The Battle that Would Win the War
Chapter Four: Tragic Truths
Last time:
Suddenly an ice cold voice harshly cut through my thoughts. "So You have finally decided to show up" His laugh sent shivers down my spine. Naraku was here.
And so it began, the Battle that would win the War.
To continue with the story:
I drew in a shaky breath. Show time.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw InuYasha draw the Tetsaiga, Sango grasp Hiraikotsu and Miroku loosen the beads sealing his kazaana. Remember to take a deep breath Kagome before you dive into the deep end, I told myself.
"Miroku, Sango. You two protect Kagome." InuYasha told the monk and exterminator as he drew his sword, never taking his eyes from which Naraku's voice had come.
I was stunned. I had trained for months for this. I had poured my all my mind into preparation for this battle. I had done it all so I could do my part and no longer be a burden. InuYasha had thrown all that away in just a few words.
I realized then how many truths I had been learning on my journeys. Sadly none of the important ones were happy or joyful. No, they were all tragic.
Number one: I shattered the jewel. It is all my fault.
Number two: I am not Kikyou, I am Kagome.
Number three: InuYasha loves Kikyou. Not me, the cheap inferior copy.
Number four: We would not all make it out of this battle alive.
Number six: I was weak. I am weak. I always will be weak. And no matter how hard I try I shall always be a burden. I will always need protecting.
Author's Note:
According to my plans this fic shall only be about Nine Chapters long. Any ways, please Review. Thank you for reading.