her to live, maybe she had important things to do in both times. Maybe the god's had thought it fair that she decide for herself when to live. Maybe she had been given a choice.
But where did she belong? At this point, did she really belong anywhere?
She might have gone on thinking those thoughts, those thoughts that were sure to drive her insane..if it weren't for one little thing.
She remembered something, that, in all the action that had just ensued, she had forgotten.
Or rather, it wasn't that she suddenly *remembered* , something just happened to jog her memory.
Jewel shards.
With Kohaku and Kanna dead, and the shards definitely not coming from Naraku, that left only one person.
Kagura, and she was close.
So close in fact, that Kagome was afraid to turn around.
But then she didn't have to, instead, a hand was clamped over her mouth and she was brought up from the ground by slender arms, toned with the muscles of someone with obvious fighting experience.
The motion was so swift that she didn't realize what was happening until it was too late.
The wind youkia had her, holding her firmly against her own body. So tightly, that she couldn't move.
With both her bow and arrows still laying on the ground, right beside the place that she had been sitting only second before, she was weaponless.
And in the position she was in currently…it also seemed that she was quite defenseless.
What was she going to do now?
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Inuyasha sniffed at the air tentatively, he had caught a new scent on the wind and decided it best to investigate…great..another unwelcome visitor.
Kagura. Of course, how could he possibly have forgotten her? Was Kagome ok? He didn't smell her blood..but..what if Kagura had poisoned her or something? What if..what if she was hurting her? Kagura was *much* stronger than Kagome..the girl really didn't stand much of a chance..even worse, he could smell her fear.
Was she safe? Maybe she could use her bow and arrows..she *had* gotten pretty good with them..
He blocked another blow from Naraku, not even thinking about it, his mind was on Kagome.
"Hey InuYasha!"..such a mocking voice..
That overly cocky voice was unmistakable. That stupid bitch was calling out to him! it was all he could do to restrain himself from glancing over to where it came from…what if she had Kagome?!
" I got your little bitch, Inuyasha." Kagura called again, taunting him
That was it, he couldn't restrain himself any longer, he had to make sure Kagome was all right.
He risked a glance in the direction the voice had came from. However, before he could see what was going on, before he could see anything for that matter, the world went black.
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Kagome was scared, and rightfully so. Kagura's grip was strong and firm, there wasn't any getting out of it. Even so, that didn't stop her from struggling, even if she couldn't escape, she sure wasn't going to go out with out a fight..and she was gonna make Kagura's experience as unpleasant as possible.
" Hold still you little bitch!, I'm not going to kill you, I want Naraku dead just as much as you."
Now that didn't make any sense! If she was on their side..then why was she holding her against her will. Kagome tried to talk, her voice muffled by Kagura's hand, even so, one could still understand what she was saying.
" Then why the fuck are you holding me like this?"
She was angry, but that didn't stop her from blushing. It was the first time she had ever used a word like that before, and, even given the situation, she still felt slightly ashamed of herself for using such language.
"Oooh what a dirty mouth you have, but, to answer your question, everyone knows that Inuyasha fights better when he thinks his little bitch is in trouble."
With that statement of explanation, Kagura proceeded to yell at Inuyasha.
"Hey Inuyasha!!" she began mockingly, " I got your little bitch, Inuyasha."
"Oh Kami..no..", It was the first thing that left her mouth, but it too, was barely audible due to the hand over her mouth.
She knew that Kagura had made a big mistake in what she had just did. She knew that Kagura had made a mistake that, might possibly, end both their lives, not to mention Inuyasha's.
Because, Kagome had thoroughly predicted what would happen as soon as Kagura spoke the words 'Hey Inuyasha', she knew all too well that Inuyasha would just *have* to check to make sure she was alright. And, she knew, that that would be all the time Naraku would need to get the upper hand.
She turned her head in the direction that she had been trying her best to avoid, she hadn't wanted to watch Inuyasha fight Naraku..what if he didn't make it..she couldn't bare to watch him die too.
But now she was forced to, so she looked, watched as her prediction came true.
