Author's Note
Well, here's the last bit of "You Are Everything To Me." I hope you all have enjoyed it! There will be a third story coming soon, I may take a break and work on my other's more, all depends on what you all think should happen…anywho, hope you enjoy this last bit! Please don't let the last bit confuse you…it will make more sense by at least the end of the next one…thank you.
Oh, and the poem used for the scene transitions is called "The Journey," By Kevin Lawrence
Sammy-Sama
Epilogue: You Are Everything To Me
The tension became unbearably thick, as every member standing, even those who had fallen yet refused to admit defeat held their breath; awaiting the outcome of the fight they'd currently been locked in. The dust settled around the darkened city, the inhabitants having reseeded into hiding to escape the onslaught from the evil hanyou.
Shocked gasps rang through the now cleared area as they looked upon the aftermath of their combined powers and attacks. There, hovering no more than ten feet above the ground was Naraku, protected in an impenetrable barrier, one which even proved too strong for the fabled steel fang to pierce. The hanyou taking refuge however, had not escaped unharmed, on the contrary he sustained fatal wounds; having had his body almost totally torn to shreds.
Standing the closest to the fleeting hanyou, were his greatest enemies; unable to prevent the evil beings escape.
"This isn't over," Naraku taunted, "Far from it."
The sphere of a barrier continued to rise until it was almost touching the clouds. As soon it was barely visible, the hanyou was encompassed by his noxious miasma and vanished, just as he had done many times before.
To say the group was pissed would be an understatement. Tattered and beaten to the point of near death and exhaustion; they'd been put through hell and back and never seemed to get a chance at a quiet life.
"That's it!" The young hanyou shrieked, her voice revealing how truly infuriated she was, a hand going to her right shoulder; gingerly pressing down upon the deep gash, "We did all that and he just got away?"
"Damn it," The young Southern Ruler cursed, her ebony wings folding behind her back as her mate helped support her, the blood having stopped flowing from the injury on the woman's leg.
"Be careful Ally," the woman's mate warned, moving one of his own wings to circle around her, trying to support her more.
"I'm not the one we need to worry about Soshi," Ally replied sullenly, her indigo eyes locked with the small group slightly ahead of her, "We haven't seen all the death in store today I'm afraid."
Soshi followed his mate's gaze with his own ginger one, locking on to the Western Lord, the monk, demon slayer, twin tail, kitsune, hanyou and miko, his eyes darkening as the foul stench of death began to seep into his nose.
"Maybe I was wrong all along," Ally admitted, her voice shaky and laced with sorrow, "Even though her knight came, she doesn't get a fairy tale ending. They over came time to be together, fate shouldn't deny her of the happy ending she deserves."
"Perhaps, it will be all right in the end," Soshi offered, trying to console his mate.
"I hope so," Ally said, her eyes turning to her friend, the miko unaware of how seriously her mate was injured, "For Kagome's sake if nothing else."
Here we sit, waiting for time always in line.
There is no end, only the journey.
The Lunar wolf sheathed her sword, the majestic onyx blade sliding easily into the sheath. Her grey eyes turning stone cold as her gaze turned towards her 'pack,' a forlorn expression upon her face.
Through everything they'd been through, they'd grown close, much like a family; it would be hard to move on with out each other. The demon scanned her surroundings, taking in the sight of the assassin's mutilated body and the Southern Lord's brother's body. The young woman began to sway slightly, the extreme loss of blood finally taking its toll on her.
An arm encircled the demon's waist, pulling her weakened body towards a strong chest.
"You need to rest Artemis," her mate scolded, "There's no need for you to do any more."
"You're wrong Koji," Artemis hissed, her clawed hand moving to clutch her side, the slash Naraku had delivered still refused to close, "Where's Yumiko and Kisho?"
"Over there," Koji replied, pointing his index finger towards the bickering couple. Apparently Yumiko had refused the offer her mate gave to aide her, the clothing of the wolf stained a deep crimson.
The two stopped their argument, Kisho having caught something on the gentle passing wind. Both demon's turned towards the Northern Rulers, their expressions matching that of Artemis'.
"Is he…?" Yumiko whispered, her stormy eyes full of concern for the injured hanyou.
"I don't know," The older wolf replied, "I just don't know."
Where we stand, we're never sure, so insecure.
And in the end, only the journey.
The young demon exterminator aided the young monk as he limped towards their gathering comrades. Both having an expression of worry and sorrow across their tired and battle scared faces. They had seen too much death in their life time; having come originally from the 'warring states era' it's was a common occurrence. Though it was always a different story when it came to one of your own.
"Why does it have to end this way Miroku?" the young woman questioned, her small feline jumping to perch itself atop her shoulder, gently nuzzling the young woman's neck comfortingly.
"I have a feeling it's not over," the monk admitted, some how he just couldn't grasp this as the end, it couldn't be; "I don't think it's over Sango, the fates wouldn't be so cruel to one such as InuYasha. He's had to endure enough in his life time."
