Author Note: Random death fic, I blame all the horror flicks I've watched recently. That and the holidays. Flame at your hearts desire. As always read and enjoy. Or don't. It's your choice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or anything pertaining to him. Nuff said.
It was, Inuyasha supposed, a good day to die. The sun was shining high in a stunningly clear blue sky, the wind was blowing pleasant and steady from the east, and he'd caught a little glimpse of heaven early this morning; even if it was on accident. Though it did invariably cost him a rather painful sit. Kagome always did get rather excitable whenever he walked in on her naked. His only regret was that the two of them had never gotten naked and excited together before he died.
And die today he knew he would. The endless hordes of zombies would see to that. No matter how much he hacked with Tetsusaiga or slashed with his claws, the zombies just kept coming. Even the Kaze no Kizu proved largely ineffectual in the face of so many. And it had been some time since he had been able to summon the energy to use it. The attack was powerful yes, but it had to get that power from somewhere. Or more appropriately someone; the wielder. Inuyasha was tapped out, he couldn't even summon enough youki to let fly his Hijin Kesso.
The gods knew there was more than enough blood to accommodate such an attack. His clothes and a great deal of the ground were covered in it. Dozens of wounds of varying severities criss-crossed his body, only his stubborn will and warrior spirit kept him going on. But he knew that wouldn't last him forever; he'd either collapse from blood loss or the horde would finally bring him down under their superior numbers. Either way he planned on taking as many of the bastards with him as he could.
Had the nature of the creatures he faced been different Inuyasha knew he could have won. One opponent or large groups, he had prevailed over them all. But how do you defeat the living dead?
Pain, fear, and fatigue mean nothing to them. Inuyasha had tried everything to kill these things. He'd lopped off arms and legs, cut them in half and beheaded them. Yet still they came at him. So far the only way he'd discovered to kill them was to completely obliterate them. But with him unable to form the Kaze no Kizu anymore obliteration wasn't an option. They were tireless; unflagging; unwavering. And he was not.
Then it happened, as he knew it would, an attack made it past his defenses and hit something vital. As he looked down at the spear protruding from his chest, through his heart, he briefly wondered why it hurt so little. Countless other blades descended on him then and he had time to wonder nothing else.
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Many miles to the west a demon of regal bearing stared off into the distance, his father's fang pulsing at his side and a frown marring his usually stony features.
Inuyasha
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500 years in the future a young woman woke up screaming, the name of the man she loved on her lips and the knowledge that she would never see him again.