Motoko Aoyama: Okay, I don't know why I wrote this, but I did, and because I did, I posted it! For the readers of my other stories, I'm so sorry I haven't done anything for a long time. I'll try to write when I can, but lately I have somewhat ran out of ideas and I'm also being tortured by exams For those who haven't read anything by me, please enjoy this little tribute to my favourite Inuyasha character: Kikyou. If you hate her and can't control your flaming urge, please use the back button on the top of your window. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha…everyone knows that. Copyright infringement not intended.

Kikyou's POV

The wind blew. It swept up my locks of raven so that my closing eyes caught a glance of Inuyasha in front of me. A drop of my tears dripped down my countenance and flew away before my parched face could sense its salty presence.

I was dying.

The scene before me closed rapidly until all that was left was darkness. Strangely, I could not feel the pain in the wound across my shoulder. It was my heart that ached.

I had thought that this world was evil. I had thought that I couldn't believe in anyone. I had thought that I had to wear a mask everyday, to hide my tender soul, until he came.

He changed everything.

It was all but a dream, a false hope. I was so happy to let go of the burden on my back, to live as a mere woman who sought life's gift of trust. Yes, happiness was to trust, to trust was happiness. I thought it was true, but I guess it wasn't. All my dreams are now shattered, and I lay lifelessly in darkness and cold, with the tainted Shikon no Tama being my only company, its hardness lying between my closed fingers.

The funeral pyre beneath me begins to burn, but as the flames lick away at my body, I cannot feel its warmth. My heart has hardened to a block of ice. I feel no warmth anymore.

I am no longer alive. I have no more emotions. I will just fade away into inexistence.

The sparks rise into the skies in the darkness of the night. If only I can smile, I would, but I can't. I know what is happening, but nobody knows that I know. They are already forgetting, and eventually, I will not even live on in the hearts of others.

Maybe Inuyasha...he will never die after all...time doesn't pass on the goshinboku.

And so I die, I burn away, knowing that in the end, I still can't hate him...