I Fell for Myself by Stella Mira

Namu Amida Butsu

Everyone stared, shell-shocked, as the wind witch began to disintegrate into iridescent powder and wisps of wind right before their eyes. Kagome felt all moisture dry in her mouth at their foe's demise, the sting of pity behind the membranous surface of her eyes. Kagura might have been an enemy, but no one deserved such a death. Sesshōmaru's expression was unreadable, statuesque, jaw clenched with tension, with dips of disapproval. It was Inuyasha who ruptured the silence with a nasty curse, burying his sword in the ground with force.

"What the fuck just happened!? This wasn't the first time the traitorous bitch betrayed him! Why kill her now?" Outrage colored his voice, morphed it into growl-like sounds.

"The information she revealed must be vital. The wind sorceress tested Naraku's patience further than she should have." Sesshōmaru gave a shake of his head, imperceptible.

"Then that means she wasn't lying…" Kagome's whisper was too low, more of a question, less of a statement, a distraction from the vain death she had witnessed.

"I believe so, yes." The daiyōkai nodded, more curt than usual.

"Keh, rest in peace, wench. You're free from that bastard now at least." Inuyasha picked up the feathers she always wore in her hair and released them in the billows of the wind – and Kagome prayed for her passing.

"Namu amida butsu. Rest in peace, Kagura."