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Chapter 10: The Undead
PART I: The Consequences of Recovery
Chapter 10: The Undead
He was planning something sinister.
Kagura’s eyebrow rose at the idiocy of her own thought, leaning against the tree outside Naraku’s stolen castle. Of course the bastard was planning something evil. He was always planning something evil. Not a day went by that the idiot hatched some completely cruel and mundane scheme. It was like breathing for him. He just couldn’t stop. (Maybe he needed
But for some reason, this time it felt different. This time, instead of just feeling annoyed by the horrendous hanyou whenever he smirked at the thought of his plan, a shiver went down her spine. Instead of laughing behind his back and planning her escape whenever he sent her out into the open, she desperately tried to understand what he was up to. He no longer became violently angry when she mouthed off, no longer tortured her poor abused heart whenever the urge struck him. Instead he would almost lovingly tell her off, completely occupied with this secret scheme, and send her on a boring errand that had everything to do with nothing and nothing to do with everything. Something was most definitely different.
And she was terrified. Something was not right, and it wasn’t going to end well for many people.
With a weary sigh, Kagura fanned herself with her beloved weapon, glaring up at the miasma darkened sky. She usually never got to see the true blue colored horizons. It was so much lovelier than the deep purples and blacks which Naraku filled the air with. It was just another reason to hate the bastard. He made everything in her ‘life’ ugly and worthless. She almost wished he would just get on with it and kill her.
“Sister.”
The apathetic voice of her older sibling had Kagura straightening from the dead tree and turning. She frowned at the small void demon, “What is it now Kanna?”
“Naraku-san wishes to speak with you straight away.”
Kagura bit back a groan of irritation, forcing her new fears away so as not to tremble, and turned on the ball of her foot to get to her lord and master, “Of course.”
“…Sister.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose when she looked back to the empty girl. “What.” Kagura blinked at the sudden emotion in Kanna’s eye, the sudden sadness there. Her hand slowly fell away from her face to her side as she turned fully to her sister. “What’s the matter, Kanna?”
“There is freedom from him only in death.”
A cold chill eased its way up the Wind Witch’s spine as she looked at the void demon, silently wondering if she was being sent to Naraku to face her demise this time. That was why he never tortured her anymore. It wasn’t some plan. He was going to kill her! Pursing her lips to forbid any frightened sounds from escaping, Kagura nodded and continued on her way to her master. Her body tensed with every step she took, and by the time she was kneeling in front of Naraku’s favorite room she felt that she was going to snap in two. With a shaking hand, Kagura pushed open the shoji door, gazing at the ground but seeing nothing.
“My dear Kagura, come in!”
He sounded too nice, too sweet. He was going to enjoy whatever he was going to do. But instead of running like her body yearned to do, she got up from her kneeled position and stepped lightly into the room. Running would only incite him to be more vicious. “You asked for me?”
An evil smile crept onto the hanyou’s face. “Yes… I did.”
~
The wind was lovely on her face, biting and painful at times, but it was lovely. The land beneath her passed quickly as she flew her feather towards the current location of one elusive woman.
Kagura sighed, still shaken from her assumptions about Naraku’s intentions with her. A messenger; that’s all he wanted her for this time, to deliver a message to the undead priestess: Kikyou. Compared to what she though her creator wanted, she was willing to deal with the self-serving clay doll any day. Well, maybe not any day. There were times when even the most patient of people could never handle the self serving broad. She could swear the woman was the most complicated creature out there!
She was still going to have to scold Kanna for frightening her so much. What was that girl talking about anyway? What had brought up such a cryptic statement? Kanna had always been slightly clairvoyant, was she seeing something about their future? Was she going to die? A rather wistful look crossed her features. She hoped it wouldn’t be too painful.
Glowing silver caught her attention in her peripheral vision and quickly she turned to search it out. A self-satisfied smirk touched her lips when she saw the tell tale sign of the dead miko: her soul gathering worms. Guiding her feather to touch down some yards away from the other woman, Kagura turned her mode of transportation back into its original size. She faced the stoic dead doll haughtily glad she chose elevated ground to land on. Kikyou had to look up to her instead of the other way around. It was at least something she could hold over her.
