I'm kind of trying a new writing style, just playing around with it. Tell me what you think. And please review~
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Sango held the dagger tightly in her hand. (This time, I will not fail. I will kill Kagome. And not even that mutt will stop me.) She took a few steps closer. Her dark eyes peered into the small room. Raven strands of hair fell in dark contrast to the white school top uniform Kagome was always wearing. The demon slayer stepped in, ready to finally get rid of the reincarnated miko once and for all.
"Sango."
The demon slayer turned, ready to kill anyone that dare try and stop her. She held the dagger in her right hand, it's long point gleaming as rays of sun fell into the hall way. In front of her was the houshi. His purple eyes were wide for a moment. They starred at each other, each coldly and with no emotion. Then, a strangeness flicker across Miroku's face. It was a look of surprise, and expectance. Hatred and love, anger and joy, hope and defeat, and a million other contradicting emotions set on his face.
"Sango?"
He spoke more softly now, as if he didn't know the person in front of him anymore. It seemed as if his vision was cloudy. Maybe…maybe he wasn't really seeing her. Maybe the houshi's mind was playing tricks on him, like the wind does to the mind of a child when there the threatening storms of the world keep them awake at night. But somehow, he realized that it wasn't.
It was really Sango. His lovely, beautiful Sango, holding a dagger in her hand, ready to strike out at any and all who dared stop her in her goal. And, in the pit of his stomach, Miroku realized that that goal was going to be to kill Kagome, or Inuyasha. Whatever it was, the demon slayer was planning on murdering someone in that room in pure, cold blood.
"Miroku," she said, her voice laced with a kind familiarity that made the monk flinch. "Why…your not following me, are you?" she questioned.
Slipping the dagger into her kimono sleeve, a slow, almost evil smile spread across her lips. To Miroku, she was still completely beautiful as she stepped towards him. He stood there, unable to move. (What's going on? Was she really going to hurt Kagome or Inuyasha? I know she hasn't been acting like herself lately.) Her warm eyes went from his face down to his wrist.
"Oh," she said softly. She took his hand in her own, examining it with a feather light touch. "Does it still hurt? I'm sorry…" she whispered. "I didn't mean to…it was only that I was so confused. I think we've all been. Tired, confused, afraid. I didn't mean to hurt you, Miroku."
There was such sincerity in her voice, but her expression betrayed her. It was almost as if she wasn't even _trying_ to hide her lies from him. But the monk pushed such thoughts from his head. This was Sango. His wonderful angel, and she was touching him, smiling at him with warmth and grace, so he chose to ignore the fact that he had just seen her with a weapon, ready to attack. Instead he nodded slowly.
"I know, Sango," he told her. "It is not your fault, really."
Smiling, he took the woman into his arms, holding her. For the first time, his hands didn't wander. To far, anyway. Sango smiled, letting the dagger slip from her sleeve. (I'll kill the monk, and then the girl.)
"Kagome!"
(…no…)
~~~
He felt as if he was being pulled in a thousand different directions. There were only two clear things that he could make out over the pounding in his head.
It was dark. Not dark, black. Pitch black. He was surrounded by complete nothingness on all sides. He tried to blink , or move, but the black was thick, clinging to his body like a some sort of sticky liquid. The shadows all around him seemed to suffocate him. Pressing down on him so he could no longer breath.
He was falling. Free falling down the side of a steep cliff which seemed to go down forever. His hands flailed around him wildly, trying to reach out and grab something other than the shadows to stop himself from descending even lower into the darkness.
And then he hit. He was slammed into something hard, yet soft. There was a blinding pain searing throughout his being. He felt as if he was being torn away from his body. He struggled, thinking if he fought that he could escape from these shadows which seemed to be pulling him apart. He screamed. It was a hollow, dry scream, barely making a sound. It was then that he realized he must have screaming the entire time he was falling, and it was only now that he was able to breath again. He sucked in deep breaths of air, trying to slow the rise and fall of his chest as he attempted not to suffocate.
