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( A u t h o r' s N o t e ) Hey all. I've got another Miroku x Kikyou one-shotter for you since you liked the first one so much. I actually wrote this for numisma for a meme... the first line belongs to her. Hope you guys like it.
Within the walls of his home hang windows into other worlds. Each window is a different life he's lived – a different lie he's lived. Every day he walks past them and wonders, 'What will I be today?'. A monk, a lecher, a son, a warrior, a merchant, a thief, a friend, a lover... or perhaps just himself?
He can never forget the feeling. It's impossible to forget the feeling. The feeling of pure freedom – or maybe it's just pure emptiness – brought on by sliding through a window, slipping into a different skin, pretending to start all over. It's living suicide. It feels like he's just been born anew and maybe this time, maybe this window, is his ticket to forever.
And yet his windows are only one-way streets. Once he's through them he can never go back. The first sight that greets him when he climbs over the edge is a brand new house with shining new windows and it's all he has in him not to just keep jumping until he reaches oblivion.
Sometimes when he's staring into a window – contemplating taking the jump, stuck between emptiness behind him and in front of him and inside of him and no way to escape it – he wonders why he starts over so much when he has such little life to live. Every second he's alive the wind eats away at his insides a little bit more, kills him a little bit more.
He's been stuck in this one window for a year now, the longest he's ever stayed in one. But there's someone he's met here that makes him never want to leave. Everyone he's ever come across in any of his windows was a window-jumper themselves. Everyone at one time in there life wants to forget everything and just takes the plunge, ready to face a new fate than have to deal with their old one. It speaks of a certain weakness of the human flesh, of desire that whispers to people late at night, tempting them away from the life they live, to escape to one that is in theory so much better, so much more glamorous.
But here there is a person who has more reason for want to escape then any other he had ever met. Here there is a person that no soul ever born would blame if she took the plunge. Here there is a person that has died and been reborn, but still she does not stray from her one window. In life she is a priestess and even in death – in freedom from the Jewel of Four Souls that had for so long been a ball and chain on her soul – she is still a priestess. She has no love, she has only duty, even though her insides are as empty as if she had just been born.
There is something about her that he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to. He watches and waits for her, seeing something of a savior in her eyes. Maybe she can save him from emptiness albeit she could not save herself. Every human lives in search of something constant and never-changing. Something they can see when they look around and say it's ok if everything is different because a piece of my life is still here.
For all of his inconsistency, Miroku never expected to be rewarded with the one thing every human desires. And when he's perched on a windowsill, ready to close his eyes and fall into forever, he sees her and only her, and steps down from the edge.
THE END