But before she could speak, Kikyou beat her to the punch. “I have no interest in Naraku’s games.”
Kagura grimaced behind her fan, naming the former priestess every curse she could think of. She hated this woman, hated her with a passion. What right did she have to be so rude? She was no better than herself… and at least she wasn’t dead! “He seems to think otherwise. He requests your audience to discuss some… issues.”
The other merely glared and turned her back, retracing her steps to get away from Naraku’s ‘child.’ Kagura resorted to the only information Naraku provided her for an incentive. “He tells me there is something different now with the soul you share with your incarnate. Something that makes it want to go back to the girl.”
Kikyou froze in her tracks, and her translucent snakes writhed around her in response to the inner turmoil she was obviously feeling. Finally, she continued on, as if she had never paused, “Impossible. My copy could never do anything to my soul without my knowing.”
Kagura smirked, “Not the girl perhaps, but the Shikon… yes.”
Again Kikyou stopped, but she didn’t speak. Instead, just a moment later, she disappeared into the forest, her eel-like servants going with her.
Fear shivered down Kagura’s spine as she shakily pulled her feather from her hair. Naraku was going to punish her now. He’d wanted Kikyou to come to him, wanted her to bring the priestess to him. She failed. That in itself wasn’t unusual, it was that he’d been in such a good mood lately. She was overdue for certain.
But there was no sense in avoiding it.
Throwing her feather high in the air, she watched as it took a larger form and swooped down to pick her up. She tried to think of taking the longer way home, but the air wasn’t hindered by anything. There was no difficult way to get to the castle. Instead she went as slowly as her feather would allow her to go.
All too soon she was ‘home’ and right outside Naraku’s favorite room. (Funny how time always seemed to speed up when something unpleasant was imminent.) Kneeling before the door, she pushed it open, feeling a helpless sort of déjà vu. She kept her gaze locked on the tatami mat, “She didn’t come, Naraku.”
The bastard chuckled darkly, “Oh, I know.” Kagura forced herself not to shiver in fright at his malicious tone; instead she clenched her hands in her lap. The bastard knew she was going to fail and still he was going to beat her! “Kikyou distrusts me too much. I have wronged her too many times. She has to go see for herself, no matter how much she doesn’t want to.”
Naraku stood and ambled leisurely towards his detachment. Her body stiffened at each step that brought him closer. Her eyes squeezed closed as he reached out a hand…
And patted her head like she was a child, “Give it time my little Wind. Give it time. She will be unable to resist coming to me soon enough.”
He continued on his way, and Kagura could hear a soft, condescending laugh. Her breath shuddered from her lungs, a hand going to clutch her heartless chest. She would never understand the volatile moods of her sire.
AAAAAA
A short one this time, only a measly 1,445 words compared to my usual 3 to 4 thousand… however it was necessary… I can only drag out a ‘Naraku scene’ for so long. (For some reason this chapter was very difficult... Why are they so difficult lately?!?!?!) Chapter 11 is soon in coming! Don’t worry I have it about half way done!
Just a note (and you don’t know how much of a bitch I feel like for bringing this up), but I’m having some issues with some of my reviewers. I don’t care if I don’t get any. I don’t even mind flames (sometimes I think they’re funny). I’ve said before, I’m doing this for myself and showing it to you guys is just for fun. But you have to admit reviews are nice to get, and I do get excited when I receive one. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t want any… but not two or three worded reviews like ‘That’s great!’ or ‘Write more please!’ You can imagine the let down when I see that I’ve gotten a review and it’s something like that. The fact that I’m actually getting readers tells me both those thing. So, while I feel like a complete bitch for requesting this… If you’re going to review with something like that… please don’t. It’s a waste of both our times and a major disappointment for me. Quality is better than quantity. If you have complaints about my story (or of what I’m requesting right now), I’m willing to hear them (rip the story to shreds even! That’s better than a one-liner!). And if you have something you love about it, tell me. I’d LOVE to hear them. If you think I’m a complete selfish bitch for requesting this… tell me! If you have nothing to say, that’s fine too. But please, PLEASE, no more ‘Write more!’ or ‘Great chapter!’
