Tenshi Houshi
Chapter Five
Grief
Had it been only a dream? All she could see was darkness. Houshi-sama's presence was near though...
She started to hear things... screaming... crying... what was it? She opened her eyes, tears burning in them. It was only a dream. Houshi-sama wasn't alive... he wasn't here.
She heard the loud scream return with a crack. She turned her head to the side.
Kouga was normally well tanned, a natural bronzed tone to his skin. But now, it was a ghostly white. It looked unnatural. He'd been bandaged up, although it wouldn't help. Ayame had her arms wrapped securely around his body, his cold face set against her bosom. She was crying into his midnight locks, which were ruffled and crusted with blood.
She turned to the other side. An equally pale Kagome lay in Inu Yasha's arms, motionless. Inu Yasha's face was red with tears, but his eyes were closed and his face showed peace. He was breathing softly as though nothing in the world could upset him, but tears still glistened on his cheeks.
"Sango," a weak voice called out. Sango sat up and looked to a corner where Kirara was curled. Shippo was hiding in her fur. He was trembling. "Kagome's gone..."
"I know," she replied, holding an arm out. Shippo gratefully leapt to her, clinging to her damaged kimono. Small bandages here and there were tightly attached. He sniffled, burying his face into her shoulder. He sobbed softly before his cries reached a higher pitch. Sango closed her eyes as tears started to slide down her face.
First Houshi-sama... then Kouga, now Kagome.
She heard Ayame scream out again, literally at the top of her lungs. Her hands were gripping Kouga's pale skin tightly, as if waiting for him to return the embrace. She cried. She cried until her head was throbbing. She cried until her face was sore. She cried until her strength left her. Ayame slowly slid to the floor. She was asleep, but she was still crying. Soft whimpers and hiccups were filling the room.
Shippo's shrill crying quickly ceased as his small body fell into slumber. Sango eventually set him down, pulling a blanket over him.
Ayame suddenly awoke with a start, falling backwards and wrapping her arms around herself. She moaned softly before sniffling. She pulled her knees to her chest, balling up tightly, trying to hide the immense pressure building in her chest. It hurt.
"Why...?" she whispered as the tears started to fall again. She began to sob loudly as she tightened her grip on herself. She screamed into her knees, muffling it.
Sango frowned at the girl. She was heartbroken, worse than she had been. Sango slowly crawled to her, stroking her soft red bangs. Ayame cracked her eyes open.
"Why does it hurt so badly?" she asked quietly. Sango shook her head. She really didn't know. Maybe the reason she didn't cry that badly was that she and Houshi-sama weren't that close... at least, yet. Kouga had mated with Ayame before dying... although he was right; it was the smart thing to do. Ayame was carrying a pup...
"Ayame, if you don't get over your grief soon, it could affect the pup while it's still developing."
Ayame closed her eyes.
"But... it hurts. I can't move without the pain shooting over... it's like I'm dying, only I'm not. The only way to get rid of it-"
"Is sleep..." Sango whispered. "I discovered that when Houshi-sama died..."
Ayame nodded understandingly. She sat up slowly and set her forehead into her hand, supporting it. Small drips of tears fell from her chin and nose. Sango reached over running her fingers through Ayame's hair again.
"I know I can't say it'll be okay, because it won't, but things will get better eventually. In awhile, it won't hurt so badly. Even though you'll still remember Kouga, he won't be there."
Ayame ran the back of her hands across her face repeatedly. She stayed huddled close together. She still had a strong urge to be held. Sango's comfort had helped a little, but her heart still ached. "Arigato," she said in a weak voice. Sango sighed, moving to her side and taking to wolf princess into her arms. Ayame rested her head against the demon slayer's shoulder. Sango hushed her softly as though she were a child and stroked her hair. Ayame may be a demon, Sango thought, but she's still like a child...
Ayame closed her eyes, soft hiccups still coming from her. Somehow, she suddenly remembered her mother... how she use to hold her...
*~*~*
Kikyo gasped as a strange feeling filled her. Her hand clamped the skin around her heart. Her body was burning with warmth. What was this feeling? She slowly pulled herself onto the seat near the window of the hut she was in. Morning was just beginning to come... but what was this feeling? She felt... whole.
"Sometimes happened..." she whispered. She gasped sharply as the souls of the dead maidens began fleeing from her body... as if they didn't belong there. The Shinidamachuu flooded into the hut, grabbing the lost souls and taking them out. As they finally left, Kikyo was left breathless. She suddenly understood.
"Kagome's dead..."
It didn't feel right...
Inu Yasha loved Kagome now, not her... she hadn't loved him as much either... her soul had been possessed by Urasue; she hadn't asked to be revived! This wasn't right! How was Kagome dead? Unless...
"Naraku... shin da to... a kuso..."
Translations:
Houshi-sama - Sir Monk
Arigato - Thank you
Shinidamachuu - Soul Snatchers
"Naraku... shin da to... a kuso..." - "Naraku... is dead... oh shit..."
