He dashes through the forest, leaping nimbly from branch to branch, and sailing for great lengths through the air.
His luminous golden eyes glow from behind moon bathed silver hair, and his sensitive fingers caressed the hilt of a black sheathed sword. It was his only chance to bring her back now, and he had to go quickly, before there was only a trace of her soul in the Darkness.
Run, Run, before you're gone… he thinks to himself
He really can't explain even to himself why he was doing this... perhaps her eyes struck a note within him, as once a small child who saved him did… the eyes that were once alive and sparkling with being and existence, but now dulled to only mirrors that reflected the bad in the world around her. A memory floats on the edges of his consciousness.
Don't think.
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
It was silent, disturbed only by Shippo's muffled sobbing. Sango and Miroku stood over her, not saying anything, just looking… numb.
They didn't know how long they stood there for… long enough for Kaede to come looking for them… then be shocked into silence along with them. Long enough for Shippo to have sobbed himself to sleep on Sango's shoulder. Long enough for the sun to start going down on them. And then he arrived... a terror out of all their worst nightmares, singing a steel song, with his blood sword… the other sheathed at his side. They were caught weaponless and in shock. He fought to wound only, not kill… and within seconds they were all down, unconscious on the ground, bleeding weakly from several small wounds…
Finally he stood over the prostrate body, and, sheathing the blood sword, let out a sigh. He picked up the body, leaving the untouchable death sword on the ground. He gathered himself, and then leaped into the moon-lit sky.
He floated down from the sky… gently touching down, hair spun silver in the moonlight, fluttering behind him. He laid her down on the ground, and stepped back to look at the work of art before him. The blood in her hair had dried, and become pink in the moonlight. He slowly pulled out the death sword, the sword that sang the soul-song, the broken heart song. The first song… the last song… the life song… the only song.
He narrows his eyes, looking for the soul eaters. (A/N: not quite sure what these are called, you know, the little imp things that crawl all over the dead persons body… tell me if you know what this is! thx!) Her body crawls with them. She has fallen too deep… too deep for the sword, but not quite deep enough that she could never return. There was only one way now. The blood offering. He didn't know what demon blood would do to her, but he was willing to try. Anything for her.
He shoves the soul- sword into the ground, opens his wrist with the blade, and pries open her mouth, letting blood flow into her it. The blood flows easily down the throat, and to the heart. Stepping back quickly, he grabs the sword, and slice at the soul- eaters. Again. And again. And again.