A/N: An Inuyasha Fanfic from some seriously disturbed minds. Definitely a bit (or a lot) AU and there is OOC-ness involved.

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Chapter Four: Kouga vs. Kagura
By Shannon
Edited for content by Smurf

It was still night, and Kouga was standing there outside of Kaede's hut, where he had been for the past several hours, thinking on what to do next. He wasn't really certain that he should believe Inuyasha about Kagome's death. Walking slowly to the entrance, he looked inside to see Kagome laying there, with a cloth over her face, and a blanket covering her lifeless body. So what the mutt had said was true. Kagome was indeed dead.

Kaede entered the hut, and looked at her unexpected visitor, "Who are you?" she demanded, more than just a little wary.

Kouga looked at the old woman, taking in her appearance, before he spoke. "Kouga, of the wolf demon tribe." Pride kept him from showing more than a casual face to the woman. It would not do well for her to see him grieve.

Kaede stood there looking at him for a long moment, with a gentle smile on her face. "Oh I know you," she offered softly- perhaps her way of offering some solace? "Kagome told me about you often." It wasn't a lie. The girl had admired the wolf, his loyalty, and his determination, even if in some instances she had found it misplaced.

Kouga offered a similar smile to the patch-wearing crone, and walked towards Kagome's covered corpse. "Can I have a moment alone with her? I just want to say a few things… a proper goodbye…" the wolf demon didn't get a chance to finish his statement.

"That's fine, just tell me when you're done." Kaede cut him off and then made her way back out of her hut.

After a few soft utterances that roughly amounted to an apology for not protecting her, and a goodbye, Kouga got up and exited the hut, nodding a brief farewell to the aged woman. Koga left the village as fast as he could wanting for some reason to get as far away from that place as he possibly could. It was a windy night, and the breeze carried on it a familiar scent, which caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

Adopting his usual air of arrogance he began to speak none-to-kindly, "Where the FUCK are you? Show yourself! I know your there; I can smell you."

Standing behind Kouga was Kagura of the wind, a perverse smirk marring her pretty features. "Oh what's wrong Koga? You have a sad look in your eye." Her voice was lilting, teasing even, as if she was enjoying taunting him so cruelly.

Koga could feel a growl rumbling in his chest, and fighting to erupt from his throat, as he stood in a defensive posture staring at the pinkish-eyed incarnation. "What do you want?" he practically spat the words.

Kagura stepped closer to the dark haired demon, " You know why I'm here Kouga. I'm here for the jewel shards imbedded in your legs. If you want, you can give them to me nicely, or I can take them from you."

This time the wolf really did let out a growl.

Kagura sighed at his response, "Fine; I'll have to take them the hard way. You know what that means, don't you?" she toyed with her fan, smiling at Kouga, before calling out her attack.

Kouga just barely managed to dodge, and he could smell fresh blood in the air. "What did you do?" he demanded angrily. Things didn't seem to be boding well for him.

Kagura smirked yet again, "You'll see; you'll see very soon." She backed away a few steps, causing Kouga to look at her oddly, and wondering what the wind sorceress was up to. A second later she called out another attack, "Dance Of The Dead!" an attack he was all too familiar with.

There was a skirmish, a fury of swiping claws, and of clumsy lifeless limbs, as Kouga fought his way through her horde of living dead. Not to be out done, the dark haired woman let loose with another attack, and this time Kouga wasn't able to dodge it, not even his great speed could save him. He hit the ground with a sickening thud, but got up as fast as he was able to given his state, all the while fending off his soulless, lifeless assailants.

Kouga knew there was no way he could take on both Kagura and her army of the dead, so her took a gamble, "Why don't you stop this cowardice?" he demanded coughing up some blood as he straightened himself, "Why don't you fight me yourself?"

Kagura looked at him anger written in every line of her face. He dared to call her a coward? She was no coward. "Fine then." Her reply was cool and casual, "If you wish it, then I'll fight you. I will have those shards… one way or another." She released the spell she had over the corpses causing every single one of them to drop to the ground, in a foaming heap of death.

It really didn't matter to her either way; the wolf demon was half done in already. This was going to be pathetically easy. Kagura simply wanted to end the battle quickly; raising her fan in the air once again she called out " Wind Of Blades!"

This time, Kouga was hit with the full force of her attack and he fell to the ground, wounded badly, and wiping blood from his mouth, managing to smear it over his cheek and hand as he did so.

" What's the matter Koga?" Kagura asked in that taunting way that she had.

Kouga, for all of his pride, knew that the fight was over; he was too badly injured to win. His shards were going to be taken from him, and he was going to die, of that there was no question. However, he refused to simply lie there and permit himself be murdered. As he staggered to his feet once again, clutching at his obviously shattered right arm, he was hit with another of Kagura's attacks; this time his body offered no resistance, and it tore though him ripping him in half.

Kagura looked at the defeated and obviously dead demon before crouching down and retrieving the shards from his legs. Taking a final look at him over her shoulder as she stood to leave, she pulled a feather out from behind her ear, and flew away on it as she always did when escaping, or traveling long distances.

With the shards clutched neatly in her hand she debated whether or not to return to her masters side immediately, or to remain out of his presence for just a little while longer.


End Chapter Four.

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