It was then he opened his eyes. There were no more shadows, no more dark, only blinding light which assaulted him, nearly blinding him again. He welcomed it, and began looking around. He could see nothing, only burrs and fuzzy lines. He caught a glimpse of a waving shadow. Thinking he was being pulled back into that void of nothingness again, he tried to back away. But as his vision cleared slightly, he followed the moving dark, only to see a glowing light. Not dark…hair. Beautiful, flowing, raven hair that was attached to a tear streaked , flawless face.
No…it couldn't be…there was no way…
"Ka…Ka…"
He could barely breath it out. Was it her? It couldn't be? Unknown joy spread throughout his body. Wasn't she dead?
"Kagome!"
~~~
"You killed her," Naraku stated simply.
Jenahara watched him warily. "What was I supposed to do? Let her kill me? Then the spell would have been broken. And you know, she was hardly worth the fight." The sorceress took a seat on the large futon near the back of the room. The hanyou crossed his eyes at her. He was not wearing his usual baboon pelt, instead a dark blue kimono. He starred at the sorceress coldly. "I suppose I should be thanking you," Jenahara said with a smirk. "If it had been you who told her I was here, I would still have to be worrying over the wench."
His face remained stoic. Naraku stood completely still, not bothering to move. He was standing in the middle of the room, near the liquid mirror which the sorceress in front of him used to keep her eye and that hanyou and his nightmares.
"Your job was so simple," he said, his voice betraying none of his cruel intentions. "All you had to do was keep the mutt and the rest of them out of my way. Then, I could collect the remaining jewel shards. When you had your fun, you could kill Inuyasha, and I could steal the young miko's shards. But of course, you made mistakes. You were weak and foolish. I had to clean up the mess with the demon slayer. I do not possess the bodies of the dead just for fun, Jenahara. I even had to attempt to kill the girl so your plan would not be messed up."
"And you failed," she said, a smirk on her lips.
"And you killed her," he replied. "I am afraid, that no matter how much easier it has been for me," Naraku began, removing a the nearly completed Shikon jewel from one of the pockets in his kimono, "I shall have to kill you now. You should not have disobeyed me."
Naraku easily dodged the blast of fire that was immediately sent his way. He smirked, shaking his head at the sorceress. Her red hair flew about her as she lifted her hands, prepared to send another blast towards him. (Die Naraku.) Raising her hands, she closed her eyes, calling upon any and all energy she had so she could defeat this demon. Suddenly, her dark eyes flew open in shock. Naraku, who was just about to use his own powers to destroy the woman, saw her stop in her attack. (Maybe she has realized how incredibly futile it would be to fight me.)
The sorceress ran over to the side of her mirror. She looked into it, expecting to see Inuyasha. A forest. Fighting. Blood and destruction. Even the hanyou hiding, or looking for that miko again. "Damn it!" she cursed loudly.
Naraku stood behind her, looking into the mirror over Jenahara. (…no…)
~~~
"Kagome! Kagome!" he screamed when he saw the young woman.
"Inu…Inuyahsa?" she questioned meekly. The hanyou and she starred into each other's eyes for some moments, never breaking the gaze. "Oh Inuyasha!" she cried happily. Kagome pushed herself forward. She wrapped her arms around the hanyou's neck, and buried her face into his shoulder. The half demon was to stunned to do anything for a moment. "I didn't think you would ever wake up. I was so worried. I-ahh!"
The young woman screamed a bit as two clawed hands quickly pushed her away from him and down onto the cold ground. Kagome looked up, her chocolate eyes wide with confusion and a trace of anger as she watched the hanyou. He was looking around the room frantically, fear and anger and sadness all flickering across his features.
Where was he? What was going on? Inuyasha's golden eyes searched the room. He was no longer in Koga's cave. He wasn't even outside. He was in a small room. Four stone walls surrounding him, no longer emptiness and black. He was lying on a soft mat, a thin sheet wrapped around and clinging to his body. There was a white screen in the corner of the room, a few extra pillows, a blanket, and then a picture or two of some kind of god's that he couldn't recognize. Was he in some kind of monastery?
