The Battle that would Win the War

Chapter Five: A Defensive Failure

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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.

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Sango and Miroku surronded me and began to fight off any demons that came within twenty feet. I was touched by their devotion to protect me, but I was also wishing for them to get distracted and leave my side. I did not want to get hurt or most likely even die, but did they just expect me to stand there being a spectator?

If they were, too bad for them.

I reached behind me into the quiver of arrows that was slung across my back. I notched the arrow and let it fly. A few seconds later, several demons met their demise.

And so the battle continued, Sango slicing and dicing demons, Miroku pelting wards, and me, Kagome, shooting my arrows at any clear shot I could get. Dear little Shippo was running in between the enemies, using his kitsune magic. Kirara was at her usaul place, Sango's side.

Then things began to go wrong. I heard a roar of pure pain and terror, I turned just in time to see a extremly torn up and bloody Kirara get thrown through the air. She landed a short distance from me.

Without a second thought, I ran to her side. I swept my miko senses over her mutilated form. Extensive injuries, internal bleeding, blood filling up her lungs.

Sango soon appeared at my side. She looked at me, silently questioning her long time companion's condition. I knew that she could see the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes.

Kirara was dead.

Sango started murmering prayers under her breath, I heard something about a safe journey for Kirara's soul and other such sweet words. Only now do I realize the tragic beauty of that moment. The last Demon Slayer of her village, kneeling in the battle field of a world altering war, praying for the soul of her departed friend and fellow warrior, Kirara.

I watched as Sango turned her attention back to our foes. She butchered them emotionlessly, no expression in her eyes except a starteling mixture of hatred and sorrow that consumed the magenta orbs.

Sadly, this was not the worse event to happen that dreadful day. Naraku turned his gaze towards Miroku and proclaimed that Miroku's curse was not working swiftly enough for his tastes.

I heard Miroku scream as his kazaana was widened and it began to consume him. I helplessly watched in shock as Sango yelled Miroku's name. Up until that moment she had always called him Houshi-sama, even Miroku looked shocked. Time seemed to slow down.

Sango began to run towards Miroku, all the time yelling about how she would not let him die too. I heard Miroku yell for her to get away or Sango would be consumed as well. She yelled that she did not care.

With tears freely flowing down my cheeks, I watched as Sango was caught in the suction and pulled into the void, but just before she did Sango managed to yell out, "I love you Miroku and I won't let you leave me."

I then witnessed Miroku's obvious despair at Sango's death. What he did then surprised me greatly, I never expected him to do such a thing.

He turned the kazaana on himself, hoping to be with the departed Sango again.

Author's Note:

cowers behind computer chair Yes I am aware that I am extremly evil! Any ways, please review.

The next chapter will be out very soon, it will be titled "A Kitsune's Bravery".