Hmm. This one's called Let Go, and it's from Kikyo's point of view. ^^ Not sure what inspired it. Very short.
I don't own InuYasha.
I sighed at the water. How long had it been? My reincarnation had healed me. I smoothed down more of the dirt from Onigumo's cave onto the arrow. Mxed with water, touched with a hint of my power, and it would harm Naraku. Naraku and his incarnations.
I will kill every one of them. I will hunt them down and destroy them, body and soul. He did this to me, to the one I once loved, and he will pay. The dead cannot love. We are born to hate and avenge, not to build families and happy stories. The dead are not made for happy times.
We are made for strife.
My birth in fire and clay was for that sole purpose. To cause strife, to take the Shikon. But Urasue underestimated the power of my spirit. Of Kagome's spirit. Of our joint will. For it is truly a joint will. We differ on many things, but when our wills combine, the power of a shared soul emerges.
I suppose it's a good thing we have such a big soul. The little girl who helped the witch resurrect me, her soul would not be large enough to fit into two bodies, even with the supplements of taken souls from her soul eaters. Mine need not bring me many unless I have been broken.
One of my shinigami approaches now. "Kikyo-sama, is there anything we may help with?"
I lift my head to her. The dead do not smile often, and my only smiles have been for the one I once loved, and the girl who is slowly winning his heart. Even with this old, dead, frozen body and heart, I envy her. The other resurrected clay bodies I have met, they say that occasionally, in the earlier years of existence among the walking dead, one experiences emotions. They say that as the original soul dilutes, the emotions and personality begin to disintegrate.
They have told me many things. I thought I would not live when Naraku put this miasma into my cold body, but now I have begun to realize that the kami has done this for a reason. I have something left to do.
"I require nothing," I tell the childlike being. My lips are stiff. Kagome healed me, but I am still weak. I do not need to use my spiritual powers for these arrows. They do not need that power.
It nods to me, and moves away. I take up my quiver, letting each arrow in with a methodical clunk, including one fletched slightly differently. That arrow is for Kagome. She will know when to use it. It will not kill him, I know this already. But it will inconvenience him long enough for me to recover, I believe.
I will not live to see him destroyed. I will live long enough to know that my lover and reincarnation will succeed, and I will always live within her heart.
I've heard it said that holding on is proof of one's strength. Truly, to let go is far stronger.
It always hurts more than holding on.
Well...I like it...-shrugs- Written in under thirty minutes. ^^
Kelar the Mage