Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha; this is only a fanfic.
Authors Note: Hi everyone! My apologies for the long delay in posting; as always, real life gets in the way. Work, home, studies and a Medical Conference took precedence. When I was finally able to work on this, I was so frustrated and distracted that I… took a pair of scissors to my grammar book. :attempts to look contrite: Needless to say, I had to wing it.
There are many unanswered questions in this chapter, but don't fret; it's intentional. I plan to reveal all in later chapters. Hope you enjoy and please review!
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SPOILER WARNING!
Chapter 14: Battle II - The Conclusion
"I can't"
My words surprised you; didn't they, my love? I wanted to be strong… I wanted to believe my life with you would continue; deep down, I must have known it was not meant to be.
Looking up at you, I felt the branch give way in my hand. Even then, I held tight, trying to delay our pain. I wanted to look into your eyes once more. I wanted to see the love of which I was so undeserving.
"Don't you dare give up!"
Your voice was harsh and for a moment, I was startled. You hardly ever used that tone with me, although many occasions called for it. Then, I looked at you and read your fear… this time; it was for me.
"I love you… Miroku!"
I am so sorry, my husband. I was a fool not to tell you the words you longed to hear. There were many times I wanted to, but... I don't know why I waited. On our wedding night, while lying in your arms, even then I could not voice my feelings. Although the words never passed my lips, I tried to express my love for you in other ways.
The branch I held could no longer support me and it suddenly broke in my hand. As I plunged into the abyss, my reasons for loving you became clear.
You had your own burdens to bear, yet you unselfishly took on my suffering. You gave all of yourself and you loved me completely. I was the one who held back; numerous times, I trusted you with my life, but not my heart. In truth, I was afraid of what you made me feel… I was afraid of those new and confusing emotions.
Although you administered to them, you never noticed my scars; did you? At least, not the ones on the surface; instead, you focused on and healed my inner wounds. My armor could not hide my femininity from your wandering gaze; you saw beyond the fierce warrior and revealed the passionate woman inside. Neither my anger, depression nor my aloofness ever deterred you; your charmed advances penetrated my defenses. In my most lugubrious times, you offered me comfort that was never born of pity.
How could I have been so blind? How could I have mistaken your love for anything other than what it was? Now… it was too late.
Hurtling down, I felt a blow to my ribcage as I bounced off the walls of the inner earth. By now, the pain in my heart had anesthetized my entire body. My side and my arm were only a dull ache compared to the agony of losing you.
I closed my eyes and relaxed, continuing my downward descent. In death… I would sleep. In sleep… I would forget.
Suddenly, I felt my head explode. My vision blurred and a kaleidoscope of colors burst behind my lids. "Forget…" echoed persistently in my mind; it was my last thought, as the darkness engulfed me.
Inuyasha races down the hill, heading towards the chaos. Reaching the bottom, he turns in the direction where he last heard that wretched sound. The hanyou can see the grounds are split, as he hops over the open crevices on the field. He follows the jagged line until Miroku's limp form comes into view.
The monk is hunched over on his knees; his hair falling forward, shielding his eyes. If seeing Miroku in this defeated state is not bad enough, Inuyasha watches as Naraku's clawed talon bears down on the unprotected monk.
"Miroku!" the hanyou calls out. There is no response from the still figure. Inuyasha picks up speed, attempting to reach him before Naraku's fatal blow.
"Damn it, bozou, get up!"
Although he lifts the Tetsaiga, Inuyasha is unsure how to proceed. Any discharge from the sword can pitch the monk into the earth's opening. Doubting his decision, he is relieved to hear the rattle of Kohaku's weapon.
The young taijiya lashes out and delivers a blow with such force; it nearly knocks the monster off balance. Kohaku lands directly behind Miroku's unmoving form. With his feet planted firmly apart, he reels in his chain scythe.
This, however, only angers the beast more. The claw that is knocked away rebounds back at them full strength. Standing over Miroku, Kohaku grips his weapon firmly and holds his ground as the arm rushes towards them.
"Take care of the monk for me."
With his sister's words ringing in his ears, the taijiya raises his weapon to deflect the incoming blow. Just before contact, Inuyasha swoops down and snatches Miroku and Kohaku out of harms way.
Landing next to Kikyou, the hanyou deposits his charges safely on the ground. Inuyasha crouches in front of the monk, searching his listless eyes.
"Miroku…" the hanyou gives him a shake. "Talk to me, damn it! Where's Sango?"
The mention of his loves name seems to snap Miroku out of it. Slowly, he lifts his head and looks with deadpan eyes to his friend.
"She's gone, Inuyasha."
Those few words have the hanyou's head reeling. Inwardly, he feels he already knew, but that does not cushion the impact of truth. Inuyasha stands and looks down on the monk's bent head. He knows what Miroku is going through. The hanyou knows that feeling of loss and helplessness.
Once Inuyasha learned of Kikyou's death, it did not matter that fifty years had gone by or that they were at odds the last time he saw her alive; it had hurt just the same. Looking over at her now, he remembered their time together. Kikyou, however, was unaware to his scrutiny. The priestess was focused on Naraku. It was not until she reached for an arrow that the hanyou was released from his musings.
Taking aim, Kikyou lets her arrow fly and strikes Naraku dead center. The energy knocks him back a few paces, but he uses his tail to maintain his balance. Righting himself, he turns furiously on the group standing below. Naraku rears back and sends another blast of fire their way.
"Ba-ku-ryhuu-ha!"
Inuyasha unleashes the 'Backlash Wave' sending the flames back to its host. "Kikyou, Kohaku…" he shouts. "Get Miroku outta here now!"
The priestess and the taijiya, together, manage to pull the monk a distance from the fighting. Kohaku turns back, planning to assist, when Miroku speaks.
"Thank you, Kikyou-sama and Kohaku," the monk murmurs.
The boy does not respond right away. He stares down at Miroku with hostile eyes. His hands bunched into fists at his side, one wrapped around his weapon.
"I didn't do it for you," Kohaku turns away. "She wanted me to… she asked me…" the boy cannot continue. Mentally pulling himself together, he delivers the final blow to the already wounded monk. "Liar!" he shouts, before fleeing to the battle scene.
