InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tomb ❯ Wounded ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Kagome knows that some wounds cannot be seen and will never heal.

This is the second drabble I wrote for forthrightly's Second Annual Halloween Drabble Challenge.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 723 | Visits: 268 | Status: Completed

I do not own Inuyasha. Rumiko Takahashi doesn't know I'm borrowing her ideas but I promise I make no profit from this.

Happy Halloween!

Small reference to manga chapter 474.

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“That girl's soul is even more wounded than yours.”

Kagome rubbed the spot just below her left shoulder as she recalled the words Kaou had said so long ago. The dull pain that radiated from the spot never grew worse but it never waned either. She had tried for a long time to deny the true cause of the discomfort.

Rubbing Kaede's herbal muscle balms into the spot never helped. Neither did any sort of pain medication from her time. It was always there. She was forced to admit that the ache was not truly physical when she finally stopped denying when the pain started.

It started when Kikyou died.

Kagome knew the pain was not from guilt or sorrow over her death. It was nothing so simple. It seemed Kikyou had left her a parting gift in her passing. Something that would always remind Kagome that Kikyou was a part of her.

Kikyou had been in possession of great spiritual light, nearly unrivaled aside for perhaps Midoriko herself. Conversely, she had possessed an equally powerful ability to hate. The rage that burned through her after her resurrection, it kept her alive when her small piece of soul should never have been enough to sustain her.

Though Kikyou managed to let go of much of her hate towards the end of her second cursed life, she had forever twisted that bit of soul that rightfully belonged to Kagome. That bit of soul that eventually found its way back when Kikyou's body crumbled and faded away.

That shriveled warped piece of her soul that never fit back in quite right.

And never would again.

Jagged and blackened, that ill-fitting piece of soul would forever scrape and rasp against the tender pure parts surrounding it.

Kaou had said her soul was wounded. Kagome knew it would remain that way forever. As her reminder that Kikyou's shadow was always there, shrouding her.