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After Life
by vexatively

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Nothing to lose now — they all were taken from her. Well, that was not exactly true. She could lose her life. But that was nothing precious, and she was suddenly very glad that she wouldn't cause anyone pain if she was killed. This was a suicide mission, she knew.

A bitter, low chuckle. Did that come from her? It sounded like it came from a murderer or a rapist. But she was not better than them, or they were not worse than her. We are human. Or at least we were, at some point in time. But now we are empty, because a nonexistent god takes the meaning of our lives away.

Her clothes were dark; she didn't want any obvious blood stains. She still had her pride. Lips curved, seeing a reflection in the waning light of the crescent moon. So much different now. Your eyes… don't look so bad, she remembered him saying, albeit reluctantly. It was just his way. I like your eyes; his words unsaid.

But now she hates her eyes. She is reminded of him and of the fact that he is not here. Maybe, unlikely, she will take revenge. For Inuyasha, for Sango, for Miroku, for Shippo… She didn't deserve revenge for her own sake, though. At least she'll be free from life, where everybody had forgotten the naïve girl she had once been. She didn't blame them. She had forgotten Kagome as well. Death, the afterlife… a chance to start over.

She smiled.



Disclaimer:
I hereby disclaim Inuyasha. The rights of claiming this little slice of genius goes to Rumiko Takahashi-sama alone. But, I do enjoy playing with the odd character to satisfy my possums.

E/N: Originally posted for the iyficcontest's Week 131 (Starting Over) theme challenge on February 13, 2008.