Title: O Promise Me
Author: landofthekwt
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Promise (The Wilted Rose #33)
Genre: Wedding Vows
Word Count:437
Warning: None
Summary: Inuyasha reflects on promises made and promises broken after Kikyou's revival
He stared into the sky. Her death had broken his spirit. She had been so angry, so hateful. Not that he could blame her for her anger. He had felt the same way when he was revived. That was why he had clung to her even as she lashed out at him. He understood.
So many promises. Husband and wife. Becoming human. Living together. It was like remembering a dream that you had been part of and waking up to discover that reality was a nightmare.
Yesterday everything seemed possible. His promises of love and marriage which she had stilled on his lips were to become true. A simple wish and all their dreams would come true. A fairy tale ending to their lonely lives of endless fighting.
He had sympathized with her plight. The Jewel brought nothing but hardship and emptiness to her. He had been deluded into thinking the Jewel could bring him power. Instead, he had found her. Together they could fulfill the promises which they could not bring themselves to utter.
She was not angry because she thought he had killed her. It was not even about the fact that he had stole the Jewel. Her anger was about the promises. She had relied on the promises. They had become her guiding light. If she could just fight through to the promised day, she would not have to fight anymore.
She would be an ordinary woman. He would be her husband. She would bear his children. They would have a . Something that neither of them had ever had. All they had before was the endless loneliness. It was that look of loneliness that she had given him that stolen his heart.
She might not believe him, but he had wanted that future. Having a home and family. Someone to call his own. Better to take on mortality than to continue his life alone. He knew he loved her.
More than anything in the world he had wanted to make her happy. He could feel what she wanted. A home. A family. A husband. A life together. He wanted it, too. He had not regrets about the promises. If it had come true, they would have lived happily ever after.
But fairy tales did not come true. Instead of the fairy tale, they had both died at the end. Bitter that the dream had not come true and the promises had not been kept. All she had was hate for him and all he had was a sense of loss about dreams that would never come true. How had it come to this?