K.L.K- here's the next chappie of 'A Story Of Reality...', enjoy!
I will have to keep this hanyou's identity hidden, never to be revealed, for I am afraid of what will come to pass if i do.
this Inu-hanyou was demon-kind's last hope. the last brightened spark before they are extingushed forever in hatred, of others destroying beings that were once considered 'tainted' i fear have become more pure than us. the blood toll on our hands is heavy, and none too pleasent.
from the very dawn of existence, we have murdered, stolen, sinned our once-pure souls into much darker forms. this has corrupted us so, that we only see danger and monstrocity in demons, or anything more powerful and able to take us down. we are only truley afraid of ourselves, in a sense.
guns were made to kill, and more than enough humans have been slaghtered by this invention. some accidental, some murdered with dark intent, and some pure enough that they were executed, shunned by the living of thier own race because of thier lack to be uniform, the same. for if everything was the same, true danger to us would be sought out, and quickly destroyed.
However, human nature calls to be different, to be outstanding, to have compassion, love, hate, sadness when we grieve, or angerful vengence. these have fully helped us to fight for our survival, to be unique, and ourselves, to have personalities, and true lives.
the same thing that can take the last spark and put it out, can also nurture it, help it to be strong, to be a survivor for it's race, and purpose.
This Inu-hanyou, such purity, grace, and complexity will never fully grace humans. however, the human side of her helps her to feel, to be compassionate, to love, and to hate, to be sad when we grieve a lost soul, and to have angerful vengence when she must.
her demon side helps her to survive, to thrive, to simply be there. without any demons, the world would be dull, barbaric, rough. I am not implying it is not, some places, but without demons, we wouldnt see the beauty in life, the turmoil in death, the sweet taste of vengence, or the sweet caress of love, and compassion, and we would also not feel the burning fires of hate.
This is the second page to my book, and i hope you have all found meanings in my words. i am not considered wise, or special in any particular way. until the next flip of a page turn, K.L.K.
'WOW!! she is right... wow...i still wonder who this woman is.' Kagome thought, closing her book for today.
"HEY, Okaasan! i caught some fish!" Shippo said, bouncing up to her with two freshly-caught fish.
"Thanks, Shippo!" she says as she puts the fish on sticks, to roast over the fire.
three minutes were left until their breakfast was done. after they had eaten, and cleaned up the campsite, Kagome blocked thier scents and started to travel once more with her adopted son.
"Dammit! where is she !! the well isn't sealed, so where in the seven hells is she!" Inuyasha yelled at Sango. he came back because he couldn't find Kikiyo.
" Listen, Inu-baka! she has gone off because she has had enough! enough of your lies, and enough abuse!" she screamed right back at him.
" WHAT abuse?! I protect her, not hurt her!! I haven't lied to her!!" Inuyasha screamed back.
"well, you abused her everytime you went off with Kikiyo, everytime you used her kind nature against her, everytime you broke her heart. she used to love you, but no longer does she. she has had enough of your lies, that you didn't go to Kikiyo, that you even love her a tiny bit, that your heart has room for her, even though it is taken by a woman who died fifty years ago. NOW do you think you have done nothing to her?" Sango said, her eyes eerily calm, but ice to anyone who looked into thier depths. she was calm, but her back was straight, her arua dangerous.
" well... oh shit! have i really done that to her?" Inuyasha asked, dropping to his knees in guilt.
" yes, you have, and still are." she said, turning from him, and walking back to Keade's hut, leaving him all alone.
'what the hell have i done??' Inuyasha thought to himself as he hopped off into the forest to cry, and to think of what to do next.
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