Horse Tears, an InuYasha fanfiction.
By sparsi, who holds no rights over the fan base, actual show and manga, or any mentions of songs, literature, or quotes.
T rated fan fiction; rating may rise in later chapters. Lemons and limes will be marked if so. Let's get on with it, shall we?
"Dare to come, but you love me still. But you'll never learn, tears to come."
Horse Tears, by Goldfrapp
There was a new day ahead of her. The rain was heavy and the wind whispered an idle tune. Her voice had fled her moments before as she saw the man who held her affections in the arms of another. It was clear. His choice, that is. It had been for two years timed. With woeful eyes she tore herself away from the faded love, her heart not quite broken, yet the mend was not full. Her care was little while she walked away. Branches crunched beneath her feet and she vaguely heard a masculine voice speak her name.
The touch to her shoulder was slighted gently by her own hand. Blue eyes caught vibrant amber, only to be blurred with tears. She was far behind. Was she truly alone? Her best friend was heavy with child, her way to her dear future, her mother, her brother and grandfather was sealed tight and never to be opened again. Where to go was one of the most imposing, fear-laden questions of her lifetime. Only twenty-one and she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Fate had been kind in the long-run. The Shikon-no-Tama had been completed and vanquished by her selfless wish. She wished for everyone that touched her life to be happy and seemingly sacrificed her own. It was childish that she strongly desired an unyielding love. Kami-sama did not heed her desires. It was not time. This was not her time, but they permitted her stay. They forced her to stay. The reason remained unclear, like a dense fog in the early morning. Her sky resembled her eyes, clouded with what came naturally over the years; grey depression.
"I need to be alone for a bit, InuYasha." Her words were soft, her voice unwillingly trembled and he agreed. She pushed her hair from her face and looked to him again, ears flat, eyes concerned, his other hand held by the priestess that fifty years of aging did not touch. Her focus turned to the sound of her feet against the dirt and stone, branches snapping along the edge of her shoe while she ventured further away from the village. Her hands pried at the hem of her yukata. The priestess garbs she wore were retired in the closet of her room. Kikyo had taken her rightful place after Kaede's passing.
She rubbed beneath her eyes, freeing herself from the tears that continued to haunt her daily. It was clear that she was wanted as a friend, a companion, and an ally by all of those around her. Had anyone dared to consider that she wanted more than a tawdry lifestyle? Kagome dearly wanted to locate a place where she belonged. She wished for warm arms to wrap around her waist. She desired the eyes of children who called her mother to sparkle with unbridled joy and endless love. Her hand placed over her heart and dark lashes fell upon flustered cheeks.
Ah, she had grown. Her maturity was outstanding and her gait was far more elegant than her travelling days. The miko had become lazy in retrospect. Perhaps that was where her depression sprouted. A journey was in order, and she was sure InuYasha would set her free.