DISCLAIMER: I don't own Inuyasha and unless I magically win the lottery, but I doubt I'll ever will.

A/N: Thanks to my brand new beta Little R. :D

If there is one thing we can be certain of in life, it's that eventually we will die.


DEATH

By: Anne 79

Chapter 1

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
the carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

Emily Dickinson


"I never believed a person would die on me like this," he confessed, "let alone you." Kagome looked at him and gave him a small smile.

"You thought your sex-appeal would give us dying fellows the hope that, if we lived, then maybe one day, we could have the almighty Inuyasha Takahashi?" She whispered amused. "Oh Inuyasha!" She sighed. How he loved the way she said his name.

"Keh," he mumbled as he pulled his chair close to her. His heart was beating frantically in his chest knowing this would probably be his last chance to see her, touch her, talk to her.

"I would love to tell you that, if I had gone to Med-school, I would have chosen oncology as my field… but I don't know. I think I would have made an excellent researcher." She added with a smile, her lips suddenly trembled and she started coughing. He helped her sit straight while handing her a glass of water. She thanked him.

"I thought I would be different…" He said softly. I thought you would be different.

"Even after I had my first patient die on me… I thought I could make a difference". She giggled. He looked at her, confused; this was not a moment for giggling.

"Inuyasha, when are you going to understand you are not God that can save us all?" She asked. "Yes, you may have lost a few. But if you were so kind to them, as you have been to me, then…" She stopped panting. He shouldn't be forcing this conversation. She was in bad shape.

"Maybe I should leave..." He muttered trying to stand up. As he moved, she gave him a stern glare and, without hesitation, he sat back down.

"Now, what I was trying to say, before I was rudely interrupted?" She added yet another cold stare. "If you were so kind to those you have lost as you have been to me, then you have made a difference". He thought she had finished after she drank a bit of water.

"But you are still going to die," It was the first time he accepted it out loud. Her eyes warmed up at his statement. She grabbed his hand with a weak grip. He intertwined their fingers, as he knew she didn't have the strength to do it herself. He brought his lips to her hand. He gave small butterfly kisses and brushed his cheeks to her soft skin. He closed his eyes trying to memorize her texture, her smell …

"Inuyasha…" His eyes snapped open when he heard pain in her voice. His heart skipped a beat out of fear. He stood up quickly, grabbed her chart, and read the information on the machines. He saw her shut her beautiful azure eyes in pain. "It hurts." She managed to say. He opened the cabinet and pulled out another dose of morphine. He connected it to the IV.

"Do you want to sleep?" He asked, trying to stop his voice from quivering. He knew if she had enough morphine in her system, she could easily go to sleep. And never wake up.

"No".

"Kagome, if you are in pain…"

"I want to stay awake," she said as she opened her eyes softly.

"Alright," he said. He sat, back into his usual chair. He resumed caressing her arm, her hand, her face. She sighed, contented.

"Could you lie next to me?" She asked. He complied.

It had been two months she had entered in his life. Such a different person laid in the bed now. She had entered in his office without previous appointment, her long black hair shining, falling wildly in her shoulders. Her eyes had been determined, without bags under them. Her skin had been pearly white, her cheeks rosy from the cold wind outside.

She had entered without permission, taking down the walls he constructed around his heart, brain, and soul like a hurricane. Never doing anything she didn't want. Not even when he had begged her to get a last dose of radiation, not when he had told her about the medical trials. She had laughed and told him she would rather die with two months of happy, energetic memories than to stay alive for two years plugged into machines.

Maybe it was because she had had no one else to live for. No husband, children, parents, or siblings. She had once mentioned a friend from college; but she had told him it had been too long for her to pretend that the friend would feel obligated to take care of her. She should have known she now had him.

She was only 23. She had confessed to him once, while under the influence of several narcotics, she had never been with a man who could make her feel as he did with a smile. He had turned tomato-red with her confession; his dog-like ears had started moving frantically. He had kissed her that night.

He had avoided her for a whole day after that. Ashamed at his behavior and knowing how many hospital rules –hell, his own personal rules- he had broken by kissing her. Then a nurse ran urgently past him yelling something about a code blue in the Higurashi room. He still didn't know how he had managed to traverse the whole wing, just to get to her room, in less than a minute.

There was no code blue. Kagome knowing he had been avoiding her –rather rudely, she added- had made a plot with Sango, one of the nurses. He had yelled at her using every curse word in the dictionary and threatened to stop treating her. All without noticing she had stood up. Careful not to disconnect the machines and tubes in her body, she was standing in front of him.

"Are you done?" She had asked. He knew one of her perfect eyebrows was rising behind her bangs. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent while closing his eyes, and nodded. She was alright; there was no need to panic. Then he felt her feather-like lips on his, and her tongue quickly demanded for entrance. His arms immediately brought her frail body near to his. Her arms captured his neck.

After that she had told him, this time without narcotics, she thought he was the most special person she had ever known. He, in return, had told her she was the craziest one. At this, she chuckled and so did he.

"Inuyasha?" He was brought to present himself by her voice.

"Are you ok?" He asked afraid. He felt her nod under his chin.

"You were quiet," she explained. "This is the first time you remained quiet for more than five minutes," she continued.

"You aren't exactly a chit-chat monkey either," he muttered as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. He breathed in her scent once more.

"I'm about to die, I have the right to remain quiet," she said as she chuckled. She coughed a couple of times, making her point.

"So to stay quiet, I have to die?" He wondered out loud. "Well who knows, maybe I'll be lucky and, on the way home, a truck will hit my car." He muttered bitterly. Why did she have to die?

"Don't you ever say that!" She hissed pulling herself away from him with the little strength she had left so she could at him straight in the eye. "Inuyasha, promise me… promise me you will not do something foolish."

"I promise, yet what may seem foolish for you isn't necessarily foolish for me," he replied calmly. He did it on purpose. Her eyes widened scared, he felt her tremble in his arms. He regretted upsetting her. "I'm sorry," he apologized while leaning forward to kiss her.

"Please Inuyasha; I need you to live… I need you to live and do all the wonderful things that you are destined to do." She begged.

"I promise," he said honorably while he moved her and returned her to her rightful place in his arms.

"You will find an amazing woman who will give you beautiful and smart children… You will travel a lot, and you will take her to those places I showed you in my albums. And then you will discover the cure to cancer…"

"Could I win the lottery as well?" He asked interested. She giggled. She patted him playfully in his chest. "I mean, if my life will be so awesome… what's more awesome than winning the lottery?"

"Yes Inuyasha you will win the lottery. And you will invest it."

"Hey!" He whined. "I really wanted a Ferrari". She giggled.

"I'll make sure you get a Ferrari." He pulled her close so she could see him. He wiggled his eyebrows.

"You'll play your influences up there for my Ferrari?" He mumbled as he leaned closer to her face. He gave her a playful peck on the lips.

"Anything for the Ferrari," She said as she closed the space between them. Before their lips could meet again, the machines went mad.

She started convulsing in his arms. He rose quickly, screaming for nurses and doctors on call. Yet he could not let her go. He could not take her out of his arms. He noticed Sango's hand pulling his so she could take a better look at Kagome.

"Dr. Takahashi! Snap out of it!" Miroku pulled Kagome out of his arms. One of the male nurses restrained him from going any near to Kagome. Everyone knew if he did, he would do something foolish, something foolish like ignore the DNR form in the chart, or something foolish like ignoring Kagome's wishes to not be resuscitated.

His ears frantically moved to catch any sound coming from her body. He heard a heart beat which calmed his own, but then he heard something that froze his blood.

Silence.