Inuyasha looked down beside him. There was a large bowl of water, and some rags, then there was Kagome, lying on her back, starring up at him. Her eyes were glazed over, and he could see the small droplets forming in her eyes. Was she really there? Cautiously, he raised his shaking hand, which he realized was now clawed and no longer the useless hand of a human, and touched her lightly. Kagome did not move away from him, only continued to stare at him. (She's here. She's alive.) It was all to much for him. The hanyou felt as if everything was caving in around him, making it to hard for him to breath or even see. He screamed in pure horror, causing Kagome, Shippo, and the two outside the door way to come into the room.
The young miko edged closer to him. "Inuyasha," she said softly, reaching out to touch him.
"No!" he screamed again, backing away from her touch. "Get the hell away from me! Your dead!"
The young woman took a deep breath, and blinked, trying to hold back the tears which were stinging her eyes. "No, Inuyasha. I'm right here. See? I'm all right…"
"Your dead!" he cried out again. He held the sheet closer to him, wrapping his arms around his knees and beginning a slow rocking motion. "I saw you die. I watched you…"
Kagome couldn't look at him. She couldn't see him like this. (My God Inuyasha, what happened to you?) She could no longer hide her tears as she saw him begin murmuring things quietly to himself. Miroku and Sango stayed in their places, neither quite knowing what to do. Shippo ran to Kagome's side, wrapping his small arms around her, trying to give her any kind of comfort. (Why is he saying I'm dead? Does he think I'm Kikyo?) This only caused her to sob harder, the cries wracking her small form.
"She's dead. Their all dead. I killed them…" he whispered, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself of all of it. The young woman's head perked up a bit at this. Warily, she crawled over to him. Tears were still rolling freely down her cheeks as Inuyasha tried to press himself into the wall which he had managed to scoot to.
"Who's dead, Inuyasha?" she whispered quietly.
He looked up. His expression was one of fear, of complete horror. "All of you," he said meekly, as if he were a child. "I killed them…Miroku, Sango, all of them are gone. I watched you die. Please…Kagome…tell me it was all a dream. Just a dream…please…" he whimpered.
"Inuyasha…"
White hair surrounded her as the half demon's head dropped to her shoulder. He made small sniffling and whimpering sounds, but Kagome wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair. "Shh," she whispered. "It's all right. I'm not dead. We're all ok. I promise."
"It was all a dream…" he murmured against the fabric of her shirt.
The young woman smiled a bit, nearly choking as her tears of joy and sadness fell down her face. "Yes. Just a dream. An awful, horrible dream. But your awake now."
Golden eyes peered up at the young woman. He reached out, running his hand over his face, his claws slightly grazing her pale skin as he wiped away her tears. "Kagome? Is it…is it really you?"
She smiled again, nodding her head enthusiastically. Her own small hand came up, taking his wrist, bringing his arm down. Not even realizing what she was doing, she put his hand over her own heart. Inuyasha gasped a bit when he felt the strong beating underneath his fingertips. "Feel that, Inuyasha? It's my heart. So see, I really am alive," she said, tears making her voice sound much less confident then she would have liked it to.
He didn't seem to care, however, since he wrapped his arms around the young woman and pulled her much closer to him. "I thought you were dead," he whispered. "I thought I had killed you. I didn't…I didn't think that I would ever see you again."
The young woman laughed a bit, returning the hug with equal strength. "I didn't think you would ever come back to us. I tried…we all tried so hard to wake you up. Oh thank God, your back. You've come back Inuyasha."
Shippo, who had let go of Kagome's arm, now ran up, jumping in between the two, smiling happily and wrapping his own small arms around the hanyou's neck. "We were so worried!" he cried happily. Despite his initial reaction to throw the kit off of him, Inuyasha simply smiled, sighing heavily.
"I thought you had left me," he whispered, now looking into Kagome's dark eyes.
"Why would you ever think such a thing?" she questioned, concerned. "You know I would never abandon you."
"It was…I thought that…you were with Koga. You loved him, and you hated me. You…you t-thought I was a monster," he said quietly.
Kagome shook her head, strands of black hair falling in front of her face. "Never," she told him. A small smile formed on her lips once again as she saw the hanyou finally begin to relax. (Thank God he's back.)
(It really was a dream. Just a dream. And she's real, and she's alive. Kagome. My Kagome.) Suddenly, his head shot up again in panic. "What about the others? Miroku? Sango? Where are they? Are they all right? I didn't…I never hurt them did I?"
