Twisted Polygons: The Riddle of the ultimate Love Triangle
A docufiction by: Rissi-Sama
Betrayal. Stinging and real washed over Kikyo like an anvil from the Gods. His presence, the very scent that was clear to Kikyo in death eternal and wandering, killed her softly.
She hated him. She loved him. He had nothing to offer her, a corpse with bewitched breath interred. His passionate speeches and earnest declarations were nothing but empty words. Her death, her wandering could never be saved by his words of devotion or empty gestures.
Only his death would save her, would free her from the semi-existence in the mortal realm. Regret, pain, sorrow, and so much else flowed in her clay exterior, like blood. Pulsing together with hatred and love Kikyo labored on, seeking that one moment of solitude, of rest. Achievement was a dream, a far off aspiration to Kikyo. Her image and her soul rested in one girl, Kikyo was incomplete, and so was her reincarnation.
Kagome. The name brought shivers down Kikyo's spine. Kagome, her young reincarnation, the girl's innocence repulsed Kikyo. The girl would smile at her, and say, so naively,
"Inuyasha loves you! All he ever does is think about you! Isn't that enough!" Kikyo hated the daft girl; love is something she tired of quickly. Love fades into nothingness, like a flower's bloom in the night. Love dies in hardship, a cold and chilling frost can destroy it in an instant and it will be forgotten. But Kagome would not understand this till her heart is broken, like scraps of thatch scattered about the grounds of a hut after the storm.
They formed a chilling love triangle; morbid in every way. Kikyo was a little more than a zombie, Kagome, a child with so much left to learn, and a half-dog demon who could never find the truth within himself to let either one go. In this polygon, everyone lost, and in the end someone would end up alone.
Kikyo could be killed, leaving Inuyasha to his thoughts. Questioning, beyond saving, and only a decent ending would end his "what-ifs".
Kagome may run, hiding her pain in strained smiles; she would also be killed softly, like her predecessor. Yet, if Kikyo had her desire, Kagome would be killed in a single blow.
Inuyasha was the centerpiece, the enigmatic ending. Whoever gained him would be happy, yet Inuyasha would be sad at the loss of one woman or the other.
A bone-chilling fact will always remain. Betrayal, innocence, and confusion formed a trinity and an opera of diminished hopes, faltering joys, and perpetual indecision.
God defend me, said Dinadan, for the joy of love is too short, and the
sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long
Thomas Mallory
Rissi's Regrets:
This brief docufiction is filled with passion and I hope some degree of understanding for the dysfunctional threesome. The reason I have it placed under Kikyo is because I began the endeavor in her pained feelings and hoped to complete them in the same amount of cynicism she represents.
You don't have to review this if you don't desire to, I wrote this to blow off some steam and wrote this small oration entirely for myself. It was not intended to be enjoyed or understood by others.
Au Reviour
A docufiction by: Rissi-Sama
Betrayal. Stinging and real washed over Kikyo like an anvil from the Gods. His presence, the very scent that was clear to Kikyo in death eternal and wandering, killed her softly.
She hated him. She loved him. He had nothing to offer her, a corpse with bewitched breath interred. His passionate speeches and earnest declarations were nothing but empty words. Her death, her wandering could never be saved by his words of devotion or empty gestures.
Only his death would save her, would free her from the semi-existence in the mortal realm. Regret, pain, sorrow, and so much else flowed in her clay exterior, like blood. Pulsing together with hatred and love Kikyo labored on, seeking that one moment of solitude, of rest. Achievement was a dream, a far off aspiration to Kikyo. Her image and her soul rested in one girl, Kikyo was incomplete, and so was her reincarnation.
Kagome. The name brought shivers down Kikyo's spine. Kagome, her young reincarnation, the girl's innocence repulsed Kikyo. The girl would smile at her, and say, so naively,
"Inuyasha loves you! All he ever does is think about you! Isn't that enough!" Kikyo hated the daft girl; love is something she tired of quickly. Love fades into nothingness, like a flower's bloom in the night. Love dies in hardship, a cold and chilling frost can destroy it in an instant and it will be forgotten. But Kagome would not understand this till her heart is broken, like scraps of thatch scattered about the grounds of a hut after the storm.
They formed a chilling love triangle; morbid in every way. Kikyo was a little more than a zombie, Kagome, a child with so much left to learn, and a half-dog demon who could never find the truth within himself to let either one go. In this polygon, everyone lost, and in the end someone would end up alone.
Kikyo could be killed, leaving Inuyasha to his thoughts. Questioning, beyond saving, and only a decent ending would end his "what-ifs".
Kagome may run, hiding her pain in strained smiles; she would also be killed softly, like her predecessor. Yet, if Kikyo had her desire, Kagome would be killed in a single blow.
Inuyasha was the centerpiece, the enigmatic ending. Whoever gained him would be happy, yet Inuyasha would be sad at the loss of one woman or the other.
A bone-chilling fact will always remain. Betrayal, innocence, and confusion formed a trinity and an opera of diminished hopes, faltering joys, and perpetual indecision.
God defend me, said Dinadan, for the joy of love is too short, and the
sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long
Thomas Mallory
Rissi's Regrets:
This brief docufiction is filled with passion and I hope some degree of understanding for the dysfunctional threesome. The reason I have it placed under Kikyo is because I began the endeavor in her pained feelings and hoped to complete them in the same amount of cynicism she represents.
You don't have to review this if you don't desire to, I wrote this to blow off some steam and wrote this small oration entirely for myself. It was not intended to be enjoyed or understood by others.
Au Reviour