Alright, so here's chapter three, or two, since the first chapter was an Epilogue of sorts… oh whatever, here's another entry.

However, before I submit another, I want some reviews people. I'm a greedy, greedy woman and I need some sort of affirmation that the story is worth continuing. I want to see twenty reviews, alrighty?! That's TWENTY, not nineteen, TWENTY! Ahahahahaha……..

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha… that privilege belongs to the big R.T.

Pitiful Wallowing

Kikyo frowned, the action marring her otherwise smooth features.

Inuyasha, now looking helplessly at the woman he had chosen over Kagome, noticed just how ugly her scowl was. Her lips pulled into a tight, thin line, making her seem old… so very old. Kagome, he recalled, never looked that way when she was upset. When she was sad, her eyes would brim with tears, sparkling like sapphires. When she was angry, her lips would purse into an adorable pout, only further accentuating the full, pink morsels. Her eyes would light up with fury, turning almost silver.

Kikyo's eyes… they were void… dead. A dull brown, like trod on soil, carrying no emotion other than malice. This was the choice he had made? This was the woman he had picked over Kagome?

Trembling hands lifted to his face, eyes squeezing shut as he cried. What had he done? He had given up the one person who truly cared about him for some shadow of his past love. He had screwed up, big time, and this mistake was one he could never fix. She was dead… and it was his fault.

Kikyo growled, the sound coming out like a short rasp of breath. The bitch had died, had she not? She had watched mere moments ago as her reincarnation leapt off the cliff, sealing her fate.

The little whore had surprised her when she actually caught the arrow she had fired. For a moment, she feared that her plan would fail, and that life would go back to the way it had been.

The slut would not have Inuyasha, she saw to that on several occasions, calling the foolish hanyou away when things would get a little too cozy between the pair. However, despite her efforts, it seemed that Inuyasha was slowly growing closer to her other. It would have only been a matter of time before he stopped coming to her at all. That was why she had made a deal with Naraku. It benefited them both and rid her of the nuisance that was Kagome once and for all.

When she had seen the look of surrender and despair in the younger girl's eyes, however, she knew that even though her arrow had not hit its mark, she had won. It enraged her slightly that she had not dealt the final blow, but rather the wench had taken her own life. Such a privilege should have belonged to her and her alone.

Yet, if she was dead, surely the remainder of her soul would have returned to her by now. Was it possible that the wretch had…? No, such a notion was utterly ridiculous. The cliff was a good few hundred feet… she couldn't have survived. Yet, the inkling that it was true remained ever present. As long as her soul was not complete, Kagome was still among the world of the living.

Panic sinking in, she sorted out her options. She could slip down to the bottom of the precipice, where the struggling wench would be, and finish her off? Yes, that seemed plausible. At the moment, it was her only option.

Leaving Inuyasha alone in the clearing, she walked soundlessly into the forest, her target set.

Sobbing quietly, Inuyasha did not bother to lift his head as he felt Kikyo's aura growing farther away. Of course she left him. She always did. And now, because of his selfish and idiotic actions, he was alone. How could he return to Sango, Miroku and Shippou? How could he stand there and tell them that Kagome was dead because of him? They would never forgive him. He was alone. Kagome was dead, his friends would abandon him, and Kikyo, the woman he had saved from death, was not but a hollow shell. That was what he had to look forward to, spending the remainder of his existence with a soulless golem.

Naraku… the fiend had played him like a fiddle. Had the bastard still been there he would have risen and ripped his throat out, relishing in the feeling of Naraku's fleshy esophagus as it collapsed in his merciless hand.

No… the coward had retreated as soon as the deed was done, leaving with nothing but a victorious and mocking laugh. That laugh, how he loathed it. The same laughed echoed in the back of his mind with every tragedy that came to play in his life. It was his poison; a deadly, fatal sound that ate away at the soul until nothing was left.

Lower lip quivering, he rose; eyes full of regret. He needed time to be alone. Then… then he would return to Kikyo. She… it… was all he had left. He had given up his life for her, and so she was the only thing he had.

Demon speed aiding him in his trek, he surged forward, leaping through trees toward a single destination. In a flash of red he whirred past everything, leaving no proof that he had passed other than his scent and the odd footprint. Clenching his jaw as branches snapped against his cheeks, covering them with tiny scratches, he ignored the burning pain in his legs, feeling only the burning pain in his heart.

Sliding to a halt in a small clearing, he looked up at the massive tree, eyes brimming with fresh tears. This was where he had met her, Goshinboku, the God Tree. This is where he had first laid eyes upon her. 'She should have left my miserable hide pinned to that tree,' he sulked, reaching up to stroke the rough bark that had once been his prison.

Turning from it, he moved on, heading for the small, wooden structure that was his destination. Legs failing him the second he caught sight of it, Inuyasha fell to his hands and knees, his frame shaking as he sobbed. The Bone Eaters Well. The old, splintering construction seemed so very imposing at that moment as the grass blew silently around it, brushing against its base as though caressing it in a comforting fashion. It seemed as though even nature itself mourned the loss of Kagome: the pure, futuristic miko who sought to bring peace to this time.

Crawling the remainder of the way there, Inuyasha placed a shaky hand on the lip of the well, hauling himself up so that he could look down into the dusty confines of the mystical gateway.

For a moment, as he stared into the dark depths of the well, he swore he heard her laugh, soft and soothing, echo up from the bottom. Composition failing him once more, he began to sob, his tears landing softly against the moist wood.

This had been her refuge, the entry to her time, and now… it would act as her tombstone. This was all he had left of her, other than the beaded necklace hanging around his throat.

Standing shakily, he moved about the field, sifting through the many newly blossoming flowers and picking only the finest. He would settle for nothing less than the best. Finally, after he was sure his hands could hold no more flowers, he returned to the well, setting the large bouquet against the bottom.

"Kagome," he whispered as tears crept down his cheeks, his eyes turning to the sky, "I'm so sorry. I failed you."

Suddenly, another thought struck him. Her family… they deserved to know.

Leaping onto the ledge, Inuyasha closed his eyes and willed himself to jump in. He would tell them. It would be his punishment, though no amount of punishment could atone for what he had done.

Taking one last breath of air, he tipped forward, falling into the dark pit that would bring him to her time. They would hate him. 'I deserve it,' he commented solemnly, ire rising in him at the thought of his idiotic decision. Pale lips parting, he whispered into the darkness, "Worthless…"

Poor Inuyasha… I know he made a bad choice, but I can't help but feel a little sorry for the baka. Oh well.

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