Hate

Power

There are a very few things that I can feel.

Anger. Hate. Indignation. I've felt all those most of my life.

But recently I've felt something new.

It is a warm feeling in my chest whenever she is near me.

Paternal feelings? Affection? Love? I am not sure what to call it. But I do not like it. It is a weakness, the same weakness that doomed my father.

I try to ignore it, push it out of my mind. I can not really be feeling like this.

It is maddening. I swore I would never make my father's mistake, and yet here I am following his path.

I look forward to her smiling face. I enjoy it when she places a wreath of flowers on my head.

When she is happy, I am happy.

I could not stand to lose her.

I am coming closer now. I can smell Jaken and Ah-Un and...

Death.

The stench of death assualts me, and I am taken aback.

Jaken has been disembowled. Ah-Un has been cleaved in two.

And Rin is gone.

Through the maggots and flies, I can still see Jaken's expression. He did not even have time to be shocked.

I quickly revive them both.

"My lord!" Jaken bows. "Forgive me."

"Where is Rin?"

He looks afraid, but not of me. It is something that replayes in his mind.

"Your brother, my lord. He's gone mad. He took her."

Inuyasha? What would he want with Rin? A hostage mabey?

She is most likely already dead. I would prefer that she is.

If she is dead, then I can revive her. If he is keeping her alive...

I need to move quickly.

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"That's right. Take it like the worthless cunt you are!"

I move in and out of Ayame as brutally as I can. My right hand cupping her ass, my new, longer and sharper claws drawing blood.

I've never felt so alive. So full of power. Is this what Naraku and those like him feel?

And to think I was going to waste the jewel turning myself into a full youkai. Blood doesn't matter, only power and pleasure.

I realized the stupididy of that dream the day I woke up. The day I finally caught a glimpse of reality.

The day I found out the truth.

I thought that if I was a good little hanyou, they might notice. Treat me like I was more then the stupid, worthless hanyou they all think I am.

And mabey, just mabey, she would take the fucking beads off.

Then I heard her talking with Sango. She said that she would never take them off.

She enjoyed her power over me too much to do that. They laughed together, talked about how it was so funny.

That's when I knew.

Trust is a fraud.

Friendship is a joke.

Love is a lie.

Power is all that matters. Personal power, and power over others.

And now, as I fuck Ayame on the pile of scorched earth and stone that used to be the wolf caves, as I feel the shards power rushing through me, I finally have power.

They'll pay. They'll all pay.

To be continued...