You walk on like a woman in suffering
Won't even bother now to tell me why
You come alone, letting none of us savour the moment
Leaving me broken another time

The blood stained miko walks her road alone.

She hunched up, half crawling as her body shook. I don't know what to do, but my body has back away on its own accord. I was speechless, this wasn't the Kikyou I knew, this was a monster in disguise. Everything about her beckoned evil, set chills up my spine, this is the very opposite of the Kikyou I knew. "I didn't," I said, wanting to run and hug her, yet to scared to "kill you". She pulled herself up, standing tall, her face visible but still scary, still evil. She walks towards me, and for the first time I think Kikyou is going to really hurt me. "Inu… yasha" She mutters, placing her hand on my shoulder, the other hand on my cheek.

"You deny it, even you yourself, but you Inuyasha… killed me," She says, gripping my hair suddenly and yanking my face closer to hers. "DO NOT DENY THE TRUTH!" She screams, throwing me across the room with a force I didn't know she had. My head is spinning, I can't really see. She has a hold of me again, gripping my kimono top, her hand above my head and resting on the wall. "You know this all, you have to" She snaps, but I'm sure I can hear the faintest and ALMOST silent sob underline her words. "Kikyou…" I sigh, and now my head is pounding, I'm gripping my gut; all I can feel is a wave of pain. My eyes have rolled back, and I can't hear what Kikyou is saying.

You come on like a bloodstained hurricane
Leave me alone, let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
I don't want to mention, the reason I know

That I am stricken and can't let you go
When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run

Suddenly I can see myself hitting her, clawing her and blood covering me. I see myself stabbing her eyes, clawing at her legs as the flesh rips off easily. I screaming some sort of betrayal, it's hard to tell what I'm saying with the foam coming from my mouth. I've taken her and broken her arm, laughing while she begs why. I lean down, taking her fingers and breaking them each one at a time.

I'm licking her neck, lapping the blood up. "Kikyou… you whore" I've said, and while she lays there, half alive with her leg broken and both arm, I dig my finger into her chest. I'm pulling out flesh and skin with my claw, blood has gushed out accordingly. I'm making little inserts into her body, just making her feel pain but not killing her.

I raise her face to mine, smiling while I kiss her. She has hot salty tears running down her cheeks, and I can't help but bite down into her cheek. She lets out a faint scream, but I think I did something to her neck and the scream is more a strange noise.

I want to stop hurting her, but I can't, my hands seem like they have a life of their own. I feel sick to my gut despite the fact I'm smiling while I raise my hand covered in blood to let the red liquid drip on me. She lets out a sob like noise, more like she was tried of holding onto life, and I don't see her move anymore. I poke at her body a couple of times; I even claw her again, to see if she is dead or not. Her chest isn't moving; she is lying silent before me. A man with the baboon pelt is in my head the whole time, beckoning to me keep hurting her.

You don't know what your power has done to me
I want to know if I'll heal inside
I can't go on with a holocaust about to happen
Seeing you laughing another time

I awake to Kikyou surrounded by dead men; I think guards, and fighting off more. I'm hurting all over and feel sick but I still able to dart to Kikyou and grab hold of her. She is covered in blood, this isn't the Kikyou I know at all, her soul is blackened, the old Kikyou would never allow someone else's blood to touch her. I have hold of her waist and I'm darting out of the castle, trying to save Kikyou from herself.

"Let me go" She growls, which is scarier then a yell, and stabs me firmly in the gut with a short sword. I close my eyes in the case of the awkward pain; still I'm running from the castle, and into the forest. She is twisting the sword with every second I'm holding onto her, I'm coughing up blood.

I can't run anymore and I stumble over myself, Kikyou falling to the ground with me. I'm holding my side with the sword stuck in it while curling in pain. "Kikyou" I breathe as she stands up, pulling out another sword. "Please" I beg, trying to sit up but my body feels like cement and doesn't want to move. "Why did you do it?" She asks, holding the sword in one hand, back on the tree and eyes displaying her sadness. "I… didn't! The man with the baboon pelt" I mutter, trying to pull the sword from my side out, but the pain is so much I vomit.

She shakes her head, a confused look covering her face as she leans on the tree for, it looks like, support. "Liar" She snaps, tears making her eyes glossy as she tries to fight them back, she is breathing in heavily. I start crawling to her even if my body is begging me to stop, the blood loss may actually end up killing me if she doesn't. "Please, believe me, why would I kill the woman… I love?" I ask and rest on her feet, which she is moving while trying to get me off them, but not really since she would have if she wanted to. "To get the jewel," She sobs, kicking me off her and running to another near by tree.

I pull the jewel out of my top, letting it roll across the grass for less then a second. She stares at it, then at me, and walks slowly forward. She picks it up, looks at me, and snaps, "You're a liar, you didn't just kill me, you tortured me. I can't trust you; you're not making any sense. You got off on hurting me, didn't you?!" She screams, and suddenly a feel a sharp pain all in my body.

You'll never know how your face has haunted me
My very soul has to bleed this time
Another hole in the wall of my inner defences
Leaving me breathless, the reason I know

I smile as I see her stabbing me gut, leaning over me and hair covering her face. "He… promised that, you wouldn't remember your death, my Kikyou" I say and brush away her hair from her face to see tears, like a river, running down her cheeks. "My only regret, even if you never believe me, is that you can remember your death. I'm sorry it was my hands, but it was not my soul," I mutter and suddenly she collapses on me. She is crying wildly, and I hug her a little. "Don't cry, I hurt you and I wasn't strong enough to stop myself, I'm sorry again, I love you Kikyou," I mutter. She nuzzles my neck and I can't tell if it's wet because of blood or tears, maybe a bit of both. I'm dying and can only think some things I've learned over these years.

You are your own jailer, your own torturer. The pain you put yourself in is worse then any other pain someone can inflict on you. Love is something meant to be tested, and it is because of these tests that we do not accept, we fail. Love is more powerful then we give credit for, it is the one pure thing that even in this corrupted world, which has always been corrupt, we can still fight for. The word love is now one of a few things: Spoken too soon, not spoken at all, or simply a hallow word to the person. Without love, we have nothing, no friendship, no family, and no happiness. To kill away your love is to kill away a part of yourself, to make yourself void. It is because of love that we are all human.