InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sister Blister ❯ Sister Blister ( Chapter 1 )

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Sister Blister

An Inuyasha fanfic.

What happens when Kagome & Kikyo turn the tables on Inuyasha? Written in first person from Kagome's point of view.

Be warned this is NOT a ROMANCE

Disclaimer: Of course I still don't own any of these characters.

Chapter One
Sister Blister

Kagome at twenty years old:

Sometimes things never turn out like you expect.

For instance during a call to your ex fiancé, the one you broke up with three days ago, you hear the unmistakable giggle of your best friend followed by a fast hush.

You write it off because it seems unreasonable to convict someone on the basis of a giggle alone but days later you bitch about his latest wrong doing and she jumps to defend him.

That's when you know.

Pain comes and goes. Not all pain is bad… but it's not good either. Sometimes pain is cleansing. It grabs us by the chin and forces us to gape at the car wreck we're passing during rush hour. Your neck strains to look away but you can't. All the while your eyes see the body by the car covered in the white tarp and your brain screams, “That could've been us!” But it wasn't and morbid relief pools in the pit of you stomach.

Bad news and black letter days are inevitable. We all have them. So why not make the most of it? The career that got away; the big game that was lost when our star player broke his ankle.

When one door closes another one opens… right? Or is it more accurate to say when a door closes a window is opened because you threw your chair through it.

You can crawl out of most windows, even broken ones if you watch out for the broken glass. It's been proven that a drop from a two story building might not kill you, just break a leg or two and maybe an arm.

Most child molesters and rapists know their victims. They are acquaintances, friends and family members, not random people in a park after the sun has set. So it's fair to say that those who know us best also know best how to hurt us.

I sat on the edge of the well facing the God tree. Even here where it was five hundred years younger it was still old. A rude breeze shook its' branches sending a shower of crispy brown leaves to the ground.

It was autumn once again. This time I was another year older and still no closer to my dreams. I'd spent the last five years coming here fighting the good fight but to no real avail.

College, I'd finally made it. Now I carried heavier textbooks through the well but mostly on weekends. Class was too complicated to miss.

Ever since the death of the man in the Baboon Mask time was now a luxury that I possessed.

We were still hunting the shards. I think when my arrow struck the jewel it must've shattered into a million glittering pieces.

I still wear the remnants that we've found around my neck but each new piece is smaller than the last shard.

I wonder if soon we will be searching for dust.

I leaned back on the wooden planks that covered the well's mouth and sunned my face and bare legs. It felt good to lay back and do nothing.

This place, this long forgotten backwards, beautiful world was my identity. Not the school I drug myself to everyday or the Shrine I'd woken up in that same morning.

I heard the crunch of leaves under wooden sandals and knew she'd arrived. When I'd issued this invitation I wasn't sure she would come but here she was.

Kikyo stood ten feet away with her own bow slung over one shoulder. I sat up and felt the wind whip my hair back from my face.

She frowned and I knew why. She was studying my face, as I was hers. It was like looking into a mirror. We have two halves of the same whole. Maybe that is why it's come to this. We love him with the same heart.

I've cursed my half of our heart numerous times these past years. But still I return to the same alters of worship by his side.

Kikyo nodded and began her slow approach taking carefully measured steps.

I've asked him to choose and make the final choice. Just last week we had a screaming match. He couldn't choose. He'd never choose. I think, now that I look back on it, that he loved us both.

It was to be expected, I guess he really only has loved one person. Me. But we've been split into two halves each pulling on him with a ferocity that would shock King Solomon and his sword of fair judgment.

The night before, I was alone in the hot springs watching my blurred reflection in the hot water. How I hated the other half of me. I raised my hand and slapped my own face that floated on the water.

But why should I hate my other side? I didn't used to. Naraku had tried to find any darkness in me but failed. Years later I'd fallen prey to the weakness and the gloom of perpetual indecision.

Finally Kikyo stood facing me. I smiled but she refused to return the gesture. Her eyes were dark liquid shadows set deep in the pallor of her skin.

I patted the wood beside me. “Sit.”

She shook her head, “I shall stand.”

Fine by me.

I lifted my chin and met her smoldering gaze and felt the same hatred in her heart that burned in mine for her. “Kikyo we are sisters.”

She said nothing.

“We are sisters in the shrine, the heart and the soul.”

Kikyo answered in an unshakeable tone, “Not by choice.”

I shook my head, “Yes, not by choice.” I pulled my legs up onto the well and slid them under my body. Today I was Eve offering my sister the shiny, sweet apple of knowledge.

I spoke softly, “I hate you.”

Kikyo smiled grimly, “And I you.”

“Good, then we've much in common. Have you considered that it isn't my fault that we are here? I don't wish to hate you, a part of my own soul.”

The miko cocked her head and narrowed her eyes, “Darkness is bred from hatred. It could taint the Shikon no Tama.”

“Yes. I think so too. So does your sister Kaede. We owe it to ourselves and any other incarnations of us to end this. You deserve to be set free and I deserve to have a normal life.”

Kikyo removed her bow from her shoulder and pounded it against the ground. “I will not give him to you.”

I bowed my head in respect, “I don't expect you to. I don't think he's capable of choosing between us.”

A cord in her ivory jaw twitched, “It tears him apart.”

“Yes and I love him too much to let this continue. We must choose for him.”

Kikyo lifted her bow, slid and arrow into place and drew back on the drawstring. “Fair enough.”

I lifted my hands palms up in a gesture of surrender and peace. “Do it. Shoot me.”

She steadied her arm but then dropped the arrow to the ground. Her old words resonated in my head. `The only warm place is where you touched me.' She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. “I can't.”

I whispered, “I know.”

“Then how shall we decided who leaves and who stays?”

I smiled sadly but this was something that had to be done. “Who said either of us should leave?”

Kikyo's eyes flashed and her lips spread into thin smile of understanding.

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Notes:

Yeah, yeah, I know I am a horrible person but this one rocks! Just hang in here. This one is real short. One or two chapters left and that's it. Enjoy!

King Solomon had to decide between two mothers who each claimed an infant as their own. He tells them he will cut the baby in half and one mother protests, no she'd rather the baby be raised by the other woman than be killed to settle the argument. That's when Solomon knew who the boy's real mother was.

Sister Blister is an Alanis Morisette song that I also don't own. This fic is based on that song.