(A/N: This is my first Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho crossover. Please R&R, I'd like to know what you think.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. (Although that part won't be mentioned in a while.)

Italic - Flashbacks or memory


Chapter 1: Death

Red. Everything was red. The field to the variety of body parts that all lay there sickly, crusted from blood. There was a battle among the demons but that didn't mean that humans alike weren't involved in stopping this mad massacre. The battle had only taken hours but by the vast amount of blood and dead corpses, you would have thought that it had taken days maybe even weeks. The plant life that was growing in the area was either bathed in blood or uprooted because of the battle.

A finger twitched as nerves finally returns to her. Blue, grey eyes fluttered open as the events of the battle came all too harshly back to her. She was a beautiful 17 year old teenager who had seen life at its cruelest. Tears mixed with the small drops of rain streaked down her face washing away the crimson blood.

'Why? Why couldn't I have died along with them? They weren't supposed to die! They never did anything to deserve to die! They were supposed to live long lives and be happy... They weren't supposed to leave me! What kind of friends are they! They left me all alone...'

The roaring thunder over head reflected on the broken girl's inner turmoil. Large drops of rain pelted down on her face mixing with her tears. The blood that once caked her face washed away to reveal a milky white complexion. 'Alone...' She closed her eyes in attempt to get away from all her memories, from her failures, from reality.

'I deserve to be alone... if I hadn't walked into their lives, they would have been happy... none of this would have happened... They wouldn't have died... They wouldn't have died...'

The young woman cover from head to toe in the sea of red blood, slowly and wobbly stood up. The crimson mixture of blood and rain streamed down her side, slowly washing away the grime. Her knees were weak from the previous battle for life. Sobs raked her small, fragile body but she didn't stop as she kept her pace to her destination. The cuts and bruises that marred her once porcelain skin, were forgotten as she limped to area her friends had fallen.

Kirara, the brave fire cat, had fought bravely along side her master. Even to the very end when it was clear that she was tired and drained, she fought on to protect the very ones she loved. She had died bravely and horribly. Her once cream coloured fur was lost in the red blood. She had died protecting Sango from one of Kagura's wind attacks. Kirara had bravely taken the blow but it had left her dissipated and scattered everywhere. All that left for a reminder was the odd patch of fur and the neko's blood.

Sango had been so brave when she faced this demon army knowing that she may die in the end. She made it so far but hadn't had enough energy to survive the attack from Naraku. Her favoured weapon, Hiraikotsu was lodged into her stomach. Sango had thrown the weapon in attempt to kill Naraku when she heard the grueling roar from Kirara and then Kohaku had attacked her from behind. She had whipped around to confront him and hadn't seen Hiraikotsu rebound back to her with twice the speed. Sango spun around only to have Hiraikotsu cut Kohaku in half and then lodged itself in her midsection breaking her spine.

'Her eyes... her once beautiful, live, and emotional eyes...' Tears streamed down Kagome's face as she recalled her sister's death. 'Sango had coughed up so much blood. Screaming... oh how I remember the screams coming from Miroku when he saw the brave warrior being struck down by her own weapon.'

'Miroku...' He had been so worried about Sango that he didn't notice the demon cut his right arm off. He was in such shock that he didn't even flinch at the pain. 'Oh how I wish they never had to go through that.' When he had reached Sango's form, six of Naraku's tentacles ripped through the air and pierced Miroku's torn body. One tentacle pierced each shoulder, one each through his legs, one through his stomach and the final death blow was the last bloody tentacle that was wrapped around his beating heart and then finally crushing it. 'Blood... there was so much blood...'

"Inuyasha-onii-san..." He had died in attempt to save Kikyou, his mate. Kikyou had joined in the battle sometime in the middle. She had shot her arrows taking tens of demons at a time. But further in the battle... somewhere when they were down to Naraku only, Kikyou had run out of arrows. Her only means of protection had been her bow if she channelled her miko powers into it for short range or her hanyou mate, Inuyasha.