While the boy's outburst stuns Kikyou, Miroku, however, knows to what Kohaku refers.
"You're her husband… you're supposed to protect her!"
"I am and I will!"
His earlier declarations, spoken with such conviction, were now just empty words. Miroku, once again, hung his head in shame and sorrow.
"I'm sorry," Kikyou's soft voice breaks through. "I'm sorry for your loss." The priestess then turns and abruptly follows Kohaku.
"Miroku!"
The monk lifts sad eyes to the sound of Kagome's voice. The miko jumps from Kouga's arms and runs to her friend's side.
You're gonna regret what you just did!" Inuyasha snarls.
"Really?" Naraku smirks. "No more of your pitiful attempts, Inuyasha. I will be the victor here; I will crush each and every one of you."
Extending its arm, the monster flicks its wrist and the claws eject. The hanyou readies the Tetsaiga as the sharp nails hurtle towards him. Inuyasha manages to knock away three, before the fourth catches him in the shoulder. Falling back, he moves his head just as the last claw misses his face by inches.
"Bastard," the hanyou snaps. Rising to his feet, he dislodges the claw from his shoulder. Naraku flexes the clawless hand and immediately, new ones grow in its place. "You're jus' fulla surprises; ain't ya'!" Inuyasha yells.
"True," Naraku agrees. "Each time we meet, Inuyasha, I get the opportunity to test my new powers on you and each time I grow stronger. Although I enjoy besting you, I'm getting considerably tired of seeing your face!"
"I agree," the hanyou smirks. "Don't worry, Naraku, after today ya' won't need to see it again! As far as I'm concerned, you're already one foot in the grave and I ain't bringin' flowers!" In saying that, Inuyasha raises the Tetsaiga and charges.
A hand clamps firmly down on the young taijiya's shoulder, halting him in his tracks. Turning him gently to face her, Kikyou reprimands him.
"You were unusually cruel just now, Kohaku."
The boy turns stormy eyes on the priestess. Kikyou, however, is unfazed by his intense stare. She continues to watch him as she awaits an answer.
"He lied!" the boy states. "He said he would protect her!"
"He did," Kikyou says simply.
"How can you say that?" the taijiya appeals to her. "He didn't save her… Ane-ue is gone… she's lost to me!"
"The monk tried, Kohaku," the priestess says. "Sometimes, that is the most one can expect in battle."
"That's not good enough!" the boy shouts in frustration. "You don't understand!"
"Silence!"
Kikyou's voice lashes out like a whip. Kohaku's head jerks up in shock. He has never heard the priestess display anger before. As she steps in front of him, he can see the fierceness in her eyes.
"You selfish child!" Kikyou speaks in a low hiss. "Do you think you are the only person to experience such pain?"
Kohaku lowers his head, only to have it snatched back up by the priestess, her gaze locking with his.
"Before my death," Kikyou continues, "I administered to men, women and children, plagued by war, disease and poverty. While caring for them, I listened to their life stories, tales of their dreams and desires. I have also heard the last confessions of those seeking redemption for sins past. That is something you should understand, Kohaku."
"Men go off to war; once they leave home, some neither return… nor see their families again. I once spoke with a young soldier who died without seeing his firstborn child. So you see, Kohaku, you are not the only one who suffers."
"That monk," Kikyou points in Miroku's direction, "is the only family you have left. How dare you mock him and turn your back on his pain? He loved your sister!" the priestess says emphatically. "Even in this clay body, some part of me relates to his misery."
What she said was true. Kohaku knew what Miroku's cry meant, but he hardened himself against feeling compassion for him. As if reading his thoughts, Kikyou continued.
"Don't let the anger eat away at you, Kohaku," her voice has resumed its usual stoicism. "Your jewel shard can become corrupt with darkness, if you are not careful. Once again, you could become Naraku's puppet."
The taijiya stands silent, his form trembles as he suppresses the bitterness. This is not what Ane-ue wanted… this is not what she expects of him. He looks over to the monk, now surrounded by his friends offering comfort. Standing there, he remembers the conversation with his sister the day before.
"It's the monk; isn't it? Are you happy, Ane-ue?"
"Yes! He makes me happy. If only you knew how much trouble I've been to him, such a burden and yet… he loves me anyway. I could tell you so much about my husband, but… I think you'll like him."
The boy's sad eyes look away from the scene before him. Considering his sister's feelings for this man, he needs to be with the monk, sharing their grief.
"There will be time to make amends later," the priestess interrupts Kohaku's thoughts. "Right now, I think Inuyasha needs our help."
Kagome sits quietly beside Miroku. She cannot believe what has happened… she does not want to believe. The miko looks with gloomy eyes to the monk's forlorn visage.
"Are you sure, Miroku?" Kagome asks. "Maybe, there's a chance… I mean, she could have…," she sounds hopeful.
Before the miko can form the words, Miroku places his hand gently over hers. "Please, Kagome…" he says gravely and shakes his head. "I saw her… she…" swallowing hard, he leaves the rest unsaid.
Sidling next to him, Kagome puts her arms around the grief stricken monk. She feels his body trembling, probably reliving the horrible moment. Sitting there holding him, the miko thinks of the unfairness. After all their suffering, it seems it will continue for her friends. Sango and Miroku will never have a future together… one will never be able to tell the other their true feelings.
Kagome pulls back and looks into the monk's eyes. She lifts her hand and ruffles his hair, similar to what she does with Shippo, and says softly. "You know I'm here for you, but we must end this now. Shippo…" the miko turns to the kitsune. "Watch over Miroku." Standing she addresses the wolf. "Come on, Kouga!"
As Kagome goes to retrieve her arrows, the unusually quiet wolf demon moves and stands over the monk. "Is that it?" Kouga finally asks. Miroku looks up at the wolf demon with a puzzled expression and responds, "What do you mean?"
"You jus' gonna sit there and feel sorry for yourself or are ya' gonna get revenge for your woman?"
Miroku's eyes widen at Kouga's implication. The wolf demon towers over him with a smirk on his face; they continue to stare at each other, until Kagome's call breaks their connection. "Let's go, Kouga!"
