A/N: This is a revised version. I repeat, this is a revised version. Hopefully, there won't be any more mistakes. By the way, I find flaming other people just because the person told you the truth about your fanfic, which basically means saying that you have grammar mistakes, etc, is extremely childish. Please refrain from parading your childishness to the world. Thank you.
Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to... someone other than me
Now on with the story.
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In the end, I am alone. I am still alive, and maybe even well, but alone. The final confrontation ought to have killed me, yet curiously, it did not. Strange how destiny works, no? That young miko, Kagome, I believe her name it, did not kill me when she had the chance. Partially out of my own selfish desire to see Naraku's end, partially to repay her, I helped them to fight Naraku. I admit, I have not seen a worse battle being fought. Countless demons and humans alike died in that fateful battle.
However, all was not in vain, for we had won.
Through blood of many innocent and not-so-innocent people, Naraku had finally -finally!- vanished from this world.
Until now, I still haboured a slight fear that he had not really died, that he was merely nursing his wounds somewhere. Yet after all these times, there was neither hide nor tail of him, and gradually, I began to relax. After that battle, although I am not hated any more, I feel as if I am. Naraku is finally dead, so why do I still feel so... constricted?
Maybe I am destined to be living this way, but I supposed, I just can't help but feel sad, knowing that you no matter what you do, you would have to live alone. I would have cried, would have shouted out my sadness to the whole world, to show them how I feel, if it wasn't for the fact that I just can't. All these years of living with Naraku has made me pretty immune to any normal feelings.
Although, sometimes, I could feel my heart yearning for someone...Anyone, who would finally love me for whom I am, to acknowledge me and care for me...
Pah, what the hell was I thinking? I don't deserve anyone. No matter how handsome Sesshomaru looks...
Almost like an angel, I watch from the clear cerulean sky of the village, as the children played and enjoyed themselves with an innocent only children could ever have. Sometime, I wondered if I had ever been innocent.
At that thought, I laughed out bitterly as I commanded the feather to fly away from the human village. Sometimes, I really amuse myself.
A childhood? I was born from flesh and blood of the most evil demon, born to only be an obedient slave and work for him forever. My heart didn't even beat in me but in the filthy hands of evil itself, until recently.
It has always been my dream to fly in the winds, free and unrestrained, to do as I please. I am free now, aren't I? My heart is where it should be, no one is controlling me now.
Yet, whenever there was no one around, my heart still felt as if it was still locked up in a box somewhere.
I knew and understood the fact that people would forever only remember me as a part of Naraku. They would never remember me as the wind sorceress, Kagura, that helped to defeat Naraku. No, the truth is, I am just a detachment of Naraku, and I guessed that is who I will always be.
Actually, I don't really mind. It is much better to be remembered than not remembered at all.
... I supposed even if I am remembered in a bad way.
For the men and women that died in the battle, most of them would be remembered in their family's and friend's heart. Even if their soul left their body, it could never leave their family's and friend's heart.
As for me, if my soul isn't rotting in hell, I can only hope someone will remember me even when I'm gone. Perhaps only my actions would be remembered, but that is really enough for me.
For that is who I am, made by evil, yet redeemed by good.
Kagura, the wind sorceress.
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A/N: Revised complete. Reviews much appreciated,