Chapter 4:Intentions Discovered Prematurely
Kagome finished folding up her good-bye letter. Now, where to put it? She suddenly smiled as she thought of the best place for it. Kagome hurried off in the direction of the well house.
InuYasha smelled Kagome walking towards the well. He was about to confront her, when he noticed that she was carrying something. Silently, he moved into the shadows and hid, making sure that he could still see her. He watched as she laid a folded piece of paper down on the rim of the well. She opened her fist and placed something on top of the paper. InuYasha nearly jumped out of his skin when she spoke, afraid that she had discovered him. But no, the girl still had no idea he was there. "Well, everyone, I guess this is good-bye..." she trailed off, and InuYasha caught the faint scent of tears. A few moments later, Kagome continued. "I will miss you all very much. I hope you can forgive me..." Moments after she had left, when he deemed it safe, InuYasha came out of hiding. He walked directly to where she had laid the objects. It was then that he noticed the Shikon jewel was among them.
Kagome sighed wistfully as she turned and walked back towards the shrine. She sensed a demonic presence, but deemed it a figure of her imagination. After all, demons didn't exist in her time, and the only demon who could get through the well was InuYasha. He wouldn't be here. She shook her head. Of course he wouldn't be here! Kagome smiled sadly. Why would he care enough to come after her?
InuYasha picked up the piece of paper and carefully unfoled it. When he read what was on the paper, he nearly howled with grief. He fled the well house, leaving the letter to flutter to the floor. As quickly as his legs would carry him, he rushed towards the main house.
Kagome smiled vacantly as she stared at the gleaming knife. She caught sight of her reflection in it, and snorted in disgust. Her face was tear-streaked, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her eyelashes were still damp with tears. No wonder InuYasha always said she was weak! Kagome sighed. It just figured that her last thoughts would be of her beloved hanyou. She placed the knife gently against her forearm. With one last hopeful glance at her window - though hopeful for what, she didn't know - she made the first cut. The physical pain was like an antidote to all the pain she had felt over the past few years emotionally. She moved slightly lower, closer to her wrist, and sliced again. Kagome grinned desolately as she watched the red liquid drain out of her. This was better, much better... She moved the knife to her wrist to make the final slice.