Please Regard Me Kindly,
I Agree
Chapter 10: The Undead
He was planning something sinister.
Kagura’s eyebrow rose at the idiocy of her own thought, leaning against the tree outside Naraku’s stolen castle. Of course the bastard was planning something evil. He was always planning something evil. Not a day went by that the idiot hatched some completely cruel and mundane scheme. It was like breathing for him. He just couldn’t stop. (Maybe he needed
But for some reason, this time it felt different. This time, instead of just feeling annoyed by the horrendous hanyou whenever he smirked at the thought of his plan, a shiver went down her spine. Instead of laughing behind his back and planning her escape whenever he sent her out into the open, she desperately tried to understand what he was up to. He no longer became violently angry when she mouthed off, no longer tortured her poor abused heart whenever the urge struck him. Instead he would almost lovingly tell her off, completely occupied with this secret scheme, and send her on a boring errand that had everything to do with nothing and nothing to do with everything. Something was most definitely different.
And she was terrified. Something was not right, and it wasn’t going to end well for many people.
With a weary sigh, Kagura fanned herself with her beloved weapon, glaring up at the miasma darkened sky. She usually never got to see the true blue colored horizons. It was so much lovelier than the deep purples and blacks which Naraku filled the air with. It was just another reason to hate the bastard. He made everything in her ‘life’ ugly and worthless. She almost wished he would just get on with it and kill her.
“Sister.”
The apathetic voice of her older sibling had Kagura straightening from the dead tree and turning. She frowned at the small void demon, “What is it now Kanna?”
“Naraku-san wishes to speak with you straight away.”
Kagura bit back a groan of irritation, forcing her new fears away so as not to tremble, and turned on the ball of her foot to get to her lord and master, “Of course.”
“…Sister.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose when she looked back to the empty girl. “What.” Kagura blinked at the sudden emotion in Kanna’s eye, the sudden sadness there. Her hand slowly fell away from her face to her side as she turned fully to her sister. “What’s the matter, Kanna?”
“There is freedom from him only in death.”
A cold chill eased its way up the Wind Witch’s spine as she looked at the void demon, silently wondering if she was being sent to Naraku to face her demise this time. That was why he never tortured her anymore. It wasn’t some plan. He was going to kill her! Pursing her lips to forbid any frightened sounds from escaping, Kagura nodded and continued on her way to her master. Her body tensed with every step she took, and by the time she was kneeling in front of Naraku’s favorite room she felt that she was going to snap in two. With a shaking hand, Kagura pushed open the shoji door, gazing at the ground but seeing nothing.
“My dear Kagura, come in!”
He sounded too nice, too sweet. He was going to enjoy whatever he was going to do. But instead of running like her body yearned to do, she got up from her kneeled position and stepped lightly into the room. Running would only incite him to be more vicious. “You asked for me?”
An evil smile crept onto the hanyou’s face. “Yes… I did.”
~
The wind was lovely on her face, biting and painful at times, but it was lovely. The land beneath her passed quickly as she flew her feather towards the current location of one elusive woman.
Kagura sighed, still shaken from her assumptions about Naraku’s intentions with her. A messenger; that’s all he wanted her for this time, to deliver a message to the undead priestess: Kikyou. Compared to what she though her creator wanted, she was willing to deal with the self-serving clay doll any day. Well, maybe not any day. There were times when even the most patient of people could never handle the self serving broad. She could swear the woman was the most complicated creature out there!
She was still going to have to scold Kanna for frightening her so much. What was that girl talking about anyway? What had brought up such a cryptic statement? Kanna had always been slightly clairvoyant, was she seeing something about their future? Was she going to die? A rather wistful look crossed her features. She hoped it wouldn’t be too painful.
Glowing silver caught her attention in her peripheral vision and quickly she turned to search it out. A self-satisfied smirk touched her lips when she saw the tell tale sign of the dead miko: her soul gathering worms. Guiding her feather to touch down some yards away from the other woman, Kagura turned her mode of transportation back into its original size. She faced the stoic dead doll haughtily glad she chose elevated ground to land on. Kikyou had to look up to her instead of the other way around. It was at least something she could hold over her.
