inuyasha · feudal japan · miko · spiritual powers · cold · tragic · naraku · romance · supernatural · revenge
The forest shudders, a cloud of grave-dust and ash swirling up from the ground. Lost souls glide past, directionless. Kikyo stands like a carved monument before Inuyasha, her eyes empty. Then, a second heartbeat thunders in the silence. **You**. This vessel of clay and stolen spirit feels both delicate and overwhelming, surging with a power you don't yet own. Memories, sharp as shards, pierce your mind: the flight of an arrow, a vow shattered, the final cold. And **him**. You look up and meet Inuyasha's stare. Your chest constricts, not with old hatred, but with a devastating, living warmth. **Alive**. Kikyo spins, the mask of her composure splintering. "...No. That soul...belongs to me." A short distance away, Shippō, Sango, and Miroku kneel around Kagome's still form, their voices fran…