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"You
have to stop this, love!" She said, carefully tracing his palm with her silky fingers. "This addiction, it's killing you!"
She pleaded. Inuyasha could hardly hear her through the high. He knew she was right, but none of it mattered, only the next
fix, only the next high. What did she know anyway? Kikyo didn't know the hunger, the need. She didn't know what it was like
to feel like you were dying every day until you got the fix, the needle, the drugs.
"I know." He replied automatically. As soon as she let up he could go.
"Inuyasha, look at me, please." She begged, and he looked up at her. He froze. Something in his mind flipped
on and he saw himself in her eyes. He was sick, an addict. His hair was ragged, tangled and unwashed. His clawed fingers were
untended and pointed as they would have been were he in the wild, like in the olden days. He was shaking and could not focus
on the people, no, person he loved.
"K-Kikyo. . ." he
said slowly. "Kikyo. . ." he repeated, burying his face in her arms and sobbing. "My Kikyo. . ."
"It's alright, Inuyasha, it's alright. We'll get through this somehow . . ."
"We'll
get through this somehow!" He yelled, startling Sango. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she carefully examined the
painting's back.
"Are you okay, Kimadora?" she questioned.
"God, I hate this!" He bellowed and tore out of the room, racing onto the balcony. Sango followed him,
but was much slower. By the time she got to the window, there was no sight of him except the open window and the curtains
blowing in the wind. The rain was coming in through the window, and Sango pushed it shut, staring out the window for several
minutes, thinking.
* * * * * * * *
To say that Inuyasha ran would be a great understatement. Inuyasha was going as fast as he could. He
was running faster than he'd ever done before. Even when he was angry, he'd never run like this before. He couldn't see anything
that passed him, not from the rate at which he was moving, but because he wasn't even really aware that he was running.
He ran because he couldn't fight this enemy. He couldn't use his fists to pound it. He couldn't use
his claws to shred it. He couldn't even touch this enemy. He was trapped in his darkest nightmare and there was no way he
could defend himself, let alone save the ones hurting from it.
Hours went by and night fell, but he kept running. He was soaked and somewhere along the line he'd
lost his shoes and his jacket. His shirt, once clean white and freshly starched, hung open and was pulled out of his pants.
His hair was soaked and clung to his body, some of it curled around his throat like white snakes.
Suddenly, the ocean was before him. How far had he run? He had a wild thought of racing into the waters
and letting the storm-maddened waves drag him under. He could just end it now, and never have to deal with any of this again.
He could see Kikyo again . . .
Before he knew what he was doing, he was tearing into the sea, the rain pounding down on him and the
waves beating against him. Then, an enormous wave rose up above his head and he stretched his arms out in welcoming and threw
his head back as if embracing the furious sea's wrath. This is it, he thought.
The wave washed over him, pounding him into the ground and dragging him along. He thought he was being
pulled out to sea, but instead, the water drained off him, and he was left on the beach drenched and furious.
He forced himself to his knees, the energy he'd used finally hitting him. He stared up at the sky,
rain filling his vision. Then he screamed, a hollow howl of a broken hearted man, "Kiiiiiikyooooooo!" His wail filled the
air over the thunder.
"Why?"
"Why did you take her?" he demanded of the sky.
"Who ever you are! Whatever's making this world into hell! Why did you take her!" He demanded.
"Give her back!" he yelled, his voice breaking into a sob. "I need her! I loved her!" He begged. The
sky offered no answer, and Inuyasha fell forward holding him. "Give me my soulmate!" he whispered. "I need her. . ." his arms
ceased to support him at that moment, and he fell into the sand unconscious.
* * * * * * * *
Kagome woke with a start. She was in pain. Her chest felt as though someone was plunging a knife into
it. For several minutes she was unable to breathe, but soon the pain went away, and she was fine. She was weakened by it,
but nothing more. She stumbled out of bed and got a glass of water before returning to her bed and falling asleep almost instantly.
When she woke in the morning, she remembered nothing, nothing but her dream about the ocean and the stormy black sky.
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