Just when Kagome and Inuyasha were ready to give the final blow, a shrill shriek filled the battle field as tentacles were hovering over the frightened miko. Time seemed to have slowed down as panic flashed through the amber coloured eyes.

Without another thought, Inuyasha dashed in front of the miko in attempt to block her from the attack. 'They had died together... in each other's arms.' Kagome closed her tears streaked eyes in attempt to block the horrid images. The multiple tentacles pierce both of their bodies and flung their corpses apart. Their remains scattered in the now quiet battlefield.

Kagome turned away from the gruesome sight to the sadistic bastard laughing at all his fallen enemies he had personally killed. Her heart tightened as she hoped this was just a horrible nightmare, that when she woke up her friends would be there safe and trying to comfort her. But as her heart felt as if it was ready to rip out, she knew this had to be real.

Her tearful stormy blue eyes filled with rage as she dashed forward with immense speed and raised her double katana filled with her purifying powers. It swept down in a perfect arc and had purified her victim from the chest down.

Naraku hadn't accounted for her to recover so quickly and was caught off guard, but was quickly replaced by a malicious smirk that was plastered on his face.

So our little miko wants to play now. Why don't we add another player to our fun game? Hmm?" Tentacles had sprouted in place of his legs and arms and stretched out into the surrounding forest.

"What are you playing at, Naraku? You've already killed everyone dear to me." The lone figure in a navy blue fighting kimono grabbed her bow from her back and notched two arrows with the speed of an expert and was ready to shoot at any given moment.

"Kukukuku... Aren't you forgetting someone? Someone that would forever haunt your memories..." When Naraku trailed off, she knew exactly who he was referring to...

Shippo.

Screams of terror filled the forest and were only getting louder when the tentacles were retracting. Kagome's clutch on her bow tightened when she saw the terrified form of her son in the hands of her enemy.

"Let my son go. He had nothing to do with this. Your fight is with me." The tips of both arrows glowed an eerie blue as she poured a large amount of her purification powers into it.

"Kukuku... quite the contrary, anything having to do with you has to do with this outcome."

"Okaa-san! Okaa-san help me!" loud screams were coming from the small kitsune.

"Naraku, I told you to unhand my kit!" Kagome let the arrows soar hoping one will hit the tentacle that held her kit while the other hit Naraku's heart.

"NO! You will not kill me! You'll regret this!" with the last of his strength he squeezed the little kit in his tentacles until he felt the fragile bones crush and the blood pool on his limb.

"HAHAHA. You've just signed you're kit's death. You have not won when I took away the very things you had lived to protect." There was a final flare in energy as he was purified into ashes. "AHHH!"

Kagome fell to her knees and watched the prone body of her kit limp in the arms of her enemy. His emerald eyes had held immense pain and had glistened over in death. 'He killed him. He killed my Shippo... He killed my innocent Shippo!' The small, demented body fell in a heap. Blood spew from his mouth at the sheer pressure and his heart had been crushed from the inside. That was when she had blackened out from the battle's toll over her body.

Kagome walked passed the demented form of her kit. Looking at him would give any sane person tears or make them feel sick. His rib cage was crushed, dislocated and sticking out of his skin in an odd position. Hell, all his bones that weren't crushed to little bits were sticking out in odd directions.

Pushing aside the demon parts and ashes, Kagome finally came to contact of the jewel that was calling out to her very soul. Upon the slightest brush of her fingertips, the jewel turned from a purple almost black coloured jewel to a clear white pink one. And with a little more energy she merged the two pieces she had together.

A fresh wave of tears streaked her face as she finally accomplished what their goal was all alone. Suddenly, an unexpected pulse of a great amount of energy was coming from the little jewel that she possessed causing her to gasp. The faint glow from the jewel pulsed in sync with the energy. The light expanded covering up the bewildered miko and as well as the energy becoming stronger causing Kagome to shield her eyes.