I don't know why I'm writing this. There should be no reason. Inuyasha is mine. He belongs to me, and I belong to him. Simple, isn't? I thought it would be. No, no...it had to turn out this way. Betrayl. Regret. Hate. Anger. The day I shot that arrow, everything shattered. Hopes, dreams, wishes...gone. In one brillant flash of light, everything was gone. I had mourned alright, and Kaede had been there to witness it. She knew. She understood. I cried. Desperately. I wanted to believe so badly that I was alseep, and had been overcome with a horrible dream, to reawake in the arms of my love, my dear Inuyasha. But no-it had to reality. Cruel, harsh reality. I remebered dying. It wasn't painful. It felt like release. I was finally freed from the cruel grips of reality. I was going to forget this life, and start anew in a different one. One without Inuyasha. When I died, I felt a cool wind pick me up, and lift my soul. It was refreshing. It made me feel as if a fire inside me was being put out. It felt good. When that woman, Urasae, reawakened me, I was furious. I was dead. She had to reawaken me for -this-? I was mad with rage. So I killed her. Simple. And now, my dear Kagome...my reincarnation. I'm guessing you're wondering why you got this, correct? Simple.
I give up.
I bet you're wondering what I mean by that. I'm...giving up...on everything. On Inuyasha, on the Shikon no Tama...on us. I know this sounds confusing to you, Kagome. My reincarnation. Do you understand, how much I despise you? I hated you. Every fiber of your existence. I hated you to the very root of your origin, every cell of your being. But you must understand. I'm giving up. I know you'll feel refreshment when you hear those words. I know it'll be easier for you and Inuyasha now. But please, don't be mistaken. I'm not doing this for you. I'm not doing this for Inuyasha. I'm doing this for myself. Because I give up. Because...I'm no longer what I am. I stare at my reflection. I look exactly the same. I feel exactly the same. But I'm different. I'm no longer Kikyou, the priestess. I am but...a mere piece of her existence. I am her anger. Her rage. That one spark of pain and denial that was left in me, before...I died. But it wasn't I who died. It was Kikyou. Of kindness, of sincerity. She...was the one who died. I never died. I lived on. But now...I give up. No matter what form I take on, what creature I shall be turned into next, believe these next words, for they, they will not change.
I love you, Inuyasha.
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::sweatdrops:: I.....::is impaled
by rotten tomatoes:: was in a very..very...depressing mode the day I wrote
this. So gomen if it made someone's day worst. But eh, I rather like it,
even if it was sappy as hell ^^;; if anyone has comments about this fanfic,
e-mail me~~ i don't mind angry mobs...^^;; much....