Ship: NarKik
Summary: the thread of fate connects more than just Inuyasha and Kagome. ONE SHOT
" And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself"
- Milan Kundera
He had spent his entire life without ever becoming acquainted with peace.
In the moment she wished away jewel, he knew. How ironic, the woman who shared a soul with one who he killed many years ago had salvaged him.
Is this what is was? Such a fleeting moment. He had never noticed the beauty of warmth, even in his mortal form he had always been plagued by desire. In this moment he wanted nothing at all.
What simplicity there was in it all, in his destiny. Yet—he had answered the call of the demons inside of the jewel. The ones who promised him this feeling, fooled him into thinking it could be achieved with revenge.
Peace was an underwhelming emotion, and yet, it possessed his body as he vanished from the world of the living.
I understand
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Death was a void of nothingness that ached on and on. He had committed enough crimes for a thousand lifetimes and so he would. It was in his acceptance he found comfort.
At first, he wanted a second chance. Not as a redemption arc, but undo the chaos he had invented. Perhaps, on his fateful and last day as Onigumo, he would be kind to the woman he loved by letting her go. And so would disappear his webs of deceit.
He knew it couldn't be. The webs he had woven became tangled with the threads of fate. For if it were not him, another would sit here in this purgatory. There story was simple enough for fate to keep repeating until the end of time, until this exact outcome was achieved.
His love reborn had freed him from the grips of destiny. Here, in this void, he no longer hungered for her.
Kikyo
Her name still felt like poison on her lips. He wished to not disturb her eternal rest so he rationed out his apologies to her. Every few centuries he would say her name like incantation, hoping that in her death, she too understood peace.
X
He deserved to burn for eternity. But energy is neither created or destroyed. It is simply repurposed and set on a new path again.
It is was happened to Kikyo in what felt like eons ago. It happened to mortals and demons alike. To virtuous people and those cloaked in sin. The order of the world took precedent.
Without explanation his nothingness had ceased to exist.
For nine months he pushed inside of a womb. Heard the voice of his father humming a familiar song. He anticipated with thoughts of his past life. Apprehension.
Will destiny claim me or will this life be my own?
His rebirth was as peaceful as his death. He could feel all from his past life leaving him rapidly as his lungs filled with air. His eyes opened, the last connection he had a part of him that would soon cease to exist. In his orbs reflected the image of his mother. Her face sweet, ivory, forgiving——familiar.
With more fierceness his new body demanded to have control. It would cease all thoughts of Naraku and his existence would be wiped from this world all together. He lingered onto her reflection once more.
I've found you.
He hoped this destiny would be kinder than the last they shared.
X
The infant yelled into the new world after minutes of silence. She wailed with the might of a woman who had lived a thousand lifetimes.
Her mother cradled and protected her.Her father kneeled by their bedside, in awe.
On a level that only the dead and those above death could hear, their souls spoke out to each other.
Have we met before?