Kikyou's Musings
A small breeze riffles through my hair. I never turn around. My hand loosely clutches my bow as I look out over this land of the living. I will never be part of this world ever again. I feel nothing, yet I feel everything. Pain, love, hate all course through me, yet it is never fully real. I only half feel it, for I am only half alive. A tiny butterfly flutters around my face, it is so innocent and its life is so short, yet it is alive; the one thing that I am not. I gaze wistfully as it flutters past, my lips curved in a soft smile. Another breeze flows through, swaying the field of flowers. They are red, the color of blood, and the color of pain. My fingers curl around a stem as I slowly break it. How easy it is to take a life, even such a small one.
The laughter of children reaches my ears and I slowly turn around, a small smile already in place. They are so bright and trusting, one cannot help but love them. They crowd around me, offering me simple herbs and flowers. I smile and accept each one, thanking them. They each beam, all of them proud of their accomplishment. Soon it is dark, but it does not matter.
The souls inside me are failing. I touch my chest slightly, thanking the souls giving their immortality to sustain me. The bright orb of white light hangs in the air, gazing at me. Soft light shines on me as I make my way through the flowers. The children already have made their way to their brightly lit homes in the village. I stay behind, a shadow. My chest constricts in pain as I gaze at the love-filled village.
The world is cold and dark for the dead, but we all hold on to any shreds of life we have. I live to see the smiles of the village children as they laugh and play around me. I only wish that I were alive. Oh, the word alive always fills me with remorse, for I shall never be. I will always be dead and alive, neither one nor the other. It is a curse that I gladly accept. Only to see the bright sunlight and hear the birds, I will live this life. I will watch the workings of the living, and smile at their mistakes. I will always be watching.
A/N: This is just a little insight on Kikyou. I mean, she's not really mean or hateful, just sad. So what it's short? Who cares? Oh, and PLEEZ REVIEW!!
A small breeze riffles through my hair. I never turn around. My hand loosely clutches my bow as I look out over this land of the living. I will never be part of this world ever again. I feel nothing, yet I feel everything. Pain, love, hate all course through me, yet it is never fully real. I only half feel it, for I am only half alive. A tiny butterfly flutters around my face, it is so innocent and its life is so short, yet it is alive; the one thing that I am not. I gaze wistfully as it flutters past, my lips curved in a soft smile. Another breeze flows through, swaying the field of flowers. They are red, the color of blood, and the color of pain. My fingers curl around a stem as I slowly break it. How easy it is to take a life, even such a small one.
The laughter of children reaches my ears and I slowly turn around, a small smile already in place. They are so bright and trusting, one cannot help but love them. They crowd around me, offering me simple herbs and flowers. I smile and accept each one, thanking them. They each beam, all of them proud of their accomplishment. Soon it is dark, but it does not matter.
The souls inside me are failing. I touch my chest slightly, thanking the souls giving their immortality to sustain me. The bright orb of white light hangs in the air, gazing at me. Soft light shines on me as I make my way through the flowers. The children already have made their way to their brightly lit homes in the village. I stay behind, a shadow. My chest constricts in pain as I gaze at the love-filled village.
The world is cold and dark for the dead, but we all hold on to any shreds of life we have. I live to see the smiles of the village children as they laugh and play around me. I only wish that I were alive. Oh, the word alive always fills me with remorse, for I shall never be. I will always be dead and alive, neither one nor the other. It is a curse that I gladly accept. Only to see the bright sunlight and hear the birds, I will live this life. I will watch the workings of the living, and smile at their mistakes. I will always be watching.
A/N: This is just a little insight on Kikyou. I mean, she's not really mean or hateful, just sad. So what it's short? Who cares? Oh, and PLEEZ REVIEW!!