'Death was Beautiful'

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha
I don't even wish I did.

Flashback:

"Rin! You stupid girl get behind me!" the toad demon squawked. The girl complied, latching herself onto the back of Jaken's brown robes and crouching low so only her topknot was visible.

Satisfied his master's ward was safe; Jaken faced the enemy speeding towards him through the trees. He gripped his staff tightly, sweat perspiring on his brow. Nothing compared to what Sesshomaru-sama would do to him if he let anything happen to Rin.

He could see the red eyes of his enemy, she was so close. He frowned, determined to best her, even though she was far more powerful.

"Now you will suffer the wrath of the staff of two heads Kagura!"

Flames shot forth from his staff and he threw back his head, laughing maniacally. He didn't see Kagura swish her fan, extinguishing his flames in an instant. He didn't see the bright white light coming towards him until it was too late. He vanished into oblivion, still laughing.

Rin was thrown back by the force for Kagura's attack. "Sesshomaru-sama!" she shrieked, though in vain. She too was soon victim to Kagura's bright attacks and died seconds later.

Sesshomaru arrived too late to save his servant and the one who was like a daughter to him. Needless to say Kagura met her own demise at the sharp end of Sesshomaru's sword days later. He would have gone after Kohaku to, for the boy had leaded him away from the campfire. Away so that Rin and Jaken wouldn't stand a chance. But by the time Sesshomaru calmed down, all trace of the boy was gone.

It was then that Sesshomaru made a vow. Never again would he be so easily tricked. Never again would he 'protect'. Not if this much pain inside him was the price of failing. He would get answers from that boy before he killed him. So help him god.

It was that last thought that made Sesshomaru boil over in rage and lung at the boy in front of him. He grunted in satisfaction as he felt Tokejin hit home and bury itself deep into human flesh. Then he realized his mistake.

He hit the wrong person. Tokejin was buried in the belly of a young woman.

"Damn it!" He swore. In frustration and the body fell 'That boys luck will run out someday, and when that day comes I will be there.' He thought angrily.

Kohaku saw the scene play over and over again in his mind's eyes. It was like a horrible nightmare only this nightmare was real. This nightmare was his fault. How could a short fight like this end so brutally?

The blade came from nowhere. It swung towards him at breakneck speed. Kohaku knew he was a goner. His entire short life flashed before his eyes. One thought plagued his mind. One though drowned out all the rest.

'I deserve this fate'

Suddenly he was thrown to the ground, pushed by unseen hands. As fast as he could, he scrambled up, only to come face to face with Songo. Small tears were forming I her eyes and her mouth hung open in a shocked little 'oh'.

Sesshomaru's sword stood tall, buried deep within Songo's gut. She doubled over in pain and grasped the sword weakly with bruised fingers.

"Kohaku?" She croaked, and then slumped to the ground. Kohaku stepped back in disbelief. Sesshomaru was supposed to kill him! He was fighting him! Not Songo, no never Songo.

It was all his fault. The fact sunk in like a dead weight. Would his past never escape him? Was he forced to be the cause of death to all of those he held dear?

She felt her body slide to the ground, bruised hands grasping the sword stuck in her. Her ands fell away, unable to gather enough strength to pull out the sword. She felt something wet and sticky, but it was warm. She realized it was blood, her blood. She could feel more trickled down her chin, out of the corner of her mouth. The metallic taste flowed over her tongue and made her gag.

On the edge of her hearing she heard voices. They were growing louder as they came closer to her. They were so loud, her head pounded. She wanted to make them stop. Stop Yelling! Her vision was fading fast, but she saw grass. Grass and feet. Black boots went just past his ankles and then erupted in puffy white pants. At the back of her mind she felt strong arms at her back slowly; she stopped feeling the pain in her body. It felt like she as being pulled away, up, like she was drifting in the wind. 'Wait!' There was something she had to do, something she had to say before she went.

"Kohaku?" she croaked, a whisper. The voices stopped. "Kohaku!" she called again, a little louder. Where was her brother? Was he alright? Did she save him?