But before she could speak, Kikyou beat her to the punch. “I have no interest in Naraku’s games.”
Kagura grimaced behind her fan, naming the former priestess every curse she could think of. She hated this woman, hated her with a passion. What right did she have to be so rude? She was no better than herself… and at least she wasn’t dead! “He seems to think otherwise. He requests your audience to discuss some… issues.”
The other merely glared and turned her back, retracing her steps to get away from Naraku’s ‘child.’ Kagura resorted to the only information Naraku provided her for an incentive. “He tells me there is something different now with the soul you share with your incarnate. Something that makes it want to go back to the girl.”
Kikyou froze in her tracks, and her translucent snakes writhed around her in response to the inner turmoil she was obviously feeling. Finally, she continued on, as if she had never paused, “Impossible. My copy could never do anything to my soul without my knowing.”
Kagura smirked, “Not the girl perhaps, but the Shikon… yes.”
Again Kikyou stopped, but she didn’t speak. Instead, just a moment later, she disappeared into the forest, her eel-like servants going with her.
Fear shivered down Kagura’s spine as she shakily pulled her feather from her hair. Naraku was going to punish her now. He’d wanted Kikyou to come to him, wanted her to bring the priestess to him. She failed. That in itself wasn’t unusual, it was that he’d been in such a good mood lately. She was overdue for certain.
But there was no sense in avoiding it.
Throwing her feather high in the air, she watched as it took a larger form and swooped down to pick her up. She tried to think of taking the longer way home, but the air wasn’t hindered by anything. There was no difficult way to get to the castle. Instead she went as slowly as her feather would allow her to go.
All too soon she was ‘home’ and right outside Naraku’s favorite room. (Funny how time always seemed to speed up when something unpleasant was imminent.) Kneeling before the door, she pushed it open, feeling a helpless sort of déjà vu. She kept her gaze locked on the tatami mat, “She didn’t come, Naraku.”
The bastard chuckled darkly, “Oh, I know.” Kagura forced herself not to shiver in fright at his malicious tone; instead she clenched her hands in her lap. The bastard knew she was going to fail and still he was going to beat her! “Kikyou distrusts me too much. I have wronged her too many times. She has to go see for herself, no matter how much she doesn’t want to.”
Naraku stood and ambled leisurely towards his detachment. Her body stiffened at each step that brought him closer. Her eyes squeezed closed as he reached out a hand…
And patted her head like she was a child, “Give it time my little Wind. Give it time. She will be unable to resist coming to me soon enough.”
He continued on his way, and Kagura could hear a soft, condescending laugh. Her breath shuddered from her lungs, a hand going to clutch her heartless chest. She would never understand the volatile moods of her sire.
AAAAAA
A short one this time, only a measly 1,445 words compared to my usual 3 to 4 thousand… however it was necessary… I can only drag out a ‘Naraku scene’ for so long. (For some reason this chapter was very difficult... Why are they so difficult lately?!?!?!) Chapter 11 is soon in coming! Don’t worry I have it about half way done!
Just a note (and you don’t know how much of a bitch I feel like for bringing this up), but I’m having some issues with some of my reviewers. I don’t care if I don’t get any. I don’t even mind flames (sometimes I think they’re funny). I’ve said before, I’m doing this for myself and showing it to you guys is just for fun. But you have to admit reviews are nice to get, and I do get excited when I receive one. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t want any… but not two or three worded reviews like ‘That’s great!’ or ‘Write more please!’ You can imagine the let down when I see that I’ve gotten a review and it’s something like that. The fact that I’m actually getting readers tells me both those thing. So, while I feel like a complete bitch for requesting this… If you’re going to review with something like that… please don’t. It’s a waste of both our times and a major disappointment for me. Quality is better than quantity. If you have complaints about my story (or of what I’m requesting right now), I’m willing to hear them (rip the story to shreds even! That’s better than a one-liner!). And if you have something you love about it, tell me. I’d LOVE to hear them. If you think I’m a complete selfish bitch for requesting this… tell me! If you have nothing to say, that’s fine too. But please, PLEASE, no more ‘Write more!’ or ‘Great chapter!’
Please Regard Me Kindly,
I Agree