I dream of rain

The rain was hard; they were all soaked from both the rain and sweat and blood. Their clothes were torn. His eyes moved from one person to another; things seemed to be slow.

The half-breed was hunched over; he was holding the arm that was supposed to be holding his sword. His eyes were gold, and he was breathing heavily with his mouth open; his true demon form had taken control of him. He watched as the crazy half-breed once again attacked the target. Even in his true state, he did not think before he acted. He was thrown back; his sword was tossed far from him. Inuyasha growled, and the lighting struck, lighting up the sky and everyone's eyes.

He then turned to the monk; he was sitting in a pool of mud, tired and no longer able to fight. The whole in his hand growing, his end was no doubt near if the target was not stopped. His eyes moved to the slayer, who seemed to be in love with the monk. She was sitting beside him, her hands on his back, trying to hold him up. He heard the monk tell her to go and help, but she refused to leave his side.

A pink flash brought his eyes from them to the target; another arrow had been fired. He then turned his eyes to the dead Miko; she was walking up and shooting her arrows at the target, one after another. Foolish Miko. She showed no emotions as she kept walking close to the target, her arrows seem to be never-ending. But they would end, as would her already dead life. True, she had weakened the target, but then he killed her again, turning her back into the dirt she came from.

He once again heard the half-breed growl, and once again, the lighting hit.

He knew in that moment that his half-brother was way past gone. Inuyasha then left the target and ran to the monk and slayer. "Inuyasha!"

He heard the woman scream his name as if that would stop him. The rain may have been bad, but he could see everything. "Sit, Inuyasha!" She screamed, but nothing. "Sit!" She screamed again and again, nothing! Kagome came running, grabbing the sword he left on her way. She stops just for a second by him, she didn't even look at him. "I have to stop him." She was not talking to him, and he knew it. She then ran after the half-breed, and he found himself speaking,

"Miko,"

It was too late; she was not paying him any mind. He turned back to the target.

"Perhaps while they are fighting, the real men can play?" The target asked,

Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes; there was no one he hated more than the man in front of him.

"Inuyasha, wait!" He could hear the monk call,

"Inuyasha, snap out of it!" He heard the slayer call,

"Inuyasha, stop!" Her scream was blood-curdling, full of love and hate.

He didn't stop, though.

The monk put up his hand to protect himself, too bad, it was the hand he was trying to keep closed. Sesshomarus clothes started pulling against him, he turned to the monk. The slayer was now in the monk's lap, and the monk was trying to close the hand. The Miko, though, was running after the half-breed and right into the monks sucking black hole. He didn't think; he acted.

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her to a stop. "Stop Miko,"

"No, let me go!" She yelled.

"And what will you do, Miko?" His tone hard and cold, the thunder in the back ground rolling.

"I have to save them, him."

"Will you kill him, that Miko is the only way to save his soul now?" He knew she would not; she loved that stupid half-breed. Kagome turned her eyes from him to Inuyasha, who was still charging her friends, who were moments from dying anyway.

Kagome closed her eyes, Sesshomaru was still holding her back. Slowly she raised her bow, and slowly she pulled out a arrow, she sat it and aimed. Sesshomaru's eyes grew, she wouldn't do it, she wasn't that strong.

The thunder hit, blocking out the sound of cries and screams. The lighting hit, and he saw it in her eyes; she would kill him. Kagome let the arrow fly, and then she went limp to her knees, Sesshomaru going with her since he was holding her. "I'm sorry, Inuyasha," she whispered and cried.

The arrow hit him in the back. It shocked the target, as his power stopped rolling for a moment.

Inuyasha was right in front of Miroku and Sango, froze from the arrow that just hit him. His marks went away, he turned back in to the half breed. Miroku, still holding onto his hand. "Move, Inuyasha!" He yelled, not wanting his friend to get sucked up.

"Let it take me; it will always be a battle."

Then, he was taken into the black hole. "NO!" Miroku screamed as he shut his hand. His hand would not hold forever. "Sango, move!"

"I won't leave you!"

"You must!"

Sesshomaru noticed the Miko was no longer crying. "Miko."

"We, we have to stop him; if not, it would have all been in vain,"

He looked at her; he let her go when he felt her rise. He thought she would grab her bow, but she tossed it down and picked up his brother's swords. "Lend me your power, please,"

They both heard the laugh coming from the target. "Foolish Miko, you will not beat me, your half-breed could not, and you shall join him in the other world."

"He already has someone in the other world. He doesn't need me."

Sesshomaru felt her anger. "Miko,"

"No." She cut him off; she pointed the sword to the target. "You will fight me!" She yelled. She did not come all this way and go through all this for nothing.

"Very well, as you wish," Naraku sneered,

Sesshomaru drew his sword as well; he had not come to watch, he came to fight. Kagome ran to attack, and Sesshomaru was about to, but then he was torn to something else. The kit whom Kagome cared for was screaming and pulled on Sango's hand.

"Come on!" The kit cried,

"I won't!" She yelled,

"Sango, please, my hand won't last much longer!"

"Then I will go with you!"

Lighting hit, blinding Sesshomaru, and when it went away, they were all gone. Gone.

He slowly turned his eyes back to Kagome.

"I. Hate. You!" She screamed. Kagome hated no one; she always wanted to give everyone a chance. But he could feel it: she hated Naraku. With those words, she brought the sword down. The power he himself could taste. It was like copper in your mouth. It was blinding; he did not know if she was dead or what. With the blinding of the power and lighting, he could not see.

He shielded his eyes with his arm.

He was glad it was raining.

He felt the power drop and he dropped his arm, and there on her knees, was Kagome.

Only a hot spot where Naraku once was, a hot spot and the jewel.

Yes, he was glad it was raining so he did not have to smell her blood, sweat, and tears.