Kagome screamed, falling down the well. She screamed as the green light enveloped her and Naraku, transporting her to who knows where. She screamed a third time as she hit the ground in a forest in god-only-knows-where, and continued to tear at Naraku. She wanted to kill him. She wanted him dead. She wanted him dead, right now. But for him to be dead, she had to kill him. Her mind had completely shut down, and wasn't processing anything but that.

Naraku was still shocked, but it had gotten through to him that the miko wanted him to die more than anything, and she wasn't going to get off of him until he was dead. He wrapped one of his tentacles around her waist and lifted her off the ground, intending to throw him off of her. Naraku still couldn't believe it. He was fighting for his life against a miko. Against a human. But then again, she was the most terrifying human he had ever come across, let alone try to kill. He was thinking about how unbelievable this was, when he felt a sharp pain in the tendril.

Kagome had had a revelation. She had arrows. And she was a miko. She could use this new idea to kill him. She shoved an arrow in the tentacle around her waist, reducing it to dust with her miko powers. He dropped her, and she fell a distance. She broke the fall with her hands. Then all of a sudden she was snapped into a new thought. She screamed and remembered InuYasha. She remembered falling into the well with Naraku. She knew she wanted to kill him. She threw herself at him again, but with more intensity. She now had remembered why she wanted to kill him, why she wanted him dead.

He flung her into a tree and she froze as he closed in on her. He closed the gap between them, and she could feel his fear, feel the heat from his body on her skin. She tried to tackle him again but he pinned her to the tree with his hands. Her eyes widened and she had a feeling that this was the end. She couldn't die without killing him first. She had to kill him because he killed InuYasha.

InuYasha. His picture burst into her mind and she kicked Naraku in the chest. He stumbled backwards and fell. She threw herself on top of him to stop him from getting up. She ripped a few tentacles from his back, and miasma filled the air again. Kagome struggled to keep him down, and reached back for an arrow. She had him. She knew she did.

A look of fear came across her face. She had no more arrows. She looked around for a sharp stick, a rock, anything to stuff into the demon's chest that she could fill with miko energy. She heard something fall behind her and she turned, expecting to see a branch she could use. She saw something better. A quiver filled with arrows. She would have to let him up to get to them.

She punched him in the chest to keep him from throwing her off and he grunted in pain. It gave her enough time to make it to the arrows and pick up the quiver. She fumbled with it, spilling them all. She bend down and scooped one up, running at him again. His eyes widened in fear as he saw her come at him again. He took a step back but was thrown to the ground again as she landed on him. She held the arrow like a dagger and loaded it with the most miko energy she had ever put into an arrow. She pinned his arms to the ground with her legs and thrust it up into the soft flesh of his throat. He writhed and started to burn. Miasma poured from his body. He coughed up blood and more miasma. He started to melt away into a puddle of purple-green sludge. The miasma in the air was so thick, she coughed violently. His screams finally melted away like the rest of him.

She fell to her knees, fatigue finally overcoming her. She couldn't stop coughing from the miasma, and blackness started to play at the edges of her vision. Tears filled her eyes, as her only thoughts were of InuYasha. How could she have let him die? She didn't believe it. She didn't. She saw something shiny in Naraku's remains. She crawled over to it and pulled it out, burning her hand a bit. She smiled when she saw it. It was the jewel. Her vision swam and she collapsed, but felt a pair of strong arms under her, preventing her from hitting the ground as she passed out.

-==-

A group of people trekked through a forest, on their way to the mountainous trail that would lead them to the Mines of Moria. The group consisted of nine companions. It was odd, seeing them hike through the trees. For only four of them were of normal height, but all of them were full grown men.

The leader of the group was tall. Clothed in all gray, he carried a staff. His beard and hair were long and gray, matching his soft gray eyes. He wore a hat - a very tall, pointed one. He was a wizard, known throughout the land as Gandalf the Grey.

The next two were simply men. They both had brown hair, however one's was darker, and eyes the same deep brown. They were very similar, the both of them. Aragorn and Boromir. Both human.

Then there was the elf, Legolas. His ears, as the common stereotype of elves dictates, were pointed. He had long platinum blonde hair, tied up in a half ponytail. His eyes were brown as well. This elf was also a prince. He was a master archer, skilled more with a bow than swords, though he could rival almost anyone with swords and come out ahead.

A dwarf called Gimli accompanied them, walking next to the elf, battle axe drawn. He had a mess of a beard, braided and tangled, but was almost bald on the top of his head. His eyes were like the majority's - brown. He wore more armor than any of them, and was the only one with a helmet.

After the dwarf came the hobbits. The first two, Merry and Pippin, were almost identical, both with long, curly dirty blonde hair and eyes like chocolate. They were mischievous troublemakers where they came from. They loved to pull pranks, and go on wild adventures.

