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Rated for: Imagery and adult situations.
Recollecting a Girl Gone Astray
©2005 by Kei
You . . . don't remember.
You were very sick, sicker than you can imagine. There were times when the sun rose and exploded behind your eyes;
times when you were living in another person's body five centuries ago or five centuries from now;
times when you tasted your sickness outside your mouth.
As you lay there, snow started falling. Those perfect tiny flakes
—bigger and warmer than your heart—
danced until they melted upon your torpid flesh that sometimes ached for motion and bit you in your lethargy.
When spring came again you were well and awake.
You were different.
You saw differently.
You said to him you're a charlatan; you're beautiful, but still a liar and a thief.
Look at all you've taken from me!
The illness corroded you. They sent you home and hoped you'd return as you once were, didn't see that what you are now was slowly poisoning and erasing your old self.
Your old, stupid, blind self.
So you went home. You took your hatred with you, nursed it in the dry cavity where your heart used to be.
Your heart that you don't miss.
Now, something at home reminds you and you recall the illness. You weep for its having gone. It gave you new eyes and opened your body to introduce you to a million new and brilliant sensations.
Come back come back you cry and cry and tear your hair out, wailing.
Poor inconsolable thing.
You crawl back and fight off those who would prevent you making this journey. Those foul creatures simply can't understand what drives you.
Just leave me alone!
You've found it again and oh how your corrupted spirit rejoices.
You fling yourself into the sick embrace and invite it to enter you, which it does.
You feel so right.
You scream.
Oh sweet and pure Kagome
sometimes even angels fall.
-finis-
NOTES:
I'm not sure where this came from. It's supposed to be Naraku/Kagome, but only Kagome is clearly introduced in the narrative, so it's open to a variety of different interpretations, I suppose.
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