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Chapter 7. Searching Behind the Mirror
Chapter 7- Searching Behind the Mirror
Very very short, but oh well! By the way, I suck at summaries, so if anyone can write me another one or fix mine, I will be eternally grateful!
I am back in writing mode. Sorry for the delay, but I won't try to explain myself.
A pair of bloody red eyes glowed in the semi darkness of a nearly empty room. Before him knelt a young, albino girl, a delicate mirror propped on her lap. She was holding it up for Naraku to gaze inside it. He saw his reflection waver and transform in to the face of the girl of his dreams. He had been watching her ever since their last encounter. How he desired her! It was like an impetuous fire that he couldn’t extinguish. His lust and obsession for her became an infatuation. He could not get out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried. She occupied his thoughts, his mind, and even his dreams. Naraku watched as her sad face and pained eyes looked around before coming to rest against her hands. Her sparkling tears, like liquid diamond, poured forth. Her small shoulders shook, and no doubt she was sobbing, or whimpering at the least. Her pink lips moved, and eventually she fell asleep. He watched Kagome sleep for a while. A part of her hair fell over her face, and it fluttered slightly as she breathed in and out.
Once again, as her body appeared to be sleeping in a black void, Naraku felt his anger and irritation rise. How could she be so hard to find? She either knew how to hide herself (‘Highly unlikely,’ he had thought from the beginning), or knew someone who did. He could gaze at her slumbering form for as long as he liked, but he could not see where she was, what she was holding, or who she was talking to, nor hear anything she said. He felt the urge to punch the damn mirror and shatter it into a million places, just like he was planning on doing to Kagome. ‘Who? Who could keep her so well protected that not even I can find her? Who has the knowledge and the power? Damn you, wench. It’ll be the devil to pay once I get my hands on you. I’ll make your life a living hell.’
He couldn’t wait until he could touch her again, to feel her again, to hear her sweet voice again, to make her his again, this time, forever. He reached forward and touched the cool glass, and his hand sunk through it. Naraku felt nothing but the emptiness behind the mirror and drew his hand away. While he did so Kagome’s sleep became troubled; her brows furrowed together, and her lips moved uncertainly. She jerked awake and sat up, beads of sweat covering her forehead. Obviously breathing deeply from her heaving chest, Kagome unsteadily stood up and walked to who knows where.
“Leave me,” he ordered. The pale girl rose and silently glided out of the room.
He sat against the wall in a half lotus style, one arm resting against his leg.
Of course… that wasn’t the only reason he wanted her… needed her so badly.
He pulled back the sleeve of his traditional haori and examined his forearm, holding it up in front of his face. The palm of his hand, the underside of his wrist and forearm, and the bottom of his fingers were all covered in what appeared to be burnt skin, little black streaks streamed down his arm, marring his skin. Naraku examined his other arm. It was slightly better, but not by much. A faint blue light erupted from his fingertips and washed over his limbs. There was nothing he could do but watch as the scars spread a little more, the blue energy purifying his skin and trying to get inside to his very being. He hissed in pain as the light lingered over his flesh for a while longer before receding again.
Very very short, but oh well! By the way, I suck at summaries, so if anyone can write me another one or fix mine, I will be eternally grateful!
I am back in writing mode. Sorry for the delay, but I won't try to explain myself.
A pair of bloody red eyes glowed in the semi darkness of a nearly empty room. Before him knelt a young, albino girl, a delicate mirror propped on her lap. She was holding it up for Naraku to gaze inside it. He saw his reflection waver and transform in to the face of the girl of his dreams. He had been watching her ever since their last encounter. How he desired her! It was like an impetuous fire that he couldn’t extinguish. His lust and obsession for her became an infatuation. He could not get out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried. She occupied his thoughts, his mind, and even his dreams. Naraku watched as her sad face and pained eyes looked around before coming to rest against her hands. Her sparkling tears, like liquid diamond, poured forth. Her small shoulders shook, and no doubt she was sobbing, or whimpering at the least. Her pink lips moved, and eventually she fell asleep. He watched Kagome sleep for a while. A part of her hair fell over her face, and it fluttered slightly as she breathed in and out.
Once again, as her body appeared to be sleeping in a black void, Naraku felt his anger and irritation rise. How could she be so hard to find? She either knew how to hide herself (‘Highly unlikely,’ he had thought from the beginning), or knew someone who did. He could gaze at her slumbering form for as long as he liked, but he could not see where she was, what she was holding, or who she was talking to, nor hear anything she said. He felt the urge to punch the damn mirror and shatter it into a million places, just like he was planning on doing to Kagome. ‘Who? Who could keep her so well protected that not even I can find her? Who has the knowledge and the power? Damn you, wench. It’ll be the devil to pay once I get my hands on you. I’ll make your life a living hell.’
He couldn’t wait until he could touch her again, to feel her again, to hear her sweet voice again, to make her his again, this time, forever. He reached forward and touched the cool glass, and his hand sunk through it. Naraku felt nothing but the emptiness behind the mirror and drew his hand away. While he did so Kagome’s sleep became troubled; her brows furrowed together, and her lips moved uncertainly. She jerked awake and sat up, beads of sweat covering her forehead. Obviously breathing deeply from her heaving chest, Kagome unsteadily stood up and walked to who knows where.
“Leave me,” he ordered. The pale girl rose and silently glided out of the room.
He sat against the wall in a half lotus style, one arm resting against his leg.
Of course… that wasn’t the only reason he wanted her… needed her so badly.
He pulled back the sleeve of his traditional haori and examined his forearm, holding it up in front of his face. The palm of his hand, the underside of his wrist and forearm, and the bottom of his fingers were all covered in what appeared to be burnt skin, little black streaks streamed down his arm, marring his skin. Naraku examined his other arm. It was slightly better, but not by much. A faint blue light erupted from his fingertips and washed over his limbs. There was nothing he could do but watch as the scars spread a little more, the blue energy purifying his skin and trying to get inside to his very being. He hissed in pain as the light lingered over his flesh for a while longer before receding again.