Poisonous Introspection Disclaimer: Saiyuki, saya tarak milik. Hakmilik Minekura & geng. Hoo hoo hoo. Utilizing all of the senses and sorry about the stark paragraphing and language! Inspired by a beautiful pic of Homura fighting (guess who!) from the Papercut site. Written to jar you. Enjoy. PS: I keep forgetting thank all my reviewers. Thanks, I needed your moral support!!!!

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Red.

Gold.

Brown.

Red. Gold. Brown. Orange.

Whiteredgoldbrownorangeindigoredgoldbrownmauvescarlet.

Pink.

Cherry blossoms etched in gold bloom across desolate indigo fabric. Stained mauve. Soft as a woman's skin, wafting the scent of apple blossom--

--No.

Light feet--(demonic grace)--run. Hiss. Yes, he hisses at me.

Gold.

Chain links clink. Kink. And catch. Caught in a fatal dance; our accorded tango. Circle. Snarl. He knows the steps as well as I do. I had always wondered. Kill, or be killed; your life does not matter. Even this god can't be otherwise.

Eyes kindled with gold. Unblinking. He stares at me.

Breathe. Air for his lungs: a savage sustenance.

Brown--ruby--gold--

Rush. Passion. Fury. It is all the same. He does not understand words.

Gold--blue--orange--scarlet--

Only the bite and snarl of the sword and the tang of blood. No longer he, but it. Undistilled, but with intelligence. Black mirth is all I can give him. Whirling into the venomous embrace of spraying glass. Falling into the soft caress of petals.

Violet--blue--black--gold--orange--

Teeth. Chain. Nail. Sword. Slashing billowing curtains. Spattering in patterns so beautiful and strange. Writing in violence so glorified that it seems an art. Speed?--godlike. Destruction. Now faster.

Yellow--gold--blue--orangebrownindigored--Then

He is gone.