Author's note: Ni hao! It's Kazeno speaking. Please don't think
this is a Ranma fic that put it in the wrong catergory. I just
feel like to say it. Anyway, this is a fiction version of my
first and only poem "Farewell". I've read the reviews that
someone didn't sure the "she" is Kikyou or Kagome. So I decided
to write this to let them know. And thanks who those sign the
review!
Legal disclaimer:
Inu Yasha belongs to RUMIKO Takahashi-sama and other subsidies.
I really want to own him, but I can't even I borrow all Nabiki's money.
Farewell--Fiction version
She won't believe what she saw.
She won't accept this cruel reality.
She'll never want to be seperated from her love.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The sky started to rain. It's like it was mourning for her love. And crying
for this tragetic history had repeated itself.
The girl's friends arrived, noticing her crying figure and the horrible scene
on the tree before her. They never think she would do this again.
One of them tried to comfort her, although she knew it won't help much. The other
man, however, just stood there, praying that he could rest peacefully. Because if
this is his fate, no one can change it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Her memories with him flooded back. How they met, how they argued, how he
protected her, how she consoled him. Their battles, their advanture, and their
true feeling.
"I thought that love could last forever. I was wrong." The crying girl whispered,
memtally.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two days later, they found the girl's body, next to the tree that sealed her love.
She had made her decision: she'll stay with the one she love the most, forever.
Their love and souls will stay in the God-tree, let it be a symbol of their love.
"I think that would be the best for you two. Farewell, Kagome-sama, Inu yasha."
Fin
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It's over! Now a bet all of you know who 'she', right? I want to
say I'm a Kikyou-hater. So, please don't think that I'll write a
Inuyasha-Kikyou match-up. Anyway, I don't think I'll write another
sad fic. As I mention before, I was inspired by my Eng. Lit teacher.
Kazeno
this is a Ranma fic that put it in the wrong catergory. I just
feel like to say it. Anyway, this is a fiction version of my
first and only poem "Farewell". I've read the reviews that
someone didn't sure the "she" is Kikyou or Kagome. So I decided
to write this to let them know. And thanks who those sign the
review!
Legal disclaimer:
Inu Yasha belongs to RUMIKO Takahashi-sama and other subsidies.
I really want to own him, but I can't even I borrow all Nabiki's money.
Farewell--Fiction version
She won't believe what she saw.
She won't accept this cruel reality.
She'll never want to be seperated from her love.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The sky started to rain. It's like it was mourning for her love. And crying
for this tragetic history had repeated itself.
The girl's friends arrived, noticing her crying figure and the horrible scene
on the tree before her. They never think she would do this again.
One of them tried to comfort her, although she knew it won't help much. The other
man, however, just stood there, praying that he could rest peacefully. Because if
this is his fate, no one can change it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Her memories with him flooded back. How they met, how they argued, how he
protected her, how she consoled him. Their battles, their advanture, and their
true feeling.
"I thought that love could last forever. I was wrong." The crying girl whispered,
memtally.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two days later, they found the girl's body, next to the tree that sealed her love.
She had made her decision: she'll stay with the one she love the most, forever.
Their love and souls will stay in the God-tree, let it be a symbol of their love.
"I think that would be the best for you two. Farewell, Kagome-sama, Inu yasha."
Fin
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It's over! Now a bet all of you know who 'she', right? I want to
say I'm a Kikyou-hater. So, please don't think that I'll write a
Inuyasha-Kikyou match-up. Anyway, I don't think I'll write another
sad fic. As I mention before, I was inspired by my Eng. Lit teacher.
Kazeno
