By TygerShark:
A Bad Dream
Running, running, running.
All he does is run.
He cannot fly, though he tries hard,
Leaping among the ancient trees.
A village, seen only as a gap in the forest.
He goes to it.
I could have told him what waited there.
Inuyasha!
I could have stopped him for the point of keeping him here.
I let him go on.
I let him fly towards his heart's doom.
In the depths of my heart, I called to him,
I begged him not to run.
But I did not open my mouth to say
The word that held him to me.
I could not save him.
Inuyasha!
He flew onwards, feet grazing the leaves.
The haze of smoke grew on the horizon.
The sun breached the mountains, and his hair glowed.
I watched and could not take my eyes from him.
Leaping, he soared toward the benevolent village,
And I let him go in that moment,
Though I followed him the whole time.
The allure of that glistening stone had him by the throat,
And he flew on to meet his lust.
Inuyasha!
With lust comes death, but he would have not of that from me.
Onward he raced, now leaping among the rooftops, a red blur caught in the wind. I pursued his form. I had to see it done, for no one besides myself.
He leaped up the stone stairs, toward the temple on the hill.
He burst into the sacred chamber,
And his humanity moved him through barriers
Made to keep his kind out.
He was in, going amongst the Seven Lamps,
Past scrolls placed by the Holy Girl,
And he took the Lust bound in a jewel.
In this moment, his quintessence left him.
I could see it go.
The guards came racing, burst through the door, and called his name.
Inuyasha!
He turned and looked at them, a smirk on his face.
Such a cocky attitude.
He was still this way.
I saw the nets cover him, I saw him leap easily through the roof
And brake the barriers that were unable to bind him.
I saw him run, run to the forest. But She called on him.
Inuyasha!
Bleeding Her love for him through Her shoulder,
She clutched that infamous bow in Her hands, and drew from Her back
The enchanted arrow that shall pierce his heart and shatter him.
He looked at Her, saw the sun glint on the sharp head of that arrow.
Deadly, ghostly beautiful.
He was confused, slightly shocked.
He did not know what hit him until he was pinned to that tree.
He looked at Her, whispered Her name, dropped his Lust.
"Kikyo… But I thought we…"
He then fell into the sleeping death She put upon him.
I gasped, but She could not hear me. What did She do this for?
He killed me, she would later say.
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't picture it.
I heard everything they said to each other when She came back.
But this I saw she was to leave.
The villagers got to Her, attempted to save Her,
The Beloved Priestess, The Holy Girl.
And so I saw Her, in that last moment of Her life, cry out to Her little sister.
To be burned with this hated jewel, the Lust of Man and Monster.
The Lust that killed Her and Her Lover.
Did they make love? I shall never know if they did.
He won't talk to me about this day I'm seeing.
I look just like his bane.
But She then faded, fell to the side, dead.
By his hand, She claimed, until Naraku was learnt of.
But that day was not now. She died in bitter pain,
In a rain of blood and water,
As heaven cried for its lost preacher.
And fire smote Her precious body, and the Lust,
The Shikon no Tama, Eternal Prison of Four Souls,
Was buried with Her.
I wake up, panting, sweating, crying.
I saw this all, in a vision.
I look up the tree I sleep at the base of,
Two glints of gold stare back at me.
Inuyasha!
