InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Bitter Truth ❯ The Bitter Truth ( Chapter 1 )

The Bitter Truth

 

By TriGemini

 

Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha at all. So please don't sue.

 

 

 

 

The bitter truth of this whole entire situation is that he doesn't see it.

If he sees what's going on then he would understand what I'm going through every time he goes to her.

I wish he would understand and care.

But if he truly cared, if he wanted to care, he would have already realized what was going on.

He would see that all Kikyou is…is an illusion.

She's not real.

She's just a pile of ash and earth recreated by bitterness, hatred, and evil.

But he doesn't see it that way.

He's too blinded by his own guilt, and conscious to notice that she isn't who he believes she is. Even her own sister has tried to dissuade Inuyasha but he's stubborn and won't listen at all. To anyone, to nothing at all so everything that is said falls upon deaf ears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In reality I've only been fooling myself into believing that he could ever love me so.

He doesn't see that I'm suffering.

Dying each moment when he leaves me to run…to that clay pot.

To that soulless creature that has been wrongly resurrected.

When doing so she stole apart of my own soul.

She claims that it belongs to her.

But she's dead.

She's supposed to be dead.

It's my soul now.

I was born with it.

I didn't ask to be her reincarnation.

I didn't have a say.

She thinks that I willingly stole her life, her SOUL.

She tries often to take from me more than just a part of my soul.

The others know.

Except for Inuyasha he doesn't know.

Because in his eyes Kikyou can do no wrong he'd be willing to take her word against mine any day.

 

 

 

 

 

Nevertheless, in this entire nightmare doesn't he see that I'm falling apart?

Doesn't he realize that I'm not whole?

Doesn't he know that if he doesn't put Kikyou to rest I will never be complete?

He doesn't see my tears.

He doesn't heed my pleas.

He doesn't understand that I'm slowing dying bit by bit from all the pain that I have to bear.

 

He completely disregards the belief that the woman he loved died over fifty years ago and is truly long gone.

All that is left of her is her hatred, her spitefulness, her resentment, her contempt for him.

Supposedly she died due to his betrayal.

That he hadn't suffered like she had.

She supposedly won't be able to rest in peace until he has avenged her death and has suffered as much as she has.

He hastily vowed to her that he would protect her.

That he would do whatever to please her.

He even promised to go too Hell with her.

I can't live with the bitter truth knowing he's chosen to be with her.

It can't be!

 

 

I've loved him since the first time I met him.

I've been by his side throughout everything and never once did he look at me the way he looked at that dead miko.

The irony of it all is that Kikyou and I we're practically the same person.

I'm her reincarnation.

I have her soul.

I have the same color of hair.

Except for my eyes, which are the windows to my soul are nothing like hers.

My bright like the sun and she's cool like the night.

But that *Damn* Inuyasha couldn't tell us apart even if he was blind himself.

Again, he's trying too blinded by his own remorse and by her manipulations to clearly for himself.

He can't see the differences.

The bitter truth of it all is that he just doesn't see me at all.

I don't exist.

To him I'm just a shard detector.

Not a person, not a friend, nothing am I to him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He doesn't hold me in anyway to me think otherwise.

The bitter truth is that I lost and she won.

It's so cold to think that he couldn't even spare the one moment of at least the pleasure being his friend.

Never has a kind word for me, no he saves those for Kikyou for when they meet.

He's always comparing me to her and just making me realize that I'll always be the carbon copy, the replica, the mirror image, the duplicate, the reincarnate, and never meant to be considered the original.

That's how it's always been.

That's how it will always be.

What do I do?

What can I say?

I'm suffering, dying, and going insane.

All this is the bitter truth.

I'll just swallow it like I do everything else.

Hide it and try my best from now on.

Even though, I'll never be happy with the bitter truth.

But it's something I'll have to live and deal with if I plan to continue being around.