A/N: I dunno why I wrote this but I guess it just happened. This is Kikyo's point of view. I think I could write this only because me and Kikyo have a lot in common. Anyway, here ya go! Oh yeah, it's going to be short.
It has been so long ago, yet the scars remained unhealed. I still resent him even though I know the true culprit. To me, he still betrayed me by loving her. I thought I was the one he loved. Or maybe it's our soul he loves. We do share the same soul.
Souls. My Soul Collectors are always collecting them for me, leaving me feeling like a burglar. They steal the souls from young women who have died and give them to me. If only I had my real soul. The soul that we share. Or shared. She is now the owner and I am left with only a body of clay.
Kagome. Why didn't she hate me? She helped me get out of the cave that tried to eat us both. She wouldn't leave me and save herself. She carried me. Even after all that I did to her she still helped me. I tried to kill her, I stole her jewel shards, I even kissed Inuyasha in front of her and tried to take him to hell.
Inuyasha. It wasn't him that killed me. Who did he really love? Me or her? Did he love her, not me? Maybe after all I've done to him he decided to move on. But neither of us belong with him. I'm dead and she's from another era. Maybe he cares for us both.
Caring. Why should I care about this world? The world of the living? I don't belong here, yet Urasue brought me to this world and I detest her long after her death. I despise the world of the living. Maybe that's why I play Naraku's game.
Naraku. The one who separated Inuyasha and myself. He is evil, yet I don't care. I gave him the shards I stole from her and he still tries to kill me. But he still has Onigumo's heart and can't kill me.
Onigumo. The one who started this chaos. If he hadn't fed his body to demons none of this would have started. This small problem wouldn't have escalated into a disaster.
I walk down a forest path while thinking these thoughts, oblivious to everything around me. The silver bodies of my Soul Collectors float around me but I pay them no heed.
I hear a rustling in the bushes a few feet ahead and this makes me come back to reality. A small boy in ripped clothing is standing in front of me looking half starved. He had scratches all over his body as if had been beat a numerous amount of times and no one stopped to see if he was okay.
"Priestess…" He said weakly. I walked over to him, bent down, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"It will be okay child. I will heal you." I said and picked him up on my back. It wouldn't hurt to do a good deed.