"You'll have a lifetime to hurt, monk; but right now, revenge is your only option!" In saying that, Kouga lifts Kagome and takes off in a gust of wind.
Miroku slowly rises to his feet. His eyes follow the jagged opening in the earth and stares into the open crevice that has swallowed his love. While looking down, he notices the constant flapping at the hem of his robes. There is no wind and Kouga is headed to the battlefield; so… where is the flow of air coming from?
Lifting his cursed hand, the monk looks on, as the winds off the 'Kazaana' tug at the edges of its cover. 'Revenge'… is what Kouga says. For now, that is all he has. The voice of acceptance has his anger rising and with it… the intensity of the 'Kazaana'. Looking over at Naraku, the monk's expression is malevolent as he heads in that direction.
"Miroku?" the kitsune asks, grabbing onto him. "What are you going to do?"
"It's all right, Shippo," the monk says without turning around. "Just stay here."
Kouga is right… there is nothing left but to avenge Sango's death. With that thought in mind, Miroku allows the rage to consume him. Fingering the keso at his palm, he whispers… "This is for you, Sango!"
Naraku fends off Inuyasha's attacks with ease. His tail is still useful without its second sight. The fire blast, regenerating claws and the scaled barrier are enough to keep the hanyou busy. Curling the tip of the tail around the front of his body, Naraku waits for Inuyasha to charge.
The hanyou instigates a frontal attack, aiming the Tetsaiga at the monster's chest. A slight movement of Naraku's left shoulder indicates an attack from that side. However, a sudden shift and Inuyasha is blindsided by the right arm and knocked to the ground. The monster's tail follows through and swipes the Tetsaiga from his hands.
Rolling on his side, Inuyasha watches his weapon reduce in power as it twirls overhead. He turns to face Naraku barehanded and sees Kohaku's extended form meet the Tetsaiga midway in air. The boy reaches out and grabs the hilt of the sword, tucks his body into a ball and spirals to the ground. Descending, he extends his body again and lands on his feet.
Naraku lashes out with his tail, trying to strike Kohaku. The taijiya jumps up, but not high enough to clear the tail. Improvising, he uses the tail as a lever to push off and flips over it. While in air, he calls out and tosses Inuyasha the sword.
With the Tetsaiga back in hand and fully transformed, the hanyou turns to face Naraku as Kohaku lands deftly behind him. Kikyou stands off to the side as Kagome and Kouga approach.
Naraku looks down on the group with a sneer. Their attempts are futile, but he reluctantly admits they are giving him more trouble than anticipated. As if reading Naraku's thoughts, Inuyasha steps forward.
"Keh!" he begins with a smirk. "Not as easy as ya' thought, eh, Naraku! Got more than ya' bargained for; didn't ya'? "
The hanyou's words only add fuel to the fire. Naraku's eyes flash pure hate as he looks over each individual. Then he focuses on Kikyou's impassive face; did he detect a smirk from her as well? God… how he hates that woman. He looks forward to seeing her fear; he will slowly torture her before casting her permanently in the realm of the afterlife. Planning to save her for last, he must now eliminate the rest of these pests before having that pleasure.
Rearing back, Naraku is about to release another round of flames, but stops when he notices the monk's slow approach from the rear of the group. The others keep their eyes on Naraku and are not yet aware of Miroku's presence, until he walks past.
"Miroku?" Kagome and Inuyasha ask in accord.
The monk acknowledges them with nod, but continues forward. They all stand aside as he moves to the front. Embedding the shakujou in the ground, Miroku looks over Naraku's form. The 'Kazaana' reacts to the progressing wrath radiating from the monk's eyes.
The winds swirl around Miroku, his robes flap against his legs and his hair whips in the current. The monk appears unconcerned as he tilts his head back and inhales deeply. For the first time since obtaining it, he revels in the 'Kazaana's' power.
Having witnessed its destruction in the past, the others instinctively step away. "I don't like this," Kagome whispers to Inuyasha. "It's not like before; something's different!" Inuyasha says nothing, but continues to watch his friend.
"Ah… if it's not the sacrificial monk," Naraku taunts. "Are you ready to give up… are you ready to die?"
"I am," Miroku is blunt and it elicits a gasps from everyone.
"Miroku, what are you sayin'?" Inuyasha steps forward. He knows his friend's loss is great, but…
"Stay back!" the monk shouts. He looks back at the others and instructs, "Take cover!"
Reaching for the juzu beads confining the fierce winds, Miroku faces his enemy.
"Since I first learned of this wretched curse you put upon my family, I have been a walking corpse. Death is what I have come to expect, so your threat means nothing. And… yes, I am ready to die, however," Miroku continues his menacing glare. "I'll be damned if I won't take you with me!"
Inuyasha snatches up Kagome and Shippo just as the monk rips the beads from his hand. "Kouga… help them!" the miko shouts and points to Kikyou and Kohaku. Both are struggling against the initial force of the winds.
"Ka-zaa-na!"
Sesshomaru stops just out of range of the torrent surge of air. He watches the wolf youkai grab onto Kikyou and the boy and carries them to safety. Both are set amongst the rocks near the cave's opening.
The monk's weapon delays the taiyoukai's progress. Even Sesshomaru is not bold or foolish enough to step into the path of the 'Kazaana'. He will wait for either the winds to die… or the monk.
The taiyoukai looks down as Naraku faces off against the human and wonders, which one will exhaust first.
As soon as Miroku unleashes the 'Kazaana', Naraku sends a fire blast his way. The heat only serves to spread the winds, but the monk is unyielding.
"I'll grant your gut is larger than before," Miroku says with maliciously, "but you will have to inhale at some point!"
Naraku begins to weaken and realizes the monk is right. He feels his feet shifting, being drawn forward into the erratic winds. Reaching out with his mind, Naraku calls to the Saimyoshou. They appear instantly and sacrifice themselves to the 'Kazaana' to inject their poison.
Miroku can feel the venom as it spreads up his arm. The prickly sensation starts from his wrist, travels up to the crook of his elbow and radiates up the shoulder. The pain is unbearable, but Miroku does not care. The only thing that matters is to rid the world of Naraku's presence.
