Disclaimer: Seriously, if I owned Inuyasha, it'd be crap. So no, I do not own Inuyasha!

Pre-Notes: Well, I was aiming to get an update in before Easter, so here it is! I hope you enjoy it! First, however, thank you to:

Priestess kurumi inu's sister Wow! You're the first person to notice that the chapter titles are tied together to form a statement or few. Congrats to you!

Kikyo-the-Walnut And that's a good thing. :) I'll go back and edit that . . . heh, maybe.

Jamie Ah yes the length! I'm aiming to make this chapter longer! Thanks!

InuKag Fan Of course InuKag is coming:) It's just that Kagome's always the one to 'sacrifice,' I wanted to try something different for once.

BLOODY LIES

Part XIV

It All Works Out

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. . . One Last Bout of Fighting . . .

. . . There'll Only Be One Left . . .

. . . Me Or You? . . .

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Her eyes widened to express her disbelief. Words flickered through her head . . .

How?

When?

Where?

What?

". . . Why?"

"Why!" Inuyasha sounded incredulous, "What do you mean 'Why!' There's a perfectly good reason why my hand is sticking out of your stomach." Inuyasha hissed in her ear, "You could have killed Sango!"

He blames me for what happened. Her thoughts told her.

"I . . . she would have died anyways . . . you would have been the one to kill her . . ."

Inuyasha snorted in disgust. He pulled his arm from Kikyo's stomach none to gently, and thrust her to the ground. The miko hit the hard dirt with a soft 'thump' and put a hand to her stomach tentatively. She didn't wince when she touched the wound, she didn't pass out from any pain. She didn't feel anything. It was as if her body was numb . . .

But it wasn't. She had felt when Inuyasha pushed her to the ground, she had felt him pull his hand free from her abdomen. Why . . . why could she feel the pain?

She was . . . bleeding. She noticed it for the first time. Kikyo bit down a gasp as it forced to come free, she turned her head to look at Inuyasha. The demon was looking at his hand, sniffing the blood that coated it. Kikyo could have sworn she saw a piece of flesh clinging desperately to his sticky fingers.

Flesh?

Inuyasha chose that moment to voice her thoughts.

"I thought you were clay and dust and ashes . . . You never told me you had flesh and blood and all that stuff."

"I didn't know." Kikyo got to her feet. The world seemed fuzzy. Was this why she felt no pain? Or was it because she was losing blood? Gods, that blood wasn't even hers! It couldn't be.

"The souls . . ." She realized. "It was the souls. The souls I . . . took."

"The souls? The souls gave you flesh and blood? Along with my own blood." Inuyasha's eyes darkened, "Did you plan this? Did you plan to come back alive? Of course you did!"

"What!" Kikyo snorted, "No I did not! I didn't know this would happen!"

Inuyasha's mind was working fast. Kikyo didn't know it would happen. Kikyo . . .

Kikyo was the one responsible for all of this mess. He didn't know how, but she was. She had to be. She had toyed with him, pulled him along like he was some kind of puppet or so. He frowned, no one was going to play around with him if he had a say in it, and he did. Bending his legs slightly, Inuyasha launched himself yet again at the miko, except this time he did it without the Tessaiga.

He reached the miko with haste, and pushed her back down to the ground. He brought his hand down across, Kikyo just gained another narrow cut. He punched her with his other hand, sending her backwards on her feet. Kikyo quickly regained her composure and notched another arrow, launching it at Inuyasha. It hit straight on in his thigh, but the hanyou ignored it.

Inuyasha grabbed the bow from the un-dead miko and brought it down on his other leg, snapping it in half. Kikyo was shocked only for a second before shaking her head at the demon.

"You forgot something Inuyasha. I've still got another weapon."

She reached inside of her traditional miko's outfit and brought out the dagger with which she had given Inuyasha the cuts. It was a slightly pink hue to it now, especially around the edges. Inuyasha's blood had began to stain the metal, or steel, blade with its red hue. Inuyasha tilted his head to the side. It was true, he had forgotten about the blade.

"So I see." He said.

Kikyo took Inuyasha's momentary contemplation of the dagger to strike.

