Title: Frustrated Desire…
Author: kira
Rating/Genre(s): OT, romance
Word Count: 529
Warning(s): none
Summary: Onigumo desires Kikyou
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Standards set high, are often never reached… Onigumo thought bitterly as the pretty miko changed the bandages, covering his burns. Ordinarily, he would have jumped at the idea of pretty girl seeing him naked, but he doubted the charred remains of his badly burned body looked anything remotely approaching his former good looks. The herbal tea, she had made him drink, deadened the pain and dulled his senses, but not enough to keep him from watching her. The miko, known as Kikyou, was different from the usual sort of women he slept with. Unlike the tawdry whores he usually cavorted with, she was pure and cool like a mountain spring. Indifferent to him as a person, but compassionate to his plight, he found himself falling more and more in love with her while his life slowly ebbed away.
Rough and uncouth, he flirted with her in the same manner he did with the women of the brothels, only to have her respond with a tight little smile. Falling silent, he simply watched her care for him, letting his thoughts drift like he always did once she left.
Kikyou…I wish I could feel your cool hands on my body, but I felt nothing…Hell, I can't even feel the wetness as my skin weeps from the burns… Nor could I feel the honey you gently smoothed over me in hopes that I'd heal… but we both knew you were merely going through the motions…
If I was a whole man again, I'd take you in my arms, kiss you long and hard, woman… Then I'd slowly push your kimono down past your shoulders and I follow it with more gentle kisses… You're so delicate like your namesake… Kikyou blossoms… I promise take you slowly, gently… I know I'm rough and far, far beneath you… but damn it, woman! I can try! I want to try for you… for us… save my soul, priestess! Make me whole… if just for a little while… Please…?
He felt his one remaining eye watering; hating that she always thought it was because he was in pain. But when he thought about it, he was in pain. He was longing for something he'd never have. The worst part about it was; it was just beyond the reach of his blackened and burned arms. So he contented himself by watching her every move, and imagining the feel of her hands as she quietly went about the business of tending to a dying man. After she had left, thinking he was asleep, the unspeakable darkness in his heart cried out to the myriad of lesser demons that haunted the cave. They remained deep within the shadows, fearing her presence as he welcomed it. This time his anguish and torment was able to beckon them closer. Selling the last remnants of his soul, Onigumo left the cave as a collection of demons, later known as Naraku. He felt if he could not have Kikyou, then no one, and certainly not a hanyou, could have her.
Standards set high, are often never reached…Naraku thought bitterly, but this time I'll reach them… and then you'll be mine, my sweet darling Kikyou…