Kakite here, just wanted to say a little something before I continue...
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Until You Were Gone
Chapter 3
Kagome sighed and sank into her covers. She was actually not feeling all that bad tonight. Happy wasn't something on her list, however.
Though Yuki had improved her mood immensely, and helped her out a lot for having met her only today, he also provided quite a bit for her to be confused about.
Like the kiss.
It was her first one, after all. She always hoped it would be with Inuyasha... before their fight. Now she wasn't sure what to think. Could she give up her whole life in the feudal era so easily? Of course not. What about Shippo, and Sango and Miroku... and Kouga, and even Kirara would be sad upon her disappearing the way she did...
Saturday morning. The sun flew high above and smiled warm rays through Kagome's open window. Branches creaked and leaves shuffled. Far away, a bird walled his happiness through an ancient melody.
Kagome sat up and the first image that popped into her head was yellow eyes. Funny that the cause of this would be that two of them stared her in the face.
"EEEEP." She fell to the floor with a triumphant thump and observed the red-clad disturbance that made himself at home on her bed.
She sighed and leaned against the wall, cross-legged.
"Did you do some thinking?" She asked straight out.
"Hi to you too. Yes, I thought..." He paused, calculating his speech. "I know what I said hurt you, and I just want you to know... Kikyo was killed by Naraku a few days ago." He paused for a reaction.
Kagome kept her face in check- no emotions until he was finished. Reluctantly, Inuyasha continued.
"When it happened... when I found out she was dead... all I could think about was what I would do if that happened to you. If I couldn't protect you one day, and you never came back to me. All I could think about was how I could stop Naraku from killing you."
Her head lowered and turned out of view. Confusion gripped her mind like a beast's teeth, penetrating into the darkest chasms.
"Don't lie to me." She whispered, scattering the sun-illuminated dust particles floating about. "Please don't lie." It became more of a plead than an accusation.
Astounded at how little she trusted him, Inuyasha.
"But I saw her body Kagome. I saw that she was dead!"
'If she's dead, why can I still feel the piece missing from my soul. Why I can still feel Kikyo's presence in my mind...' Kagome despaired.
"You know Inuyasha, she will always be there... She's not dead, you just wait." She laughed and cried, unsure of which was more fitting. "Next week there will be rumors about her once again, walking the earth as a vengeful clay spirit."
"Kagome! Why can't you just accept that she's dead and that I care about you!" Inuyasha hissed, at the end of his rope.
"Pfft."Kagome was exasperated, itching to explain exactly how wrong he was. "You might have seen that 'dead' corpse of a woman." She raised her fingers in quotes to accentuate the uncertainty of this word 'dead.' "But I have felt her in my soul every moment since the day that witch brought her back to life. I feel the piece of soul she stole from me, and it's still gone. She's still there."
Inuyasha's golden irises bloomed into a state of disbelief. He gawked at the reincarnate that he'd come here intending to bring home.
Kagome finally met his gaze, a solemn rendezvous, her sad, grayed eyes searching deep within him for something that said he wouldn't go back to find the body.
In a horrifying moment of realization, he knew that the battle had been won. That he hadn't done enough thinking. She'd slaughtered his argument, and left him at a loss for words to drown in his lake of doubt.
He raised sorrow to his face and stood, murdered without mention.
"I will be back." He croaked and leapt to the sill, stealing one last glance at the steely penetrators and was gone.
Loneliness is reading the newspaper at busstop x,
The residue left at the bottom of a teacup.
Loneliness is a two-inch tree,
The tip jar's penny.
The busy signal echoing,
The tree that falls to deaf ears
The tears stains on your pillow slip
Vanquished by detergents
The diary you never wrote in
A single-bud vase.
That is Loneliness.