Kagome Reborn
Chapter One
"Naraku! You bastard! Where the hell are you?" Inuyasha scanned the area for signs of Naraku; seemingly Naraku was nowhere to be found.
"Kagome!" Inuyasha yelled out to her.
"Nani Inuyasha?" She replied
"Do you sense the jewel shards?" He yelled across the clearing, his voice raspy for he had been shouting a lot lately.
"Iie Inuyasha!" She responded
"Kusou!" He cursed under his breath "That fucking bast…" but before he could finish that last curse the stench of blood caught his nostrils. His heart skipped a beat as he smelled her blood, kagomes blood. He whirled around just in time to see a man in a white suit standing above kagome holding his stolen Tetsusgai above her. Then he saw what had happened, kagomes back had been sliced clean open and she was now lying on the ground.
"Kagome!" Inuyasha yelled as he ran as fast as he could but was too late. The gruesome figure above her drove the Tetsusgai down fast impaling her upper back along with her heart. Crimson liquid tears splattered upon the ground. Inuyasha was stunned. He stopped in mid-run and glared up at the girl's murderer. The murderer grinned as he pulled the Tetsusgai slowly out of the females' body. Inuyasha was yanked out of his daze and ran towards the figure prepared to fight even to die.
"You will live so you can experience even more pain and suffering." He ran, claws and fangs bared, towards the figure he could now distinguish as Naraku. Before he arrived to face Naraku, Naraku disappeared in a cloud of thick purple miasma.
He kneeled more like dropped down besides Kagome. "Kagome please be alive…" He pleaded knowing that it was an empty thought and it wouldn't come true. "Kagome you can't die on me I cant live without you." He gave the lifeless girl a small touch with the back of his hand on her cheek. "Kagome…please…Kagome live…" He stammered breathlessly. A tear threatened to descend down from his golden eye. K-Kagome…I NEED YOU! The tear carried out its threat thus falling to the lifeless ground. Inuyasha nuzzled Kagomes bloody hand hoping that this would wake her but sadly to no avail. Even after his blunt show of affection the young girl ceased to respond. He whimpered as he pulled her onto his lap. Her head falling into his, now bloody, hand. Her lifeless eyes met his and what he saw would haunt him for days to come. He saw, reflected in the girls' unseeing eyes, love and hate, life and death, pain and comfort, war and peace. He moved down to her and laid a kiss on her pale, cold lips. Closing his eyes as he pulled away, his ears drooped low and listless.
The once unfaltering boy shed tears as he picked her up in his arms determined to bestow his loved one life once more; even if the return of hers cost him his own. He headed off to a place of which he did not know the destination nor did he know the consequences for going there. He had no idea of where he was going let alone why. Still the stench of costly death followed him in his useless travel.
