I have never,nor will I ever own Inuyasha
Every action has a consequence.
And every action creates a purpose.
And when these two meet,
it comes to this….
The taste of victory did not taste sweet, nor did it feel sure. Was it a victory? She wouldn’t know for sure until she had all of her party accounted for and the jewel purified and removed from existence, personally.
She stood for what felt like minutes when in reality it had been seconds after the final blow. With her bow still clutched in her rough, dirt and blood crusted hand she slowly came back to her senses and straightened out of her aiming stance.
With her lips parted, her breathing was harsh and loud, nearly louder than the thundering of her heart in her throat and ears. She realized such sensations were causing her entire frame to shake and quiver. Her wooden bow gripped tightly in hand was shaking too as she held it tightly, nearly to the point of splintering the wood.
Mildly easing her grip and dropping her hands, she took in the scene of carnage and destruction. The sky was a strange orange and purple haze as embers caught on the air only to be extinguished by the artificial rain of demon blood. A tree on fire some meters behind her suddenly snapped and came crashing down bringing with it two others judging by the number of slams and thunderous booms to hit the field. She finally realized there were flames surrounding and among the battle field with smoke quickly displacing the breathable air. A parting gift, if you will, from the demon who caused this war. A trade of stifling, black miasma for smoke.
At the center of all of this lay the remains of a putrefied spider, formally Naraku. There no longer was a body to spew snide, wicked remarks. All that remained was a viscous lake bed of oozing putrid remains and in the burning field behind it lay the partial shikon no tama pierced by her arrow.
And as if in a trance she let her soul guide her into a sprint to the shikon while the other piece hummed with a pink, glowing lull under the collar of her gifted battle suit.
For so long she and her friends fought this evil, and for so long, time stood still for their own lives and personal desires.
‘Inuyasha.’ Came his name in a whisper cradling devotion.
She had to wait a bit longer until she finished her goal. She could feel the auras of her friends and love in the background scattered far amongst each other. She was no longer a teenage girl, though she still had some growing up to do as anyone else at her age; She’d learned to have more patience when it came to her wants and needs versus her duty to the jewel. For that, surely she had earned her absolution for her past life’s transgressions.
Overhead were the sounds of fangs snapping and gnashing at rogue youkai who had gained freedom from Naraku’s control.
‘Sesshoumaru.’ She surmised through the feel of his youki. As he leapt through the skies in his true form; youki, physically crackling as green and blue lightning about his massive, silver form. He was on a warpath downing, spewing acid, and shredding remnants of the enemy to pieces. As always in control and in perfect form he controlled where he sent his acid and the remains raining down upon the land. Though you’d be hard pressed and choked if you tried to make him admit it so as to not crush his allies who still needed to gather themselves below.
Though things appeared relatively controlled, Kagome had learned early on to never trust things as they may seem. Her sprint for the jewel turned into a mad dash as she had developed a valid paranoia to not trust putrid remains.
Just because Naraku’s physical body was separate from the jewel and now a lakebed of remains did not mean all of this was over. She needed to get to the jewel and fast. She would not risk Naraku reviving with the jewel so close.
Her mad dash brought her more fatigue and within close enough range to smell the rotten decay of Naraku’s miasmic remains as she crested a small knoll.
And just like that, she sensed she wasn’t alone.
‘Kikyo.’To her right she sensed the other miko at the edge of the putrid lakebed.
Inuyasha had told her and the gang that Kikyo would be joining them in the final battle and that she had been m.i.a. for the last three years learning new skills and gaining strength for the final battle as she had been weakened by Naraku in a battle before then. That she had time to come to the conclusion that her actions toward the group, namely Kagome, had been ‘unwarranted’ and she wanted peace. That was what Inuyasha told them.
Turning her head to her upper right she spotted said miko stooping before the liquid death, scooping a fair amount into a container of some sort. When she’d had enough of her sample, Kagome saw her seal it with some sort of ofuda.
To Kagome, Kikyo’s actions implied deceit or even treason. And with that thought Kagome felt a deep foreboding burrow into her gut. Something wasn’t right. She needed to move faster and secure the jewel.
The nearer she got to the remains the more the putrid miasma threatened to choke her. With practiced ease she focused her spiritual power to escape through her pores onto her skin and into her lungs.
‘Almost! Just a little further!’
To an outsider looking on, you would have sworn she was a glowing phantom racing through the field. It took her two minutes to cross the field and onto the remains of Naraku she let her spiritual powers begin purifying with each leap she took crossing the lakebed.
Finally the glowing jewel came within close view. She made a frantic dive for it as two low, flying youki made a dive for it as well. She was quicker, using her small figure and agility, she bolted hand first and ended up catching the jewel with a grunt as she made a low tumble over it landing into her crouched archer’s stance and swiftly knocking back an arrow she soon let fly; purifying both opponents in a blinding ball of pink light.
‘Got it!’
With tired, trembling, and aching hands she lifted it to remove her arrow when another presence snatched her attention.
She looked up sharply.
‘‘Inuyasha.’’ She breathed. Her dry lips lifting into a soft smile. He was coming her way, to see her and the jewel to safety out of the inferno that continued to grow around them.
She could spot his dark red form running in her direction past the now purified lakebed. But again something was not right. She couldn’t make out his full form as the fading orange light of day became muddled with the smoke of the burning land. To make matters worse the lakebed she’d purified was turning into ash and being swept up in a torrent of wind from the blaze.
It came to her then. She felt it in his aura a change of some sort. But it was past too late when she stumbled some steps back.
He was upon her. A hand raised with claws poised to strike her down. The beautiful honey of his eyes gone, and in its place was a void.
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So hey....
yeah been a long time, had a horrible decade ya know. I'm back
I didn't like how I wrote this story so I'm changing it.
I'm all about flow and details so if you have any critiques lay em on me. And uh yeah if you prefer the UNHINGED stripper version it's still on fnet (same username)
"Seriously why didn't 500 of you tell me how bat shit crazy I was for the stripper saga."hahaha (money was tight back then I think I was projecting and fanticizing)
I hope you enjoy!