Just as Inuyasha turned to look at her, Naraku used that instant to hit him upside the head, hard enough to knock even a full demon unconscious.
"oops...", The single word had come from Kagura, but it was still genuinely remorseful, she really hadn't expected *that* to happen....
'Oh Kami, what's he going to do to him now?', Kagome's thoughts were soon answered as Naraku grabbed the collar of Inuyasha's Fire Rat Kimono and lifted him above himself into the air. Naraku readied his other hand for some sort of energy blast, more than likely one that would prove fatal.
With one swift movement, Kagome bit down as hard as she could on Kagura's hand and threw her body off of her own.
Before the wind youkia could so much as process what had happened, the girl from the future yelled the first thing that came to mind, which, also happened to be the only thing that could possibly save them at that moment.
"SIT BOY, SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT!!!!!!!!"
And, the body of Inuyasha suddenly came crashing down on top of Naraku. Catching him completely off guard. Not to mention knocking him out.
Kagome knew this was her only chance. Grabbing an arrow, she swallowed her fear and ran over to where Naraku lay, pinned to the ground by a very unconscious hanyou.
She grabbed the untransformed Tetusaiga from where it had fallen on the ground, after Inuyasha had dropped it when he lost consciousness. Mumbling the occasional "sit", to keep Naraku pinned, she used the Tetusaiga to cut open Naraku's nasty baboon pelt, as it seemed the only way to get it off with Inuyasha still pinning him down.
She cut quickly, afraid of what would happen if Naraku woke up, even the power of 'sit' might not be able to hold HIM down.
Finally, she had exposed Naraku's bare chest.
Ignoring the way that just the thought of what she was about to do made her stomach churn, she took her arrow and, using it as a dagger, plunged it into Naraku's chest, right into his heart, assuming the bastard had one. She wasn't sure that would kill him though.
She hesitated a bit after seeing the arrow safely planted in Naraku's heart, she didn't really want to do what she was about to.
It was gruesome, it was gory, it was much more Inuyasha's line of business than her own, but, it seemed, she was the only one there to do it right now. She had to do it, she had to do it to fulfill her promise to Sango.
"For Sango, for Miroku..", her voice was a harsh whisper, but it didn't falter, and she managed to keep it free from exposing the way her body was trembling in fear.
Grimacing slightly, she once again grabbed the rusty old katana that turned into Tetusaiga when in Inuyasha's grasp, and then she proceeded to do what Inuyasha had almost done to Miroku.
She cut off Naraku's head. It was difficult, the katana was dull, but after a few awful minutes, Naraku's head finally separated from his body and rolled a few feet away. Blood was everywhere. Kagome was covered in it, but, at that point, it didn't seem that she really cared much, or maybe she didn't even notice.
"I want you to rot in hell, bastard, I just hope you don't enjoy it too much there."
She was completely emotionally worn out, as well as physically, and it showed through in her half attempt at a heroic sentence.
She collapsed, sobbing...this had really been quite a day..
Soon she too joined the land of the unconscious, she fell sleep.
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Revised/edited 2/24/02
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Inuyasha fought Naruko. He fought with more skill and passion than he ever though he could possess. Maybe this was due to the fact that he knew this was his last chance, maybe it was due to the ultimate need to survive…or maybe he had just developed such an over whelming hatred for the son of a bitch that had finally been released into action.
But it seemed that, though they had been fighting for hours, neither of them were any the worse.
He was perfectly aware of this, though it did little to dissuade him from continuing with the fight. He wasn't about to stop, not now, not until the end. There was no way in hell he was giving up now…besides. It didn't seem to really be an option…It was more like a 'do or die' situation..and after all..everyone was counting on him.
All his strength, energy, and, until just recently, attention, had been put into the fight. But know, half his mind had went elsewhere..he wasn't thinking about the fighting anymore, instinct took care of that...something had distracted him..something that had totally engulfed his senses.
He could smell the blood. The scent of it sickened him. It didn't take a full youkia to know whose blood it was, and it didn't take a genius to know that no one could live without that much of it.