The poison takes hold, the monk's heart rate increases and he is assailed by waves of nausea. He is ill, but he has felt worse. For a second, Miroku falters, swaying on his feet. His head throbs, his arm is weighted and he feels himself waning.
"No!" he shakes his head forcibly. He cannot let Naraku win… he will not. Bracing his feet apart, Miroku stands firm. Lifting his arm higher, he directs a fierce scowl at his foe.
"Now… die!" he growls. "Die from the hand that wields 'your' curse!" The monk senses the skin stretching taut across his palm. The void widening as the already menacing winds become turbulent.
Eyes bulging, Naraku tries to maintain his fire breath, but the 'Kazaana' quickly consumes it. Without the scorching flames to combat the fiery winds, the beast drops to the ground. On all fours, he digs his talons into the earth trying to pull away from the gales path. Feeling his feet sliding back into the strong current, Naraku makes a desperate attempt to stay rooted. He lifts his tail and slams it repeatedly on the ground, kicking up rocks, soil, and anything, other than him, to pull into the void to buy time.
The others can only watch and hold tight. Kagome, however, notices the discoloration in Miroku's arm. Watching him closely, the miko realizes he is scarcely lucid, even though he is still on his feet.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome cries. "Miroku's heavily poisoned; he's barely holding on! We've got to stop him!" Kagome moves forward, but Inuyasha draws her back.
"Stay here!" he shouts. After making sure Kagome is secure, the hanyou maneuvers close to the monk, just outside of the winds perimeter.
"Miroku!"
The monk ignores Inuyasha's call. He has to stay focused on Naraku. Miroku's body starts to shake uncontrollably; he heaves, lurching forward as he vomits blood, but he will not close the 'Kazaana'.
"What the hell are you doing, bozou!" the hanyou calls again. "Shut it down!"
Again, he is ignored. Inuyasha's concern turns to anger; he is not going to lose another friend… not to that fiend, Naraku. Drawing the Tetsaiga, he remembers the last time Miroku tried to sacrifice himself and reiterates…
"Either you shut it down or I'm gonna hack your damned arm off!"
Kouga keeps Kikyou and Kohaku pinned against the rocks as they watch the battle for dominancy.
"That fool is gonna kill himself," the wolf demon says looking on.
"What do you mean?" Kohaku asks anxiously.
Kouga gives a brief description of Miroku's curse and its affects on his life. Hearing this, Kohaku feels more ashamed of his actions earlier.
"We've got to help him," the boy cries. Without hesitation, he turns to Kikyou.
"Whatcha gonna do, kid?" the wolf sniffs. "There's no way your gettin' close to him."
The taijiya continues to watch, helplessly, as the monk destroys himself. What can he do… what? Once again, his eyes seek Kikyou's, appealing to her.
The priestess gaze, however, is locked on the monk's deteriorating figure. She turns smoothly to Kouga, her expression void of emotion. "There may be a way to save him," she says stoically, "but I'll need your help."
His sight blurs and he can taste the blood in his mouth, but Miroku feels a deep satisfaction as Naraku's body draws closer. He sees Inuyasha from his peripheral vision yelling to him, but avoids looking his way. There is no turning back now; Miroku knows his fate. He only needs to hold on a little longer.
"I warned ya'!" Inuyasha rears back, positioning the Tetsaiga to strike. "I'm not about to let you die!"
The hanyou rushes towards Miroku and the churning winds. As soon as the force pulls him forward, Inuyasha is yanked back by the collar of his haori. He lands hard on his back, flips over and flops on his belly.
Lifting his face from the dirt, the hanyou turns hostile eyes on Kouga, who is standing over him. "You'd better have a good explanation for this, you mangy bastard!" Inuyasha says through clenched teeth.
"Yeah… I do, but damn that felt good," the wolf says, rotating his shoulder. "Sorry pup, I ain't got time to play with ya'. I gotta get to Kagome, so we can try and save your friend."
"What…" Inuyasha starts, but Kouga is already gone.
Crouching amongst the rocks, Kohaku turns with concern to the priestess and asks, "Will it work, Kikyou-sama?"
"I don't know," she says bluntly, watching the wolf take down Inuyasha. The boy says nothing, but continues to stare until Kikyou sighs and turns to him. "I make no promises, Kohaku, but it doesn't hurt to try."
The boy nods in agreement and looks back to Miroku's weakening form. His brow is marred with worry as Kikyou touches his shoulder. "Whatever comes of this," she begins. "You will get your chance to apologize."
The both turn back to wait for Kagome's signal.
"Are you sure, Kouga?" Kagome sounds anxious.
"No…" the wolf demon says gruffly. "I'm only tellin' ya' what she told me."
Kagome turns to Inuyasha. Although she already knows his answer, she asks anyway. "What do you think, Inuyasha?"
"I think we're wastin' time," he snaps. "It's either this or doin' it my way! Which, I might add, you were opposed to a moment ago!"
"That's right," Kagome snaps back. "You don't have to be so extreme, Inuyasha!"
The sight of Miroku falling to his knees, expedites Kagome's decision. Stringing her bow, she charges an arrow with her energy and aims it at the monk. 'Kikyou had better be right' is her thought as she lets the arrow fly. Kagome has mixed feelings as she hits the mark and hears Miroku howl in pain. The arrow is now embedded in the back of his cursed hand.
Kikyou watches the flare of spiritual energy as Kagome aims. She knows the young woman has struggled with her decision. The monk, after all, is a friend while Kikyou is only considered a rival.
The priestess also strings her bow and realizes this is her last arrow. It cannot be helped, looking at Kohaku's worried face it becomes irrelevant. Using her energy, she fires her arrow simultaneously with Kagome's. There is no need to aim, as the 'Kazaana' will automatically draw the arrow into its void.
The monk's yell is indicates both arrows have reached their destination. Kikyou feels Kohaku's hand on her shoulder as the winds of the 'Kazaana' slowly subside.
The pain is so intense, he feels as if his arm is being severed and Miroku cries out. An arrow protrudes for the back of his hand and he feels the power of the other as it enters the void. Both arrowheads appear to meet as they press inwardly. The arrow in the back of his hand burrows deeper, but does not appear from the other side. The arrow inside the void illuminates the darkness with purifying light as both arrows disappear into his flesh.
