Death Full Circle
Chapter 1
Horrible

A fang was softly protruding past his lip. His eyes, half lidded, were blank and empty. Blood trickled down the side of his face, and his muscles were slumped in a way that surely meant death. His haori was torn and ripped, exposing most of his chest, and covered with blood. His hair would certainly be striped crimson forever, and his ears, as much as it pained her to note, didn't move at her call. He couldn't hear her, he wasn't moving, and he was covered in blood. Even she could piece together what all that meant. He would have called her stupid if she couldn't.

He won't be calling me stupid ever again...she thought. She could see the times when he had called her names, a scowl on his face. She could even remember those few times he'd smiled at her, the few times he'd said something nice without messing it up with some other comment.

She knew that if she didn't look away soon, this image of him would be forever ingrained into her memory. But she couldn't look away. It didn't matter anyway; she'd never forget it.

She heard Sango and Miroku run into the Bone Eater's Well clearing. She heard Sango gasp, and could practically see her hand move to her mouth. Miroku's staff clanged, and she could tell he'd dropped it. But she didn't care; she still wouldn't take her eyes off of Inuyasha.

"Oh, Inuyasha." she whispered. "Oh, oh..."

Her voice cracked as the previously banished tears stole down her cheek, and her shoulders suddenly shook with frame-wracking sobs. She leaned her head back and screamed her sorrow into the sky. The sun was slowly setting; the night would come soon.

Through all the racket she was making, she heard Sango take a step towards her, and cried harder. Her friend stopped, a tear slinking down her own cheek.

"Oh, Kagome..." she whispered, and Miroku put a hand around her shoulder. She turned to cry into his chest.

She stayed like that, shaking and quivering, throughout the night. Eventually she drew quiet; eyes squeezed shut, face contorted with the pain the sight before her wrought on her soul. She finally drew still as the sky lightened.

Kagome suddenly looked over to the now rising sun, past her two friends, as a figure came towards them. Miroku and Sango couldn't see who it was...didn't know...Not until too late.

A sudden gust of wind threw a particularly venomous haze of miasma towards them. Sango's eyes went wide, and she clutched her throat, gasping for breath, and Miroku began to sweat. Kagome was rooted to the spot, frozen half in fear and half in the gripping effects of the miasma. And so she watched, helpless, as Naraku walked up to Sango, and pulled out her own sword. He handed it to the boy that was suddenly beside him, the only one of his servants that remained.

Kohaku drew the sword back, blade aimed at Sango, as tears streamed from the taiji-ya's eyes. The boy rammed the sword into his sister's shoulder, and she passed out.

Meanwhile, Naraku, grinning, walked over to Miroku. He was practically giddy as he crouched down on the monk's level and looked him straight in the eye.

Miroku knew he would die. He couldn't even move as Naraku leaned down and pulled the rosary around his hand loose. It began to fall, slowly, ever so slowly, as Naraku walked away, out of the danger range, and then turned back.

Miroku's eyes went wide, and he watched in horror as Naraku snapped his fingers, and the hellhole in his hand grew steadily wider, out of his control. He desperately looked at Sango, unconscious beside her brother, and realized they would both be sucked in with him. He closed his eyes, said a prayer for their souls, and screamed as his body was ripped apart by his curse.

Kagome winced away, shutting her eyes tight at the bright white explosion, which was sucking in the remainder of the new, deadly miasma. Kagome felt the strength slowly return to her, and she stood slowly, leaning against the well behind her.

"Naraku." she spat, tears in her eyes. She stood up as he turned to her. "You...you did this, Naraku! You killed Sango and Miroku! And you...killed...him too, didn't you? Didn't you?! " she demanded.

"Of course it was me, dear." he said, smiling.

"I will kill you!" she hollered, her shoulders shaking in rage. "I will kill you for what you did to them! To him! You will pay with your life! "

Naraku, being a total fool, walked up to her. "No, dear, I think not. You are too weak."

She wrapped her hand around his wrist, her other hand coming up to hold flat before his chest. A surprised look crossed his face, and before he could mask it, she let her energy shoot out at him. It blew him back, and he landed a few feet away from her, his hand gone past his wrist, where she'd held it. He was covered in a layer of burnt youkai flesh, but quickly shook it off as much as he could.

Kagome raised her hand to her bow and pulled it up, notching an arrow. The arrow and bow glowed from her power. She glowed from her power.

She drew back the arrow.

She aimed at Naraku.

Naraku's eyes widened in fear.

Kagome's eyes narrowed in anger.

"Die..." she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She released the arrow, closing her eyes. She staggered a few steps back, leaning against the well. Then, suddenly, she completely relaxed, unconsciousness overcoming her as she fell back through the well. Black and purple magic streamed past her, and a small, round, solid object rested against her breast...