The houshi then stepped in, kneeling beside Kagome, smiling at the hanyou with relief. "We're fine," he told him. "We're all fine. You never hurt anyone. In fact, for the past few days, you've been sleeping like a baby."
"Your not dead," Inuyasha said, smiling as relief and pure joy came into his voice. "I didn't kill you!"
"Um…no…" Miroku's said, slightly confused.
"And the jewel, we never collected the jewel? I never attacked you. You never slept with Koga!" the hanyou yelled happily.
A few blank stares drifted to Kagome, who's face was a bit red with embarrassment. "Of course I didn't! I would never…Inuyasha!" She was on the verge of 'sitting' the hanyou, but decided against it. (What kind of dreams was he having?)
"I never killed anyone. Not my father. I never hurt him. I never hurt anyone. It was all a dream. Just a twisted dream. And…Sango?" he questioned, his eyes going a bit fearful for a moment.
Miroku smiled, looking at the doorway where Sango was standing. Or…had been standing. Confused, the houshi stood up, quickly going to the doorway. He let out a scream when he saw the body of the demon slayer lying on the ground. The other three quickly got up, Inuyasha still a bit groggy and having to hold onto the young woman for support.
"What happened?" Shippo questioned his friends. "Where did Sango go?"
Both Kagome and Miroku were silent, neither understanding what had just happened. Inuyasha then fell to his knees. The young woman looked down, prepared to help him back to his bed at any moment. It was then that she realized he was sniffing the ground.
"She's dead," he whispered. "And that's not all…she…she reeks of Naraku's scent."
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Sorry, but I didn't know how to end it without a cliffy! But as soon as I get the next chapter written I will post it. Freaking last two chapters and I'm having writers block!
Inu- Aww, the poor baby.
Sesshy- I'll make it all better.
...really?...*giggles insanely*
Sesshy- Yes...*readies claws* just hold still...
Naraku- If you kill her, I won't be able to know what happens to me.
All-...so...?
Naraku- DON'T TOUCH THE WRITER!
All- EEP!
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Sango held the dagger tightly in her hand. (This time, I will not fail. I will kill Kagome. And not even that mutt will stop me.) She took a few steps closer. Her dark eyes peered into the small room. Raven strands of hair fell in dark contrast to the white school top uniform Kagome was always wearing. The demon slayer stepped in, ready to finally get rid of the reincarnated miko once and for all.
"Sango."
The demon slayer turned, ready to kill anyone that dare try and stop her. She held the dagger in her right hand, it's long point gleaming as rays of sun fell into the hall way. In front of her was the houshi. His purple eyes were wide for a moment. They starred at each other, each coldly and with no emotion. Then, a strangeness flicker across Miroku's face. It was a look of surprise, and expectance. Hatred and love, anger and joy, hope and defeat, and a million other contradicting emotions set on his face.
"Sango?"
He spoke more softly now, as if he didn't know the person in front of him anymore. It seemed as if his vision was cloudy. Maybe…maybe he wasn't really seeing her. Maybe the houshi's mind was playing tricks on him, like the wind does to the mind of a child when there the threatening storms of the world keep them awake at night. But somehow, he realized that it wasn't.
It was really Sango. His lovely, beautiful Sango, holding a dagger in her hand, ready to strike out at any and all who dared stop her in her goal. And, in the pit of his stomach, Miroku realized that that goal was going to be to kill Kagome, or Inuyasha. Whatever it was, the demon slayer was planning on murdering someone in that room in pure, cold blood.
"Miroku," she said, her voice laced with a kind familiarity that made the monk flinch. "Why…your not following me, are you?" she questioned.
Slipping the dagger into her kimono sleeve, a slow, almost evil smile spread across her lips. To Miroku, she was still completely beautiful as she stepped towards him. He stood there, unable to move. (What's going on? Was she really going to hurt Kagome or Inuyasha? I know she hasn't been acting like herself lately.) Her warm eyes went from his face down to his wrist.
