She was dying. Her lungs burnt begging for air. Blood pooled in her throat keeping her from drawing even the smallest of breaths. The sticky hot red liquid gently trailed from the corner of her lips, down the side of her face to mingle with the vastly growing puddle around her body. Glossy blue eyes watched her friends as they fought for their lives.
Death had been a long time fear of her’s, but now that it was here claiming her as it’s own, she could only find peace. Finally after four long years, the foul creature known as Naraku was purified from this earth. Her friends could finally rest easy, live their lives together and never worry about the deceit and pain caused from the evil hanyou again.
Her duty to the Shikon No Tama was complete. The jewel was whole and pure, nestled in the palm of her left hand. Everything she had promised to do had been done and now she could die without regrets. Tears burnt as they swelled in her dulling eyes, their droplets instantly lost in the sea of red.
There were so many things left unsaid between her and the people she grew to love over the years. And yet, she couldn’t not bring herself to rethink her choice. She had done what she believed was right and she had saved her friends in the processes. That was all that truly matter to her.
Her eyesight started to blur as the world around her spun. It was only minutes now before her body would shut down. Her left hand tightened against the cursed babble that had caused all this pain and suffering. Given to her in life, it was only fitting that she would die upon it’s return. The wish would be made and the jewel would vanish taking her along with it.
She wanted to laugh at the irony. They had fought so long and so hard to bring the jewel back together. They had fought so hard for her death. Clearly, it would have always ended this way. She was born from the jewel, without it, it was only logical she would parish. Her insane laughter gargled the liquid in her throat.
As the last of Naraku’s detachments died, she finally let go of life. Allowing herself to slip into the welcoming darkness that only death could bring. Her chest stilled, breathing out her final breath. Her eyes slid shut and the smile on her lips froze upon her face. Her left hand unclenched and the small pink ball rolled lifelessly away from her body.
“Kagome,” Inuyasha screamed, “where is Kagome?”
“I didn’t see her,” Miroku tried to calm the frantic hanyou, “she might have…”
His words died on his lips when he noticed the tall imposing white figure walking toward a lifeless body. The usually regal lord looked defeated. His shoulder, ever so slightly, drooped. His usually liquid gold eyes lost it’s lustre, resembling more of an amber in colour. Miroku’s body tensed when he noticed the red and white outfit the deceased was wearing.
“No,” Sango gasped, “no, it can’t be.”
Inuyasha took notice immediately, his ears flattened against his head. He took hesitant steps toward his older half-brother. Sesshomaru squatted next to Kagome’s prone figure. His facing taking on a haunted quality as he stared in morbid fascination at the female’s body. Her body was littered in holes, inflicted upon her by Naraku’s tentacles before he had given into her reiki and his soul was purified.
“She… she died alone,” Shippo whimpered, burying his face into her hair, “mama.”
“She died to save us. All she ever wanted was for us to be happy,” Sango gave a choked sob, trying to fight the rising tears.
“It never occurred to her that for us to be happy, it required her here,” Miroku whispered brokenly, the novelty of not having the wind tunnel no longer seemed worth it.
“Sesshomaru,” Inuyasha tentatively laid a hand on the Taiyoukai’s shoulder.
Hollow amber eyes surrounded by red stared up at him. The hanyou gulped in fear and shock. Out of all of them, he would suffer the most. Kagome, the woman who had showed him how to love and be loved. The one that opened his heart and showed him life. The one he loved above all others. Whom he was going to ask to be his mate after Naraku’s demise.
“What is it you want from me, Inuyasha,” his voice seemed small, easily lost in the soft spring breeze.
“Can you not use Tenseiga,” Inuyasha asked, eyeing the blade of healing.
“Her soul… no longer resides in her body. It is held within the former priestess,” his words cut deeper then any blade ever could.
“The only way to bring her back is to kill… Kikyo,” he whispered, already knowing the answer and yet afraid to hear it.
“Inuyasha,” Miroku stepped up next to his best friend, “is Lady Kikyo’s life worth more to you then Lady Kagome’s?”
“Kikyo had her turn,” Sango wiped her tears away with harsh hands, “Kagome deserves to live. Kagome wasn’t meant to die!”
“She is my mama,” Shippo hissed, “she has people that love her and want her alive. She has family and friends and us! She has US! She helped us, protected us, fought with us and made all of this possible. Our thanks to her should be giving her the life she so deserves!”
“Can you not think of someone other then yourself for once, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru’s words, thou mono-toned, hit home.
The look on his brother’s face, the sadness in his eyes, reminded Inuyasha of the day he was told that Kikyo had passed away. It would not be fair for Sesshomaru to suffer the way he had. He would not wish that kind of pain on any other. His amber eyes caught sight of the bauble. The small pink ball that Kagome had tried to protect, even in death.
This was all his fault. He crouched down and gently picked up the small jewel between his pointer finger and thumb. Flecks of blood covered it’s surface, but the brightness of it showed it still remained pure. He curled his hand around it, wanting nothing more then to make it disappear.
“It’s all my fault. I was the one that wanted the jewel. My greed for this stupid thing caused Kikyo to lose her life and now Kagome. If I hadn’t kept her here, if I hadn’t forced her to stay by my side and find those damn shards, none of this would have happened. She never would have died. I wish this damn thing didn’t exist any more,” he snarled angrily.
“Some things happen that are out of our control,” Miroku tired to reassure his friend.
A warmth started in his hand causing his fingers to slide and touch his palm. Confused he uncurled his fingers to find nothing but air. His hand was empty, the pink gem was gone, just like that. It had vanished into thin air as if it hadn’t existed.
“No,” he nearly screamed, “no that wasn’t what I meant! She can’t have died for nothing!”