Always My Soul
By: dragonfly-rising
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters
Hiraikotsu watched the sacrifice of the miko Kagome with a sense of wonder and an undeniable wrongness. His wielder, Sango, was horrified by it. The hanyou and monk seemed crazed and fought against he and Inutashio as they restrained them. Hiraikotsu easily held the monk back with one arm thrown across his chest while Inutashio had been forced to wrap his large arms around his son tightly. He could not understand what had just occurred. He could not get the agony on the face of the miko before Ferlias had grabbed her out of his mind. The entire affair was clouded in a mist of human emotion and reaction that to him was perplexing.
"Please Inuyasha there is nothing you can do!" Inutashio pleaded.
"Kagome!" shouted Inuyasha straining against his father futilely.
Hiraikotsu felt the monk relax as the last of Ferlias and Kagome disappeared in a cloud of miko energy, leaving a large scorch mark on the ground as they only sign of their titanic struggle and death. Hiraikotsu turned to the monk just as he slipped boneless to his knees, his eyes vacant as he stared at the mark on the ground. The way the monk just gazed out reminded him of many times that Inutashio had looked after a miko died. It held the same hopelessness in it that tore even at his youkai heart.
Hiraikotsu looked over as Inutashio released his son who sprinted to the scorched earth then fell to his knees beside it, his hand going out to touch the spot slowly.
~ Go to him Inutashio ~ Hiraikotsu suggested firmly.
~ And say what my friend? That I protected her for so long only to allow her to die? ~ Inutashio asked, his voice full of guilt.
~ What could you have done? Even as you are now THAT power would have consumed you as well had you even attempted to save her! ~ He snapped.
~ I could have tried damn it! ~ Inutashio returned.
~ Then we would have more then her to mourn Inutashio...and you would have been the larger loss. ~ Hiraikotsu said grimly.
Inutashio looked over at him and scowled darkly, ~ I am dead! What more of a loss would it have been?! ~
~ You are a fool, do you not realize what you have meant to this world? What you have released into the destinies of those who come into contact with you? ~ He glowered at his friend ~ If not for you that miko would have been lost a long time ago and would have never lived up to her potential. She achieved what no other has ever come close to achieving. Ferlias is gone. She has fulfilled her destiny, would you deny her the peace she wanted or did you not feel the awful enormity of her pain?! ~
~ And what in that can I tell my son to ease his sorrow? ~
Hiraikotsu snorted annoyed ~ Tell him the truth...that she was the greatest of all mikos and she loved him. ~
Inutashio sighed sadly and unhurriedly began walking over to his son whose back shook with suppressed emotions.
Hiraikotsu sighed his own confusion then felt his wielder's want to be with the monk, to share and comfort each other. Her grief communicated itself to him and he was filled with a weariness that called to him.
~ I am sorry for your loss. ~
~ Thank you Hiraikotsu...for everything ~ Sango replied, even her mental voice rough with grief.
Without further words Hiraikotsu released his hold on Sango's mind and slipped gratefully from the world of mortals and their eternal struggles.
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Sango sighed as Hiraikotsu's presence left her completely. It had been no strain to be a part of the youkai; their personalities were very similar. It had been comforting to have him so close and now she was left alone to deal with the aftermath of Kagome's death. Tears stung her eyes but she refused to allow them to come. It seemed an insult to cry over a death so noble and she would not tainted the sacrifice of her friend in such a manner.
She looked down at Miroku who still seemed in a trance.
"Miroku?" She prompted, hearing the waver in her voice and not caring.
"It should not have been this way..." Miroku whispered.
She knelt down beside him, hating the way his skin had turned ashen in shock. She softly reached out and stroked his cheek. He turned his eyes to her's and she barely held herself back from flinching. His eyes were pools of bewilderment and misery.
"You do not understand. SHE was never meant to die, she was the last of them and the last was meant to live on to complete other tasks for herself." Miroku informed her.
Something in the way he spoke ignited a spark of hope inside of Sango. She grabbed Miroku's wrist and heaved him to his feet, her heart beating loudly in her ears.
"Inutashio!"