"Oh," she said softly. She took his hand in her own, examining it with a feather light touch. "Does it still hurt? I'm sorry…" she whispered. "I didn't mean to…it was only that I was so confused. I think we've all been. Tired, confused, afraid. I didn't mean to hurt you, Miroku."
There was such sincerity in her voice, but her expression betrayed her. It was almost as if she wasn't even _trying_ to hide her lies from him. But the monk pushed such thoughts from his head. This was Sango. His wonderful angel, and she was touching him, smiling at him with warmth and grace, so he chose to ignore the fact that he had just seen her with a weapon, ready to attack. Instead he nodded slowly.
"I know, Sango," he told her. "It is not your fault, really."
Smiling, he took the woman into his arms, holding her. For the first time, his hands didn't wander. To far, anyway. Sango smiled, letting the dagger slip from her sleeve. (I'll kill the monk, and then the girl.)
"Kagome!"
(…no…)
~~~
He felt as if he was being pulled in a thousand different directions. There were only two clear things that he could make out over the pounding in his head.
It was dark. Not dark, black. Pitch black. He was surrounded by complete nothingness on all sides. He tried to blink , or move, but the black was thick, clinging to his body like a some sort of sticky liquid. The shadows all around him seemed to suffocate him. Pressing down on him so he could no longer breath.
He was falling. Free falling down the side of a steep cliff which seemed to go down forever. His hands flailed around him wildly, trying to reach out and grab something other than the shadows to stop himself from descending even lower into the darkness.
And then he hit. He was slammed into something hard, yet soft. There was a blinding pain searing throughout his being. He felt as if he was being torn away from his body. He struggled, thinking if he fought that he could escape from these shadows which seemed to be pulling him apart. He screamed. It was a hollow, dry scream, barely making a sound. It was then that he realized he must have screaming the entire time he was falling, and it was only now that he was able to breath again. He sucked in deep breaths of air, trying to slow the rise and fall of his chest as he attempted not to suffocate.
It was then he opened his eyes. There were no more shadows, no more dark, only blinding light which assaulted him, nearly blinding him again. He welcomed it, and began looking around. He could see nothing, only burrs and fuzzy lines. He caught a glimpse of a waving shadow. Thinking he was being pulled back into that void of nothingness again, he tried to back away. But as his vision cleared slightly, he followed the moving dark, only to see a glowing light. Not dark…hair. Beautiful, flowing, raven hair that was attached to a tear streaked , flawless face.
No…it couldn't be…there was no way…
"Ka…Ka…"
He could barely breath it out. Was it her? It couldn't be? Unknown joy spread throughout his body. Wasn't she dead?
"Kagome!"
~~~
"You killed her," Naraku stated simply.
Jenahara watched him warily. "What was I supposed to do? Let her kill me? Then the spell would have been broken. And you know, she was hardly worth the fight." The sorceress took a seat on the large futon near the back of the room. The hanyou crossed his eyes at her. He was not wearing his usual baboon pelt, instead a dark blue kimono. He starred at the sorceress coldly. "I suppose I should be thanking you," Jenahara said with a smirk. "If it had been you who told her I was here, I would still have to be worrying over the wench."
His face remained stoic. Naraku stood completely still, not bothering to move. He was standing in the middle of the room, near the liquid mirror which the sorceress in front of him used to keep her eye and that hanyou and his nightmares.
"Your job was so simple," he said, his voice betraying none of his cruel intentions. "All you had to do was keep the mutt and the rest of them out of my way. Then, I could collect the remaining jewel shards. When you had your fun, you could kill Inuyasha, and I could steal the young miko's shards. But of course, you made mistakes. You were weak and foolish. I had to clean up the mess with the demon slayer. I do not possess the bodies of the dead just for fun, Jenahara. I even had to attempt to kill the girl so your plan would not be messed up."
"And you failed," she said, a smirk on her lips.
"And you killed her," he replied. "I am afraid, that no matter how much easier it has been for me," Naraku began, removing a the nearly completed Shikon jewel from one of the pockets in his kimono, "I shall have to kill you now. You should not have disobeyed me."