"Songo" There! There was his voice. She couldn't see him any more; she couldn't see the tear spilling down his face, or the faces of her friends. "Songo. I'm here! Don't die!"

So that's what was going on. She was dying. It didn't hurt anymore, she was happy. She had everything she wanted, everyone she wanted. Kohaku. Miroku. Dying, hey this was interesting. Who would she meet on the other side? After death finally took her?

"Kohaku. Miroku" She heard their voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Would they just be quiet! She had something to say to her brother and her monk. Wait did she just think that? Her monk. 'Ya, I like the sound of that' she thought lazily. Her monk.

"Be happy…both…Kohaku, be strong. Miroku, you lecherous…mine. I love you." Those were her last words.

It was warm and bright. That was the first thing she realized. There was no pain, far from it. It was a calming, peaceful feeling. Slowly the feeling of serenity increased, as the sword was pulled out of her gut. She no longer tasted blood, or felt the pain left behind by his sword. It was white all around.

"Songo!"

She turned her head to the direction the voice was coming from. What? She turned her head? Songo looked down at her self. She no longer saw a broken, bleeding body lying on the field. Now she saw herself standing tall, dressed in her normal travelling clothes and clean. Now there was no weight of the heavy hirakotsu o her back. Her long wavy hair flowed gently in the breeze. So she was really dead.

The white faded and was replaced by a long field of wavy grass. The sun was just setting and blue was overpowered by every possible color in the sky. Songo sighed. Death was beautiful.

"Hey Songo, over here!"

'I know that voice' Songo thought happily. In the distance she saw six familiar figures. InuYasha stood tall, cross armed and impatient as usual in his bright red robes. Shippo bounced around playfully, singing to himself as he chased butterfly. Kirara was purring and liking her paw, staring at Songo with her big read eyes the way she did when she wanted treats. Jaken was wrestling with Rin, who had attached herself to the back of his brown robes. She was trying, and was almost successful, to pull Jaken's mouth into a smile. Songo stifled a giggle as she began to walk towards them. Lastly there was…

"Father!" she shouted joyfully, breaking out in a run. He stood tall and proud, smiling back at her. Songo buried herself in his outstretched arms as the others looked on, smiles on everyone's faces. Finally, she was at peace.

Songo, she jumped in front of the sword meant for her brother. She died to protect someone she loved, they all did. Songo died for Kohaku, InuYasha died for Kagome, and Jaken died for Rin.

What possessed these three to throw away there life so carelessly? Its simple, Jaken had the love of a master. InuYasha had the love of a woman. Songo had the love of a brother.

Love, the answer is love. They all died doing something they new must be done, for love.

Each person who wrongfully died, Jaken, InuYasha, now Songo, was sworn to be avenged. Sesshomaru would avenge his honor. Kagome would avenge her broken heart. Miroku would avenge his lost chance at happiness.

A life for a life? Is that fair? Naturally, they want to make the person who destroyed their happiness feel the same pain, be it in death or no. But is that justifiable? Is death a suitable act in revenge? A suitable payback for pain caused?

That leads to another question. Do the dead want to be avenged? Jaken, InuYasha all knew the consequences of their actions and they accepted them. So do they truly want more bloodshed?

A/N: Ya, I know this chapter is depressing. I was in a sad mood when it was written. If it doesn't make sense, I should when I get the next chapter up. This chapter probably raised more questions than it answered though. Oh well. I'm planning on around two more chapters before this finishes. Sorry if I spelt some things wrong, I have a thing with spelling names wrong. In case you may or may not have been able to tell, I like killing people off.

Please leave more reviews! With constructive criticism! Don't worry I will update again before this time next week.

Oh I get to leave you by answer questions!

1) Is this a Sess/Kag pairing?
No. I never meant for it to seem that way, but I can understand where you got the feeling that it was. Sorry.

2) Is Kohaku still evil?

Um… I'm going to have to make you wait a little longer for the answer to that.

3) Shippo Died?

Yes. It was slow and painful to if it's any consolation. I'm hoping to go into more detail on his and Kirara's deaths soon.

4) Who shot the arrow that killed InuYasha?

Like I'd tell you and ruin the ending! (hint: Next chappie)