The winds decrease and Miroku falls forward to the ground. He is exhausted, but wills his body to move. Lifting his upper torso, he looks up to see Naraku rising to his feet. Miroku also tries to rise, but he is weak and can barley move his limbs. He slides back on his stomach as Naraku approaches. Without taking his eyes from his foe, his hands slide along the ground, searching frantically for his shakujou.
Miroku clearly reads Naraku's intent as he advances on him, but is baffled when the beast hesitates and takes a step back. Feeling a presence looming over him, Miroku turns his head and sees Kirara crouching over him. Baring her fang, the youkai cat stands protectively over the monk, as she warily eyes the enemy.
Back in control, Naraku whips the humongous tail around aiming for the two. Kirara hunches low, grabs Miroku by his robes and retreats with him a safe distance. Inuyasha and Kouga instantly appear next to them; Kagome rushes forward, kneels next to Miroku and helps him sit up.
"Miroku!" the miko cries and points to his hand lying on the ground. The flap of the keso is open and the void in his palm is clearly visible. The hole seems endless, but there is no wind.
"How… how is that possible?" Miroku stutters, staring at his hand. "The curse… is it gone?"
Naraku also gawks wide-eyed at the exposed 'Kazaana', his thoughts nearly mimicking the monk's query. Kikyou's monotone draws everyone's attention as she steps forward, Kohaku in tow.
"The "Kazaana" or the curse, as you call it, has been purified." Everyone looks shocked as the priestess continues. "It still exists, however, the arrows effects are only temporary. Your powers will lie dormant for awhile, monk, but will resume shortly."
Before anyone can respond, Naraku turns on Kikyou. His piercing gaze is nothing short of murderous as he looks down on her. "How were you able to…?"
"It was not my doing," Kikyou injects, interrupting his question. "My power was secondary to Kagome's love for her friend. Without that… it would not have been successful."
"No!" Naraku sneers. "It was you… it's always you!" His eyes glaze over and lose focus as he speaks. "Always interfering in my plans, meddling in my affairs, trying to thwart my schemes…"
Kikyou actually smiles as Naraku releases his soliloquy of hate. Her next words set off the next chain of events.
"Your flattery, Naraku, is unwarranted," she says cynically. "After all, it was the demon slayer, not I, who revealed the weakness in your armor. You wear it like a second skin; therefore, the vulnerable areas are the same as your body. The soles of the feet, under your arms… even the palms of your hands. In addition, it was Kohaku, who by chance, discovered the barrier only repelled demons… not humans. So you see…" Kikyou continues. "I am not the only one able to match wits with you. It's a pity you chose to generate more power than brains into your new body."
Naraku becomes so enraged he begins to tremble. His ire directed solely at the priestess. In a matter of seconds, she has revealed all. She is dead… his decision to kill her last; abandoned. In a flash, his arm whips out aiming for her. His movements, in his anger are so quick; the others have no time to react.
"Kikyou!" Inuyasha shouts as Naraku's huge body blocks his view of what is happening. Both, hanyou and wolf move forward, but hearing the beasts squeal in pain stops them in their tracks. The monsters body lifts off the ground and falls back. Landing on its back, it thrashes wildly about with its hands covering its face.
Sesshomaru calmly retracts the 'Light Whip' into his claws as he stands in front of Kikyou. The priestess stares incredulously at the taiyoukai's back. He does not speak and if there is a reason he intervened, she knows he will not elaborate.
"Thank you," Kikyou says simply. Sesshomaru barely glances her way, before taking off after Naraku. Watching him ascend into the air, she can only speculate on his reasons for helping her.
Turning to Kohaku, Kikyou tells him, "Only a human can touch Naraku until that barrier is broken. Keep him busy, Kohaku, but stay safe. When I raise this sword," she indicates Midoriko's swords strapped to her back, "keep Inuyasha, the wolf and cat youkai away from its power."
Kohaku nods in agreement and quickly hugs the priestess before rushing off. Kikyou gives a small, sad smile before turning away, looking for higher ground.
The others watch as Naraku staggers to his feet. Facing them, they notice Sesshomaru's blow has cost the beast one of his main eyes.
"Hah!" Kouga sniffs. "The priestess did say unprotected areas; right?"
"Sure did!" Inuyasha responds with a grin. "Now… let's get rid of that armor!"
"I'm already on it, mutt face!" Kouga smirks. The wolf removes the Goraishi from his waist and slides it over his hand. Ejecting into the air, Kouga implements the whirlwind and then dives, headfirst, to the ground. The blades of the Goraishi create a tunnel in the earth and the wolf burrows underground.
Inuyasha, Kagome and Shippo watch as Kouga disappears in the earth. Hearing footsteps, they turn to see Kohaku approaching. The taijiya informs them he will attack overhead, as the wolf goes underground. Mounting Kirara, he hears Miroku speak out.
"I'm going with you," the monk states, rising to his feet. His legs are wobbly, but he uses the shakujou for support. He walks over to the boy, who has yet to respond or look his way. "Please, Kohaku, I have to come… I need to."
"Ane-ue would like that… us working together," Kohaku answers quietly. Finally looking to the monk, he nods in agreement and a soft mewl escapes Kirara.
Miroku climbs on and Kohaku gives him the lead. The monk acknowledges the peace offering; the boy gives him Sango's position and places himself at the rear. "Let's go, Kirara!" Miroku nudges the cat slightly and they rise in the air.
"Are we going, Inuyasha?" Kagome asks.
"No… not yet." The hanyou says calmly.
This is unusual. Normally he is the first one ready to fight. Kagome peers around Inuyasha, standing with arms folded as he looks off in the distance. Following his gaze, she sees Sesshomaru coolly waiting as he levitates above ground. Confused, Kagome asks again. "What are 'we' waiting for?"
"Whatever he is." Inuyasha's response is short, as he nods in his brother's direction.
