Sorry. A little more pain and suffering then a surprise bit of romance. If it seems a little weird, remember. I AM ONLY 12 YEARS OLD! You want a child prodigy, find somebody else.
Inuyasha could see a lot of blood, which seemed to be coming from a small but deep wound in his chest. He stared dumbly at the knife, and would have yanked it out, and stared dumbly at it even more, but couldn't move.
The only time Inuyasha had felt this out of it was that time Eri and Uka, those stupid noisy friends of hers, had decided to introduce him to alcohol. That was not an experience he wanted to repeat.
No! Focus! and that was when it truly dawned on him that he was dying.
Then the first wave of pain hit. It was so intense, so all-consuming, that he didn't know what to do, or think. Blood was pounding in his ears.
That cursed white figure, so familiar in its baboon skin appeared out of the gloom, and pulled the knife out of Inuyasha. Smirking noiselessly, he jabbed it cruelly into one leg, and tore through hard muscle and tendons.
He couldn't scream anymore. He was beyond that.
Everything seemed so misty. But he was here. Kagome was in his arms, just like he had promised her. He had promised that once Naraku was dead, they would be together forever.
Inuyasha drew his lovely Kagome to wards him, a passionate kiss ready to spring from his lips. He had waited so long. So long for the pure, simple peace of love. But she pushed him back gently. A soft, yet firm hand brushed his cheek.
She, his wonderful pure, perfect goddess, looked sadly into his amber eyes, and tears made the scene more misty than before.
"No!" He shouted, through a fog. "It has to be perfect. Ive waited so long!"
"So long.." He whispered. Kagome smiled sorrowfully at him, and turned away. She was leaving him. No... He had known it would happen, and when it did, that it wold kill him. Yet even knowing this did not lessen the pain.
"KAGOMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!", Inuyasha screamed, tortured. The dream would not leave him. He was haunted by her imminent departure.
The old woman dabbed the sweating mans forehead with a cold cloth, but he woke, and pushed Kaede aside. It was Kagome he wanted.
He spied Kagome sitting, troubled, in a corner, and swept her into his arms. She clung to him, and they cried, knowing how close they had come to losing each other.
Inuyasha could see a lot of blood, which seemed to be coming from a small but deep wound in his chest. He stared dumbly at the knife, and would have yanked it out, and stared dumbly at it even more, but couldn't move.
The only time Inuyasha had felt this out of it was that time Eri and Uka, those stupid noisy friends of hers, had decided to introduce him to alcohol. That was not an experience he wanted to repeat.
No! Focus! and that was when it truly dawned on him that he was dying.
Then the first wave of pain hit. It was so intense, so all-consuming, that he didn't know what to do, or think. Blood was pounding in his ears.
That cursed white figure, so familiar in its baboon skin appeared out of the gloom, and pulled the knife out of Inuyasha. Smirking noiselessly, he jabbed it cruelly into one leg, and tore through hard muscle and tendons.
He couldn't scream anymore. He was beyond that.
Everything seemed so misty. But he was here. Kagome was in his arms, just like he had promised her. He had promised that once Naraku was dead, they would be together forever.
Inuyasha drew his lovely Kagome to wards him, a passionate kiss ready to spring from his lips. He had waited so long. So long for the pure, simple peace of love. But she pushed him back gently. A soft, yet firm hand brushed his cheek.
She, his wonderful pure, perfect goddess, looked sadly into his amber eyes, and tears made the scene more misty than before.
"No!" He shouted, through a fog. "It has to be perfect. Ive waited so long!"
"So long.." He whispered. Kagome smiled sorrowfully at him, and turned away. She was leaving him. No... He had known it would happen, and when it did, that it wold kill him. Yet even knowing this did not lessen the pain.
"KAGOMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!", Inuyasha screamed, tortured. The dream would not leave him. He was haunted by her imminent departure.
The old woman dabbed the sweating mans forehead with a cold cloth, but he woke, and pushed Kaede aside. It was Kagome he wanted.
He spied Kagome sitting, troubled, in a corner, and swept her into his arms. She clung to him, and they cried, knowing how close they had come to losing each other.