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quirkysmuseFandom: Inuyasha
Title: The In-Between of Moving On
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Chapter 475-ish
Characters/Pairings: Inuyasha/Kikyou, and Inuyasha/Kagome implied
Genre: Tragedy/Introspective
Sucked up and spit out, she was gone again; the acid of truth was still fresh on his throat.
Then she became just a memory, and she had always been a memory – not always alive but still unattainable. In and out of his brain and heart she wandered, always clawing for him.
Mourning her now seemed redundant, and he was tired of remembering his beloved either falling over cliffs or dying in the arms of the enemy. Even though he still cherished her, he knew he had the strength to move on. But the thought always lingered within him ...
Could she possibly come back?
Then he’d peek around corners ... waiting ... hoping that she’d reappear; saint or devil, it didn’t matter.
Her warmth was already going stale in his muscles.
If he didn’t hold her soon, didn’t see her soon – he’d just go back to wallowing again.
And his enemies liked when he wallowed. They enjoyed when he craved her, a woman already dead fifty years past – becoming a tool for their wretched schemes.
“It’s okay. You came back after all.”
And he looks at her, and though real memories cannot return from shadows, he could live in new ones. Within her eyes he can see Kikyou’s essence. In Kagome he can always find something there that he had lost ...
And something he can regain anew.
With Kikyou gone and rested, they could finally leave together, with memory whispering in their bones and tomorrow stirring on the horizon.
Title: The In-Between of Moving On
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Chapter 475-ish
Characters/Pairings: Inuyasha/Kikyou, and Inuyasha/Kagome implied
Genre: Tragedy/Introspective
Sucked up and spit out, she was gone again; the acid of truth was still fresh on his throat.
Then she became just a memory, and she had always been a memory – not always alive but still unattainable. In and out of his brain and heart she wandered, always clawing for him.
Mourning her now seemed redundant, and he was tired of remembering his beloved either falling over cliffs or dying in the arms of the enemy. Even though he still cherished her, he knew he had the strength to move on. But the thought always lingered within him ...
Could she possibly come back?
Then he’d peek around corners ... waiting ... hoping that she’d reappear; saint or devil, it didn’t matter.
Her warmth was already going stale in his muscles.
If he didn’t hold her soon, didn’t see her soon – he’d just go back to wallowing again.
And his enemies liked when he wallowed. They enjoyed when he craved her, a woman already dead fifty years past – becoming a tool for their wretched schemes.
“It’s okay. You came back after all.”
And he looks at her, and though real memories cannot return from shadows, he could live in new ones. Within her eyes he can see Kikyou’s essence. In Kagome he can always find something there that he had lost ...
And something he can regain anew.
With Kikyou gone and rested, they could finally leave together, with memory whispering in their bones and tomorrow stirring on the horizon.