Challenges, Drabbles, & Oneshots...(part 2) by r0o by sugar0o who lurks

Reflections - Contemplative/Tragedy/Drama

An: this is for SKYE's weekly Challenge: LIFE. TOTALLY LATE like beyond reason sumitting it, but oh well.

Rating: M, ONESHOT, Summary: End of the hunt, she's giving up so that he can be happy, and a spirit who has been there for it all has his thoughts on the matter.

Reflections

Kagome walked slowly through the woods, she had been walking slowly for hours. Her power casting out without her awareness as her listless eyes look out before her. She was lost in thought, in memoriam of all that had happened. They had defeated the bastard unnaturally made hanyou, but her would be lover, was in pain in mourning, and has pushed her away.

While he was her beloved, his beloved was her former incarnate. A woman born of dark magic, youkai spells, stolen souls and hate. The thing, could not even be called a woman. No blood flowed through her clay body, no heat emanated from her being, she could not cry, or show emotions, she could not even give the inuhanyou an offspring. And yet he would deny the one that loved him, and fall helplessly into the arms of the one how wanted him dead and in hell for crimes he did not commit.

She should have been stronger, for so long she had been stronger, but like a weathered stone in a river bed, no matter how hard her wall were made, eventually his neglect, and negativity broke her down, her hard walls now broken and smooth, open to his harsh ways.

Would he miss her when she was gone? She doubted it. He would more then likely lay blame on her, and on himself for a failure that was not really his own, protecting that thing when she would so willingly walk into hells fires for him. Still, she was doing this for him. They said if you loved someone, that you must let him go, and if he never comes back… He was never yours to begin with. She was certain that the dog would not come back for her, he would only come for the supposed lost honor in her untimely death.

Slowly shaking legs brought her to the cliff, it was near the small like that she had first bathed in this era. The drop was at least ten meters. She might even live if she landed right, but that wouldn’t matter in the end. A small dagger glinted in the soft light around her, and Kagome did not watch as she took the blade and pulled it across the delicate skin of her wrists. Biting her lip she merely gasped, her eyes held tightly, as she allowed herself to take the final shaky steps off the cliffs edge, her head going first.

When she hit, her life was not long for this world, dizzy and barely seeing above her. Kagome smiled. She would show him that she loved him, for she would die for him not by someone elses hands but her own, so that he could be happy with the one he loved. She barely noticed the gentle caress of the one that had followed her.

The girl had not noticed the spirit that had walked with her, her own agony too great to bear to be aware of the creature that followed her, that saw her last moments. He sighed deep in his throat looking at the body of the woman in distaste. There was no honor here, this death was a false death. He watched as the soul of the body lazily pulled itself from the body, before it balled up, glowing brightly, an heading off to the ‘living’ remainder that was housed in the clay ‘flesh.’ he did not follow, instead looking still at the body of the girl that had loved his youngest pup.

The boy was a fool.

He had always thought that in giving his life for the life of his youngest pup and the pups mother he had done the honorable thing. After all, as a male you were meant to protect what was yours. Sesshomaru could protect himself, he had made sure of that, and Hatsumomo, she was death incarnate to anyone that pissed her off enough, or even breathed the wrong way. He’d been so tired and bored with his long life when he’d stumbled upon the human hime, trying to escape her palace life for an afternoon, so taken with her.

She was an easy lay, and had fawned over him, a dangerous yet beautiful youkai lord. It hadn’t taken more then the once, her overly fertile human body to become laid heavy with pup, and everything had gone to hell then. The dragons of the North had called him weak simply because he had not killed her and the half-breed she would bare. In truth he had been indifferent to it all, even her being pupped, until he had found out that her family was actually holding her hostage and planned to kill the pup and marry the female off.

Call it some damned instinct but she carried his offspring in her belly, his blood would flow through that being, it was as if they were going to kill apart of him. Yet still he had been called away to challenge, failing in his opinion as he had only managed to seal the beast and become mortally wounded, he had raced off to save the small part of him that lay in the woman-child’s womb. He has saved her, them, yet he had died. It had been the end of his life, but there was life even in death.

Sealed in swords ripped in a set, part lay within Tensaiga, given to his oldest, in hopes to teach lessons that the boy had refused to grasp as he stood in the living world. The other half lay in Tetsaiga, sealed in a tomb, which lay in a pearl, placed in the eyes of the newborn he had died for. More protection then he could hope to physically give. He had watched the young boy grow up. Admittedly, knowing that Sesshomaru would have little to no hand in his raising and if he did it would not be gentle at that.

The former Inu-no-Taishou stared long at the little body bloody and broken, a deep sigh at the sight. He had watched the boy from the time of his death, until he had been awaken more in the world by the fact that Tetsaiga had been pulled from it’s resting place. He was surprised to find that the one with a heart made to wield the sword had been a human, a miko at that, for all he had known at that moment, she should not have been able to do it. More aware then he had been in a long time, he had felt alive.

