AN: Well, I happen to be back for the time being, seeing as it is winter break. I've realized that each time I come back to this site after some break, I end up posting a dark/weird/angsty story. I'm thinking I must be crazy. Enjoy. (And yes, I know it's short!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Dogs No Longer Bark
It wasn't really a bad thing, she decided, to get consumed by the darkness. Not everyone was as pure as they seemed to be. Besides, evil needs good and good needs evil. That's how it always has been, always is, and always will be. For, if no good existed, then where would the evil be? And if evil did not exist, there could be no good to overpower it.
Everything, she concluded, was a nice, small circle.
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His castle sits atop dark mountains, so high up from the bright green grass filled with bursting youth, yet so far down, that the sun's rays cannot hope to touch it. And that's just the way he likes it. He is always guarded, always hidden, always the mystery.
However, it does get lonely, in a place where no one can hope to see you, where no one can even figure you exist. Solitude is lovely but companionship is rewarding.
And his life is all about having the best of both worlds.
For should the companionship become tiresome and unwanted, he could simply remove afore mentioned companion. It wasn't really that hard, he decided. Plus, he figured that sapphire was much better than the chocolate he had come to know.
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Every night she goes to him, every time unguarded. No arrows, no bow, no guardian dog behind her. She walks a trail paved for her long ago. And it doesn't really bother her. A lot of things have been planned for her already. If she takes it all in stride, nothing could go wrong.
Besides, it's nice to have a taste of the forbidden fruit every now and then. To know what it's like to be the one doing harm rather than the one taking it all in. The jewel was pulsing with darkness, not because of the miasma, but moreso of the miko's defiled heart.
Life seems to deal an unfair hand when it comes to mikos.
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And while fate may be cruel to the mikos, it is even crueler to the hanyous who dare to love them.
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Kagome can't truly know what it's like to love and be loved.
Naraku 'loves' her because now he can show the world just how much power he truly has.
Not only does he have the jewel, but he has the miko as well, a bargain he never got even halfway 50 years ago.
But she figures she'll accept this like everything else that has been thrown in her path. After all she had been put through, he's all she has.
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Sometimes, she feels he truly loves her as does she. But this is only sometimes. The void in her heart can never be filled all the way. Her heart aches but she knows she can't fix it. And that's okay, she says, because at least she can feel something in a place that's filled with nothing.
Naraku peers at the miko's sleeping form with indifference, before turning back to the window. All that can be seen is the purple shadows of the miasma, swirling, toiling, threatening.
But he can hear the cries of a dog every now and then.
And he figures, he really needs to put a stop to that.
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In her dreams, she can see wisps of white, silken hair flowing past her face, tickling her cheeks. She can inhale a scent so different yet so familiar. So she clings to this, hoping that she'll never forget, hoping that she can remember.
She watches her raven hair intertwine with his white hair, and she is reminded of yin and yang. However, she feels that she is so similar with this person. They couldn't possibly be opposites when she felt as though they were one.
And when she wakes up, she knows that the man beside her is the opposite of everything she could ever be.
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The miko intertwines hands with only the spider while she listens to only the dog.