The other two hobbits did not look alike. One, Frodo, had curly hair, dark brown, and bright blue eyes. His skin was paler than the rest, and his cheeks were red. He carried a ring around his neck, for safekeeping. The other looked somewhat like the twins, except he was a bit shorter and his hair wasn't as long. He was had more muscle than any of the other hobbits, all from his years as a gardener. He was called Sam, short for Samwise.

So the group hiked even deeper into the forest, mostly walking in silence. They didn't walk long before Frodo turned to Aragorn.

"Thank you." He said. "I'm glad to have you along." The hobbit smiled, and Aragorn smiled back.

"I'm -" There was a scream some ways ahead. Aragorn glanced at Gandalf, who was watching Legolas. The elf had rushed ahead, bow drawn. The other followed him, but at a distance. Aragorn drew his sword and fell into step beside his friend. They stood behind a tree.

Legolas held up three fingers. Aragorn nodded. Three. Two. One. The sprung out of hiding and had their weapons pointed to the center of the tiny clearing. They instantly lowered them when they saw what was there. A girl with raven hair tearing at…something.

Neither of the men knew what it was. They glanced at each other, and back to the clearing. The thing had thrown the girl into a tree and was closing the gap between them. Legolas aimed, but the girl had already knocked him to the ground again. She had kicked him in the chest. They were on the ground again, and she struggled to keep him from getting up. She had his arms together under her foot.

Her back was to them, and when she reached behind her the elf saw she had no arrows left in her quiver. He saw her pause for a moment, before franticly struggling with the beast. He immediately unbuckled his quiver and tossed it at her. She didn't know the two were there, and when she heard the quiver hit the ground, she turned and her eyes widened in surprise.

She punched the monster in the chest and that gave her a moment to run to the arrows. She fumbled with the quiver, and spilled the arrows onto the ground. She grabbed one and tackled him again, throwing them both to the ground. She pinned him again, and stabbed him in the throat. Aragorn was in shock. What he was seeing didn't register completely.

A bright pink flash erupted from the arrow, and the beast began to cough violently and release a gas into the air. The girl coughed, and fell to her knees, watching the thing melt. She crawled over to its remains, and pulled something small from the puddle of goo. She held it in her fist and started to fall over. Aragorn rushed over to her and caught her, Legolas aiming at the remains of the thing. They looked at each other.

"What was that thing?" Pippin asked. The rest of their companions were staring toward the clearing through the trees. Aragorn opened his mouth and closed it again, not able to find the right words.

"I…I don't know." Legolas was at a loss. He'd never seen anything like it before. He retrieved his quiver and fallen arrows, and slung it over his shoulder. The rest of the group stumbled into the clearing.

"Whatever it was, she killed it." Aragorn said. Boromir knelt beside him, and looked down at the girl in Aragorn's arms. He shrugged.

"Never seen her before." He said before standing up and inspecting the goop with the hobbits. Gandalf took Boromir's place.

"Neither have I. But she's hurt. We'd better help her. Maybe she'll tell us when she wakes up," the wizard concluded. Aragorn nodded, and looked back at Legolas who had sat beside him and had already started to wrap up her arm.

-==-

InuYasha had sat down, and was staring at the well, hoping that if he glared at it long enough she might climb out. He had sat there long after the sun had set. So had the rest of them.

Shippo had come. When he heard about Kagome, he had curled up in Sango's lap and bawled his eyes out. He had fallen asleep from exhaustion, as had Sango. She was leaning up against Miroku, who also stared at the well.

The monk was fiddling with his prayer beads absentmindedly. He was shocked that Kagome was gone, and was deep in thought. Had she survived? Had she been able to escape Naraku? And where had she gone? He wanted to know, but more for Sango and InuYasha than for himself.

While he was playing with his beads, he slipped them off. He held them in his left hand for a moment before looking down. His eyes widened, and a smile burst across his face. He dangled the beads in front of Sango's face. She woke up to the rattles, and pulled them from the houshi's hand. She knew what they were, and threw her arms around Miroku, waking Shippo. The monk blushed and showed Sango his hand. Shippo snuggled against them both.

Sango grinned and threw them at the hanyou. They landed in his lap. For a moment, he ignored them. When he finally picked them up, he ran them through his hand once or twice before it registered that they were Miroku's prayer beads. He spun around in shock, thinking they had been attacked.

The monk had a smile on his face and held up his hand and wiggled his fingers at the hanyou. InuYasha's face lit up, and he howled joyously.

"InuYasha! She's killed him! She did it! She did it, InuYasha!" Sango cheered.

That one phrase echoed through the InuYasha forest as the forest's namesake shouted it to the sky.