Their attention is drawn to the battlefield as Naraku lets out another gut wrenching howl. The beast has reared back, holding up one foot with an open wound with the flesh appearing shredded and mangled. Kouga leaps out of the hole beneath the beast's feet and takes another swipe at Naraku's flesh.
The monster lifts his arm to deliver a blow before the wolf ducks back into the hole, but cries out again as Kohaku catches the cuff of his ear with his chain scythe. The boy pulls back, reeling the weapon in and pulling flesh with it.
"Something's happening!" Kagome says, "The light around the armor is dimming… it's weakening, Inuyasha!" she says excitedly. The hanyou does not respond, but warily keeps watch between the fight and his brother.
"What are you waiting for, Sesshomaru?"
Kikyou keeps watch as she progresses up the hill. Once in position, she will be on eye level with Naraku and once the barrier is eliminated, she will be able to see the Shikon jewel. It is then that she will be able to strike.
Kohaku throws his weapon and the blade hooks under Narku's armpit. The boy jumps from Kirara's back and swings from the chain. Revolving around, he lands on the beast's shoulder and reels in his weapon; Kohaku attacks the other ear, ripping more flesh as Naraku crashes to his knees.
Kouga is swift and relentless in his assault. The wolf youkai's speed makes him a hard target for the monster's counter attacks and ejecting claws. The Goraishi has proved to be an excellent weapon for tearing the flesh from Naraku's unprotected feet.
Kagome stands close to Inuyasha as she observes the brutal beating, but then she remembers all his schemes and all the lives he has ruined. She thinks of Inuyasha and Kikyou's pain and an orphaned Shippo. She thinks of Kouga and the loss of his comrades, of Kagura and Kanna – the incarnations. In addition, Miroku, Kohaku and Kirara's loss… she thinks of Sango, her friend… her sister.
Although he deserves this, Kagome tries to look away. Suddenly… she notices a flicker, similar to what a light bulb does before it blows out. It occurs a few more times, before the light from the armor is completely extinguished.
"The barrier is broken," the miko says breathlessly.
"Are you sure?" Inuyasha asks and Kagome nods to confirm.
There is a flicker of light and then nothing. The barrier has been destroyed and Kikyou can once again feel the power of the Shikon no Tama.
Reaching behind, she removes the sword form its scabbard and walks to the edge of the hill. Looking down, she waits until Kohaku acknowledges her. He looks up after retrieving his weapon and sees Kikyou's signal; her arms raised, bearing Midoriko's sword.
"Get back!" he yells. "Inuyasha-san, Kouga-san! Move back, now!"
Kouga is reluctant, but backs away. He has poured months of anger and frustration into his attacks and has not been sated, but he retreats and joins Inuyasha and the others. Miroku and Kohaku also join them; floating overhead on Kirara.
As his assailants retreat, Naraku lifts himself from the ground. With his one good eye and battered appearance, he looks across the field and begins to laugh.
"Do you think I am defeated?" he says bitterly, and the tattered armor falls from his body. "Think again," he continues. "I only need to shed this form for another!"
"Then… why not shed them all?" Kikyou's voice interrupts.
Naraku's face is a venomous, inhuman scowl as he locks eyes with the priestess. She stands on the hillside, her hands grasping a sword and the sight amuses him. What does Kikyou know of swords? It is best to challenge him weaponless, but then again, this is Kikyou. Standing, Naraku slowly stalks her unmoving form.
With her feet planted firmly, Kikyou positioned the sword in front of her with both hands. Her eyes stayed focused on the spot beneath Naraku's chin and she recalled petting Sesshomaru's beast Au-un. Remembering the smooth area that felt different from the rest of its rock-hard body, would this be a vulnerable area for Naraku as well?
He looms closer… the priestess tightens her stance and with all her strength, thrusts upward. Naraku's head snap back as the sword penetrates his skin. Expecting pain or a powerful blast, he is surprised to feel neither. Only a slight humming sound is heard as he stares at Kikyou, who maintains her hold on the hilt of the sword. Still he waits and nothing. Suddenly… the self-proclaimed hanyou starts to laugh. There is no power in the sword.
Moving closer to the priestess, Naraku sees his opportunity to annihilate her. Kikyou has not dropped her stance, but he can see her trembling.
"Ah… Kikyou," he says in a hiss. "Is that fear I detect… fear from the impenetrable keeper of the Shikon no Tama?"
"No…" she hisses back, "Not my fear, but I am anticipating yours," she says as she snatches the sword from his throat.
Naraku chokes as he feels the first wave of the invisible energy. His skin starts to slither and roll, pucker and swell. The energy increases and the consumed demons trapped inside Naraku's body scream for release. The imprisoned are writhing and stretching to break free of the keeper's anatomy.
Another wave and the first of many youkai erupt from his form and escape into the air; followed by another and then another. Naraku losses power with the loss his captive minions. The released youkai do not make it far; their bodies evaporate within seconds of leaving their host.
While watching Naraku's strength and powers weaken, Kikyou is assailed by an intense pain in her chest. The feeling is so severe it brings her to her knees and she drops the sword to her side.
"What is happening? This almost feels like…"
"It is the jewel you seek; is it not, priestess?" Sesshomaru's voice startles her of her from thoughts. She looks up to find him watching her… no, dissecting her. What is his sudden interest in the Shikon jewel? Her answer is cautious, but direct.
"In my possession, I can end this vicious cycle and Naraku's reign. By destroying the jewel, the madness will stop."
"You will end nothing," Sesshomaru's tone is bored. "The madness will continue, your kind will assuredly see to that."
Kikyou does not answer. The taiyoukai is right; some humans are as bad as the demons they fear. Onigumo is proof of that. However, as she looks to the group standing below, she knows some deserve the chance to prove otherwise.
Wit a sigh, the priestess gets to her feet, reaches for the sword and steps forward. Naraku still possesses the jewel; this is not over yet.
Before Kikyou can move, Sesshomaru pushes away from the hillside and floats above Naraku's agonized form. Turning to face Inuyasha, the taiyoukai stares intensely at his brother. Lifting the Tensaiga, he holds the blade in a fashion that indicates one thing to the hanyou.
Inuyasha's eyes widen at Sesshomaru's invitation and with a smirk, he moves forward, accepting the challenge.
