Daikirai
By: Emiko
Disclaimer: If I were rich enough to own copyrights to Inuyasha and co., I wouldn't be here now.
Author's note: I feel like doing something different, so I'm trying a Kikyou POV thought-ficcie, mainly because I'm feeling all dark and evil today. //smiles sadistically// ...Gomen, if it's OOC, but I won't get mad if you flame me. I'll just come after you with a vengeance... Mwa-ha-ha-haaaaaa... ^_~
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There's snow falling all around me, but I don't feel cold. It's strange, isn't it? Me unable to feel how warm or cool the air is around me.
But then again, I'm dead.
I almost miss the chill of winter nights, and I miss very dearly warm summer evenings. It's different now; I realize that it's cold outside, yet I don't *feel* it.
However, I can still feel some of the things I used to, even with this pathetic mud body. I can still sense auras and the presence of the Shikon no Tama and of danger. I still have the sense of touch, to an extent. And I can still feel the hatred in my heart.
Yes, Inuyasha, I hate you. I hate you so much that it doesn't matter anymore *who* killed me. I died with that hatred burned into my soul, and there's nothing that can change that. Because of your existence, there is no possibility of my soul ever being able to rest while you still breathe. Daikirai.
And yet, I still wouldn't be able to give up if just anyone did the job. In order for me to finally accept my death, to finally take my rest, I need to kill you with my own hands. I want to make you suffer, like you did me. You broke my heart over fifty years ago, Inuyasha.
I died and I still can't get over it. Daikirai.
Is it because I'm dead? Is it because of my reincarnation? Or is it... No. It's not. Daikirai, Inuyasha. My hatred is the only thing left of what my reincarnation took of my soul, and nothing will ever change it.
I still have my mind, so... Is this what I really want? Of course not.
If I had everything my way, I'd be an old woman right now, and Inuyasha would be just as old of a man. We'd live a normal life together. We'd be human together. Accepted.
Now I wonder: is there even such a thing as normalcy; and if so, why is it so hard to obtain?
I doubt the possibility. Either way, Inuyasha, daikirai. You can't change it, and neither can I.
I'll hunt you down and throw you into the bowels of Hell, and I'll watch you in your pain and anguish, being tormented as I have been tormented. Daikirai.
I wonder, will my reincarnation pity you, cry for you? She's so weak. But then again, so was I when I was younger. After all, look how I fell for *you.*
Daikirai, Inuyasha.
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//grins// Okay, I had fun writing this. It was a vent piece. ^_^ It's short, I know, but I got what I wanted to across; anything else added would overdo it. I wandered a bit in Kikyou's rant about her hating Inu-chan, but I felt I had to do that to explain her acts in chapter three of "Mistakes." I wanted to show Kikyou-sama's inner conflict, just a little bit. Despite her general bitchy-ness, she's a very interesting character to me. //shrugs// I also like how I kept repeating "daikirai" so many times (which, if you didn't know, means loosely "I hate you"); that's my favorite part of this ficcie, as pointless as it was. //sighs// Oh, well, so it's pointless. A lot of ficcies are, so it doesn't matter!
R&R, please! //smiles prettily// Emiko-chan loves her reviews, good or bad.
By: Emiko
Disclaimer: If I were rich enough to own copyrights to Inuyasha and co., I wouldn't be here now.
Author's note: I feel like doing something different, so I'm trying a Kikyou POV thought-ficcie, mainly because I'm feeling all dark and evil today. //smiles sadistically// ...Gomen, if it's OOC, but I won't get mad if you flame me. I'll just come after you with a vengeance... Mwa-ha-ha-haaaaaa... ^_~
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There's snow falling all around me, but I don't feel cold. It's strange, isn't it? Me unable to feel how warm or cool the air is around me.
But then again, I'm dead.
I almost miss the chill of winter nights, and I miss very dearly warm summer evenings. It's different now; I realize that it's cold outside, yet I don't *feel* it.
However, I can still feel some of the things I used to, even with this pathetic mud body. I can still sense auras and the presence of the Shikon no Tama and of danger. I still have the sense of touch, to an extent. And I can still feel the hatred in my heart.
Yes, Inuyasha, I hate you. I hate you so much that it doesn't matter anymore *who* killed me. I died with that hatred burned into my soul, and there's nothing that can change that. Because of your existence, there is no possibility of my soul ever being able to rest while you still breathe. Daikirai.
And yet, I still wouldn't be able to give up if just anyone did the job. In order for me to finally accept my death, to finally take my rest, I need to kill you with my own hands. I want to make you suffer, like you did me. You broke my heart over fifty years ago, Inuyasha.
I died and I still can't get over it. Daikirai.
Is it because I'm dead? Is it because of my reincarnation? Or is it... No. It's not. Daikirai, Inuyasha. My hatred is the only thing left of what my reincarnation took of my soul, and nothing will ever change it.
I still have my mind, so... Is this what I really want? Of course not.
If I had everything my way, I'd be an old woman right now, and Inuyasha would be just as old of a man. We'd live a normal life together. We'd be human together. Accepted.
Now I wonder: is there even such a thing as normalcy; and if so, why is it so hard to obtain?
I doubt the possibility. Either way, Inuyasha, daikirai. You can't change it, and neither can I.
I'll hunt you down and throw you into the bowels of Hell, and I'll watch you in your pain and anguish, being tormented as I have been tormented. Daikirai.
I wonder, will my reincarnation pity you, cry for you? She's so weak. But then again, so was I when I was younger. After all, look how I fell for *you.*
Daikirai, Inuyasha.
~~~
//grins// Okay, I had fun writing this. It was a vent piece. ^_^ It's short, I know, but I got what I wanted to across; anything else added would overdo it. I wandered a bit in Kikyou's rant about her hating Inu-chan, but I felt I had to do that to explain her acts in chapter three of "Mistakes." I wanted to show Kikyou-sama's inner conflict, just a little bit. Despite her general bitchy-ness, she's a very interesting character to me. //shrugs// I also like how I kept repeating "daikirai" so many times (which, if you didn't know, means loosely "I hate you"); that's my favorite part of this ficcie, as pointless as it was. //sighs// Oh, well, so it's pointless. A lot of ficcies are, so it doesn't matter!
R&R, please! //smiles prettily// Emiko-chan loves her reviews, good or bad.