Life was so precious, he’d remembered thinking.

The first uncomfortable moments with his eldest though, had really shocked him though, the girl, while holding a sword that was both a fang and part of his soul. She wanted to live, and in those moments when death had been upon her, she had shared her life with him as she held the sword, and he had found something so rare and beautiful in her soul. Something he had never expected to be there.

The girl, as he was made aware, was like a sheath, a container for a jewel, the cursed bauble that had been wished away already, before she had taken her life, and given it to the selfish clay being that no doubt by now was awake, and no longer ‘dying.’ He scoffed, as if something dead could indeed DIE. But in the reincarnation, the sheath, the container, he has seen the peek of something that should not lay within a miko’s soul.

A pulse, low and heady with power beat ever so near him, and he watched with morbid attention, as the girls blood slowly seemed to draw back into her body. He began to smirk as the pulse happened yet again, as he could see her ears slowly changing, shifting, her dull human nails becoming claws. Indeed, she was a sheath, a container, more importantly a counterbalance. If there were three parts youkai to the one miko soul in the jewel, it’s container to be not only it’s equal, the sheath would need to be stronger, more importantly, it would need to be mostly miko, but a part. A small precious part, would need to be youkai.

The pulse picked up more, and from not too far the spirit, felt yet another pulse, he floated towards the female, her blood now back in her body, watching as her limbs were repaired, her body mended, her hair grew. The pulse was now no longer dull and thick like a staccato heart beat but heavy, and thrumming with power. The little youkai had woken within the girl. He smirked as she began to stir and for this one moment, he would interfere in the lives of those that were living.

Feeling his eldest making his way towards the girl, Tensaiga at his side bringing him closer, the former taishou made his way to the unseeing girl and took from her the torment that was his youngest offspring from her mind, heart, and soul. Indeed he had watched all and knew everything. He dulled the knowledge of the humans she would leave behind the kit that would mourn her loss, and left only what was needed. Waving his hand as she woke her cloths were changed. Did he feel bad for doing this? Perhaps, but she had lived one life, and died for someone he regretted leaving in this world unattended.

If his youngest could not have her, keep her, and shelter her, then perhaps his eldest could. Finally she was beginning to wake fully, and in those last few moments, he watched as Sesshomaru came into the clearing, Tensaiga singing at his side, looking at the female inuyoukai that stood unknowingly by his dead sire’s side. He was confused, but the look his father gave him was one he had learned long ago.

He was not to question it, but to accept, and deal with. He didn’t think he’d like that idea, specially at the idea of dealing with a female inu, but when her large innocent eyes looked up at him, they were a dark brandy gold cold, tanned skin that was blemish free, and raven tresses that hung down her curvaceous body provocatively, the daiyoukai could not help the small gulp he felt when he looked at her, nor the feelings that were brought about when her husky voiced asked the question that would set off his inner most curiosity.

“Who am I?” and then followed by an even more unsure, “ ...and…Who are you?”

He watched, his hand on Tensaiga’s hilt as his father ambled over to him and stated a name he knew, a name he questioned, ‘Kagome’ spoke the wraith. Sesshomaru mimicked him, and he watched as the onna tilted her head in confusion. He didn’t know what to say or do, as they seemingly stared at one another for a while before Sesshomaru decided he had seen enough and turned to leave. “Wait!” her husky sweet voice called after him, causing the dai to stop, he did not look back. And his father could not help but smirk.

“I don’t know where I am, who I really am, what I’m supposed to be doing. I…’She stuttered for a moment before asking what she really wanted to know, “C-Can I come with you?” he turned his head only enough to eye her, perhaps wondering how much trouble she would end up being, before he began to walk again.

It was only a moment later that she heard his voice call back, “Do as you please, Kagome.” The onna perked at the name before making her way after him. The onna had followed.

The former Inu-no-Taisho smirked to himself. He was done following the life of his youngest, done helping him wield the great sword. The boy had proven that he had no honor in life if he could so easily destroy something so powerful and pure as the reborn Shikon Miko. He would have to make his lot in life with no more help from the one who had been watching him since birth or the one that he had knowingly or not begun to depend on. The Kagome he knew had died today. Taking her own life so that one who was undeserving could live again. But life went on, and for those that were deserving, new beginnings were afoot. Slowly the spirit dripped from the sight and senses of anyone that might have been able to feel him, and the once great dai followed after the onna and his eldest.

He had protected her since she had pulled Tetsaiga from it’s resting place, he saw no reason to stop now that she was different and with the other son.

Life, was just kinda of funny like that.

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End AN: Yeah if this makes NO sense sorry, i wrote it in 30 mins at 6 am, which is actually right before my bedtime.