Unwritten, an inuyasha fanfic

I love this song. It's in my head. Enjoy anyways.

Midori

Kikyou stared at the blackboard that the professor had written an assignment on. How she hated the new school year. It would mean new people, new faces...

More assignments.

Today's assignment, the first one out of the whole year was to write about yourself. Write anything,

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Kikyou was not good at herself. She didn't even understand herself herself. How could she ever possibly write about herself? The assignment wasn't difficult. It wasn't for others. Everyone's page was filled already. Her own page was blank. She looked around and saw a girl with wavy black hair. Her hair reached down to the desk and scratched at her pages of writing, which her pen was still going on. Still writing. Kikyou's paper was blank. Not written on.

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

She looked at the blank piece of lined paper. Her mind was all clogged up and she couldn't think very well. It was as if there was no fresh air. She looked up at the windows of the school. They were closed and though it wasn't warm inside, it was pretty stuffy. The windows were so dusty, she could barely see through them. The sunshine didn't even shine through the dirty window of such.

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations

Kikyou felt her thought slipping away out the window. If only she could be herself again, the way she was before the new school year. Why couldn't she just be regular and not be so shy? Why did she have to take almost the whole school year to be known throughout her whole class? That was a goal. It was something that seemed so close to grasp. So close to accomplish. She told herself to stand out in the class normally instead of shyly. She felt so confident about it. She was actually ready to do so. But once she went into the classrooom, it all changed and she became her old self again. It was all too close.

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

She had to do it sometime. This was her life and she couldn't have fear take over it. Her life was just once. She had only one life to live. What did she care? She wanted herself to not be shy. She was going to make it that way. It wasn't going to be easy, but she probably could. And Kikyou wrote about herself. She wrote about who she was, what things she likes. It was off to a good start for a beginner like her. She knew that no one else could feel what she felt. No one else could say what she said. It was all best to just do what she wished and not regret it, not think about it before. Sometimes, you didn't want to think too much either about what you are going to do. It wasn't always think before you act.

Oh, oh, oh

Days past that day of thought past by. Time flew by as the school year began to suddenly flip by. It was soon November.

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Kikyou had finally broke through the shell of her past life, at least a little bit. She was beginning to feel more comfortable and most of the whole school knew her and at least of a quarter of the school were her branch of friends. It was like a big friend tree.

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Kikyou remembered the first week of school with the assignment that had started it all. She silently and secretly thanked it day after day, for letting her think herself through and letting her break out of herself. The sun had finally shown words that she didn't know. She didn't know that people thought she was cool. She didn't know that she was pretty fast at running, until another person said so. She didn't know she was capable of making friends. She didn't know anything about herself.

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

She had finally found herself. She wasn't a nobody anymore, she was a person with a history. Her life was like a book. The past was already written, and she was the author of her own story. The end wasn't written yet and she just had to write it. She opened herself to the outside world.

It was done. She had touched her goal. It was finally done. Done. Done. Done. An accomplishment. A life long goal. Done. Done.

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

She was only staring at blank pages of her life. She hadn't done anything new. She didn't try anything out. She didn't ask questions. She didn't make new friends. She couldn't believe that shehad gotten so far in her life. Yet there was much more to finish. Still more to accomplish. Kikyou believed she couldn't tackle each goal down, one by one.

And she believed that she would finish them all. Just like she did with the blank page of her assignment. The blank page of a goal done.

Oh, yeah, yeah

Wew...

Now, I can take a break from FanFiction after updating my profile and everything. I am done with my work for this hour.

Just some more stories to type so that they don't take up too much space in my head.

Midori