This is a long-overdue 100 word fic about Naruku, an OC created by White Rabbit Tale. I don't know if White Rabbit Tale is still active on this site, but if she is, this is for her. I hope you will get around to that re-write of Steps of Courage (on which this is based). But if you don't--oh well.
She came to them a waif-like being, her bearing sharp but her soul tender as an overripe peach. With dignity she announced that she did not want their help, and yet by a glance at her neglected body, it was clear that she needed it.
Her wounds were plenty, though some hidden deep, but each bruise in turn surrendered to a soothing touch by friend or stranger. And so she began to heal.
They took her home and made her theirs—and in doing so, made themselves hers. Her bruises healed, and yet she remained, healing them each in turn.
Even if you are not familiar with Naruku, i hope you enjoyed this drabble. Please review!