AN: I was feeling somewhat morbid this afternoon.
The day had finally come. The ragtag group of friends, though one would never admit it, had finally reached the end of their journey.
The final battle started out favorably. The two brothers weakened the ultimate nemesis with their swords, while the monk and exterminator took care of the lesser youkai. The two mikos forgot their trivial differences and combined their spiritual powers in one glowing pink arrow.
Things quickly began to go horribly wrong. The poison insects arrived and the monk was forced to close his wind tunnel. Weakened by the toxins, he was left defenseless. Swarmed by the youkai he had just previously been sucking into his palm, the monk fell. The exterminator in a rage attacked the swarm. Blinded by her fury, she too fell.
The fire cat and kitsune child left the sidelines when their two comrades fell. Indignant, they began to recklessly attempt to avenge them. Their efforts were valiant, but futile.
The only weaknesses of the two nearly immortal, nonhuman brothers were attacked next. The dead miko, not meant for the current world which she habituated, was stabbed through by a tentacle. The hanyou ran in a blind fury toward his adversary. He too was knocked down. Another tentacle was aimed for the little human girl who traveled with the elder brother. The stoic youkai's speed wasn't great enough and soon he too fell at the hands of his foe.
The immoral hanyou found the completed jewel on the ground, forgotten by it's guardian, as she ran to the bodies of her companions. With the ultimate prize in his clutches, he let out a triumphant laugh and left the final battlefield.
The only one left, the miko not of this world, fell to the ground and began to cry.