Heya everyone… well here ya go, the next chapter… people are gonna be out of character, so just deal with it! P

Purest Hearts, Tainted Souls

Chapter 12: Purest Hearts Tainted Souls

Clutching the pixie's small throat in his human hand, he quickly drove his demon hand into her chest. The girl's body grew tense, and he pulled back his hand making sure to leave a good amount of poison in the open wound. Her pure silver eyes stared dully into him, and he was disgusted, disgusted that this imposter even dared to disguise herself as the beautiful woman he'd grown used to traveling with.

He continued to hold the petite girl's throat, her feet dangling below her, no longer touching the ground. He looked over the imposter and was almost amazed at how much she looked like the real pixie, the only thing that was wrong, were her eyes, and her scent, she seemed to have an evil aura, it reminded him of death and decay. And he was proud of himself for ridding the world of such a pathetic despicable creature.

His pride and anger came crashing down on him as he watched in almost slow motion as the black cloth wrapped around the small girl's forehead slipped loose and fell to the ground, and there, shinning brightly as ever, was a small star symbol. Looking back to the girl's eyes, he noticed that they'd turned into the silvery blue eyes he knew were Usagi's. And she was staring at him… staring at him with those beautiful eyes full of confusion and pain.

His breath became shorter as his anger subsided and his senses came rushing back to him, he could smell her. The blood that was so exotic and intoxicating, that had the scent of nothing he'd ever experienced in his long years, was staining his hand. In a small state of shock he dropped the pixie, and she fell limp to the ground as fast as gravity could pull her. In the back of his mind he could hear Naraku's laughter.

Looking back down to the petite girl he had now realized, actually was Usagi, his heart seemed to miss a beat. She still gazed up at him with those eyes. He'd never forget her eyes, once beautiful and filled with happiness, now haunting and riddled with confusion, pain, but most of all, betrayal.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but all that came out was the thick red liquid so many people seemed to be so terrified of because it represented death. Sesshoumaru quickly grabbed for Tensaiga. Holding the fang over his head he swiftly brought it down across the dying girl's stomach and waited.

But no bright healing light ever came, and the pixie lay there now with another bleeding wound. Again he tried using the swords healing powers, but only succeeded in inflicting more pain upon the silver haired beauty.

He kneeled beside her in defeat; her small hand shot out and grabbed at his clothing, staining the pure white material red from the large puddle of blood that had gathered around her. All he could do was watch as her back arched in pain and a quiet chocking sound came from her throat as more blood trailed down her chin.

Her teary eyes still locked with his as she opened her mouth to try and talk again. "Sesshou… maru… sama, w… why?"

The great lord of the western lands was at a loss for words.

all the tall lord did was silently stare down at her blood soaked body with cold eyes, with each painful cough more and more blood trailed down her chin.

It wasn't this Sesshoumaru!

I didn't know!

He yearned to tell her, wanted so badly for her to know, he would never knowingly hurt her, but his mouth refused to move, and all he could do was silently look upon her. He listened to her struggling to breath, chocking on her own blood, watched as her back arched and her body jerked in pain, smelled the massive amounts of blood she'd lost, and felt her heart beat inside him become slower and slower, until he could feel it no longer.

She'd die feeling only pain and betrayal, and he couldn't forget the emotions that shown in her once shinning eyes.

He didn't know why the Tensaiga didn't work, perhaps because Usagi wasn't even supposed to be alive in the first place, the jewel shards were keeping her that way.

Standing over the petite girl who lay lifeless upon the meadow floor, he looked over her, looked over the pain he inflicted upon her. A deep puncture wound in her chest, and two gashes across her middle, her eyes were closed, and blood still stained her lips and ran down her chin.

He did this, he caused her pain, he killed her… He watched her die, he let her die, and she died alone, scared, and hurt.

She, once something so beautiful, loving and kind, the purest being he'd ever come across, was gone.

And he tainted her.

He remembered something a voice in his head once asked him…

'Could you really taint something so beautiful and pure?'

Yes, he could… and he would regret it for the rest of his life…

Those With Pure Hearts Should Never Be Touched By Those With Tainted Souls

Purest Hearts, Tainted Souls

Welp… there ya go. I can't decide whether or not I want to do an epilogue or not, I've got one planned out, but I think I might want to leave it like this!

Thanks so much everyone for hanging around for sooo long while I've been lazy and have taken so long to update! And thank you thank you thank you sooo sooo sooo much for all your kind and wonderful words and reviews, I really really appreciate them! Sorry for another crappy chapter, but I guess I'm just trying to hurry and get this story done… I've been slowly working on it for two years now… I think that's a little too long.