She thrust her arm forward and the dagger sunk deep into the hanyou's chest. Inuyasha's head shot up to stare into her eyes. They were brown like always, but they were determined to kill. Determined to kill him. Inuyasha grabbed Kikyo's wrist and pushed it aside. This probably did more harm than good to his wound, but Inuyasha didn't care. Either that or he didn't realize it. He was concentrating on one thing now.

Kikyo had to go.

Kikyo switched the blade to her other hand and ran up past Inuyasha, abruptly stopping and turning around on her sliding feet. Her hair stretched out beyond her, having long ago fallen from it's binding. She pushed her body on towards the inu youkai with speed, yet again pushing the dagger through his skin, dragging it down diagonally cutting through both flesh and the red fire-rat haori the hanyou wore, as well as the white clothing beneath that.

Inuyasha immediately jumped backwards, leaving Kikyo a yard before him. The bloody blade was still in her grasp.

Inuyasha knew that the blade was the only way to finally get rid of the un-dead miko.

He let Kikyo approach him instead of him going to her. He let a lazy, confident smile crawl upon his lips, almost smirking at the un-dead miko approaching him.

"You know what, Kikyo?" He asked, crossing his arms before his bleeding torso.

"No. What, Inuyasha?" Kikyo said with a steely voice inching closer with each second that passed.

"It's been real nice knowin' ya. Ya know?"

"Whatever, Inuyasha. I'm sure the feeling's mutual."

"That's funny. I don't think it is." Inuyasha growled, "Nothing's ever the same with you, Kikyo."

"That's nice, Inuyasha." Kikyo said. She really didn't care what that hanyou had to say, he was probably trying to seduce her or something so he could gain the upper hand in the battle. She started to pay close attention to his words, lest she fall under his pathetic 'spell,' or maybe it was his charm?

"You sure have a strange way of dealing with logic." The inu youkai noted aloud, "It's not a very fair type of logic either, ya know?"

"No, I don't know Inuyasha. No, I don't even care, Inuyasha." Kikyo said, she was close enough to feel his warm breath caress her cheeks. Upon further examination, Kikyo could see that Inuyasha wasn't as well of as he acted. She could tell that his limbs felt heavy to lift, his ears drooped slightly. Along with the exhaustion, he still had bleeding wounds too. Ones in the chest, shoulder, and all those cuts she had inflicted upon him day after day. How was it possible he was still standing? If he had any energy left, it was certainly diminishing as they spoke and stared into the opposite's eyes.

"I didn't think you would. You don't care about much, do you Kikyo?"

"Not really." Kikyo swept her eyes over the hanyou's companions on the sidelines of the battle, "And that seems to have given me the upper hand in everything during this battle, wouldn't you say Inuyasha? If you had nothing to care about, I'm sure you might have been able to win, but you can't. Your friends tie you down. They're like an anchor to a ship, you."

"That's a fancy way to describe it." Inuyasha observed. His hand was slowly advancing towards the miko before him. He was aiming for the dagger. "But I've found a way that suits my friends better. How 'bout they're like the ship? Ya know, the wood on it? Well, I'm the stuff on it. Without the wood that makes the ship, how the hell is the stuff gonna get to wherever it's 'posed to go?"

"You yourself have a fancy metaphor, Inuyasha." Kikyo smirked, "But it's really not going to help you at all. Now you're going to die." She said it simply, like his death was like smashing a mosquito that chose her arm to get it's blood supply from.

"That's what you think." Inuyasha retorted. Kikyo shook her head to disagree and brought her hand up, bringing it across towards Inuyasha's neck.

The head hit the ground with a 'thump' sound. It rolled away from the body, which crumpled in a heap on the dusty dirt ground. Blood pooled profusely in a pile where the head was severed from the body. The facial expression on the head in the dirt was one of shock. The eyes were wide in disbelief, the mouth was slightly agape. Inuyasha smirked. The bloody dagger fell to the ground, the point sunk deep into the earth.

As his friends whooped and cheered from behind him, Inuyasha's smirk slid into a frown. As he collided with the earth, he whispered a sentence before the darkness;

"Kikyo's dead."

And that wasn't even a sentence.

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. . . Now The Battle's Over And Won . . .

. . . My Part In This Story Is Almost Done . . .

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Well, that's it! The story it almost completed! I won't say how many parts are left, because frankly I don't even know. I know this was short, but I had to get Kikyo out of there so I can finish up. Enjoyed? Please review with comments, or whatever!

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