He had felt the prescience of Kohaku and Kanna not too long ago..More precisely, the moment Kagome had screamed out Sango's name..okay, so the wench clued him in..at least he had heard her scream..That wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do in the midst of fighting for your life, as well as everyone you care about's.
He had not even risked a glance it their direction, he had thought they could handle it, and, even if they couldn't, there was always tensaiga. But, even knowing that, did not stop the lump from rising in his throat when he smelt their blood. For the first time, he realized just how much he valued them as friends.
First had come the scent of Miroku's blood, he recognized it easily, after all, fighting youkia everday isn't exactly a job that doesn't involve getting a few scrapes and scratches. It confused him at first. He had been thoroughly expecting to smell Sango's. After all, that had been the name that Kagome had called out...and unless Kagome's eyesight was even worse than he had thought, that should have been the person who was in danger. But soon he realized what had happened, and, for a fleeting second, he had felt a slight tinge of respect for the lech.
Before he could so much as finish processing what was happening around him, another smell arrived. This was a scent he smelt almost everyday, the blood of the demon exterminator. Not only was her blood scent present, but it was mixed in with what he presumed to be Kohaku's...The scent of which having similarities of Sango's, such similarities could only be present in family.
Given the combination of smells, he could only assume what had happened. He hadn't thought Sango had it in her, it was hard to kill someone you loved, even if the soul of that person had died a long time ago. He knew how that was, he knew oh to well…not even he could do what Sango had.
The scent of one's friend's blood, is one of the worst scents around..only rivaled by one. Death. The scent of death was now hovering around the area like a thick fog, practically smothering him.
Among the scent's of his friends death, was another. He inhaled deeply, just to make sure his assumptions were in fact correct.
Yep, Kohaku was definitely dead, but Kanna was still very much alive. With Sango and Miroku gone, he immediately worried about Kagome.
She couldn't die..he wouldn't let her. What if he didn't defeat Naraku? There wouldn't be anyone to bring her back with Tensaiga…the probability of Seshoumaru coming to her aid was, to say the least, doubtful. Even if he died..and she was all that was left..she still had *some* chance of escaping..well..more than she did if she were dead…
Although he didn't really know what damage a girl made of nothingness could do exactly, especially with her mirror broken and all, he couldn't help but worry about Kagome.
Needless to say, he was struck with terror when he smelt blood again. But after only a second of realization, he smiled, realizing who the blood belonged to. Kanna was dead, and the blood was hers. He was over come with pride for Kagome. She had, in some respect, avenged the death of her friends, even if their death was only temporary...at least that's what he hoped...
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Kagome sat staring at her two dead friends. She couldn't help but wander if it were her fault that they were dead. Sure, that sounded almost insane..but..still..one couldn't help but wander..
If she had never fell into the well, would they still be alive? Would Miroku and Sango even know each other? Would Inuyasha know either of them? No .. Inuyasha would still be pinned up to that tree..and she..well..she would be a regular old high school student, studying for exams, chatting with friends, having normal, everyday, life.
The idea of a normal life had never seemed so far away .. her old life seemed so .. simple ..plain .. mundane.
The troubles of not wearing the right make up, having the most popular boyfriend, and getting good grades seemed far from important after spending so many days waking up not knowing if she'd live through to the next one, so many times crying over long dead mikos and indecisive hanyous..so many hours spent contemplating on why she should choose to love someone who, by all the powers of logic, she should have never met in the first place…but, strangely enough, she realized, not for the first time, that she really wouldn't have it any other way…
However..that didn't stop her from feeling..isolated. Never before had she felt such a sense of not belonging.
She didn't think she could ever go back to the way she was before..before Inuyasha..before the well..before this new life..not after all she had been through. But at the same time..it seemed wrong to find your place in life 500 years in the past..
What was she? Some kind of cosmic fluke? Was she even meant to be born? Was she meant to have died as a small child, before she could reek havoc on a different time period? Had the gods accidentally overlooked her, made the mistake of forgetting to make her accidentally fall down the stairs to her death at the age of three, forgetting to make her contract some fatal disease in infancy?