By: dragonfly-rising
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters
Hiraikotsu watched the sacrifice of the miko Kagome with a sense of wonder and an undeniable wrongness. His wielder, Sango, was horrified by it. The hanyou and monk seemed crazed and fought against he and Inutashio as they restrained them. Hiraikotsu easily held the monk back with one arm thrown across his chest while Inutashio had been forced to wrap his large arms around his son tightly. He could not understand what had just occurred. He could not get the agony on the face of the miko before Ferlias had grabbed her out of his mind. The entire affair was clouded in a mist of human emotion and reaction that to him was perplexing.
"Please Inuyasha there is nothing you can do!" Inutashio pleaded.
"Kagome!" shouted Inuyasha straining against his father futilely.
Hiraikotsu felt the monk relax as the last of Ferlias and Kagome disappeared in a cloud of miko energy, leaving a large scorch mark on the ground as they only sign of their titanic struggle and death. Hiraikotsu turned to the monk just as he slipped boneless to his knees, his eyes vacant as he stared at the mark on the ground. The way the monk just gazed out reminded him of many times that Inutashio had looked after a miko died. It held the same hopelessness in it that tore even at his youkai heart.
Hiraikotsu looked over as Inutashio released his son who sprinted to the scorched earth then fell to his knees beside it, his hand going out to touch the spot slowly.
~ Go to him Inutashio ~ Hiraikotsu suggested firmly.
~ And say what my friend? That I protected her for so long only to allow her to die? ~ Inutashio asked, his voice full of guilt.
~ What could you have done? Even as you are now THAT power would have consumed you as well had you even attempted to save her! ~ He snapped.
~ I could have tried damn it! ~ Inutashio returned.
~ Then we would have more then her to mourn Inutashio...and you would have been the larger loss. ~ Hiraikotsu said grimly.
Inutashio looked over at him and scowled darkly, ~ I am dead! What more of a loss would it have been?! ~
~ You are a fool, do you not realize what you have meant to this world? What you have released into the destinies of those who come into contact with you? ~ He glowered at his friend ~ If not for you that miko would have been lost a long time ago and would have never lived up to her potential. She achieved what no other has ever come close to achieving. Ferlias is gone. She has fulfilled her destiny, would you deny her the peace she wanted or did you not feel the awful enormity of her pain?! ~
~ And what in that can I tell my son to ease his sorrow? ~
Hiraikotsu snorted annoyed ~ Tell him the truth...that she was the greatest of all mikos and she loved him. ~
Inutashio sighed sadly and unhurriedly began walking over to his son whose back shook with suppressed emotions.
Hiraikotsu sighed his own confusion then felt his wielder's want to be with the monk, to share and comfort each other. Her grief communicated itself to him and he was filled with a weariness that called to him.
~ I am sorry for your loss. ~
~ Thank you Hiraikotsu...for everything ~ Sango replied, even her mental voice rough with grief.
Without further words Hiraikotsu released his hold on Sango's mind and slipped gratefully from the world of mortals and their eternal struggles.
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Sango sighed as Hiraikotsu's presence left her completely. It had been no strain to be a part of the youkai; their personalities were very similar. It had been comforting to have him so close and now she was left alone to deal with the aftermath of Kagome's death. Tears stung her eyes but she refused to allow them to come. It seemed an insult to cry over a death so noble and she would not tainted the sacrifice of her friend in such a manner.
She looked down at Miroku who still seemed in a trance.
"Miroku?" She prompted, hearing the waver in her voice and not caring.
"It should not have been this way..." Miroku whispered.
She knelt down beside him, hating the way his skin had turned ashen in shock. She softly reached out and stroked his cheek. He turned his eyes to her's and she barely held herself back from flinching. His eyes were pools of bewilderment and misery.
"You do not understand. SHE was never meant to die, she was the last of them and the last was meant to live on to complete other tasks for herself." Miroku informed her.
Something in the way he spoke ignited a spark of hope inside of Sango. She grabbed Miroku's wrist and heaved him to his feet, her heart beating loudly in her ears.
"Inutashio!"