Rift
by Rivertam
A/N- This was created, and written, without my consent. It was also written at two in the morning. I take no blame for it.
Rupture. Sever. Fracture. Shatter. Rift. Tear. So many words for it. Too many words for it. A great break in the land, I'm on one side and he's on the other.
There are always so many things that came between us, more than I can count. So many things...But I haven't given up yet. Am I stupid? Or determined? Or some mixture of both? I know what he would say, definitely stupid. Then again, I've never given him points for tact...or sense.
We are still together, through it all. How do we do that? How? How does he know, that every single time I run away crying I'm going to come back, backpack full of ramen? How did I know, every single time he saw Kikyou he was going to come back to me, a mere shadow?
We had always done these things, an odd cycle of sorts. Scream, cry, sit, run, sulk, return and repeat. Never a break in our odd pattern of life.
We don't do the things that normal friends do. Heck, we have nothing in common, nothing really to discuss. He hasn't the slightest idea what I'm talking about when I complain about math. I barely know which end of the sword to hold. And yet.
He's rude, mean, stubborn and loud. I have so many other males I could get if I put my mind to it, ones that are nicer. But none of them have puppy-ears.
What if he really does love me? What if he doesn't just act jealous? What if? If...if...if. Honestly, if all our dreams come true some things will never be solved.
Let's see, we defeat Naraku, gather the shards, destroy the jewel, Kohaku is freed, brought back to life by Sesshoumaru, Kikyou is at peace, he loves me too, the hellholes goes away and Miroku and Sango had a kid. What then? What if the well is sealed, how could I ever choose? What if he can never really let go of Kikyou? How could we ever be happy together?
The giggle escapes my mouth, high and loud before I can stop it. I'm dreaming. Really, I am. There are just too many rifts, too many.
There are rifts between all of us. Between Kohaku, the wind tunnel, the well, and Kikyou we should all sleep with one eye open. But, somehow, we keep together. Us being one is more than a frail friendship, it's the fate of Japan, a lot of people. Quite literally the weight of the world on our shoulders. Kind of sucks.
There are bonds between us, something that transcends all those things, no matter how much we've been through, we never truly break. Honestly, we're hanging together by a thread. Even if it seems unbreakable.
Hey, things work out for people in fairytales. Why not us?