IY_Drabbles

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Akirameru

She gazed steadily at the changing leaves; the strong scent of Chrysanthemums perfuming the chill air. Another autumn; another year without them, without him. She couldn’t even cry, her tears having been spent that bloody autumn when she’d watched them fall, helplessly; her spirit shattered like their bones.

The child that should have been another’s moved restlessly within her. Before the leaves fell she would become a mother once more. She felt no joy at this. Indeed she felt nothing but the cold emptiness that had seized her tender heart since her Lord, her husband, had shifted his cruel eyes to her across that blood soaked field. Before the sun set her blood had joined theirs; the last piece of her innocence shredded by his spear.

That summer she’d given him a daughter.

Her ladies tittered excitably, announcing her husband’s return. She made no move to acknowledge him, her gaze fixed on the gardens she wasn’t allowed to roam. The voice that had filled her adolescence with terror, spoke quietly to her now, stolen flesh running its fingers through her long hair while he whispered his day’s sins to her.

Had she cared to look she’d have seen the proof soaked into his fine silks; their human blood splattered across his battle hungry face, trailed across her floor. But she did not. As still and lifeless as a porcelain doll she watched her forbidden garden, her husband’s talons raking her shoulder as he pulled her kimono free, kissing her flesh hungrily, hands pressing her lifeless body to his.

On these nights, when he called upon her, when his cold hands covered every inch of her with his lust, she wanted to scream, to maim. She wanted to die. Instead she lay there motionless, pretending her body didn’t burn for his touch; that her lips didn’t ache for his kiss. Pretending she didn’t know he saw only Kikyou. Pretending this didn’t add torment to her already twisted soul.