Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the word "ficlet." I shamelessly borrowed them (permanently) from Rumiko Takahashi and Aejavu.
Kohaku
Kohaku was kneeling in the middle of the courtroom, his hands tearing, tearing, eyes rolling in agony. White lips formed feeble words.
"A-ane…ue." The strain was too much; he fell unconscious, lying listlessly on the ground.
Kagura stared in shock, then turned to her sister. "Kanna, what's the meaning of this?"
"The shard does not have perfect control," she intoned. "Most times, the youkai soul is prevalent, but sometimes Midoriko manages to throw it off." The pale youkai bent down and effortlessly rolled the boy onto his back. Lightly touching the embedded shard, she once again painted it black.