I'm back once again with a new drabble, Gone. I decided to experiment with angst this time, as you'll see below.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, and be grateful that I don't.
Enjoy.
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Gone
He was gone. He was really gone. They hadn't made it in time.
She would never hear his words of comfort, be held, or be protected by him ever again.
She never even got the chance to say goodbye... and how much she loved him.
She would avenge him, she swore it. Naraku would pay.
She looked at his memorial.
Here lies Miroku. Monk, friend, hero.
There was definitely something missing. She went over to it, and with nearby tools, began to sculpt.
When she was finished, she looked at it again.
Here lies Miroku. Monk, friend, hero, love. He lived his life to the fullest, and though lecherous many of his actions may have been, he was a wonderful, generous, kind man. He may have passed on, but his soul shall remain in our hearts for all eternity.
She smiled. "Good bye... Miroku", she whispered, and ran from the spot, tears in her eyes.
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That's all. Please review, and, as always, please be nice (no flames).
