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quirkysmuseFandom: Inuyasha
Title: Unhappy Return
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters: Kikyou
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Genre: Introspection
Notes: Early series, "cross" prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
iyissekiwa. Winner First Place.
Summary: Kikyou is alive again, but not really.
I’m supposed to be dead, she realizes.
The last thing she recalls is pain from a mortal wound that takes her life. Her life expelled, she crosses the threshold of death through fire as the Shikon no Tama dies with her, like an icicle that pierces her heart.
It was the only way, she muses, and she feels the muscles in her brow contorting within darkness. How can this be? What body does she have?
It’s not her original body; that’s long gone, reduced to a pyre of ashes.
Cautiously, she opens her eyes. How can she feel warmth? She remembers. She fell off a cliff, but her body does not ache.
Is this even a body? Kikyou blinks; she looks up to the heavens and sees blue. Birds are singing close by, alive. But I’m not, she thinks, but she can sit upright and move this unknown form.
Kikyou rises, noticing the dirt around her. Grave soil, she supposes morosely. Anger floods her system, and her heart aches. There’s no blood on her, but she still smells it.
She clenches her fists, hating the world, hating the living singing birds - hating Inuyasha.
She glances up at the cliff where she has fallen, and she glares at nothing, no one looking over the side mocking her - You can’t die, not even from a simple fall! How inhuman you are! Her chest tightens, and she feels hollow - hungry.
Kikyou’s work isn’t done yet; revenge unleashes her second beginning.
Title: Unhappy Return
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters: Kikyou
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Genre: Introspection
Notes: Early series, "cross" prompt at
iyissekiwa. Winner First Place.Summary: Kikyou is alive again, but not really.
I’m supposed to be dead, she realizes.
The last thing she recalls is pain from a mortal wound that takes her life. Her life expelled, she crosses the threshold of death through fire as the Shikon no Tama dies with her, like an icicle that pierces her heart.
It was the only way, she muses, and she feels the muscles in her brow contorting within darkness. How can this be? What body does she have?
It’s not her original body; that’s long gone, reduced to a pyre of ashes.
Cautiously, she opens her eyes. How can she feel warmth? She remembers. She fell off a cliff, but her body does not ache.
Is this even a body? Kikyou blinks; she looks up to the heavens and sees blue. Birds are singing close by, alive. But I’m not, she thinks, but she can sit upright and move this unknown form.
Kikyou rises, noticing the dirt around her. Grave soil, she supposes morosely. Anger floods her system, and her heart aches. There’s no blood on her, but she still smells it.
She clenches her fists, hating the world, hating the living singing birds - hating Inuyasha.
She glances up at the cliff where she has fallen, and she glares at nothing, no one looking over the side mocking her - You can’t die, not even from a simple fall! How inhuman you are! Her chest tightens, and she feels hollow - hungry.
Kikyou’s work isn’t done yet; revenge unleashes her second beginning.
