Thou Crimson Gaze

She didn't know what was happening. Kagura had appeared out of no where and attacked with tons of demons. And as one of the grotesque demons attacked,Kagome was shocked as broad claws tore into her torso, yet she felt strangely detatched from her body. She barely felt the pain as she collapsed. Barely felt the arms wrap protectively around her, barely saw the crimson eyes gazing at her before the darkness consumed. Blissfull uncounciousness, blissfull naiivete.

She woke. Who was she? All she knew was crimson eyes, all else drew blank. She sat, trying to remember. Crimson...eyes...

They held the key to her memories.

She wandered aimlessly. Her name was lost, she no longer had an identity. even if she did learn who she was, she'd no longer be that person. She was known as Rosuto. She was known as Lost. For, in truth, she was a lost soul.

The greatest tradgedy is not to know and hate who you are, but to have forgotten your identity.

She had forgotten happiness, anger and depression. She had forgotten love and hatred. All she knew was crimson.

She thrived to know who she was, to fill the darkness in her mind. In her soul.

She devoted her entire day, her life, to finding the crimson eyed one who would release her from being lost. She could be someone again.

She was scared to learn she had obsessed over those eyes, time and time again, she would lose herself in her only memory.

Dreams plauged her now. Dreams of a tempermental hanyou, a fierce demon slayer, a lecherous monk, a kitsune kit. But the dream she most adored...the wind witch with the crimson eyes.

She had finally found the object of her obsession, of her desire. The witch was injured, raggedly breathing. Pain gripped Rosuto as she watched. Startled crimson eyes glanced up.

"Ka-Kagome?" she asked, breathlessly. Rotsuro froze, and slowly she heard many voices chiming her name in her head. Covering her ears and closing her eyes, she tried to block out the calls, desperate calls, saddend calls. Calls that returned the naiive little girl locked up deep within.

Tenderly, Rotsuro touched the witch...Kagura, and met her gaze, the gaze she so adored. It had been her last hope in the darkness. She couldn't help loving that gaze, as it was the light through the terrible darkness. It had saved her. Her salvation. Kagura stared hard at her. "D-don't you hate me?" Kagura asked meekly, almost afraid of the answer. Kagura hadn't seen the miko since she saved her the year before. She didn't understand why she saved her, but since then the miko had occupied her thoughts, and the witch worried. She was releived to see the miko alive. A bit battered, but alive.

"I don't hate you...for I am Rotsuro." she responded tenderly, and Kagura nodded.

Not Kagome anymore...Rotsuro.

"Perhaps one day I will be Kagome, perhaps one day I will remember the hate and anger, but I will forgive, for I will also be Rotsuro."

Perhaps one day, we will all be strong enough to forget hatred. For it takes strength and courage to forget those painful years filled with hate and move on. We must not forget though, we must learn. There is a fine line between love and hate, and from hate, one can learn to love.

End of One-shot.

I'm in an expeirimenting stage right now, and will be putting out some crack-pairing fics. All kinds because I want to try change. I'll have fun with it, but most will stick to my tragic way of writing.