bearmoon: First person to post a fanfic for the group Kikyou's Arrows. IT's a small little group focused on Kikyou from Inuyasha. If you're into Kikyou, I'd suggest you to join Kikyou's Arrows. Just check out the web link on our bio page. Also, this first chapter is told in Kikyou's pov, in case you get confused.
Mirror Dreams
Chapter One: Reflection
I suppose no one ever thinks they can really reach their goals. When I was younger I was determined to. If I had known then that I would be selling myself to survive, I never would have allowed my life to continue. I guess this is why we can't foresee our own futures.
Last night was one of my usual customers. I woke this morning to the restless flapping of my curtains in the morning breeze. I threw on my silky crimson robe to close the window, my steps soft and gentle so that my customer would not be awoken by unpleasant sounds. As I lowered the latch, my eyes drifted to the snowy scenery before me. So quiet and calm. Yet it was so dead, like I had been for the last three years; living for the pleasure of others, never for my own. As I turned towards the hallway that lead to the bedroom, my gaze landed on the silver mirror hanging in the living room. I stood before with a blank stare. The reflection of the woman in the mirror was not me. Her eyes were an icy blue, colder than the snow outside. Her raven hair was silken, yet unkempt, complimenting her rose lips and pale skin. There was no life behind that face, in the woman in the mirror. Just a person living day by day with no expectations. And I wonder if I will ever see the other woman who used to reside in the mirror instead.
I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. How silly of me to think that people reside in the mirror. Just me, Kikyou. The vixen. The temptress. The lifeless one. The cold-hearted bitch. I shrug these thoughts from my mind, slipping into bed beside a man I have no feelings for, nor whom I wish to care for, to greet him with a smile when he wakes.
Yet still my restless thoughts wonder if there ever will be a person I can care for. I wonder this as I slip back into my abyss of dreamless sleep, beside a stranger, in a cold, lifeless house in the city of love.
Yes it was short, but I intended it to be that way. It's just a sample chapter. If anyone wants be to continue, please leave a review.