The Seven by Sessylove219

Fall

Title - Fall

Words - 1168, According to MSWorks

Rated: T for language

Prompt: 7 Deadly Sins (Wrath) Priestess Skye

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I watched him fall. The most beautiful being ever to live on this earth…I watched him fall. How was this possible? How could he ever be brought low by such a wretched hanyou?

My hope, my salvation, my one desire…and I watched him fall.

He had joined our group, making us stronger, making us hopeful, making us wiser in our decision making…making me burn with desire. Making me burn with regret.

All those years, I had wasted on another hanyou. He would never love me, and I was too immature, too stubborn, too naïve to think that I would ever be with the stupid hanyou, to think that he could ever look at me and see me, not her.

It is funny how at first, he was so hard to read, how you could look right at him, in any situation, and not be able to tell if he was affected. And if he was, how. I was so frustrated at first. Inuyasha might be a stupid hanyou, but at least you could see something in his eyes, on his face.

They say the eyes are the windows into the soul. If that is true, then Sesshoumaru must have the blinds drawn. The ones that will let nothing through. He was a blank. A joker. An enigma.

I had always hated enigmas. They are annoying and frustrating, and pointless.

As time went by, I could begin to see something in his face. It was subtle at first. A quirk in his lips, a slight twitch in his jaw, a flicker of emotion on his beautiful face.

I was first wary of him. Then respectful. Later fascinated. At the end, I could not deny it. I loved him. And I watched him fall.

He was trying to protect me from the vile hanyou. Naraku’s tentacles shot out towards me, and Sesshoumaru ran in front of them. He took a blow that was meant for me, and I watched him fall. As the last breath left his body, I saw on his face all the emotion that he had tried to keep from us. From me. He looked at me, and smiled. He said two words, “Forgive me.”

With that, the life flew from his citrine eyes, and he left this plane.

I touched his beautiful markings, and felt tears dripping down my face.

“Ku ku ku, little miko. It seems like you are truly worthless. Will you kill everyone else with your ineptitude?” He laughed with maniacal glee. “Who else will die to protect you?”

I turned towards him, and felt such wrath in my soul that it felt that my blood was boiling. I could think of nothing else but destroying the vile hanyou, he that had caused so much heartache and desolation. I looked at him, and felt my reiki rising. It felt raw, untapped, and was stronger than anything I had ever felt. I released all of the seals I maintained to control it, and felt my hair rising around my body, blowing in unseen winds. My senses all heightened, and I could see everything as it truly was. I could see into the core of Naraku. I could see his blackened soul. I could hear the small voice of Onigumo, crying out for freedom, for rest.

I felt the power of the shards around my neck singing in concert with my own reiki. The two different powers danced in tandem, and I thrust all of my sadness, all of my wrath, into the power signature of the Shikon, and forcibly called all of it to me. There was a tremendous ripping noise as the shards that Naraku had tore free of his body and joined that which was around my neck. Two more shards came from the East, where Kouga was supposedly coming to aide us in battle, and one more shard, coming from Kohaku came forward, to complete the jewel at last.

I put my hands around it, as Naraku gasped in front of me, and it changed from the blackness of ambition and ruthlessness to the pink of purity and righteous vengeance. I looked at Naraku, at his struggling form, and knew that he would no longer be able to regenerate. I directed all the power I had, and it grew into an orb in my hand. I looked into his face, that handsome face that hid such a vile heart, and smirked.

“No matter what you do, miko, you cannot defeat me.”

“That is where you are wrong, Naraku,” I said to him calmly. “Tonight, you die.”

I hurled the orb toward him, and his body was torn apart, being purified inch by torturous inch. I felt no pity. I could feel nothing but anger.

Before he was even completely gone, I turned and ran towards Sesshoumaru. He, that had given his life. He had given everything. He had taken everything too. He had taken my heart, my soul, my hope for a peaceful future. I had nothing without him.

I kneeled next to his body, and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“You had all of me. You still do. I should have told you. I should have let you know how much you mean to me. I shall never forget you. Never will another have what you have surely stolen.”

My tears could not stop falling now. They splashed onto his face, they fell onto his wounds, and his markings. I could not stop my sorrow. My anger had faded. There was nothing left now.

I heard the rest of the tachi coming towards me, but I didn’t know if I would be able to deal with them right now. I turned back, intending on telling them that they should give me a few minutes alone, when I felt something. Something brushing against my cheek.

I turned around so fast I nearly fell on my ass. There, that hand, that clawed hand, leading to that striped wrist. I looked into his eyes, and fell. He watched me fall.

“You called me, miko.” he whispered.

“How?” I started. “Wha-How?”

“I was leaving. I saw you, saw you fall, and your soul called to me,” he caressed my cheek again. “The kami are very grateful to you, and thought you deserved some happiness.”

I laughed, and launched myself at him. I started kissing him, all over his face, his markings, his lips…everything I could reach. “This, this is all the happiness I will ever need!”

I kissed him some more.

He leaned up, and whispered in my ear, “I wouldn’t be so confident Kagome, we still have yet to mate. Perhaps then, you shall know true happiness.”

He chuckled, I blushed.

And fell.

Sin 3 - Wrath