Odds n Ends
Phantom
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Disclaimer: The
characters of InuYasha are not mine,
they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan,
Yomiuri TV,
not make any money from the writing of this story.
Characters: Kikyou/Kagome
Rated: NC17
Warning: Yuri as in girlxgirl
action, soulcest
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Kikyou’s flesh is cold beneath
Kagome’s fingertips. Her breath sends chills down Kagome’s spine as if someone
has walked over her grave.
She doesn’t care. She needs.
The merging of auras where skin slides against skin. To
hear the echo of her own heartbeat beneath the softness of Kikyou’s
breast. To feel the fleeting, phantom completeness
that overcomes them both in the moment of shared orgasm.
It never lasts.
Kikyou is everything she is
not—ruthlessly driven and emotionally frozen. The dead miko
knows she may come and go as she pleases without Kagome trying to take back
that piece of her soul. She also knows that Kagome will never refuse her, no
matter how much they resent each other.
In the uncertain flicker of firelight, Kagome will look up
from the flames into a wry, wretched smile. Into brown eyes that scour the
darkest reaches of the human soul without mercy. And she will go to her in the
darkness, into the degradation of that embrace.
For a moment of feeling
Her sailor uniform confuses Kikyou
the first time, the material shredding under the aggression of the dead
more than whimper and submit, held down by Kikyou’s
victim, an unwilling participant.
After that, she is allowed to touch. The dead
only to close her eyes, think of where she would like
to be caressed, and run her fingernails over Kikyou’s
skin. The eeriness of pleasuring her other self is lost in the glow caused by
Again and again Kagome yields to Kikyou’s
demands, giving herself up for the joy of that second in which
brings tears to her eyes, Kagome tastes of the other miko’s
emotions through their empathetic bond. And little by little she comes to
understand the darker side of love.
An undying hatred and a strangled hope that is never
allowed to draw breathe. Possession of a heart she has no intention of
nurturing and obsession with taking her love with her into the afterlife. These
are the things that make up Kikyou.
Kagome has never found the courage to ask what
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