I know what your thinking, ugh ANOTHER one, I know...but let me tell you a little secret, I have about 15 waiting to be published! Sometimes writing new stuff helps be work on the old stuff. Anyway, I was going to wait before posting any of my new work but I duno something moved me to go ahead and post.
The song is turning pages/ I don't own crap
Iv waited 100 years
The Western Lord slowly and gracefully made his way to the torn battle that he had missed. His feet stopped, the ground below his feet was so dry, so dead that his strong foot lifted dust as it settled into the earth.
The wind blew strange and hard and he could still smell the power of her arrow and holy power.
He lifted his site and found the spot were Naraku had finally fallen like most people he missed judged and underestimated the miko.
His eyes searched more and found blood stains, he could tell just by the smell that they all had been hurt, but...
They were alive.
But as the wind settle something was amiss, something was lacking. He could still smell traces of fear, anger, determination and then, sadness?
He turned from the broken and dead battlefield and changed his direction, pulling in and expanding he became nothing more than a ball of light made of energy, disappearing then re-appearing with easy strides back to walking as if he had just walked there.
He could smell them, they were close.
Well almost all of them. They reeked of tiredness and there it was again sadness.
He gracefully walked towards them, unhurried and calm like always.
They came into sight, the slayer was tending to the monk and Inuyasha was being tended to the once dead while the kit was perched on top of the demon cat and they didn't seem to be bothered by his approaching person. He came close and stopped, the wind blew again and with it, the absents of her scent. He looked around quickly, she was no were to be found so his eyes settled back in his half-brother, who was now meeting his graze.
No words were spoken.
Kikyo finished and Inuyasha stood with the help of his sword.
Sesshomaru took a breath,
"K, Come on, something I need to show you" Inuyasha finally spoke, limping.
They walked in silence, Sesshomaru followed his bother till he reached an old well.
The bone eaters well.
Inuyasha looked down it and then back at his brother "Shes gone" He said,
Sesshomaru merely blinked,
Inuyasha looked back down "It took her back"
Sesshomaru didn't understand, but the sadness coming of Inuyasha was insulating something.
"What has taken the miko" He finally spoke,
Inuyasha looked back at him "The well"
"A well, meant for demons had taken the miko?" He questioned,
"Yeah" The wind blew strong again "She far away now, so far away in time, I don't think ill ever see her again" His voice laced with sadness.
"Inuyasha, explain," He said growing tired,
"Sesshomaru, Kagome was from the future"