"What are you doing?" Kagome grabs onto his arm. "You can't go into that energy field; it's stronger than the barrier at Mt. Hakurei!"
"That's right, Inuyasha," Miroku says. "Sesshomaru is able to resist it's power, but even he won't last long."
"I ain't stupid!" the hanyou spat. "Besides… I don't need to get close."
The others move back as Inuyasha draws the Tetsaiga. Making eye contact with his brother, the hanyou eagerly awaits the taiyoukai's next move.
Twisting the Tensaiga laterally, Sesshomaru fires his attack at Inuyasha.
"So-ryhu-ha!"
The swords crackling energy rushes forward; as it approaches, Inuyasha unleashes the power of the Tetsaiga.
"Ba-ku-ryhuu-ha!"
Having defeated their father's foe with their combined power, the brothers once again work together. The Tetsaiga's 'Backlash Wave' and the Tensaiga's 'Dragon Strike' meet head on. The energies collide and rebound back to Sesshomaru.
With the flow of energy heading towards him, the taiyoukai flexes his clawed hand and with a single swipe, slices through Naraku's neck, decapitating him. The Shikon jewel ejects from the body, Sesshomaru catches it and barely avoids the incoming blast.
Landing in front of Kikyou, he extends his hand and drops the jewel in her palm as Naraku's body disintegrates from behind them.
"Your jewel, priestess," he states haughtily. Now… let us see what you will do with it," he abruptly turns on his heel, without a backwards glance and walks away.
Kikyou looks down at the jewel, now once again, in her possession. Complete, except for Kohaku's shard. She closes her hand around the item that has caused such grief and unhappiness. It is time to decide.
Kagome, Shippo and the others, watch as the power of both swords rush towards Naraku. Sesshomaru strikes out and removes Naraku's head before impact. The light of the blast momentarily blinds the spectators. Only Kagome sees the taiyoukai take possession of the Shikon jewel.
The remains of Naraku's obliterated body falls to the ground, but there is no celebration from the weary fighters, too much has been lost. Although Naraku is dead, they still have a mission to complete.
They all watch as the youkai spectators that fill the sky scatter. Some are satisfied that their bodies will be safe from the predator, Naraku. Others curse his failure and with his elimination, they now openly question his capability.
"Come, Kagome," Inuyasha says, his voice tired. "Let's find the jewel."
"Sesshomaru has it!"
"What!"
"Yes… just before Naraku was destroyed, I saw him take it."
"What the hell does Sesshomaru want with the Shikon jewel? He's never shown any interest in it before." The hanyou is bewildered.
Looking up, Inuyasha searches the hillside. There is no sign of Sesshomaru or Kikyou. "What the hell is goin' on?" Inuyasha says mostly to himself. "I'm goin' after him!"
Kagome and Shippo climb onto his back, hesitate and then turn to the others with sad eyes.
"It's all right, Kagome-chan," Miroku says. "Kohaku and I have something to do." The monk looks to the boy for confirmation and Kohaku nods silently. They are going to look for Sango's remains; they want to give her a proper burial.
Kohaku wants to hurry; he knows Kikyou will come for him soon and he will be waiting.
"I'll go with them," Kouga announces, indicating Kohaku and Miroku. "Between the cat and I, one of us will pick up the demon slayers scent."
Totousai and Myouga look over the desecrated field. Both are quiet as the flea patiently waits for the demon forger's analysis. Sitting with his eyes closed, Totousai appears deep in meditation. Seconds tick by; he finally opens his eyes, yawns, scratches his chin and stretches.
"What do you think, Totousai-sama?" the flea inquires.
"All is well, Myouga-san," he confirms and the flea vassal releases a breath.
"Don't get too comfortable," Totusai informs him, "This is only a short reprieve; we must prepare for the next imminent threat."
Three days later…
They were all gathered at Kaede's village. Inuyasha, Kagome and Shippo were unable to locate Sesshomaru or Kikyou. Miroku, Kohaku, Kouga and Kirara having searched the field and every open crevice in the earth, but there was no sign of Sango's body. Her weapon, the Hiraikotsu, was retrieved from the battlefield and everyone was despondent. Surprisingly, it was the wolf, that somewhat lightened their dreary countenance.
"Well, guys… it's time for me to leave!" Kouga broadcasted. "My comrades and the white wolf clan probably think the worst."
"It's about time," Inuyasha snapped. He, for one, would be happy to see the wolf gone. The last few days Kouga had dominated his space with Kagome. "Keh!" the hanyou continued. "I thought you were gonna build a house or somethin'!"
"Yeah… it was good workin' with you too, flea bag!" the wolf said with a smirk. Although the verbal assaults continued, Kouga and Inuyasha had come to an odd sort of truce.
"Kagome…" Kouga turned to the miko and gathered her hands in his. "I jus' want to say that we will always…" he kisses a knuckle on her hand, "… always…" another knuckle.
"All right, damn it, that's enough!" Inuyasha snarled.
"Settle down," Kouga said smoothly. "I'm only sayin' good-bye. Now… where was I? Oh, yeah… we will always be… friends."
"Thanks, Kouga, we will," Kagome said definitely and blushed. "What will you do now?"
"Catch up with Ginta and Hakkaku, return this weapon to the elder," he indicates the Goraishi, "and pursue my greatest conquest yet."
"Well… if ya' quit yappin', you can get goin'!"
"Be quiet, Inuyasha!" Kagome snapped. "What conquest are you talking about, Kouga?" The miko had that gleam in her eye.
"It'll take all I got to convince a certain, red-haired, green-eyed, snarling she-wolf to become my mate," the wolf winked at Kagome. Creating the whirlwind, Kouga waved and took off. "Wish me luck!"
"I do," she shouted after him, "but you won't need it!"
"You'd better take care of Kagome, mutt!" Kouga laughed as he spiraled out of sight.
Later that evening, Miroku and Kohaku sat in front of the hearth in Kaede's hut. Both were silent, lost in there own thoughts. Finally, the monk turned to his brother-in-law.
"She will come for you; won't she?"
"Yes," Kohaku's answer was short.
"Do you plan to go with her?" Miroku asked. "Is that what you want?"
