Thoughts of Fancy
Sometimes I wonder. I wonder how things would have gone if she had met me, instead of him. If it was our paths that crossed first, instead of theirs. I know, the whole time circumstances makes that a pretty fanciful event, but I can't help but wonder.
After all, by the time I first saw her, the events were already beyond my control. It was no small wonder that she had eyes only for him. But those are the breaks. Him. Inuyasha. Even though it tears me apart that she seeks only his affection, I can't bring myself to feel anything but exasperation. Not anger, or jealousy. After all, he's not a bad person, the looks she gives him is proof enough of that. He's just. Well. Stupid. And a bit confused.
I often wish he would just put his foot down and pick one of them. Give me an opportunity, or allow my hopes to vanish. But no, I am strung along just as much as they are. Whenever it is I see her, I feel this intense longing deep within my heart. Surpassing even the thoughts of all the things I would enjoy to. Ahem. Where was I? Ah yes. Soulful eyes, luxurious hair.. And of course, an exquisite figure. One that I would long to see in full, but.. Ha. If I tried, I know I'd be on the receiving edge of a very powerful sword.
I glance down at my infamous wandering hands, both neatly folded in my lap as I lean against a tree. I smile at the thought. Sure, I may not keep my hands to myself, but there's a decent reason for that. I want nothing more than for an heir to carry on my struggle, should I fail and be swallowed by the void in my palm.
Of course, I would like nothing more than to be rid of the course, and frequently my thoughts turn to what things would be like if I could just.. Hunt Naraku on my own, with her at my side. She's powerful enough that between the two of us that I think it could be done. Let Inuyasha to go deal with his brother and take that girl he's so fond of with him. Ah yes, just the two of us on a quest of our own, sharing each others company and. And. I sigh. I just stop here before I end up depressing myself. Again.
But I still find my thoughts wandering to her. Never have I felt so captivated, so entranced. And she totally unaware of it, of course. Odd, though. That she could ensnare the both of us. And perhaps totally by accident. Perhaps. Or maybe she carries herself with that alluring air with deliberate precision. Though she may attempt to act as though she is hiding it. I chuckle softly at the thought.
One day. Perhaps one day I will be able to pry Inuyasha away from her, and spend even the briefest amount of time with her, just the two of us. Maybe then I could confess to this longing I feel for her, to put this swelling feeling in my heart into words that could fall upon her ears. Would she laugh? Would she run? Or just maybe. Would she listen? Would she see me in a different light? Perhaps she too, would have words for me.
And just words is all I ask for, as long as they came from her heart. I could hold my head high even then, though the pain would be terrible. I would persevere. It would be far from the only hardship in my life. Perhaps it would do me good. I could concentrate harder upon my quest, without this distraction of her constantly filling my mind. I know that I would still pine for her, but I would at least know that I had done my best.
Nodding to myself, I look to the sky, and even now I can see her beautiful face, but never looking towards me. Always away. I reach my hand up slightly, as if compelling her to face me, but she remains out of my grasp.
Kikyo, my love. Won't you ever turn your beautiful eyes towards me?
Authors Note:
Well. I was bored, and the idea of Miroku pining over Kikyo struck me as both unusual and somewhat amusing. Hope you were surprised.
Sometimes I wonder. I wonder how things would have gone if she had met me, instead of him. If it was our paths that crossed first, instead of theirs. I know, the whole time circumstances makes that a pretty fanciful event, but I can't help but wonder.
After all, by the time I first saw her, the events were already beyond my control. It was no small wonder that she had eyes only for him. But those are the breaks. Him. Inuyasha. Even though it tears me apart that she seeks only his affection, I can't bring myself to feel anything but exasperation. Not anger, or jealousy. After all, he's not a bad person, the looks she gives him is proof enough of that. He's just. Well. Stupid. And a bit confused.
I often wish he would just put his foot down and pick one of them. Give me an opportunity, or allow my hopes to vanish. But no, I am strung along just as much as they are. Whenever it is I see her, I feel this intense longing deep within my heart. Surpassing even the thoughts of all the things I would enjoy to. Ahem. Where was I? Ah yes. Soulful eyes, luxurious hair.. And of course, an exquisite figure. One that I would long to see in full, but.. Ha. If I tried, I know I'd be on the receiving edge of a very powerful sword.
I glance down at my infamous wandering hands, both neatly folded in my lap as I lean against a tree. I smile at the thought. Sure, I may not keep my hands to myself, but there's a decent reason for that. I want nothing more than for an heir to carry on my struggle, should I fail and be swallowed by the void in my palm.
Of course, I would like nothing more than to be rid of the course, and frequently my thoughts turn to what things would be like if I could just.. Hunt Naraku on my own, with her at my side. She's powerful enough that between the two of us that I think it could be done. Let Inuyasha to go deal with his brother and take that girl he's so fond of with him. Ah yes, just the two of us on a quest of our own, sharing each others company and. And. I sigh. I just stop here before I end up depressing myself. Again.
But I still find my thoughts wandering to her. Never have I felt so captivated, so entranced. And she totally unaware of it, of course. Odd, though. That she could ensnare the both of us. And perhaps totally by accident. Perhaps. Or maybe she carries herself with that alluring air with deliberate precision. Though she may attempt to act as though she is hiding it. I chuckle softly at the thought.
One day. Perhaps one day I will be able to pry Inuyasha away from her, and spend even the briefest amount of time with her, just the two of us. Maybe then I could confess to this longing I feel for her, to put this swelling feeling in my heart into words that could fall upon her ears. Would she laugh? Would she run? Or just maybe. Would she listen? Would she see me in a different light? Perhaps she too, would have words for me.
And just words is all I ask for, as long as they came from her heart. I could hold my head high even then, though the pain would be terrible. I would persevere. It would be far from the only hardship in my life. Perhaps it would do me good. I could concentrate harder upon my quest, without this distraction of her constantly filling my mind. I know that I would still pine for her, but I would at least know that I had done my best.
Nodding to myself, I look to the sky, and even now I can see her beautiful face, but never looking towards me. Always away. I reach my hand up slightly, as if compelling her to face me, but she remains out of my grasp.
Kikyo, my love. Won't you ever turn your beautiful eyes towards me?
Authors Note:
Well. I was bored, and the idea of Miroku pining over Kikyo struck me as both unusual and somewhat amusing. Hope you were surprised.