Night and Day
There are moments when Inuyasha's friends, as deeply as he loves them, drive him insane. There are moments when he wants to scream will you just shut up? None of you know anything about how I feel! How can you give me advice when you two fools can't even admit you love each other?
They seem to think that he's going out of his way to hurt Kagome. He knows nothing is further from the truth. He loves Kagome. He would die for her, he would wait forever for her.
She is bright, and beautiful, and innocent, and everything Kikyo isn't.
But he loves Kikyo, too. She was his first love, one of the first who didn't treat him like a freak who needed to be put down. She was a balm to his wounded soul.
She was calm, and soothing, and peaceful, and everything Kagome isn't.
They are night and day. They are yin and yang; left and right; two sides of the same coin; every trite and overused cliché he can think of.
They are the two sides of his heart.
How can he choose between his heart, and his heart? How can he choose, when he loves them both?
How can they not understand? How can they say that they accept him, that they know him, that they understand him, when they don't even understand that?
He looks down at his sword, resting in the crook of his arm. Then he straightens, and watches the sun rise, bringing the new day.
He has promises to keep.
End
A/N – Hopefully not as morbid as the rest. Heh.