One more day gone. Not that it mattered. The sun sank behind the majestic mountains, just as it did every night. Just as it would forever and ever.
She hadn't learned to love night for a long time, until she found the peace and solitude in it. She had gained a quiet strength from it, for it was much like her. Rejected and alone, only because of its difference.
She hadn't always been alone. She faintly recalled laughter, happiness, comfort, and the secure feeling that she would always be part of this group. Her mother had said, "We will never hurt you, we love you too much."
The irony of it. Days later, she had a new assignment. She was instantly shunned. She vividly remembered that day...
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"It is time for your daughter...."
"But, what..."
"She will come with me..."
A turmoil of voices surrounded her as she woke up and sleepily rubbed her eyes. She stretched and stood up, wanting to investigate the frantic voices coming from the door, before her mother rushed in carrying a bundle of clothes.
"Get in these quickly, and come to the front of the house when you're done," she said, not meeting her daughter's eyes.
"Mama?" She was already out of the room. The young girl sighed, and then started to put on the clothes, not noticing them for what they were.
She walked out of the room, immediately noticing the stranger standing in the doorway. The stranger walked over, towering over her.
"Hello, Kikyo. Today you will begin your training as a priestess."
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She sighed, the memory bright and sharp, like the blade of a knife, only causing pain and sorrow.
Now, here she was, alive only because of a makeshift body and hate. She had died, because she was a priestess who fell in love with a hanyou. She had died after she had pinned him to the Goshinboku, taking the Shikon no Tama with her to hell.
Her becoming a priestess, a protector of the village, had been the cause of that. If she hadn't become one, this never would have happened.
'But I had no choice,' she reminded herself, a soft breeze playing about her hair, her lips twisting in a cruel smile. 'Why was I chosen?'
One more day had passed. How many more would go by before she would be able to rest in peace?
'Someday...'
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Zora's Notes: Well, yet another of my odd little stories. Finally, the Kikyo story I wanted to write. I was thinking about it for a while. I wrote this differently, but about halfway through I decided I didn't like it and completely rewrote it.
My quote of the day (acquired from playing Super Smash Bros. with Fanta): "Stay properly bloody dead!" Death to all of the Jigglypuff!
Here, I will thanks all of the people who reviewed my other fanfics, even if they were flames. I will also put the disclaimer here: I don't own Inuyasha. Be thankful.