Kagome
Kagome. Light of my life, apple of my eyes. Kah-go-may. The straightening of the lips, only to purse them together again in a pucker and finally to tap them against each other like a kiss. Ka. Go. Me. My heart break and my band-aid, my sweetheart and my darling, my innocence, my sin. My life, my heart, my love, my everything. Kagome.
To her friends, she was Kagome chan. To the kit she was a sama. In formality, she was Higurashi, but in my arms, she was always just Kagome.
Was she the first? No. Indeed, my love for Kagome may never have existed had it not been for the rapturous and hopeless, unfulfilled love and lust for a certain priestess. Kikyo. The only thing they share is the 'o' in the puckering of my lips.
But my love for Kagome … Unpredictable? Perhaps as unpredictable as Naraku's next attack. Strange? Maybe as strange as I. Hopeless? Most definitely. But true? Indeed. And maybe Kikyo and her share more than my puckered lips.
Ladies and gentlemen, look at this tangle of thorns.
Author's Notes
I read quite a bit so I decided that for every book I read I should write something inspired by the book. This particular piece describing Inu Yasha's musings on Kagome was inspired by Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, a very … interesting book. Hope you enjoyed it!
(Idiot's Guide- It mentioned the 'o' in the puckering of his lips. When you say Kagome, the middle syllable makes your lips turn into an 'o', however, that's also the way someone may pucker their lips before they kiss someone, and Inu Yasha and Kikyo … you get the picture. Tangle of thorns, somewhat symbolic of a love trangle. Painful, messy, and just plain hard to get out of.)