All But A Dream
Oct. 21st, 2015 12:12 amTitle: All But a Dream
Author: browneyedmami
Fandom: Inuyasha
Genre: Angst
Characters/Pairings: Kikyo
Summary: Kikyo's thoughts on being "alive" once more.
Notes: Written for
iy_wiltedrose week 15: dream
I feel as though I’ve just woken up from some long drawn out dream. My body is here, but my soul is not. I am not the same Kikyo the village once knew.
To be alive in this world again and to see how much it has changed is amazing. So much is different, but yet the same. Many of the people I once knew are either dead or aging. It’s very strange to see these people be the age I should be if I were still “alive”, and yet here I am still in my youth.
I wake to see the man who betrayed me alive, even though he was bound to that tree by me. How this is possible is beyond me, and I cannot help but feel confused.
Then to make matters worse, I have a reincarnation of mine walking around; or at least that’s what they say. I don’t want to believe it. I refuse to believe it. Sure, she has some of the skills and abilities I have, but she is not me. I am me, and me alone. No one can replace me.
That girl shouldn’t even be here. She is from a different time period entirely and it upsets me to see that she is doing a lot of the very things I wanted to accomplish when I was alive. Some may call this jealousy, but I call it annoyance. I’m thoroughly annoyed that this girl thinks she can come in and take my place.
And so as I call my soul collectors, my source for “living”, I can’t help but hope that I am still buried underneath the ground and that this is all but a dream.
Author: browneyedmami
Fandom: Inuyasha
Genre: Angst
Characters/Pairings: Kikyo
Summary: Kikyo's thoughts on being "alive" once more.
Notes: Written for
I feel as though I’ve just woken up from some long drawn out dream. My body is here, but my soul is not. I am not the same Kikyo the village once knew.
To be alive in this world again and to see how much it has changed is amazing. So much is different, but yet the same. Many of the people I once knew are either dead or aging. It’s very strange to see these people be the age I should be if I were still “alive”, and yet here I am still in my youth.
I wake to see the man who betrayed me alive, even though he was bound to that tree by me. How this is possible is beyond me, and I cannot help but feel confused.
Then to make matters worse, I have a reincarnation of mine walking around; or at least that’s what they say. I don’t want to believe it. I refuse to believe it. Sure, she has some of the skills and abilities I have, but she is not me. I am me, and me alone. No one can replace me.
That girl shouldn’t even be here. She is from a different time period entirely and it upsets me to see that she is doing a lot of the very things I wanted to accomplish when I was alive. Some may call this jealousy, but I call it annoyance. I’m thoroughly annoyed that this girl thinks she can come in and take my place.
And so as I call my soul collectors, my source for “living”, I can’t help but hope that I am still buried underneath the ground and that this is all but a dream.