"Miroku's right," the young demon offered, his jade orbs locking with the slayers deep chestnut ones, "I mean, look at all he's done. He deserves a chance to live the life everyone is entitled to."
"What about us?" Sango inquired, "The family we lost. Will we ever have a life like we were meant to have? Will we ever have a chance to be happy? Will you Riku?"
"Over the years I've found that with ever turn in life there are rewards and consequences, much like there is with everything," Riku explained, his eyes giving him a look of all knowing, "I choose to take the road less traveled, pave my own way so there is no telling for me. However, it is true you've lost your family. I think just about everyone here has, with the exception of Kagome. But in loosing your family Sango, have you not gained another?"
She thought for a moment. He was right, she had gained another family and just like her first one members were dying and that tore her to pieces.
"I'm just tired of all the senseless blood shed," Sango admitted, her head bowed as they stood with the others.
"Aren't we all," Miroku nodded, his violet eyes casting glances around to his comrades before closing, "Aren't we all."
There we go; working, trying, hoping, sighing.
But in the end, only the journey.
The young female hanyou stood next to her mate, herself having sustained little injury was currently tending to the fallen demon. She watched her uncle intently, something about him just didn't seem right, though she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Come to think of it…" she thought, looking around to all her friends coming to stand around them, "Why does everyone look so sad? Sure Naraku escaped but some good came out of it too."
The woman's amber eyes turned towards her father and as soon as she looked into his normally placid face, never showing any sign of emotion, she was terrified. No longer did the demon lord support his barriers, his emotions now clearly visible on his face.
"What's wrong?" She questioned, her tone hushed.
"InuYasha is pretty banged up," the man laying prone on the ground answered, his navy eyes locking with her own, "He's not in good shape Mia."
Tears began to water in the hanyou's eyes as she turned her attention back to her uncle. Upon closer inspection she could plainly see the blood which stained his normally bright red haori a deep crimson. She could see the light puddle of blood the man was currently standing in, his blood.
"No," the hanyou gasped, tearing her gaze from her unstable uncle to land on her father's tall figure, "Father, what does this mean?"
"I have my doubts he'll make it," The demon replied gravely, his molten gaze darkening, "He's lost too much blood."
Currents of silver fell down the woman's cheeks as she turned away from the disheartening scene before her, "No, he can't…he just can't."
The injured man painfully pulled himself into a sitting position, wrapping two strong, bloodied arms around his mate as he began to rub soothing circles on the woman's back.
"Shhhh," He whispered, "Everything will be okay Mia."
"I'm just so scared Seiji," Mia choked, her voice barely audible, "So very scared."
Who we meet alters the way we see each day.
But in the end, only the journey.
The three stood, they were far enough from the battle field to remain undetected, yet close enough to be able to see and hear everything that was going on.
The two adults watched as the group before them began to gather around the soon to be fallen hanyou, tears making their way to the young woman's eyes.
"Shhhh," The young man said softly, wrapping an arm around the young woman's waist as he looked down towards her, "Everything will turn out all right."
"I know," The woman replied, her voice choked with sobs, "It's just every time I think of this it hurts…just imagine the pain in seeing it again."
"I understand," The man nodded, then turned to look towards his daughter, her golden eyes alit with horror.
"I had no idea," The youngest of the three whispered, her molten orbs turning to lock with her father's, "I had no idea that the stories were true…that all this time people were fighting over me."
"Not you essentially," The young man replied, his own amber gaze softening towards his pup, "but what you carry."
The young woman nodded, turning her attention from her distraught mother and father whom was comforting her; to the battle field before her…to where the story she'd been told countless times as a child had begun; to where her parent's very own Fairy tale began.
When we run; looking to race, striving for place.
Still, in the end, only the journey.
"That bastard," The hanyou seethed, his breathing labored as he leaned against his fabled sword for support, "not again."
The hanyou growled deeply in spite of his serious injuries. He cursed that damned Naraku, Suisei and Toshi. Had the last pair not interfered then he wouldn't have had a problem.
A sharp pain seized the man's chest, the sensation of his heart being crushed becoming too much for the hanyou to handle. His knees buckled from the pain, his vision blurring and slipping in and out of focus as he collapsed to the ground. The young man began to cough violently, afterwards trying helplessly to regain the much needed air to his deprived organs.
Hearing the violent fits coming from her mate, the miko turned to asses the damage done. As soon as her deep hazel eyes landed on the wounded hanyou, they widened exponentially as she ran towards the valiant fighter.
"InuYasha!" The woman called loudly, patting her mate's back gently; trying to help him even out his breathing.
"Ka…go...me," InuYasha wheezed, unable to replenish the air to his lungs.
"Lye down," Kagome instructed, trying to lay the hanyou down on his back, resting the man's head in her lap.
The young man's amber eyes looked up into the worried and frightened eyes of his mate; his silver, blood stained hair fanning around him. A small stream of blood began to ooze from the hanyou's lips, his eyes loosing focus once more.
