Another Piece of my Heart...
Kagome lay wrapped in the warmth of her sleeping bag, her attention drawn to the hanyou nearly hidden in the trees. His silver hair glistened softly in the moonlight, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady.
Turning her head, she studied the dying embers of the fire, its orange flame licking across broken pieces of timber. Its crackle provided a melody to the song the night creatures sang.
Sleep wouldn't find her tonight, that much she knew, but she didn't dwell on it. She'd manage, she always did. Maybe they could find a spring to bathe in tomorrow. Kami knew she'd kill for a bath right now.
It was then that she felt the familiar pull of her soul - that ever present twinge that always alerted her to ' her ' presence.
Kikyo.
Kagome lifted her eyes finding the erie soul collectors that accompanied Kikyo in her travels. Their white bodies glowed in the midnight air as they floated over head, their bodies wrapping themselves around a now alert Inuyasha standing on the tree branch above her, nose lifted to the air.
Her vision blurred, the pale glow of Kikyo's soul collectors still present as they beckoned Inuyasha to join their mistress in the stillness of the night - a midnight interlude between two people who had been so close, yet remained so far apart.
The russling of the tree branches alerted her to Inuyasha's departure. Her gaze followed his retreating form as it was swallowed up in the shadows until nothing remained but her splintered heart and the tears in her eyes.
She rolled to her side as she tried in vain to control her emotions. But despite her efforts, a single tear escaped rolling leisurely down the side of her face leaving a shimmering trail to glisten in the fleeting light of the fire. It pooled at the edge of her ear, hanging on briefly before giving in to gravity and falling into the mass of raven silk beneath her head. It was followed by another and another as she finally lost her grip on the flooding emotions that warred within her.
It was a surge of anguish so intense that had she been standing it would have surely knocked her to her knees, tearing her apart piece by piece until she was nothing but a sad example of the woman she used to be. It showed her the sad reality life was beginning to turn her into- a woman hopelessly in love with a half demon who was hopelessly in love with his past.
Uncertainty took hold of her tattered heart; a wordless symphony whispering past her broken mind until everything inside echoed in endless misery.
Would he always run to the woman who'd lived and died so many years ago? And could she really blame him if he did? Sure, it hurt. It hurt like Hell, but she'd never take that love from him. She'd never make him choose because love was unconditional and loyal; a caress of emotion that could nurture and sooth, forgive and forget.
And if she waited long enough, loved hard enough, maybe his love would find her. Maybe, just maybe, if she held on a little longer he would see her, really see her. She would have to be content with his friendship, allow him the time he needed to search his own heart.
And for the love of Inuyasha she would. She'd hold on because she'd give up eternity if she could find heaven in that hanyou's embrace.