Kikyo removed her hands from the blade. The corners of her eyes were red, sore, and wet as she choked and gulped in shock. Inuyasha's beautiful, yellow eyes were open, twisted into an expression of surprise and grief.
Tetsusaiga had torn a large hole in Inuyasha's stomach, about the size of a common punch bowl. Blood spilled across the floor, soaking and dripping through the planks. A ragged tangle of flesh appeared on one side of the hole, whereas the other was smooth, where Inuyasha's perfect, soft skin was whole just seconds ago. His face was faintly blue, and Kikyo's was as well. Never had Kikyo felt so defeated. Suddenly, a yellow light covered Inuyasha's body, bringing him back as a spirit, like his beloved Kikyo. His body and skin was whole once more, and he looked as good as new. Inuyasha grabbed Kikyo and folded her into his arms. He eyed Naraku with contempt and jealousy, and wrapped his arm tighter around Kikyo.
"Naraku...all you deserve to be is alone," Inuyasha murmured, and without speaking, he shoved Tetsusaiga back into its sheath. He turned and faced the window, and Kikyo's giant soul collectors appeared to whisk the lovers and the others away forever.
Before departing, Kikyo blinked back tears. She remembered the way Naraku had touched her, the way he kissed her, the way he was so concerned. She knew she would never find a man like him in forever, but deep in her heart, Kikyo could never find a replacement for Inuyasha. She blinked back her sorrow, and placed her hand on Naraku's shoulder, wiping his tears with her smallest finger.
"I'm so sorry," she meant to say. However, Kikyo was never heard, as the words never escaped the deepest sadness of her heart. Kikyo folded herself back into Inuyasha's arms, and the two lovers escaped from the window into the life they meant to share fifty years before. Naraku knew that even one hundred years without Kikyo couldn't have filled the hole she had left in his heart. Kikyo had wanted Onigumo, but in the end, all she got was a man who had rid himself of Onigumo, although he never knew it.
Tetsusaiga had torn a large hole in Inuyasha's stomach, about the size of a common punch bowl. Blood spilled across the floor, soaking and dripping through the planks. A ragged tangle of flesh appeared on one side of the hole, whereas the other was smooth, where Inuyasha's perfect, soft skin was whole just seconds ago. His face was faintly blue, and Kikyo's was as well. Never had Kikyo felt so defeated. Suddenly, a yellow light covered Inuyasha's body, bringing him back as a spirit, like his beloved Kikyo. His body and skin was whole once more, and he looked as good as new. Inuyasha grabbed Kikyo and folded her into his arms. He eyed Naraku with contempt and jealousy, and wrapped his arm tighter around Kikyo.
"Naraku...all you deserve to be is alone," Inuyasha murmured, and without speaking, he shoved Tetsusaiga back into its sheath. He turned and faced the window, and Kikyo's giant soul collectors appeared to whisk the lovers and the others away forever.
Before departing, Kikyo blinked back tears. She remembered the way Naraku had touched her, the way he kissed her, the way he was so concerned. She knew she would never find a man like him in forever, but deep in her heart, Kikyo could never find a replacement for Inuyasha. She blinked back her sorrow, and placed her hand on Naraku's shoulder, wiping his tears with her smallest finger.
"I'm so sorry," she meant to say. However, Kikyo was never heard, as the words never escaped the deepest sadness of her heart. Kikyo folded herself back into Inuyasha's arms, and the two lovers escaped from the window into the life they meant to share fifty years before. Naraku knew that even one hundred years without Kikyo couldn't have filled the hole she had left in his heart. Kikyo had wanted Onigumo, but in the end, all she got was a man who had rid himself of Onigumo, although he never knew it.