'I must have been meant to die, my whole life must just be some horrible mistake, after all, why would the gods porously let someone live only to upset the balance of time?'
Every little thing she did here was changing something in the future, every little thing she did here changed something in some way. How much longer would it be before she began to randomly appear in history books?
Or maybe it wasn't a mistake that she had lived. Maybe it had been a mistake that she had been born. Not that she had been born in the first place, but that she had been born when she was. Maybe she was supposed to have been born in Feudal Japan, and this was the gods way of fixing that little mistake.
Or maybe someone just couldn't decide when they wanted her to live so they just picked both. Did she have life changing things to do in both time periods? That's a lot of pressure to put on a fifteen year old.
Or maybe this was all just some cruel joke made by the gods, maybe she was just born so the gods could get a few laughs in.
Or maybe *she* was meant to decide, maybe the god's *really* couldn't decide when they wanted her to live, maybe she had important things to do in both times. Maybe the god's had thought it fair that she decide for herself when to live. Maybe she had been given a choice.
But where did she belong? At this point, did she really belong anywhere?
She might have gone on thinking those thoughts, those thoughts that were sure to drive her insane..if it weren't for one little thing.
She remembered something, that, in all the action that had just ensued, she had forgotten.
Or rather, it wasn't that she suddenly *remembered* , something just happened to jog her memory.
Jewel shards.
With Kohaku and Kanna dead, and the shards definitely not coming from Naraku, that left only one person.
Kagura, and she was close.
So close in fact, that Kagome was afraid to turn around.
But then she didn't have to, instead, a hand was clamped over her mouth and she was brought up from the ground by slender arms, toned with the muscles of someone with obvious fighting experience.
The motion was so swift that she didn't realize what was happening until it was too late.
The wind youkia had her, holding her firmly against her own body. So tightly, that she couldn't move.
With both her bow and arrows still laying on the ground, right beside the place that she had been sitting only second before, she was weaponless.
And in the position she was in currently…it also seemed that she was quite defenseless.
What was she going to do now?
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Inuyasha sniffed at the air tentatively, he had caught a new scent on the wind and decided it best to investigate…great..another unwelcome visitor.
Kagura. Of course, how could he possibly have forgotten her? Was Kagome ok? He didn't smell her blood..but..what if Kagura had poisoned her or something? What if..what if she was hurting her? Kagura was *much* stronger than Kagome..the girl really didn't stand much of a chance..even worse, he could smell her fear.
Was she safe? Maybe she could use her bow and arrows..she *had* gotten pretty good with them..
He blocked another blow from Naraku, not even thinking about it, his mind was on Kagome.
"Hey InuYasha!"..such a mocking voice..
That overly cocky voice was unmistakable. That stupid bitch was calling out to him! it was all he could do to restrain himself from glancing over to where it came from…what if she had Kagome?!
" I got your little bitch, Inuyasha." Kagura called again, taunting him
That was it, he couldn't restrain himself any longer, he had to make sure Kagome was all right.
He risked a glance in the direction the voice had came from. However, before he could see what was going on, before he could see anything for that matter, the world went black.
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Kagome was scared, and rightfully so. Kagura's grip was strong and firm, there wasn't any getting out of it. Even so, that didn't stop her from struggling, even if she couldn't escape, she sure wasn't going to go out with out a fight..and she was gonna make Kagura's experience as unpleasant as possible.
" Hold still you little bitch!, I'm not going to kill you, I want Naraku dead just as much as you."
Now that didn't make any sense! If she was on their side..then why was she holding her against her will. Kagome tried to talk, her voice muffled by Kagura's hand, even so, one could still understand what she was saying.
" Then why the fuck are you holding me like this?"
She was angry, but that didn't stop her from blushing. It was the first time she had ever used a word like that before, and, even given the situation, she still felt slightly ashamed of herself for using such language.
"Oooh what a dirty mouth you have, but, to answer your question, everyone knows that Inuyasha fights better when he thinks his little bitch is in trouble."
