Forever Never Forgotten, Forever Never forget

Forever Never Forgotten, Forever Never forget.

It was their breaking point. They had, had enough. They had their own reasons for wanting this battle to be over. They were all getting weak, well, all but one demon Lord. Their willpower is what kept them going. They didn't want any more of this cat and mouse game, no more hide-n-seek, no more tricks. They were all together, all standing to fight the evil once and for all! They all had their own reasons. They had come to agree that this would be the last battle.

Inuyasha had many reasons to fight this last battle. Kikyo, the one he first loved, the one he still loved. While he did love Kagome, he had promised another a promise he could not go back on; he could not leave her; this was not her fault; she just loved him, and he loved her. He knew Kagome understood, would understand. He also fought for her; he promised to protect her. He fought for his friends. He fought so they could all live and love in peace.

Kagome had her reasons to complete the jewel and rid the world of its power. She fought for Inuyasha. She stood by his side. She fought because he fought; she fought so he could have what his heart desired; he deserved it he had done so much for her, his life was a constant struggle, and she didn't want that for him anymore. It would make her happy to know he was happy. She fought for her friends; she fought because she was tired, tired of being pushed and pulled, needed and not needed; she was just tired.

Sango had her reasons. Her family, her brother, Miroku, she loved them all. She just wanted to start her life. She wanted to have a family; she had been without one for so long. She fought for her friends. She fought for the ones she loved, both dead and alive.

Miroku had his reasons. The curse that would take his life if it did not end. He fought for his own life; he fought for his friends. He fought for Sango so that he may be with her, so that she may bare his children. He fought so he could give her a family.

Kikyo had her reasons for her life lost, for Inuyasha, for his love. She fought to right what was wronged. She fought because she had to.

Sesshomaru had his reasons. No one dares to insult him and lives. Sesshomaru's reasons were his own, and he was not one to let them be known. He fought for power. He fought for himself. He fought for more than he realized.

Naraku. This was it; they would not let him get away again. They were all done with this. This would be the end. Kikyo stood away from everyone, near the forest with her bow. She was calm. Miroku stood next to Sango, his hand holding his other hand, he overused it, and it hurt. Sango stood holding onto Kirara, she was out of breath, and her cheek was bleeding along with her legs. Kagome stood in between Inuyasha and Sesshomaru; both men were a few feet away from her. Inuyasha stood with his sword, the tip on the ground. He was panting, blood flowing from his head and arm. Sesshomaru stood with all his glory; his breath was faster than normal, but no big deal to the Lord of the West.

The wind blew, not a sound around them. As the wind blew harder, making Kagomes's hair dance around her, she let go of her arrow; she let go of it with such force and hate that when the arrow left her finger, it made it bleed. Kagome's jaw set tight, and she closed her eyes, waiting.

The bright light made them all turn away, well, everyone but Sesshomaru, Kikyo, and Kagome. There was no scream, no last words, no last attempt; there was nothing. Nothing meaning...

She, Kagome, had sent a death blow to Naraku; her arrow alone killed him.