Naraku easily dodged the blast of fire that was immediately sent his way. He smirked, shaking his head at the sorceress. Her red hair flew about her as she lifted her hands, prepared to send another blast towards him. (Die Naraku.) Raising her hands, she closed her eyes, calling upon any and all energy she had so she could defeat this demon. Suddenly, her dark eyes flew open in shock. Naraku, who was just about to use his own powers to destroy the woman, saw her stop in her attack. (Maybe she has realized how incredibly futile it would be to fight me.)
The sorceress ran over to the side of her mirror. She looked into it, expecting to see Inuyasha. A forest. Fighting. Blood and destruction. Even the hanyou hiding, or looking for that miko again. "Damn it!" she cursed loudly.
Naraku stood behind her, looking into the mirror over Jenahara. (…no…)
~~~
"Kagome! Kagome!" he screamed when he saw the young woman.
"Inu…Inuyahsa?" she questioned meekly. The hanyou and she starred into each other's eyes for some moments, never breaking the gaze. "Oh Inuyasha!" she cried happily. Kagome pushed herself forward. She wrapped her arms around the hanyou's neck, and buried her face into his shoulder. The half demon was to stunned to do anything for a moment. "I didn't think you would ever wake up. I was so worried. I-ahh!"
The young woman screamed a bit as two clawed hands quickly pushed her away from him and down onto the cold ground. Kagome looked up, her chocolate eyes wide with confusion and a trace of anger as she watched the hanyou. He was looking around the room frantically, fear and anger and sadness all flickering across his features.
Where was he? What was going on? Inuyasha's golden eyes searched the room. He was no longer in Koga's cave. He wasn't even outside. He was in a small room. Four stone walls surrounding him, no longer emptiness and black. He was lying on a soft mat, a thin sheet wrapped around and clinging to his body. There was a white screen in the corner of the room, a few extra pillows, a blanket, and then a picture or two of some kind of god's that he couldn't recognize. Was he in some kind of monastery?
Inuyasha looked down beside him. There was a large bowl of water, and some rags, then there was Kagome, lying on her back, starring up at him. Her eyes were glazed over, and he could see the small droplets forming in her eyes. Was she really there? Cautiously, he raised his shaking hand, which he realized was now clawed and no longer the useless hand of a human, and touched her lightly. Kagome did not move away from him, only continued to stare at him. (She's here. She's alive.) It was all to much for him. The hanyou felt as if everything was caving in around him, making it to hard for him to breath or even see. He screamed in pure horror, causing Kagome, Shippo, and the two outside the door way to come into the room.
The young miko edged closer to him. "Inuyasha," she said softly, reaching out to touch him.
"No!" he screamed again, backing away from her touch. "Get the hell away from me! Your dead!"
The young woman took a deep breath, and blinked, trying to hold back the tears which were stinging her eyes. "No, Inuyasha. I'm right here. See? I'm all right…"
"Your dead!" he cried out again. He held the sheet closer to him, wrapping his arms around his knees and beginning a slow rocking motion. "I saw you die. I watched you…"
Kagome couldn't look at him. She couldn't see him like this. (My God Inuyasha, what happened to you?) She could no longer hide her tears as she saw him begin murmuring things quietly to himself. Miroku and Sango stayed in their places, neither quite knowing what to do. Shippo ran to Kagome's side, wrapping his small arms around her, trying to give her any kind of comfort. (Why is he saying I'm dead? Does he think I'm Kikyo?) This only caused her to sob harder, the cries wracking her small form.
"She's dead. Their all dead. I killed them…" he whispered, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself of all of it. The young woman's head perked up a bit at this. Warily, she crawled over to him. Tears were still rolling freely down her cheeks as Inuyasha tried to press himself into the wall which he had managed to scoot to.
"Who's dead, Inuyasha?" she whispered quietly.
He looked up. His expression was one of fear, of complete horror. "All of you," he said meekly, as if he were a child. "I killed them…Miroku, Sango, all of them are gone. I watched you die. Please…Kagome…tell me it was all a dream. Just a dream…please…" he whimpered.
"Inuyasha…"
White hair surrounded her as the half demon's head dropped to her shoulder. He made small sniffling and whimpering sounds, but Kagome wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair. "Shh," she whispered. "It's all right. I'm not dead. We're all ok. I promise."
