AN: yay! Reviews! And, yes, I feel like an idiot Angel wing, for switching
the frikin' review thingy where only signed author could review *pouts in
corner* Right! Annnyway, here's chapter 2!(oop! PS, Taiyoukai is Inu's pop
cuz I say so)**
Kikyou screamed, clawed at the blackness swirling around her. She was captive in her own mind, peering powerlessly out of her own eyes to the foggy forest beyond. Her body marched on, but her mind begged it to stop. For the real Kikyou resided in her conscience, a place that was often chained shut by Naraku's shards.
She never hated Inuyasha. Sure, when the witch first brought her back she was just enraged at having to come back.... She had gone to death to meet Inuyasha, to see him and to touch him again. But Kagome had stopped her again.
But could she blame the girl? She really was just Kikyou herself, in a way. Sometimes in her dreams Kikyou saw through Kagome's eyes, saw her looking lovingly into the golden eyes of the hanyou. He always and blushed and turned away, muttering about how he had to go find one of their ridiculous allies. Kikyou could feel herself smile, remembering times long past. He had always been a shy man underneath his cold exterior, that barrier she had worked so hard at melting But Kagome had easily accessed it, it seemed. Perhaps she was wrong, Kikyou considered as her body trudged through the wood. Perhaps this Kagome was no real reincarnation, but merely a coincidental woman with an appearance close to that of her own. After all, she had been a cold priestess, not the bubbly student Kagome. She had been dull, and had never truly reflected the caring motives of Inuyasha. But this Kagome was always at his side, smiling her cheerful little smile, her high pitched giggle echoing through the silence that Inuyasha and Kikyou had though of as usual. She never seemed to wind down, never seemed to be stopped by the sorrow that seemed to intoxicate the air of feudal Japan.
With a groan of defeat Kikyou once again stopped her feeble attempts of regaining the control of her body. Her knees rose to her chest and her head rested upon them as she tried to fall asleep, to try and escape the confines of her endless life. She had tried so many times to stop it, to stop her breath from entering her still lungs, to remove the blood that swished dully through her veins. But each time the shards Naraku had cursed her with stopped her at the last second, making her lungs accept another breath of stale air. It was ironic that she, the guardian of the Shikon Jewel, was being defeated by it. But she had no time to think of even the smallest bit of humor in her torturing life, her every moment wasted to stopped her own body from killing her beloved.
And to add to that, the one she protected now hated her. Kikyou knew now, knew as she watched him save Kagome instead of herself. Did he even care that the retched Naraku had her tied around his finger, slowly cutting away at her soul until she would reach the brink of sanity? She had been so kind to him, stopped the men of the village from hunting him. She knew that he was powerful in his own right, but against a group of trained killers? She had always guided him away from their demon huntings, put her own life on the line. And he had forgotten this all because a new pretty face had appeared, one that could barely hold a bow the correct way? This Kagome could never save his life, and he would dedicate his life to worrying about her well being and fighting for her safety. If only Inuyasha hadn't been so macho, if only he hadn't followed in his father's footsteps, Kagome's handicap might have gained Kikyou Inuyasha's love. But Inuyasha followed Taiyoukai's path, and fell in love with a mortal woman with little to no physical protection. Kikyou laughed bitterly as she gazed through her eyes. 'If only' was a fool's only words, and she had no right to live by it. And now soon she would reach her younger sister's village, and what would happen then?
Kikyou screamed, clawed at the blackness swirling around her. She was captive in her own mind, peering powerlessly out of her own eyes to the foggy forest beyond. Her body marched on, but her mind begged it to stop. For the real Kikyou resided in her conscience, a place that was often chained shut by Naraku's shards.
She never hated Inuyasha. Sure, when the witch first brought her back she was just enraged at having to come back.... She had gone to death to meet Inuyasha, to see him and to touch him again. But Kagome had stopped her again.
But could she blame the girl? She really was just Kikyou herself, in a way. Sometimes in her dreams Kikyou saw through Kagome's eyes, saw her looking lovingly into the golden eyes of the hanyou. He always and blushed and turned away, muttering about how he had to go find one of their ridiculous allies. Kikyou could feel herself smile, remembering times long past. He had always been a shy man underneath his cold exterior, that barrier she had worked so hard at melting But Kagome had easily accessed it, it seemed. Perhaps she was wrong, Kikyou considered as her body trudged through the wood. Perhaps this Kagome was no real reincarnation, but merely a coincidental woman with an appearance close to that of her own. After all, she had been a cold priestess, not the bubbly student Kagome. She had been dull, and had never truly reflected the caring motives of Inuyasha. But this Kagome was always at his side, smiling her cheerful little smile, her high pitched giggle echoing through the silence that Inuyasha and Kikyou had though of as usual. She never seemed to wind down, never seemed to be stopped by the sorrow that seemed to intoxicate the air of feudal Japan.
With a groan of defeat Kikyou once again stopped her feeble attempts of regaining the control of her body. Her knees rose to her chest and her head rested upon them as she tried to fall asleep, to try and escape the confines of her endless life. She had tried so many times to stop it, to stop her breath from entering her still lungs, to remove the blood that swished dully through her veins. But each time the shards Naraku had cursed her with stopped her at the last second, making her lungs accept another breath of stale air. It was ironic that she, the guardian of the Shikon Jewel, was being defeated by it. But she had no time to think of even the smallest bit of humor in her torturing life, her every moment wasted to stopped her own body from killing her beloved.
And to add to that, the one she protected now hated her. Kikyou knew now, knew as she watched him save Kagome instead of herself. Did he even care that the retched Naraku had her tied around his finger, slowly cutting away at her soul until she would reach the brink of sanity? She had been so kind to him, stopped the men of the village from hunting him. She knew that he was powerful in his own right, but against a group of trained killers? She had always guided him away from their demon huntings, put her own life on the line. And he had forgotten this all because a new pretty face had appeared, one that could barely hold a bow the correct way? This Kagome could never save his life, and he would dedicate his life to worrying about her well being and fighting for her safety. If only Inuyasha hadn't been so macho, if only he hadn't followed in his father's footsteps, Kagome's handicap might have gained Kikyou Inuyasha's love. But Inuyasha followed Taiyoukai's path, and fell in love with a mortal woman with little to no physical protection. Kikyou laughed bitterly as she gazed through her eyes. 'If only' was a fool's only words, and she had no right to live by it. And now soon she would reach her younger sister's village, and what would happen then?