Chapter 1:
Sitting on the long, cool grass in late evening, when the moon and the stars were high at their most supreme, I looked up into a stream of Milky Way flowing overhead. My companionately soul snatchers floated past me swiftly and silently, making only a slight buzzing noise by my ears every once in a while. I closed my eyes softly and opened them again. So many things were on my mind.
I was only a corpse now, no merely than clay and ash dug up from the grave site in which my body lay entombed for fifty years. It is true that I feel no pain in this figure, that should rightfully be eaten away by the soil underneath me, but the thought of betrayal flashes before me, as I continue on this lonely journey of mine.
My past has now only become memories, only a figment of my thoughts. Inuyasha was now in love with the one thing that had reminded him of me, my reincarnation, Kagome. I never truly accepted this fate, but now I've realized that I can never truly be with the one man I loved half a century ago.
I was once a holy and pure miko, but now only tainted in an undead life searching for revenge amongst the one true person who sent me towards my death. I quietly wander these lands, taking the souls of deceased young women to survive longer in this body of mine. I've guided countless degraded and good-hearted spirits to rest. For that is all I'm truly good for now these passing days.
My necessity for entity has bound me to despise and hate the ones living around me. But none the less, I haven't lost all kindness towards them. I know that my heart has grown cold over the years of restlessness, knowing on my last breath of life that I was killed by jealousy and anger.
The only torment of being surrounded by the living is knowing that I can never truly have what they held onto now. I feel no emotion. No happiness. Just the anger and sadness keeping me from leaving this world and returning to hell.
Unfortunately I do not know the true meaning of this word "love" anymore. For I only felt this emotion when I was truly living fifty years ago. Loving Inuyasha brought a serious consequence against my life, and took away the only powers I had to protect the village in which I lived in. For the entire period of my life span half a century ago, I always wanted to tell Inuyasha of how I truly felt for him. But now, it is not the solution to my problems, for I am one of the dead and he is of the living. We could never be anymore.
My eyes gazed across the still and silent plain before me, quickly catching a glimpse of shimmering amber eyes watching me in the dense brush of the forest. The wind picked up all around me, my free raven locks sweeping across my expressionless face.
I ignored it however, and went along with my business and lied down against the grass, staring up at the twinking stars overhead. I couldn't count how many nights I gazed up into the midnight sky while I was alive, hoping that something would turn my life around. At first, I felt that a certain hanyou was that extraordinary article that I so desperately desired. But after seeing him with the young girl that had been traveling with him for months now, I knew where his heart adorned.
I gracefully let my bow slip through my fingers and tumble to the ground beside me where I lay. I knew there wouldn't be anything to harm me this specific night. My eyes began to slowly close, seeing the blurry sight of my beloved soul catchers and a man dressed all in white.
Blanket disclaimer for this fanfic (Will apply to this and all other chapters in Everlasting): I do not claim any rights to Inuyasha or the characters associated with the anime/manga. Those rights belong to Rumiko Takahashi etc. all. I do offer my thianks to her for creating such vivd characters for me to terrorize.
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