Disclaimer: Must I REALLY put this in EVERY chapter? OH well. People, get a clue. I. Don't. Own. Inuyasha. hehe...I had to spell that three times to get it right.
Everyday I stare into my mirror. Why? I'm not sure, but it's as though I need my mirror for . . . something. Naraku says I'm nothing. He say's that I'll never have emotions. He says my 'soul' is non-existent. I believe him, for there is nothing to contradict him, and everything proving him right. And I'm not one to deny the truth. But then, I'm simply . . . not.
Just like the mirror. Could that be why? Is that the reason I watch my mirror every day, even when I know it's every nook and crevice by heart? Perhaps . . . I can never be sure. I have no will, nor does the mirror. Yes, I'm like this mirror in many ways. In fact, you'd almost think we are one and the same.
While we can both look out at the world, everything is out of reach. Soul-stealers, that's what we are, yet we haven't a soul of our own. Both of us can touch, and be touched, yet we shall never feel, emotional or physical. Yes, we are the same, in more ways than I care to name.
Sometimes I wonder about that. The word "I". Supposedly, I'm the void, so how can there BE an "I"? Simple there can't. But, then again, can there be one? I really need to stop questioning every little aspect of my sanity. Or would that be Naraku's sanity? If it IS Naraku's sanity, than I'm insane, correct? Wait….I'm doing it again. Grr….I'm going for now. I've been thinking to much. Probably a result of these new "emotions" I have, and hate.
Kit: -sighs-
Suna: Are you ok?
Kit: -sighs again-
Suna: Wow...Depressed Kit. Not good.
Kit: -stares blankly at far wall-
Suna: Ano...Well, it's short people, but, please, REVIEW...Maybe that'll help...