This work is a piece of pure fiction, based on the anime Inuyasha.
No real spoilers, just fluffy-drama goodness.
DISLCAIMER: One and only, so get it here. I. Own. Nothing. This includes the Inuyasha series and sundry. That all belongs to different people, who make a lot more money than I do.
Enough
I was never enough like my mother to please my father. "She was the best demon slayer this village had, and look at what she passed her legacy on to!" he'd rant, frequently, and I believed in his words. I wasn't good enough. So I trained, and trained and trained until my bones broke and my muscles tore and I bleed and it still wasn't enough.
Now my father is dead, and I'll never get to be enough for him. If he saw me now, would he be proud?
I was never enough like other women for the monk. I've always placed him above myself, even when I hit, even when I yelled. He is a holy man, though he doesn't act it most of the time, and has certain powers afforded to those of his stature. I've always been normal, comparitively, the most normal in the group. I have no special powers, no holy blessing.
I don't believe I'll ever be enough for him. If he looked past the others and saw only me, would it be different?
I was never enough of a sister for my brother. Kohaku never had his mother, our mother, so I had to be that for him. Though I wasn't enough like mother for father, I was enough like her for Kohaku. But I was never enough of a sister. I was never just there, never just me and him. He grew up too fast, and I pushed him in to it.
Kohaku is Naraku's puppet now, and I'm not enough to save him. Will I one day have to kill him, in the end?
I was never enough like Kagome to make a difference. My friend, my best friend, has such radiant light, such goodness and purity and lovejoyhappiness and I don't. I never have, and I never will. Though this journey has darkened her eyes somewhat, it hasn't extinguished that irrepressible light inside her that keeps us all going, even when we are dark ourselves.
Though I wish different, I will never be enough like Kagome. Does she mind the darkness in me, though?
"I don't know," he says in response to my questions. And he smiles, and kisses me on the cheek, and tells me not to worry, because I'm perfect the way I am. I am enough for him.
Even if I'm not enough like my mother, or other women, or a sister, or Kagome, I am still enough like myself for Inuyasha to love me. And that is enough for me.
No real spoilers, just fluffy-drama goodness.
DISLCAIMER: One and only, so get it here. I. Own. Nothing. This includes the Inuyasha series and sundry. That all belongs to different people, who make a lot more money than I do.
Enough
I was never enough like my mother to please my father. "She was the best demon slayer this village had, and look at what she passed her legacy on to!" he'd rant, frequently, and I believed in his words. I wasn't good enough. So I trained, and trained and trained until my bones broke and my muscles tore and I bleed and it still wasn't enough.
Now my father is dead, and I'll never get to be enough for him. If he saw me now, would he be proud?
I was never enough like other women for the monk. I've always placed him above myself, even when I hit, even when I yelled. He is a holy man, though he doesn't act it most of the time, and has certain powers afforded to those of his stature. I've always been normal, comparitively, the most normal in the group. I have no special powers, no holy blessing.
I don't believe I'll ever be enough for him. If he looked past the others and saw only me, would it be different?
I was never enough of a sister for my brother. Kohaku never had his mother, our mother, so I had to be that for him. Though I wasn't enough like mother for father, I was enough like her for Kohaku. But I was never enough of a sister. I was never just there, never just me and him. He grew up too fast, and I pushed him in to it.
Kohaku is Naraku's puppet now, and I'm not enough to save him. Will I one day have to kill him, in the end?
I was never enough like Kagome to make a difference. My friend, my best friend, has such radiant light, such goodness and purity and lovejoyhappiness and I don't. I never have, and I never will. Though this journey has darkened her eyes somewhat, it hasn't extinguished that irrepressible light inside her that keeps us all going, even when we are dark ourselves.
Though I wish different, I will never be enough like Kagome. Does she mind the darkness in me, though?
"I don't know," he says in response to my questions. And he smiles, and kisses me on the cheek, and tells me not to worry, because I'm perfect the way I am. I am enough for him.
Even if I'm not enough like my mother, or other women, or a sister, or Kagome, I am still enough like myself for Inuyasha to love me. And that is enough for me.