Dare to Say
So many things that linger through our minds, most of us try not to think about it. Things that we would tell no one, we wouldn't dare to tell anyone.
For instance, Kagome doesn't want to think about Inuyasha and Kikyou, or Naraku. But she does. A sad thought, even the reincarnation is bound to feel the agony of loving someone just outside your reach. Every time he leaves her, she feels the needles in her heart as plentiful as the stars tonight. But she wouldn't dare say it.
And Inuyasha... Well that's a whole different case. He's got much on his shoulders, the fate of our world as we know it. The weight of Kikyou's death pulling him down, and the burden of all the Sacred jewel fragments. A hateful brother, Kagome's sadness over him, and Naraku constantly causing troubles, I'm surprised he's got enough left to eat ramen. He's so tired. But he wouldn't dare say it.
Miroku has a totally different approach. He flirts with women, steals and lies, going against is vows I suppose... Yet he hates it all. He knows that his wind tunnel will devour him, and anything around him. His days are numbered, and he knows it. But he wouldn't dare say it.
Shippo knows more then he lets on. Both his parents were murdered by the Thunder brothers, and he knows the tone of death well. He looks up to Inuyasha a lot, though he almost cries when Kagome leaves. Children should not be subjected to such an adventure. He wants to go home, he wants his family back. But he wouldn't dare say it.
And Sango... My dearest Mistress, she's lost nearly everything. I knew what she was going to do. She would have killed herself if not for Inuyasha. Her eyes burn with a fire of the hunt, but inside it's beginning to become a dull flame, nearly doused by the sand. She just wants to leave, wants to go home, curl up inside and let the ravens pick apart her flesh. But she won't let herself, and she wouldn't dare say it.
And I? I can't talk. I can only make mewling noising and purr against the comfort of my mistress. I can only paw at her hands, which are always so cold. I can only ride into battle, attacking demon's left and right until the day is done. I can only lean against her when she tends to the graves of the village. I can do nothing to comfort the hell that she has somehow managed to endure. I can do nothing.
I'm just a cat.