"You've got to stay with me InuYasha," Kagome ordered, tears beginning to form in her eyes, the corners of which starting to burn, "You can't leave me…leave us…"
InuYasha's eyes suddenly closed tight, a spasm overcoming his body as another wave of pain shot up his spine. Once the feeling had passed, he opened his molten eyes and stared up at his mate once more, a look of regret and sadness upon his face.
"I'm sorry, Kagome," The hanyou whispered, slowly taking a hand and resting it on the young woman's cheek, "I'm so sorry."
Silver ribbons began to flow down the miko's face, the currents landing on her beloved's cheeks, sobs now wracking her body as she choked, "You have nothing to be sorry for…you kept your promise."
Her mate managed a half hearted smile as his hand fell to rest on the woman's now slightly showing stomach, "I did, didn't I."
Kagome nodded vigorously, ebony tresses flying wildly about her head.
InuYasha smiled up at the woman above him, putting all the emotion he had left into it, conveying just how much this woman meant to him; trying to tell her that no matter what, she would always have him by her side, forever.
"I love you Kagome," The hanyou whispered as the fire in the young man's eyes dimmed, the once blazing amber irises becoming dulled as they closed. Never again would the young lord see his mate, feel her lips against his or the gentle touch in which she use to tend to his wounds.
"I love you too InuYasha," Kagome whispered sadly, collapsing atop the hanyou's chest, her body quivering with uncontrollable sobs.
The skies were a dark ash color that day, even the clouds morning the death of one of the greatest warriors to the world. A gentle rain began to fall upon the battle field, mixing with the saline tears falling from the members gathered in the area.
They mourned for the people lost, those lost over 500 years ago and those lost that day. They grieved for the father who would never see his son, and for the son who would never know his father. Oh how the hanyou had thought his life was perfect, finally he got what he rightfully deserved. A loving mate and family at his side.
The rulers of the four territories of Japan stood with their mate's around the fallen lord and his mate, each grieving for the passing of the brave hanyou, praying silently for the man's peaceful journey beyond the world of the living. The monk and slayer stood quietly next to the distraught miko, trying to find comfort in each other at the loss of their friend, and the kitsune trying to find comfort for the loss of yet another father. The pack of wolves bowing their heads respectfully, the prince having never been anything like a friend to the fallen hanyou bowed honorably. Not for the stupid mutt who had saved his weak butt on several occasions, but for the grand warrior he turned out to be.
The Lord of the Western Lands raised his face towards he heaven's, is ember eyes searching the sky, letting the cool rain wash over his face. The image of his mate smiling down at him began to form in the clouds and what she'd said to him the day before rang through his head.
"It's not over Sesshomaru-Sama," the faded voice of Rin informed, "Your father gave you two your swords to keep you from fighting. Yet he also gave them to you to insure you would look after one another. Would he have wanted his son to be taken from this world just as his life was turning around? There is much that needs to be done in the time ahead and you will find him a valuable asset."
"I now know what you meant Rin," Sesshomaru whispered, his voice barely audible.
The only sounds one would have been able to hear, had they been anywhere near the battle ground, would have been those of the rain pattering as it collided with the surrounding buildings and rubble, as well as the wracked sobs from the mourning pack around the hanyou. Yet, if you listened, and I mean really listened, you could just barely hear the clank of metal hitting metal; the great healing fang trembling violently against the young Lord's waist, the demon in turn placing a clawed hand upon the hilt and drawing the blade, the metal scraping the inside of the sheath as it was removed. The blade began to glow a unearthly blue as it was used to vanquish an unseen enemy and restore the light to a torch once extinguished.
What we see in our mind's eye soon makes us cry.
So in the end, only the journey.
Author's Note
Well, there's the end to another story in this trilogy….do you all hate me for what happened? Did you all get the whole torch thing? I was so happy when I thought of that…thought of it myself :puffs chest out with importance: so proud of my self :smiles: well anyway… wrote this a while ago, even before the story was done…lol...I go SO out of order. Well anyway I just wanted to thank all of you who read this and give a big thanks to InuObsessed on AnimeSpiral and Hearii-sama here on for following me from all the way from the 1st story…they've reviewed and given me SO much advice and comments I just wanted to thank you…and to thank all of you who reviewed because with out you there would be no updates! Okay well if you all want to find out what happens next check out the last story in this long line of stories called Omnia Vincit Amour- Love Conquers All you guys need to have 10 reviews before I post the next story…because I post the last chappie and epilogue so soon... anyway…hope you all enjoyed this story and will continue on our favorite hanyou and his friend's journey as they finally defeat Naraku. Thank you. This is Sammy-Sama over and out.
Omnia Vincit Amour- Love Conquers All
Summary: A Life Lost, Now Regained. Naraku's escaped for the last time, the group's willingness to go to the ends of the earth in order to bring him down will cause them to once again wind up in the world where their adventure began. With the birth of Kagome and InuYasha's child comes the threat of the Shikon no Tama once more. In order to protect the jewel they now must protect what they hold dear, yet when Naraku gets his hand's on it, what will they do to get their child back? Old friends reunite and come together once again to put a stop to the greatest evil the world has ever seen.