"Kagome! Kagome, is that you?" Life rushed back into my amber eyes, renewed with hope that I had thought lost forever.
My complexion was almost stained from grievance, but I didn't care anymore; I almost wept for her. After rising but halfway, I slumped against the bark of the god tree. It's impossible, it can't be her. "Kagome's…" No…can't be…she's…
"Do you question my presence, InuYasha? Do you want me to leave?" asked the tranquil articulations.
"No," I beseeched, "Kagome, please don't leave me!"
Wait, this is wrong. This stupid voice is just toying with me; it's just my imagination. It can't be Kagome because she... Kagome's… Naraku… the bastard… h-he…
The tragic battle replayed slowly in my mind with intricate detail, all of it: the struggle, the pain, the hostility, the bloodshed. My head throbbed in agony as I watched through it all: through where Naraku had shattered my Tetsusaiga, through where Sango, Miroku, Shippou, and Kirara were cast carelessly aside wit the flick of Naraku's pliant wrist, through the part that I too was almost killed, but Kagome…
The fresh scent of pine draped around me would have usually passed as a lovely fragrance, but now everything smelled rotten, felt dead.
I took the pouch that I had kept inside my red haorai and held it delicately with both hands, afraid that it would break at the first idiosyncratic gesture. Its sharp, bulky content was cold against that of my rough battle-scarred claws. Closing my eyes, I relived the final moments in which Kagome had done something I fiercely protested against deep within me… those final moments… her final moments…
holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet rapture light it ends tonight
"InuYasha," Kagome breathed slowly, each syllable spoken with difficulty.
"Kagome, damn it, what the hell do you think you were doing out there?! Naraku could've made a direct hit, could've killed you!" I spoke harshly, lying on the beaten earth beside her.
She ignored the acidity in my scolding. "How's the healing?"
"The healing? Pwf… don't worry yourself, Kagome…Sango, Miroku, Shippou, Kirara… they'll get over it, except for Naraku." I grinned. "You did it, Kagome… Naraku, he's dead… condemned to hell once again, the bastard," I huffed.
"What… about you… InuYasha? How are your wounds healing?"
"M-my wounds? Um, hehe… K-Kagome, you seriously don't look too good. Let me see your wounds."
She's my wound, I realized painfully. She is… she's causing me all this pain, all this damn suffering, but why? "What in all the hells are you doing to me, Kagome?"
