Disclaimer: The last thing I own is Inuyasha. In fact, I've only seen half-way into the second season, because the DVDs belong to T, not me. I only feel like I can write this because I've read so many fanfics that have enlightened me to the relationships between Kikyo/Inuyasha/Kagome.
Here you go:
Moonlight
She stood there for the longest time, gazing up at the moon. Her dark hair hung down her back, swaying gently in the breeze as it had done her entire life. Just as it had done back in Inuyasha's world...
No, she refused to think about him. It had been years since she had thought about him...no, that's a lie. It had been mere moments. Mere seconds...merely time. And too much time had passed since she last dreamt of him, believed in him, known him. It had been far too long since the well had burned to the ground and he had been lost to her forever...
Lost to her, physically.
"Flesh is only flesh." But, oh, how she wanted the flesh!
She turned from the moonlight, its rays bathing her hair in silvery streams. Her hair...how black it had seemed against the silver of his...how golden his eyes...how violet, how black...bathed in the moonlight, she could almost see him, in all his forms.
No, she would not think upon him. Lost in that world that held his first true love. His only true love...her own true love...Losing the battle, losing the shards, losing his heart, none of the pains hurt more than the others. None of them ever would wound as deeply as Kikyo's arrow. As her betrayal, as her triumph.
She closed the door behind her, closing out the moonlight and all its cold, searing hope. She could feel his soul brush against hers, and yet she shied from it. Soul touches soul, and she fears it. If she gives in to the power of love, will she be giving up herself? Will she betray those she loved more than her own self? Will she ever get the physical back?
She lay down in her bed, bathed by the cooling moonlight. Its silvery rays lay along her hair as his had on so many occasions. She put one hand into it, spreading her fingers, allowing the hope to flow through her. Maybe there would be another...another love...another time...She closed her eyes.
And as she lay there she knew the truth. There would never be another Inuyasha, but there would be another moon.
