Trapped

a/n: I do not own Inuyasha. This a very short one shot (yes, only one chapter), about Kanna, and her life after Naraku is dead and her heart is freed.

I have never been a demon of many words. There is no need for words. Actions speak much louder. Plus, even after all these years my voice is high pitched and breathy. It's not like I care all that much.

I am nothing. I exist as nothing. No scent, no color, no existence. I am literally godless, I am literally nothing. Even my name, Kanna, means "Godless World". What a shame. What a cruelty.

My master, Naraku, is long since dead. When he died, my heart was freed. I could feel it beating, painfully in my chest. I had never felt this feeling. I had never felt any feeling. I was nothing. I am still nothing.

But when he died, he left me here. His most faithful servant. His most loyal detachment. Not like my younger sister. I had no will. I had no hope, I had nothing. I am nothing.

But when he left, I was trapped. He left me alone, with this painful demon heart. A follower without a leader, a servant without a master. A slave without an owner. And so I am trapped.

I know not what to say, and I know not what to do. I have been sitting here for many years now, without a purpose, without an existence.

What is existence without him? What is life at all? A series of minutes and hours sitting here, waiting for someone to give me a direction. Not that I would follow it. I am loyal to him, only to him. I take my orders from him, and I lived my life by him. No other will do.

Kagura came by recently. That traitor has taken up with the Lord Sesshomaru. How she could align herself with anyone else other than our master, I do not know. He is a taint on our black souls. He is an insult to everything our master stood for.

Why should an empty existence hold out? I cannot change, I will not change. I still have the tiny feet, the pale skin, the moonlit hair. Why should I not join my creator, the half that makes me whole? The ultimate act of loyalty, the ultimate sacrifice.

Something that is nothing is a riddle. A nothing that is something remains the same. I will always be the same. Nothing. A ghost. A wisp. I no longer care for this existence.

So, there is a bottle. I made it myself. A deadly poison. It works quick, and it takes a large dose. All I need to do is swallow it all, and I will be dead within minutes. Like I was ever alive. Like it ever mattered.

So I will drink it, and in the end, I will join him. His most loyal servant. His most faithful follower. I am the godless world, and nothing is never something. I was never anything, without him.