With that statement of explanation, Kagura proceeded to yell at Inuyasha.
"Hey Inuyasha!!" she began mockingly, " I got your little bitch, Inuyasha."
"Oh Kami..no..", It was the first thing that left her mouth, but it too, was barely audible due to the hand over her mouth.
She knew that Kagura had made a big mistake in what she had just did. She knew that Kagura had made a mistake that, might possibly, end both their lives, not to mention Inuyasha's.
Because, Kagome had thoroughly predicted what would happen as soon as Kagura spoke the words 'Hey Inuyasha', she knew all too well that Inuyasha would just *have* to check to make sure she was alright. And, she knew, that that would be all the time Naraku would need to get the upper hand.
She turned her head in the direction that she had been trying her best to avoid, she hadn't wanted to watch Inuyasha fight Naraku..what if he didn't make it..she couldn't bare to watch him die too.
But now she was forced to, so she looked, watched as her prediction came true.
Just as Inuyasha turned to look at her, Naraku used that instant to hit him upside the head, hard enough to knock even a full demon unconscious.
"oops...", The single word had come from Kagura, but it was still genuinely remorseful, she really hadn't expected *that* to happen....
'Oh Kami, what's he going to do to him now?', Kagome's thoughts were soon answered as Naraku grabbed the collar of Inuyasha's Fire Rat Kimono and lifted him above himself into the air. Naraku readied his other hand for some sort of energy blast, more than likely one that would prove fatal.
With one swift movement, Kagome bit down as hard as she could on Kagura's hand and threw her body off of her own.
Before the wind youkia could so much as process what had happened, the girl from the future yelled the first thing that came to mind, which, also happened to be the only thing that could possibly save them at that moment.
"SIT BOY, SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT!!!!!!!!"
And, the body of Inuyasha suddenly came crashing down on top of Naraku. Catching him completely off guard. Not to mention knocking him out.
Kagome knew this was her only chance. Grabbing an arrow, she swallowed her fear and ran over to where Naraku lay, pinned to the ground by a very unconscious hanyou.
She grabbed the untransformed Tetusaiga from where it had fallen on the ground, after Inuyasha had dropped it when he lost consciousness. Mumbling the occasional "sit", to keep Naraku pinned, she used the Tetusaiga to cut open Naraku's nasty baboon pelt, as it seemed the only way to get it off with Inuyasha still pinning him down.
She cut quickly, afraid of what would happen if Naraku woke up, even the power of 'sit' might not be able to hold HIM down.
Finally, she had exposed Naraku's bare chest.
Ignoring the way that just the thought of what she was about to do made her stomach churn, she took her arrow and, using it as a dagger, plunged it into Naraku's chest, right into his heart, assuming the bastard had one. She wasn't sure that would kill him though.
She hesitated a bit after seeing the arrow safely planted in Naraku's heart, she didn't really want to do what she was about to.
It was gruesome, it was gory, it was much more Inuyasha's line of business than her own, but, it seemed, she was the only one there to do it right now. She had to do it, she had to do it to fulfill her promise to Sango.
"For Sango, for Miroku..", her voice was a harsh whisper, but it didn't falter, and she managed to keep it free from exposing the way her body was trembling in fear.
Grimacing slightly, she once again grabbed the rusty old katana that turned into Tetusaiga when in Inuyasha's grasp, and then she proceeded to do what Inuyasha had almost done to Miroku.
She cut off Naraku's head. It was difficult, the katana was dull, but after a few awful minutes, Naraku's head finally separated from his body and rolled a few feet away. Blood was everywhere. Kagome was covered in it, but, at that point, it didn't seem that she really cared much, or maybe she didn't even notice.
"I want you to rot in hell, bastard, I just hope you don't enjoy it too much there."
She was completely emotionally worn out, as well as physically, and it showed through in her half attempt at a heroic sentence.
She collapsed, sobbing...this had really been quite a day..
Soon she too joined the land of the unconscious, she fell sleep.
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Revised/edited 2/24/02
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