A Long Night
Chapter 2
You know this, if you read it. Now, not really re-written. It's 12:00am, so, I'm tired. I'm writing A Long Morning after this. R&R
Inuyasha caught a scent. It was a familiar, unwanted scent. "Come out, wolf!" he yelled. Koga walked up. "So, Kagome chose you. I would be a lot better." He said. Inuyasha was getting angrier. He went for his sword. However, Koga jumped, hitting Inuyasha in the chest. Inuyasha went soaring though the air.
"You are inferior, dog shi-" Koga started. But, he was hit with an arrow.
"Who's inferior now?" Kagome said. Koga was on the ground. "Kagome?" he said. "WIND SCAR!" Inuyasha yelled. The attack hit Koga. Dust filled the air. Sango and Miroku came in. Both ready to fight. Koga was alive. Just injured. "Now, I have no choice." He said. He ran toward Kagome. Miroku threw his staff (Name?) at Koga, hitting him dead on. He fell over, but got Kagome. "Oooooowwwwwwwww!" she said, falling over. "Kagome!" Inuyasha yelled. He ran at Koga, ready to attack. Koga, however, was ready. He hit Inuyasha.
He fell over. Inuyasha had no time to react to the attack. "There. Now, Kagome can have someone better." Koga said, dying there. Inuyasha had a very bad cut down his chest. Then, the new moon came out. Inuyasha, who was in critical condition, turned human. He motioned Kagome to him. "Kagome, I…….I……I…love…..you……….." he said, before closing his eyes. "Inuyasha?" Kagome pleaded. "Kagome, he's dead." Sango said. "No!" Kagome cried, tears falling from her face. She knew, however, Sango was right. This was reveres of his dream. He died, not her. "I love you, too." She whispered.
The ceremony was the next day. Kagome didn't attend, though. She was too sad. She stayed at the hut. Crying like no end. She decided to calm herself, she fell asleep.
While asleep, she heard a voice. "Kagome?" it asked. "Kagome, wake up." It said. She opened her eyes. She saw red. No, she wasn't angry. It was a kimono. She saw a head of black hair. And, a boy. "Inuyasha?" she asked.
Well, like I said, not entirely written over, so please bear with me. Remember, Long Morning.