"It was all a dream…" he murmured against the fabric of her shirt.
The young woman smiled a bit, nearly choking as her tears of joy and sadness fell down her face. "Yes. Just a dream. An awful, horrible dream. But your awake now."
Golden eyes peered up at the young woman. He reached out, running his hand over his face, his claws slightly grazing her pale skin as he wiped away her tears. "Kagome? Is it…is it really you?"
She smiled again, nodding her head enthusiastically. Her own small hand came up, taking his wrist, bringing his arm down. Not even realizing what she was doing, she put his hand over her own heart. Inuyasha gasped a bit when he felt the strong beating underneath his fingertips. "Feel that, Inuyasha? It's my heart. So see, I really am alive," she said, tears making her voice sound much less confident then she would have liked it to.
He didn't seem to care, however, since he wrapped his arms around the young woman and pulled her much closer to him. "I thought you were dead," he whispered. "I thought I had killed you. I didn't…I didn't think that I would ever see you again."
The young woman laughed a bit, returning the hug with equal strength. "I didn't think you would ever come back to us. I tried…we all tried so hard to wake you up. Oh thank God, your back. You've come back Inuyasha."
Shippo, who had let go of Kagome's arm, now ran up, jumping in between the two, smiling happily and wrapping his own small arms around the hanyou's neck. "We were so worried!" he cried happily. Despite his initial reaction to throw the kit off of him, Inuyasha simply smiled, sighing heavily.
"I thought you had left me," he whispered, now looking into Kagome's dark eyes.
"Why would you ever think such a thing?" she questioned, concerned. "You know I would never abandon you."
"It was…I thought that…you were with Koga. You loved him, and you hated me. You…you t-thought I was a monster," he said quietly.
Kagome shook her head, strands of black hair falling in front of her face. "Never," she told him. A small smile formed on her lips once again as she saw the hanyou finally begin to relax. (Thank God he's back.)
(It really was a dream. Just a dream. And she's real, and she's alive. Kagome. My Kagome.) Suddenly, his head shot up again in panic. "What about the others? Miroku? Sango? Where are they? Are they all right? I didn't…I never hurt them did I?"
The houshi then stepped in, kneeling beside Kagome, smiling at the hanyou with relief. "We're fine," he told him. "We're all fine. You never hurt anyone. In fact, for the past few days, you've been sleeping like a baby."
"Your not dead," Inuyasha said, smiling as relief and pure joy came into his voice. "I didn't kill you!"
"Um…no…" Miroku's said, slightly confused.
"And the jewel, we never collected the jewel? I never attacked you. You never slept with Koga!" the hanyou yelled happily.
A few blank stares drifted to Kagome, who's face was a bit red with embarrassment. "Of course I didn't! I would never…Inuyasha!" She was on the verge of 'sitting' the hanyou, but decided against it. (What kind of dreams was he having?)
"I never killed anyone. Not my father. I never hurt him. I never hurt anyone. It was all a dream. Just a twisted dream. And…Sango?" he questioned, his eyes going a bit fearful for a moment.
Miroku smiled, looking at the doorway where Sango was standing. Or…had been standing. Confused, the houshi stood up, quickly going to the doorway. He let out a scream when he saw the body of the demon slayer lying on the ground. The other three quickly got up, Inuyasha still a bit groggy and having to hold onto the young woman for support.
"What happened?" Shippo questioned his friends. "Where did Sango go?"
Both Kagome and Miroku were silent, neither understanding what had just happened. Inuyasha then fell to his knees. The young woman looked down, prepared to help him back to his bed at any moment. It was then that she realized he was sniffing the ground.
"She's dead," he whispered. "And that's not all…she…she reeks of Naraku's scent."
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Sorry, but I didn't know how to end it without a cliffy! But as soon as I get the next chapter written I will post it. Freaking last two chapters and I'm having writers block!
Inu- Aww, the poor baby.
Sesshy- I'll make it all better.
...really?...*giggles insanely*
Sesshy- Yes...*readies claws* just hold still...
Naraku- If you kill her, I won't be able to know what happens to me.
All-...so...?
Naraku- DON'T TOUCH THE WRITER!
All- EEP!