"Mommy?" the little girl wailed. Only seven years old, she had a right to be scared. The darkness overwhelmed her. The only light was the small flicker of a candle, and an occasional clap of lightning, followed by a long growl of thunder. Takara shook at an especially loud roll of thunder. "Daddy?" she was outside now, shielding her candle from the rain. It pounded down on her shoulders, seeming to say 'Give up, it's worthless.' As a gust of wind blew out her candle, she accepted the rain's suggestion, sitting down on the cold damp ground, rain mixing with her tears as she curled up on the ground.
An orange light surrounded Takara. She smelt rain and heard thunder. So what was the light? She felt something on her arm. A firefly. The rain poured down, yet the firefly appeared to be immune. Remembering the past few hours, a tear dropped down her cheek. The tear hovered off the ground, glowing a dull orange, and flew up, another firefly. A verse came back to her, a song she sang with the village children. "Atchi no mizu a ma gaizo. Kotchi no mizu a ma gaizo," She chanted, the words flowing from her mouth uncontrolled. The fireflies rose above her. "No, don't leave!" she shouted. "Don't leave!"
Takara shook, throwing off her bed sheets. She opened a window, light pouring out. She heaved a sigh of relief. It was just a dream. A memory, actually. She threw on a black kimono, the orange decorations nearly glowed. Running a brush through her hair, she tied it up in a pony tail. "G'morning princess." A maid murmured, curtsying. Takara nodded, taking a pastry off of the maid's tray. These flashbacks were happening more and more. The disappearance of her parents. The storm, the fireflys. And later came the knowledge. The maid had a solemn look. "Still getting them? You need to find yourself a man." She poked Takara in the stomach playfully. "I'm getting a bit tired. Mind if I-" "sure." Takara said. The maid took her true form, a firefly. Takara had no other friends. Just her fireflies. Taking form of a firefly herself, she glided through the castle. "Where is she!" a voice demanded. A male servant voiced back. "Sleeping. Now if you would please leave-" "I'm not leaving!" Takara looked around the corner. The voice belonged to a well dressed man, black hair, good looking. The man glared, wrapping his fingers around the servant's neck. "WHERE?" The man demanded. The servant smirked, taking form of a firefly. He quickly flew out of the man's grasp. Takara took human form. "Pardon his rudeness." She offered her hand to the man. "Takara. And you?" "Naraku." It was very to the point. "Everyone here except me is a maid or a servant, I supposed it was me you were looking for?" "Yes." He responded. "Let me rephrase that. Why were you searching for me?" She asked sharply. "We've both shared deception. Helplessness." "And your point?" Takara asked bitterly. "I know what happened to your parents, and I wish to have you as an ally against Inu-yasha. We could have everything." Takara sighed. "I'll get ready. Nishiki, find someone to buy the castle. Kaya, organize everyone to gather what we need." Takara rattled off commands. "We'll be there."