"It doesn't matter what I want, Miroku-sama," the boy said with his head bent. "It was my agreement with Kikyou-sama."
"I see," was the monk's only response. Miroku decided to wait for the priestess to appear, he would then bargain for Kohaku's life.
The twinkle of the wind chimes woke Miroku from his slumber. He rolled over to find Kohaku's pallet empty. Jumping up, he grabbed his shakujou and hurried to find him.
He would do what Sango would if she were here; he would protect Kohaku.
As Miroku ran through the forest, he saw Kohaku and Kikyou in the clearing ahead. He quickened his pace as the priestess, bathed in pure light, laid her hand on Kohaku's shoulders.
"No!" the monk shouted. "Don't, Kikyou-sama… please, stop!"
Miroku realized the two were enclosed inside a barrier. Pulling sutras from his robes, he attempted to break through. All of a sudden, Kikyou reached out with her aura and pulled him into the barrier. The monk's body felt weighted and listless. He tried to move forward, but his legs would not move.
Kikyou's voice was void of emotion as she turned to him.
"Houshi-dono," she bowed, before continuing. "As Kohaku's guardian, it is only right you hear his fate." Miroku looked to Kohaku, as Kikyou began to speak.
One week later…
They all bowed respectively at the shrine erected in Sango's honor. Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippo with Kouga and Ayame. Kaede was there with Mushin and Hachi as well. There was neither body nor ashes, but it was a beautiful tribute to a woman they all loved.
Miroku chose the demon slayers villager as his wife's final resting place. Her shrine was built in the corner of the fort; near the graves of her father and comrades. This was what she would have wanted; Miroku and Kohaku both knew this. Looking out and over the grounds, much was needed to restore the village to what it once was, but they would do it. They would do it for Sango.
"Well, kid," Kouga smirked as he laid his hand on Kohaku's shoulder, "I see you're still kickin'."
"Kouga!" Ayame growled low in her throat. "I'm sorry," the she-wolf grabbed a chunk of her mate's ear, pulling him away.
"Keh… I see somebody's finally got him whipped!" Inuyasha smiled, listening to a string of curses from Kouga. "It's good thing he brought his own woman!"
"What was that?" Kagome lifted an eyebrow.
"I didn't say nothin'." Inuyasha muttered and everyone laughed at his fearful look. Kagome was a force to be reckoned with also.
"Will you be okay, Miroku?" Inuyasha asked out of concern and to also to take the focus from him.
"We'll be fine," the monk said. "Shippo will stay with us for awhile, until Kohaku and I finalize the plans to rebuild. That will be enough to keep us busy... you know, no time to think."
"It's all right to remember, Miroku," Kagome said softly. She had forgiven Miroku for his secret marriage and took comfort in knowing they, at least, had the chance to express their love.
With Kirara on his shoulder, he stood between Shippo and Kohaku as the others left the village. A breeze rippled through the courtyard and Miroku wondered if it was a sign from Sango.
Kikyou stands at the edge of the river of miasma. In her palm is the Shikon no Tama. She traveled all this way and was unsure of what to do. Because of Kohaku, the jewel could not be destroyed. Either it must be hidden in a safe place or somewhere no one would dare look. For the first time, Kikyou was confused. Had she made the right choice?
A few days ago, she was denied entrance to Midoriko's cave, as she attempted to return the sword. Pulling the weapon from its scabbard, she wondered why she was allowed to keep it; as if it would do her some good in the netherworld. As she stood there, Kikyou felt the taiyoukai's strong aura. Without turning around, she waited for him to speak.
"Stubborn, woman," he says finally. "Have you not figured it out yet?"
Turning to him, Kikyou looked more mystified than before. "What do you mean?"
Walking slowly towards her, the taiyoukai's eyes never left her face. He continued until he stood directly in front of her.
The urge to back away from him was strong, but the priestess stood firm. Her eyes wanted to turn away, but she could not and his silence began to grate on her nerves. "Speak, Sesshomaru," she ordered. "No more of this secrecy."
"Your concerned for others is commendable," he said, bristling at her commanding tone, "however, it is foolish when it blinds you to the obvious." Grabbing her free hand, he held it up to her face. Making a quick swipe with the tip of his nail, he pierced her skin.
Kikyou inhaled sharply, but did not cry out. Snatching her hand away, she asked the question with her eyes and he answered with his. Holding her hand up, she watched the liquid substance as it slid from the small laceration and ran down her wrist. Her eyes widen in horror.
"B-blood!" the priestess stammers.
"Obaasan!" the young boy called out. "She's awake!"
My eyes opened to the clear blue sky overhead. I was moving. As I lay there, I could feel the movement of wheels beneath me.
I heard the voice and tried to move my head, but the pain was too great. Closing my eyes again, I waited for the throbbing to subside; the wheels and the motion suddenly stopped.
I opened my eyes to see two strange faces staring at me. Not even a flicker of recognition jogged my memory. One was an old woman with a weathered face, squinting eyes and snow-white hair. The other was a young boy.
"Kohaku," I whispered, but I already knew it was not him. I knew because Kohaku was dead.
This boy was a little older with spiky dark hair, but… it was his eyes, that were so like his.
"What's your name child?" the old woman asked.
I hesitated, my name… what was my name? Suddenly, voices echoed in my mind; each time the name was called, the pain in my head intensified. Fighting back the nausea, I licked my dry lips before answering.
"Sango… my name is Sango."
To be continued…
Authors Notes: Thank you all for reading and for your patience. The last chapter received more reviews than any of the previous chapters did. Gee… if I knew all I had to do was kill a main character, I would have done it chapters ago (LOL). I won't make you guys wait another month… promise. Actually, I think chapter 15 maybe out by the end of the week. Only because the chapter is short and is sort of an intro for a new time setting. I am so… so happy not have to try to follow the manga anymore. The next chapters are my babies with borrowed characters and some new ones I created. I hope all of you will hang tight.
For the Kikyou/Sesshomaru fans, (there are some out there; I know it) I'm sorry to say this is the last mention of them in this fanfic. Their story will resume next month in a new fanfic called, "Forbidden". That's in case anyone is interested.