Salt Water

Sequel to Salty Sting

By: Suaru

Here ya go! This is the first version of the sequel to Salty Sting! The other version of the sequel will be here soon! And don't it will be happier than this one! So enjoy and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am poor. (closet door opens to reveal a tied and gagged Inuyasha) (I shut it quickly) You saw nothing.

3 years later

He leaned against the gray stone eyes closed, mind blank. That had been the only way he could deal with all that had happened, to allow a void to stay in his heart and mind. Otherwise pain would consume him. It would rip at him and send him to hell and back. Fire would burn in his veins and guilt would choke him.

"Three years…" It came out a rasp, as if he hadn't used his voice in a long time. Pale flesh moved to reveal blank looking golden eyes. No light touched them; they seemed dead. In fact only the rise and fall of his chest and the small movements he made signified that he was alive at all. "Has it really been that long?" He whispered; it hurt to say anything any louder than that.

Eyelids slowly started to close and her face came to his mind as it always does. She had a small smile on her face and her hair was caught in the wind. She was wearing her usual green skirt and white blouse. Her eyes held the light as she continued to smile at him. "I'll wait for you…" Her lips barely moved as she recited the last words she had ever spoken, to him or anyone else. Crimson blossomed on her chest and an expression of pain replaced the smile on her face. "No…" Darkness appeared behind her and a sinister laugh reached the boy's ears. "No." She staggered a few steps, before falling to one knee. "No!" Tears fell from her eyes and she gripped herself tightly. "No!" Her eyes closed and she landed on the ground with a soft thud. "NO!"

He jerked forward, tears coming from his eyes. 'I failed her…' How? How could he have let this happen? She was so kind and innocent. She shouldn't have died. And to make it all worst that bastard Koga was the one who killed Naraku! He didn't get that little bit of comfort… The comfort of destroying her killer.

The hanyou slowly got up and walked to the other side of the gravestone. Kneeing again he took a clawed finger and traced the engraved 'K' with it.

"Uncle Inu?" He looked over his shoulder at the little girl. She had deep brown hair like her mother and had gotten her father's blue eyes. She had also gotten Sango's spunk and Miroku's smile. "Uncle Inu you kk?"

"Yea Sayko. Uncle Inu's ok…"

The two and a half year old walked over to him and put her small arms around him. "You no look kk. You look sad." 'You always look sad…'

The boy didn't saying anything for a moment, and then mumbled, "Your mommy and daddy are probably worried about you. You should go home." The little girl gave a small nod. Giving him a peck on the cheek she skipped off, singing a little song as she went.

He turned back to the grave once the girl was out of sight. Miroku and Sango had turned to each other for comfort after she had died. They had a child with another on the way. Sayko was a gem. Inuyasha loved her dearly. She was so sweet and pure. But on the same sense it made him sad. He had wanted children more than anything, and he had wanted to have them with her. He had had dreams of the children they might one day have together. They might have her dark black hair, his golden eyes, hell maybe even little dog-ears on their heads. He felt a corner of his mouth lift at that thought. That would have made her so happy, to have little dog-eared children. The smile quickly disappeared knowing that it could never happen.

'I can't take it anymore…' He thought. 'This is too hard!' He hid his face in his hands. "Why?" He whispered hoarsely. "Why did if have to be her?" He felt the familiar salty sting of tears fill his eyes. They ran down his face and made droplets in his chin. He felt them drip off his neck onto his shirt, wetting it. He hated himself! How could he fail to protect her? After all these years, was everything people said about him true? He was weak. He was worthless. He could protect himself let alone the people he cared about! But she didn't think so and she died because she had trusted him to keep her safe!

Inuyasha punched the ground next to him. It hurt. Being without her hurt more than he had ever thought it would. Life…there wasn't really anything left for him! Miroku and Sango had a life together; they had a child. They couldn't take care of a heartbroken hanyou that really didn't want to live anymore.

His mind was made up. He leaned against the stone and lifted the sword by his side and held it up. His golden eyes traced the sharp edges of the blade that failed to save her. He moved the sword to his neck and slowly cut across it. The pain was welcoming. He could feel the blood flow down his chest as it became hard to breath. He dropped the old fang and fell backward across the grave. "I'm coming…" He whispered. "I love you…" He finally got to tell her as the drops of salt water fell from his closed eyes…

Author's Note: (SOB) God I was crying like the whole time I was writing this! Oh and before I forget… DON'T KILL ME! Remember! I am going to write a happy version of this sequel. It might take a little while, but I'll get it done eventually! So no killing the poor little author!

See ya!

Suaru

P.S. Big ass thanks to Micayasha for letting write this! I LOVE YOU! And check out her stuff! HELLA GOOD!