She walked through the field, straining her eyes to see through the pale fog, once poison but now purified by the miko's arrow. The same arrow that had broken her mirror. Kanna didn't care. But she had to find her sister. Where was Kagura?
Suddenly, she heard a cry. Turning, she took a step—and her foot brushed something. Looking down, she saw a familiar kimono. Eyes widening, Kanna carefully turned over the body. It was indeed Kagura- but her sister would never make the flowers dance again, or control the winds that had swept the battlefield Kanna now wandered. Her neck was nearly severed, her blood mixed with the scent of the wolf prince's claws. Kanna allowed a single tear to escape each of her eyes before she continued toward the cry.
Kagome…
Inuyasha…
Miroku…
Shippo couldn't see the bodies of Sango or the firecat, but he was sure that they were gone as well. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he cried, not caring that it was possible he was still in danger. He had been orphaned twice. It wasn't fair…
Hearing a light footfall behind him, Shippo turned and found himself staring into dark eyes that just a few hours ago he would have done anything to shut.
But with tears welling in her otherwise completely neutral face, and a shredded, but familiar fan clutched in her fingers in place of the mirror, neither of them cared.
Rin and Kohaku sat back to back, both staring at the bodies before them. Rin gently pushed the bangs out of Sesshomaru's face hoping that his eyes would open. Beyond him, fading into the fog, were the bodies of Jaken and Ah-Uh. Finally, she collapsed against Kohaku and cried as the fog began to clear.
Kohaku was in shock. With Naraku's death, his memories had returned- after he had killed his own sister. This time, there would be no rebirth. Kirara lay beside her mangled form, the cat's body slashed and as unmoving as Sango's, the victim of Kagura's wind-blades.
Then, as the fog lifted, Kohaku saw a figure as white as the fog appear. She was kneeling a few yards from them; tears were streaming down her cheeks, and in her arms was the kitsune kit, bawling. It had only been Rin and Kohaku's own grief that had prevented them from hearing Shippo's cries.
Wordlessly, Kohaku helped Rin up, then staggered over to them.
In the middle of a bloody battlefield, with bodies of loved ones surrounding them, four children took comfort in each other, none caring which side they or their guardians had fought on.