Inuyasha
couldn’t stand to see her eyes so sad. Their gray-blue depths were filled with tears that threatened to pour over and
slide down her ivory face. Ivory, so perfect and smooth. What did I do to deserve you? The front of
her white miko top was torn at the neck. It was his fault, he didn’t mean to tear it.
He
knew that she was hurt by his drawing away from her just as much as her friends’ rejection of him. The villagers didn’t
trust youkai, and there was no way they’d trust a hanyou, one who even youkai couldn’t stand. She never should
have gotten close to him. She never should have fallen for him . . . how did she?
What
now? The villagers tried to kill him . . . they came with their hayforks and Kikyo had to protect him. He bristled with shame.
He was supposed to protect her. She was his . . . what was she? Did she belong to him? She must! He was going to be human
for her . . . human for only fifty years and then die, old and shriveled. He was giving up everything for her, but they didn’t
trust him.
Would
they ever? Inuyasha looked down at her from his perch in the bows of the old knotty tree. Her eyes were on him, but her thoughts
were so far away that he was sure she wasn’t aware he even existed. How could they continue like this? When they didn’t
trust him . . .
She
had to protect them. The jewel, nestled between her ivory breasts, it brought danger to them. She couldn’t just leave
the village, but would they ever let him stay? Could he bear their scorn? They hated him. He’d seen it in their eyes,
and their mouths whispered “monster” even as Kikyo defended him. Kikyo’s soft lips, so pale, pleaded his
case, and they relented only because of her.
Would
they always relent? Or would he be forced to defend himself one day?
What
would happen if he killed one of them?
Would
Kikyo be able to bear his hands if human blood had ever touched them?
Human
blood . . . the sign of a monster?
How
can you love me when everyone you love hates me? She blinked rapidly, her eyes focusing in on the warm honey of
his. She offered a small smile and beckoned him down. He glared at her but dropped from the tree, landing in a slight crouch
and then stood, proudly erect in front of her.
“They’ll
get used to you.” She promised, reaching out to touch his cheek. Her fingers were calloused from the bowstring. The
same bowstring she used to kill youkai. She used these sweet hands to kill half of what he was over and over again, and he
helped her. It wasn’t her hands that was killing half of him now, but her heart. Or maybe it was just his heart.
Half of me . . . gone . . . weak and human forever.
He
didn’t answer. Kikyo loved him. He knew that. But, could her love last when they all hated him, these people who admired
and loved her, who depended on her. How could she stand to be with someone who everyone couldn’t stand.
She
was a miko. She shouldn’t be with a . . . a monster.
Inuyasha
snapped his hand her wrist and pulled her against him. He let his fingers tangle in her long hair and for a moment, he knew
that they were good together, so close to right. He knew that she was the closest thing to happiness he could ever find .
. .
Unaffected - Hoobastank
There never seems to be
Because what
I believe
A moment I’m not trying
To show them who I am
Why
can't they understand
The things that they're denying?
They're denying...
So
what should I do
Just lay next to you
As though I’m unaffected
And
who should I be
When they're judging me
As though I’m unaffected?
A
chance they'd never give
To ever want to live
The life that I am made of
There's
nothing left to prove
My heart's forever true
What is it they're afraid of?
Afraid
of...
So what should I do
Just lay next to you
As though I’m
unaffected
And who should I be
When they're judging me
As though
I’m unaffected?
Before they even say my face
The knew that I was not the same
And
decided I was not the one for you
For you...
So what should I do?
I'm
not unaffected
And who should I be?
I'm not unaffected
So what
should I do
Just lay next to you
As though I’m unaffected
And
who should I be
When they're judging me
As though I’m unaffected?
Unaffected
. . .
Unaffected . . .
Unaffected . . .
Unaffected . . .
