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more but I doubt that's gunna happen. Remember: You can review more than
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Kouga: *Rocking back and forth in a corner* All.the.huggling! *Gasp*
A: Hmm.Somebody needs a hug!
Kouga: NO! Uh.don't you have to do the story?
A: Oh yeah.on with the fic!
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Chapter Seven
Too Late
'Inu.yasha.'
It was all she could think about. He was the only thing that went through her mind. Was he all right? Was he looking for her? Did he even know that she was missing? No, she could sense Kikyou somewhere near; with Inuyasha.
'Inuyasha you baka'
Kagome snickered in spite of her aches, feeling that a couple of ribs had definitely cracked. But, using her hatred for the walking-dirt-clod (A/N: There, happy Beata?!*Throws darts at a stick figure labeled "The bitch from down under, AKA Kikyou"*), she managed to ignore the intense pain, though most of her strength was used to hold back the tears from the pain; it was the fact that Inuyasha, her hanyou, was with _Kikyou_ instead of her. He didn't get it. Sometimes Kagome just wanted to sit him, over and over again, so that he could feel the pain that she went through. She and Kikyou had two common traits: There love, and hatred, for the hanyou called Inuyasha.
The only difference was that Inuyasha chose to be with Kikyou.
~*~
"Inuyasha, you're not going to leave me, are you?" The raven-haired-death- smelling-dead-corpse lady repeated (A/N BWAHAHA, this is fun).
"I thought you wanted to be with me." She said with a smirk, closing in the inches between them, pressing herself against him, their lips but mere centimeters away.
"Ka.go.me." He was having trouble speaking. Kikyou laughed.
"It's a little late for that, Inuyasha." Inuyasha's eyes began to close and his body went stiff. He couldn't fight it anymore. Kikyou was right, it was too late. He chose death instead of Kagome. And he couldn't change his mind.
~*~
A groan escaped Miroku's lips as he rose to his feet. His right arm was broken, but a desire more powerful than the pain consumed him. He had to see Sango, just one last time. He had to just touch her face, to make sure that she wasn't just a dream, a wonderful, wonderful dream.
He trudged his way up the rocky slope from which he was sure he had fallen from, despite the constant nagging feeling in the back of his head telling him that he was going the wrong way. At that moment, he had but one thought on his mind: Sango. Gotta go see Sango. He kept repeating it over, and over, till it became a constant thought, controlling all movements, and masking all his pain as motivation to go faster.
Sango. Sango. Sango..
~*~
Miroku. Miroku. Miroku. Sango shook her head lightly and opened her eyes. She was sure she had heard his voice. Sure he was right next to her. Sure- 'No,' She hit herself in the forehead. 'No, he wasn't, he's off somewhere else, helping the others while I just lie here.' She sighed and looked down at her immobile legs, trying to wiggle her toes. Everything seemed so far away, she couldn't keep a solid thought and her head was throbbing.
Throbbing. Oh, the throbbing! It just got louder and louder. Her head, her arms, her legs, her heart. Her heart. Miroku. Miroku. 'Where are you houshi?!' She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even hear the crunching of leaves or the groaning of a man a little ways away..
~*~
Shippou (almost forgot him) blindly made his way through the forest, following his instincts since his senses were of no use. He gulped and continued walking. Something told him that danger was ahead, but also, Kagome was there too. She had been like his mother for so long, ever since his own parents were slaughtered. She had taken him in and protected him even though he felt like a dead weight.
But he was good for some things. He knew things that some people over- looked. That's why he had to get there before it was too late. He had to tell them, to tell her. They had to know what he knew. Maybe it could change it all. Maybe they could change what he saw. Maybe it wouldn't come true. Maybe Inuyasha wouldn't say what he was meant to. Maybe he would pick Kagome.
But they had to know.
What he heard. What he saw. What he knew.
They had to know.
Maybe it wasn't too late . . .
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Bwahahaha! Cliffy! I think.hm.Is anybody as confused as I am? I hope not. Well, review. I'll think up the rest later. But, I posted! Aren't y'all happy? Well, read my other story 'Outsiders' too. It's not that good, but that doesn't mean it can be neglected! Uh.well, R&R! Ja ne! I want _more_ than three reviews! I want ten! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *Cough* I dunno, it depends on what kind of mood I'm in.
E/N hey people! Come check my story out too! It's called Just Nightmares, by psychochild88.
A: Yesh! Read her story too! It is a lot better than mine! *Cough* *Ish sad now* *Huggles Kouga* *Gigglesnort*
Kouga: AH! Not the huggling! Anything but that! *Faints*
Disclaimer: *Mumbles*
Kouga: *Rocking back and forth in a corner* All.the.huggling! *Gasp*
A: Hmm.Somebody needs a hug!
