"Got everything?"
"Yeah."
"Sure?"
"Mhmm..."
"Good. If you don't, I would kill you...except you'd probably already be dead."
"Quit making me so nervous."
"Fine."
Kagome and Harry were in the outskirts of a Death Eater military base.
"Are you sure this is one?" Kagome asked, consulting her homemade maps.
"Er, nearly, yeah." Harry replied, scratching the back of his head in an abashed manner.
"I hope you're right."
"Bombs set?"
"Yup."
"Estimation of deaths?"
"Approximately 1250 people." Harry informed the worried girl in a monotonous manner.
"Good, good." Kagome murmured. "Alright, set the bombs up."
"Where?"
"Well, how about the bushes we're in right now?"
"Good idea."
"Now, just hurry up!"
"Fine!" Harry planted the bombs. According to Remus, there were five Death Eater camps in the world, all of them extremely large. They were now at the last one. Then, there would be only Voldemort. And then what? Neither of the heroes knew. They had learned to not plan out their life in that manner. Expect the unexpected, that was the survivor's motto.
"Ok, done? Good. Let's get out of here!" Kagome and Harry scuttled away.
"We need to be at least two miles away if we don't want to be injured." Kagome said bossily. Harry had to smile. Kagome reminded him of Hermione at times...Harry wiped the memory of Hermione's wild hair and buck teeth away instantly. But it still brought a tear to his face.
"Harry? Are you ok?" Kagome asked her companion, concerned.
"Fine. Just fine." Harry choked out.
"Well...ok. But we need to get out of here! HURRY!" Kagome bellowed, knowing that time was short.
They started to run but Kagome knew it wasn't going to work. Whipping out her wand, she waved it in a complicated pattern, muttering incomprehensible words under her breath. Without a sound, Harry disappeared. Panting, Kagome just sat there. Now, Harry would be safe and kill Voldemort. Maybe find some survivors. But Kagome was so tired now. Much too tired. Sighing, she let herself fall to the hot, sandy ground and closed her eyes, counting the seconds until her death. And one tear rested upon her cheek. One tear for him. One. Suddenly, the camp was a bright scarlet ball of flame. It erupted with sound so loud, it was not heard. Kagome was burning but not dead, much to her disappointment. Not quite but nearly unconscious.
Dimly, she was aware of the sensation of being lifted. She was being picked up by a complete stranger. She wondered if she should fight back but she was just too tired. So she just lay her head down and rested.
I never thought it'd end this way either, Sesshoumaru. I'm so sorry. Kagome thought before she was lost to the world for the moment.
Author's Notes: I are hoping to get this finished by the end of the week. I'm sorry, but after this story, I'll probably leave FF.net forever. It just isn't working out.