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Summary: Love told in drabbles, 100 words each. Sesshomaru/Kagome
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BLOOD
She was covered in it.
The ground was soaked in it and the air heavy with it's scent, so much so that she could taste it. Or maybe that was her own rolling across her tongue. All that blood.
Bodies littered the ground, she recognized no faces but did not feel relieved because she had no idea what that could mean. And then her legs gave out and she was on the ground.
Naraku was dead, he had laughed as he died, swearing to take her away with him. Maybe it was true, maybe she was dying.
All that blood.