Kouga: NO! Uh.don't you have to do the story?
A: Oh yeah.on with the fic!
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Chapter Seven
Too Late
'Inu.yasha.'
It was all she could think about. He was the only thing that went through her mind. Was he all right? Was he looking for her? Did he even know that she was missing? No, she could sense Kikyou somewhere near; with Inuyasha.
'Inuyasha you baka'
Kagome snickered in spite of her aches, feeling that a couple of ribs had definitely cracked. But, using her hatred for the walking-dirt-clod (A/N: There, happy Beata?!*Throws darts at a stick figure labeled "The bitch from down under, AKA Kikyou"*), she managed to ignore the intense pain, though most of her strength was used to hold back the tears from the pain; it was the fact that Inuyasha, her hanyou, was with _Kikyou_ instead of her. He didn't get it. Sometimes Kagome just wanted to sit him, over and over again, so that he could feel the pain that she went through. She and Kikyou had two common traits: There love, and hatred, for the hanyou called Inuyasha.
The only difference was that Inuyasha chose to be with Kikyou.
~*~
"Inuyasha, you're not going to leave me, are you?" The raven-haired-death- smelling-dead-corpse lady repeated (A/N BWAHAHA, this is fun).
"I thought you wanted to be with me." She said with a smirk, closing in the inches between them, pressing herself against him, their lips but mere centimeters away.
"Ka.go.me." He was having trouble speaking. Kikyou laughed.
"It's a little late for that, Inuyasha." Inuyasha's eyes began to close and his body went stiff. He couldn't fight it anymore. Kikyou was right, it was too late. He chose death instead of Kagome. And he couldn't change his mind.
~*~
A groan escaped Miroku's lips as he rose to his feet. His right arm was broken, but a desire more powerful than the pain consumed him. He had to see Sango, just one last time. He had to just touch her face, to make sure that she wasn't just a dream, a wonderful, wonderful dream.
He trudged his way up the rocky slope from which he was sure he had fallen from, despite the constant nagging feeling in the back of his head telling him that he was going the wrong way. At that moment, he had but one thought on his mind: Sango. Gotta go see Sango. He kept repeating it over, and over, till it became a constant thought, controlling all movements, and masking all his pain as motivation to go faster.
Sango. Sango. Sango..
~*~
Miroku. Miroku. Miroku. Sango shook her head lightly and opened her eyes. She was sure she had heard his voice. Sure he was right next to her. Sure- 'No,' She hit herself in the forehead. 'No, he wasn't, he's off somewhere else, helping the others while I just lie here.' She sighed and looked down at her immobile legs, trying to wiggle her toes. Everything seemed so far away, she couldn't keep a solid thought and her head was throbbing.
Throbbing. Oh, the throbbing! It just got louder and louder. Her head, her arms, her legs, her heart. Her heart. Miroku. Miroku. 'Where are you houshi?!' She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even hear the crunching of leaves or the groaning of a man a little ways away..
~*~
Shippou (almost forgot him) blindly made his way through the forest, following his instincts since his senses were of no use. He gulped and continued walking. Something told him that danger was ahead, but also, Kagome was there too. She had been like his mother for so long, ever since his own parents were slaughtered. She had taken him in and protected him even though he felt like a dead weight.
But he was good for some things. He knew things that some people over- looked. That's why he had to get there before it was too late. He had to tell them, to tell her. They had to know what he knew. Maybe it could change it all. Maybe they could change what he saw. Maybe it wouldn't come true. Maybe Inuyasha wouldn't say what he was meant to. Maybe he would pick Kagome.
But they had to know.
What he heard. What he saw. What he knew.
They had to know.
Maybe it wasn't too late . . .
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Bwahahaha! Cliffy! I think.hm.Is anybody as confused as I am? I hope not. Well, review. I'll think up the rest later. But, I posted! Aren't y'all happy? Well, read my other story 'Outsiders' too. It's not that good, but that doesn't mean it can be neglected! Uh.well, R&R! Ja ne! I want _more_ than three reviews! I want ten! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *Cough* I dunno, it depends on what kind of mood I'm in.
E/N hey people! Come check my story out too! It's called Just Nightmares, by psychochild88.
A: Yesh! Read her story too! It is a lot better than mine! *Cough* *Ish sad now* *Huggles Kouga* *Gigglesnort*
Kouga: AH! Not the huggling! Anything but that! *Faints*