It hurt, every part of her body tingled with pain, it hurt everywhere.
"P..Please.." She murmured weakly, her voice cracking. She couldn't think straight, it hurt too much to do anything. 'Why can't I just die?' she thought bitterly. I don't want to feel this, I don't want to feel any of this. She couldn't even cry.
Black as night, the cruelest blackest eyes she's ever seen. She could still picture them staring at her mockingly, it tore at her soul.
She could still remember the feel of his arms around her, and his nervous croaking declaration of love. She could still see the brightness of the moon as its light spread out around them. He loved her and she couldn't be any happier.
Love...
What was love? Did it even truly exist in this world? Or was it just some fantasy concocted by simple minded women?
Love, love was a joke. Everything was all a hoax and she was its latest victim. Love was cruel.
"I'm such a fool."
She was trapped in the center and everyone around her was probably pointing, laughing at her expense. They all knew what a fool she was, she was such a fool for actually believing in that four lettered lie.
Blood, there was blood everywhere. She was in pain.
I believed you.
The familiar stinging in her eyes alarmed her. 'No, no I can't cry. I wont.' Tightly, she shut her eyes and willed them not to come. Please, please don't.
Drip.
No!
Drip.
No, no, no, no, no!
All at once, memories of their time spent together came rushing back. It happened so fast, she found herself clutching her head in pain. She couldn't think of these memories, not now, not after everything.
His soft lips, his gentle touch, and the adoring way he stared at her. No!
She choked back a sob. "I hate him, I hate him!"
How could you?
Silly jokes they shared, the vulnerability he let only her see, his cocky-but-shy smirk.
Why?
Then everything stopped at once, all the sweet memories evaporating and leaving only cruel black eyes.
The pain still tore at her body, she was ripped in two. Her naked body cold and glistening with sweat. She was bleeding profusely.
He ripped her apart, shredded her to pieces.
Love was cruel, it was just as much of a monster as he was.
Vividly, she remembered his harsh laughter and her sharp cries as he took everything from her. She had nothing left, nothing at all, not even her dignity.
He played her for a fool, manipulating her into believing that he actually cared.
He never did, he never loved her, she was just a toy. Everything was a lie. He wasn't really a shy, cocky, rough-around-the-edges sweetheart. He probably didn't secretly like Shakespeare like he made her believe. He probably didn't actually love watching the sunrise. He probably didn't really have a soft spot for orphaned children. He probably never even wrote any of those poems he left for her whenever he made her mad. Her Inuyasha was never real, her Inuyasha would have never done this to her.
'He didn't even tell me his real name.'
He was Naraku, disgusting and evil Naraku. He made her into a fool, stripped her of her dignity, and when she was left bleeding tremendously and too weak to even scream anymore, he spat on her as he pulled his jeans back on.
She watched him as he slowly buckled on his belt with the same smirk on his face that she use to find endearing.
"I guess this is goodbye my pretty bell-flower. Remember Kikyo, I love you." He said with a chuckle as he pulled his shirt over his head before turning on his heels and never looking back at her. His trio of friends winking and snickering cruelly after pulling back on their own clothes.
They were all monsters, they deserved to be caged.
There were no words to describe the infinite amount of hate she held for him. There was no love, there never was.
It was so cold, she felt so cold.
Kikyo, I love you.
She hated her name, she hated it.
Kikyo, I love you.
She could still hear the laughter in his rough voice as he said his "parting words" and she realized just how different it sounded from the way he said it as Inuyasha.
Kikyo, I love you.
She remained completely still and in the empty alleyway, she continued to silently cry. Her ugly, ugly name that he use to claim was just as beautiful as she.
Kikyo, I love you.
A/N: Eh, this was weird. At first, it was Onigumo-Naraku, then I changed it to Suikotsu-Naraku, but then I changed it again to Inuyasha-Naraku instead. I don't know which one suits this little ficlet more. Blah, whatever. (X
