A/N: This is about Kikyo after she is reanimated, when her hate for Inuyasha was at its peak. I have done a few "music videos" of Inuyasha to various songs using power point. Thye turned out pretty good, if I dosay so myself, and I do. My favorite and best done one is to "My Immortal" by Evenescence from Inuyasha's pointy of view. I have done one to Faith Hill's "Cry."
"Cry for Me"
How could he? That wretch. That vile beast. How had she ever called him friend? How did she ever call him lover? Oh, hell she wished she were dead, back in that dark hollow where the memories of how he hurt her could not reach. The way he betrayed her. The way he lied to her. And she had been foolish enough to fall right into his little plan, elementary though it was. The disgusting half-breed who dared claim he would become human for her. And who now dared to choose another girl, her copy, over her, Kikyo. How then could that pig try to save her from her fall? Hell take the damn creature, she wanted nothing more than to wash her hands of Inuyasha.
The pain, the torment she suffered from the immature death he imposed upon her, then he managed to stay alive with an arrow through his horrid heart. His deceitful, lying heart. What did she expect him to do? Take it in stride?
"Kikyo…" he had looked shocked as he began to collapse while pinned to the tree. "But, I thought…How could…" He had been more than shocked; he had been crushed. She had seen his soul's crumpling before her when it happened, but now in her new life was when she relished it.
"But now," she tightened her jaw and moved her right arm with great pain. "Now, you live. You live with comrades." Shaking her bangs into her eyes, Kikyo plunged her left hand into the wound on her right shoulder. Raw, unbridled sounds erupted from her lungs as she dug into her fired flesh. "You live with my living blood!" She cried into the darkening woods around the stream. "You should be the one dead, Inuyasha!"
She fell to the ground in a fresh pool of her own blood. Gasping in her never venting rage, Kikyo lifted her left hand into view. The blood was already drying under her fingernails she once kept so clean and carefully, and her crimson shown in the softly fading dusk. Placing her palm back to the ground to push herself up, she winced at the bolt of heat in her shoulder.
"Inuyasha," she gritted her teeth as she pushed her new body upward. "You lied to me."
In the orange glow around her, the forest she faced seamed to whisper to her. On the wind, the words hung and drifted past her ears and she closed her eyes to concentrate in them.
If I had just one tear running down your cheek
Maybe I could cope, maybe I'd get some sleep.
Would she sleep tonight? She didn't know if she was meant to sleep in the replica body. Would Inuyasha shed a tear for her? She once would have nodded yes to that question on impulse, but now she wondered if Inuyasha was even capable of crying. A small crystal fell from her eye to her collar bone. Apparently, she could still weep.
If I had just one moment at your expense
Maybe all my misery would be well spent.
Maybe. Just one more moment with the sheer torture she witnessed on his face when he realized that she had pulled back her bowstring on him. Just one moment when he would be hers only, consumed by that expression. He would feel a glimmer of what she felt.
The wind wanted to speak, and Kikyo being the old woman she was, let it speak.
Could you cry a little?
Lie just a little.
Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain.
I gave now I'm wanting
Something in return.
So cry just a little for me.
Dark clouds of hair blew past her face as she felt her hate begin to lag behind the pure sorrow she found hidden within the airy lyric.
If your love could be caged, honey I would hold the key
And conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me.
And you'd hunt those lies. They'd be all you'd ever find.
And that'd be all you have to know for me to be fine.
Perhaps if Inuyasha would drown in his pain over her actions to him, she could be free to die again. This time without trepidation and unfinished business.
But, she did not want that. She should want that, but it wasn't enough. She did not want to be laid to rest before she could take him to hell with her. In fact, she wanted no rest, only retribution. His hell would be adequate as her salvation.
And you'd cry a little.
Lie just a little.
And baby I would feel just a little less pain.
I gave now I'm wanting
Something in return.
So cry just a little for me.
All she had ever possessed went into her love for him. Her trust, her deep dedication to their life together, took all of her strength. Yet, he took it away by one easy swipe of his demon claws. His half-demon claws.
And, now he was with that girl. That reincarnation, and he seemed to he bent on keeping her secure.
Give it up baby
I hear you're doing fine.
Nothing's gonna save me
'Til I see it in your eyes.
Some kind of heartache honeyA heartache, yes.
Give it a try.
Kikyo gripped her stained fingers into a knot, bringing her fist to her breast. A blue light burst forth from her clenched palm and reverberated off her chest. In a scream, she felt the hurricane of words rip through her power and into her skin.
I don't want pity
I just want what is—"Mine!" Kikyo bellowed into the trees surrounding her shadowy figure. Breath pounded through her, and streaks of sweet poured from her hair. She was becoming the hurricane of bitter words surrounding her.
Could you cry a little?
Lie just a little.
Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain.
I gave now I'm wanting
Something in return.
So cry just a little for me.
Cry just a little for me.
"Inuyasha!" The light from her hand exploded into her entire being, throwing her head back sending rays out through her mouth and fingertips. The pure emotions from her overwhelming hate and sorrow fueled this power surge, and she felt cold, steamy tears pour down her face.
Collapsing to the ground from shear exhaustion, Kikyo pressed her drenched cheek to the earth. Small sounds escaped her lips and hitched in and out of her chest. Wordless sounds, for she had no more words to send out.
Inuyasha would cry, she would see to that. And he would lie, but this time it wouldn't be to her. His pain would be real, and the only pretend he would he would play would be to that girl. That Kagome.
Kikyo regained her stance and looked onward to the west, away from where she fell.
"Inuyasha," she spoke quietly. "We will have our time."
Could you cry just a little for me?