Chapter Five
Grief
Had it been only a dream? All she could see was darkness. Houshi-sama's presence was near though...
She started to hear things... screaming... crying... what was it? She opened her eyes, tears burning in them. It was only a dream. Houshi-sama wasn't alive... he wasn't here.
She heard the loud scream return with a crack. She turned her head to the side.
Kouga was normally well tanned, a natural bronzed tone to his skin. But now, it was a ghostly white. It looked unnatural. He'd been bandaged up, although it wouldn't help. Ayame had her arms wrapped securely around his body, his cold face set against her bosom. She was crying into his midnight locks, which were ruffled and crusted with blood.
She turned to the other side. An equally pale Kagome lay in Inu Yasha's arms, motionless. Inu Yasha's face was red with tears, but his eyes were closed and his face showed peace. He was breathing softly as though nothing in the world could upset him, but tears still glistened on his cheeks.
"Sango," a weak voice called out. Sango sat up and looked to a corner where Kirara was curled. Shippo was hiding in her fur. He was trembling. "Kagome's gone..."
"I know," she replied, holding an arm out. Shippo gratefully leapt to her, clinging to her damaged kimono. Small bandages here and there were tightly attached. He sniffled, burying his face into her shoulder. He sobbed softly before his cries reached a higher pitch. Sango closed her eyes as tears started to slide down her face.
First Houshi-sama... then Kouga, now Kagome.
She heard Ayame scream out again, literally at the top of her lungs. Her hands were gripping Kouga's pale skin tightly, as if waiting for him to return the embrace. She cried. She cried until her head was throbbing. She cried until her face was sore. She cried until her strength left her. Ayame slowly slid to the floor. She was asleep, but she was still crying. Soft whimpers and hiccups were filling the room.
Shippo's shrill crying quickly ceased as his small body fell into slumber. Sango eventually set him down, pulling a blanket over him.
Ayame suddenly awoke with a start, falling backwards and wrapping her arms around herself. She moaned softly before sniffling. She pulled her knees to her chest, balling up tightly, trying to hide the immense pressure building in her chest. It hurt.
"Why...?" she whispered as the tears started to fall again. She began to sob loudly as she tightened her grip on herself. She screamed into her knees, muffling it.
Sango frowned at the girl. She was heartbroken, worse than she had been. Sango slowly crawled to her, stroking her soft red bangs. Ayame cracked her eyes open.
"Why does it hurt so badly?" she asked quietly. Sango shook her head. She really didn't know. Maybe the reason she didn't cry that badly was that she and Houshi-sama weren't that close... at least, yet. Kouga had mated with Ayame before dying... although he was right; it was the smart thing to do. Ayame was carrying a pup...
"Ayame, if you don't get over your grief soon, it could affect the pup while it's still developing."
Ayame closed her eyes.
"But... it hurts. I can't move without the pain shooting over... it's like I'm dying, only I'm not. The only way to get rid of it-"
"Is sleep..." Sango whispered. "I discovered that when Houshi-sama died..."
Ayame nodded understandingly. She sat up slowly and set her forehead into her hand, supporting it. Small drips of tears fell from her chin and nose. Sango reached over running her fingers through Ayame's hair again.
"I know I can't say it'll be okay, because it won't, but things will get better eventually. In awhile, it won't hurt so badly. Even though you'll still remember Kouga, he won't be there."
Ayame ran the back of her hands across her face repeatedly. She stayed huddled close together. She still had a strong urge to be held. Sango's comfort had helped a little, but her heart still ached. "Arigato," she said in a weak voice. Sango sighed, moving to her side and taking to wolf princess into her arms. Ayame rested her head against the demon slayer's shoulder. Sango hushed her softly as though she were a child and stroked her hair. Ayame may be a demon, Sango thought, but she's still like a child...
Ayame closed her eyes, soft hiccups still coming from her. Somehow, she suddenly remembered her mother... how she use to hold her...
*~*~*
Kikyo gasped as a strange feeling filled her. Her hand clamped the skin around her heart. Her body was burning with warmth. What was this feeling? She slowly pulled herself onto the seat near the window of the hut she was in. Morning was just beginning to come... but what was this feeling? She felt... whole.
"Sometimes happened..." she whispered. She gasped sharply as the souls of the dead maidens began fleeing from her body... as if they didn't belong there. The Shinidamachuu flooded into the hut, grabbing the lost souls and taking them out. As they finally left, Kikyo was left breathless. She suddenly understood.
"Kagome's dead..."
It didn't feel right...
Inu Yasha loved Kagome now, not her... she hadn't loved him as much either... her soul had been possessed by Urasue; she hadn't asked to be revived! This wasn't right! How was Kagome dead? Unless...
"Naraku... shin da to... a kuso..."
Translations:
Houshi-sama - Sir Monk
Arigato - Thank you
Shinidamachuu - Soul Snatchers
"Naraku... shin da to... a kuso..." - "Naraku... is dead... oh shit..."