Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any of its characters.
Kat: Last chapter I thought I over did it quite a bit, but eh... I don't know anymore. I'm bad at hiding things, so you probably know who's there before you even begin to read this chapter.
Tears slid down Ayame's cheeks as she forced the sword into her body, ignoring Ginta and Hakaku's pleas to stop and rethink her choice. It had been several long minutes in which the sword was impaling her body before she stopped, eyes wide when she felt someone's presence behind her, the hands of whoever it was reached forward and took the sword out of her hands and tossed it to the side. Ayame lowered her hands to her stomach, covering up where she had begun impaling herself, trying to stop the bleeding, wincing in pain every time she touched the wound; even when she just brushed past it pain shot through her body.
'Why did you do it?' the person behind her asked as she fell onto her knees, clutching her stomach. He sat down beside her and cupped her chin in his hand, turning her face up to look at him; he wanted an answer, she wasn't going to get away with not answering. Sighing, the male dropped her head, watching her for a moment before he shook his head slightly at her ignoring him, either that or she didn't believe who it was, it could also be that she was in too much pain to speak.
Ginta and Hakaku had been looking in amazement ever since they saw the figure come up behind Ayame, unable to believe what their eyes were showing them. Surely it was just their imaginations playing tricks on them, it couldn't be true, not with the way Ayame was acting. Besides, if it was him, the female wolf demon wouldn't be acting like she was, well, she wouldn't be ignoring him at least, unless she still hated him.
'Ayame,' the man began once again, still looking at her, 'why did you do it?' His face had dropped the care which it held at first, and now had a bit of hate and anger mixed in one written across his forehead. Getting no answer, he shook his head and stood up; looking down at the young wolf demon still slouched on the ground, then turned to Ginta and Hakaku, sighing deeply. He would have left, if he thought Ayame would be alright on her own, but he knew she wouldn't, not after what she had done, if he left, it would only make her believe he was gone forever.
To Ayame, the voice sounded so far away, yet so close, so gentle and she recognized it, but couldn't believe who it belonged to, not after she had just seen him plummet to his death minutes before the person had come. She would have answered, but she was afraid to, couldn't answer for fear that it would be just her talking to herself and that she had only imagined what had happened and that he was still dead and that she would soon follow his footsteps. If only that bastard hadn't taken her sword away, she would have been lying on the cold ground dead, happily following after her love, but she wasn't.
A shaking hand, covered in blood, left her stomach and reached towards the sword slowly, grabbing the blade as Ayame pulled it towards her, deciding she would finish the job now, before anyone could stop her again. 'Ungh...' she muttered incoherently as she watched the blade through half closed eyes, the sun glinting off it. It looked so right, like that was the only choice she had, the blade was asking her to finish what she had started and she was listening to it. She was listening to the voice in her head saying it was the only choice, that that was the only thing she could do to be with Kouga again; she didn't want to listen, didn't want to do what she was told, but it was hard for her at the moment.
'I...' she began as she lifted her sword up and pushed it to her stomach again, tears burning at the corners of her eyes, 'I'm sorry...' Once again, the sword was wrenched out of her hands, though this time it was thrown down the mountain's side, rather than just away, so that Ayame wouldn't get it back and try to kill herself again. Why couldn't she just answer the simple question she was being asked, why was she unable to look up into the face of the person with the familiar voice? She couldn't find her voice to answer the question, to speak the truth of why she had started a job she obviously couldn't finish, and she didn't want to look into his face, unable to take the pain of just looking into the air at something she thought was there, but isn't.
Ayame was picked up off the ground by the person with the familiar voice and carried up the mountain path to get her wound treated before it got infected or she lost too much blood. 'I can't believe you'd do that,' spoke the person carrying her, shaking his head as he looked down at the blood that was now dripping from her hand which hung by her side, and at the deep cut, sighing deeply. When her mouth parted to speak, the person holding her stopped in surprise, then kept walking, hoping she would actually say the reason for her self abuse, though she just mouthed words soundlessly.
'I needed to follow him in death,' Ayame managed to mumble, her voice barely above an audible whisper, 'I couldn't live without him any longer...' Silence followed the sentence, the wolf demon probably thinking that she was just talking to herself, despite the fact that she had someone's warm and soft arms wrapped around her body, holding her close. Her hands moved back to her stomach as she pulled her cape up, putting it over the wound in her stomach, hoping that it would stop the bleeding better than her hands were at the moment. 'There was no other choice but that,' she said after thinking for a moment, closing her eyes tightly, not wanting the embrace to end when she completely realized she was dreaming, though had no clue it was really happening.
'What do you mean?' he asked, quirking a brow as he looked down at her, taking one of her shaking, blood covered hands into his own, scratched and rough hands. 'Just look up at me, and tell me who you're talking about,' he smiled as she shook her head at him, then sighed deeply when he noticed she just tightened her shut eyes even more than before. 'Why not?'
'I can't... you'll just disappear and... and...' she couldn't go on, she choked on her words as she started crying again, burying her head into the chest of the man who was carrying her up the mountain. 'If I look at you, the dream will end, and I'll find myself lying on the ground,' she paused and inhaled deeply, 'bathed in a pool of my own blood...' Her voice faded as she finished the sentence and she turned towards the side of the mountain path, still keeping her eyes shut tight, afraid to open them.