Broken, Inuyasha sagged. Kagome was gone. Her blood was still drying on his kimono; he collapsed in a heap on the cold forest floor. Sobs shook his body as his emotions ran rampant. How can she be gone, he thought? It was impossible to comprehend. She was just around the next tree, waiting for him to carry her to another adventure. Just on the other side of the fire, waiting for him to rescue her again.
"Inuyasha? It's all right." Sango leaned down and patted Inuyasha awkwardly on the shoulder. "Come on. We better get going and.... And bring her body back to her time. Come on Inuyasha, come on, get up!"
"Sango, leave him alone. He needs time to mourn. Inuyasha? We will bring her body back. We will return later. Will you be all right?"
Inuyasha made no attempt to reply. "Inuyasha?" His eyes looked vacant as he stared up at them. He nodded slowly as more tears rolled down his pale face. Miroku and Sango slowly and reverently picked up the white blood stained cloth that wrapped Kagome's body. Shippo walked alongside, crying freely as they progressed towards the well.
After several hours, Inuyasha got up. Walking along the path that led to the well, he was stopped suddenly by movement in the trees to his left. Kagome stepped out and reached for him. "Kagome! You're alive! Kagome I was so scared...but that doesn't matter now, Kagome. You're here, and that's all that matters.
Kagome moved slowly up and tucked her head under Inuyashas' chin when he embraced her. "I'm so happy you're alive, Kagome. Everything's gonna be all right now. Kagome, I-I- love you so much. I can't ever express it right. I'm so sorry Kagome." Inuyasha hugged her fiercely, then relaxed his grip and held her in his arms.
"No, Inuyasha I am sorry. NO Inuyasha run-run away!" Tearing herself out of his hold, she held her chest as it started to bleed. Blood flowed down her clothes as she cried out in pain. She turned and fled back into the forest. Inuyasha lost sight of her immediately. "Kagome come back! NO KAGOME COME BACK! KAGOME!"
Inuyasha awoke in a cold sweat. It was near nightfall, and he was alone. Just a dream, he thought. It was just a dream.
