Kikyo's Journey
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Chapter 3: My Wish
Light, wet blades of grass are brushing against my feet. The sun, so high up in the sky this day, the rustle of the tree branches surrounding the air around me. A brisk wind blew through my hair as I relished the feeling of being alive. I clutched the Shikon Jewel close to me, my heart beating fast. Inu-Yasha. . . I stood in the clearing, my lips curled into a smile. We shall finally be together. . .
A twig snapped.
My ears pricked up, hearing a swift movement behind me. But before I had the chance to turn, I felt sharp, cold claws slashing through my body, falling to the ground head first. My breathing came in shallow gasps, feeling warm blood gush out of my body. What happened?
A foot slammed down on my clutched hand of the Shikon Jewel, clawed fingers picking the jewel up daintily. As I looked up slowly, I found myself staring into the face of the very man who I was waiting for. Inu-Yasha.
"Fool! Did you really think that I would become human?!" he cried out, laughing at me. "Thanks for the jewel, wench!"
My heart pounded fast. Inu-Yasha. . . Why?!
"This jewel. . . It's thirsty for blood!" Inu-Yasha continued, walking away. "Maybe I'll go slaughter the village!"
"N-No. . . Inu-Yash. . . Inu-Yasha. . ." I whispered, feeling my vision dimming. The birds chirped their merry tune, the wind whispering its faithful music throughout the land. The sun shined down on me as I felt its warm rays absorbing into my body. This wasn't supposed to happen! Why does life go on with this madness?! Why isn't the lightning striking the terrible half-demon?! Why?!
My hands clutched onto the soft grass blades I once stood on. Well, I won't let him destroy me. . .
With heaving breaths I walked to the village, seeing my home set afire, my people running in fear and panic. I searched through the nightmare, searching for that man, that man who stole it all. . .
Suddenly I saw him. He was bounding away, something glimmering in his hand. The Shikon No Tama. . . The half-demon was grinning at himself, thinking that he had won. My eyes flared with anger as I drew my arrow and set my bow. It creaked slowly, knowing when and where to shoot at him. He bounded toward a tree. Traitor. .
"Inu-Yasha!" I screamed, releasing my arrow.
And just like that, he flew, he flew straight into the tree's sacred trunk, the arrow pinning him against it. He groaned loudly, pressing his chest hard. The Jewel fell to the soft dirt with a clink, the glow subsiding. I walked slowly, a trail of blood followed. I picked up stone carefully.
"The Jewel. . . For such a thing. . ." I whispered, staring into Inu-Yasha's eyes. "Why Inu-Yasha? Why?" With a groan I fell to the ground, staring at the man I once wished to live my life with. But when he didn't answer back, I knew, I knew that he was dead.
I felt my heart shatter. Inu-Yasha. . . What have I done? My body shivered as I crumpled to the ground, weeping silently. No matter what you done to me, I still loved you. . .
I stared at his still body. I can't. . . I will not leave you. We promised to be together, and that promise I shall keep.
Kaede and the villagers surrounded me, telling me to stay alive. But I couldn't hear them. My wish, as I spoke to them, was to bury the Shikon Jewel with me, to carry through the world beyond.
And there I died, waiting for him, wishing for him, to come to me once more.
The Shas-Was laughed as they kicked me hard in the stomach, my body sprawled on the ground in a heap of groans and anger.
During our times in this wretched pit, if the Shas-Was were fed up of our constant silence, they would often come over to one of our poor souls and feed us the last scene of our deaths. Every time it happens, the person punished will fall to their knees and cry, begging the creatures to make it stop. The memories are too much. How the fiends feed off us disgust me.
They do love bothering me. I was the only one out of all of the souls who didn't cry or beg, and the terrible creatures find it rather amusing. I felt another jab in my side, but stood quiet, as always.
Why do I not weep? Is it because of that half-demon? I am such a fool. My hands curled into fists, gathering the dirt in my clutched fingers.
"Aye, look at the little lassy!" one said, kicking me once more.
"No cries eh? What's the matter? Did ye wish to die, to live in this hellhole?!" another laughed, smashing a staff against my backside, feeling every bone in my body shatter into millions of pieces.
Suddenly the Soul Skimmers slid their way down towards me, hissing at the demons and flicking their tails towards them. They sneered at my little friends, but flew away anyway, not wishing to fight with the ones who bring the souls to them. With shaking arms I sat up slowly, the Soul Skimmers wrapping themselves around my body.
Their tiny legs twitched against my skin, almost asking if I was alright. I smiled wryly at them, stroking their silky heads. My eyes lowered as the chains around my body clinked together.
I wish I could leave. I want to leave. But I can't, not as long as the chains of my death are still wrapped amongst my body. With this, the Shas-Was have complete power over me. How I hate this place.
My hand brushed the place where I felt those talons grasped my body. My anger soared as I remembered why I died. And to think that I died for him. . .
The hatred in my soul grew with no limit as time passed on, the anger in my heart filling my body. Even if I have to live with torture for every day of my death, to live with the very fiends that made the darkness, I'd rather live here than what I fear the worst of. I screamed, clutching my head with my hands.
My only wish in this world is to never see that lying, two faced half-demon again.
To Be Continued. . .
A bit longer this chapter was. The next chapter will be about a certain reincarnation.