Naraku smiled, clasping his hand on her arm as he forced the jewel to dig into her cuts.
"This too," he said, smile stretching into a grotesque grin, "Is selfless, in a way."
Power pulsed into the earth, and behind Kagome, the little tree saplings stood rigid with her power, and slowly grew. Grew tall enough, strong enough, to let the leaves surround her in her grief, burying the rest of the graves in lustrous green.
She could remember it. The kind of pain that wasn't like anything she'd ever felt, or heard, or seen.
Naraku's mocking laughter guided her to her demise as the jewel gus itself into her being, clawing its power into her veins, letting light fill her until she could do it no more.
And yet the last thing she ever heard was Inuyasha yelling her name.