Author's Note: I blame Numisma, who writes some of the best ficlets I've come across. This is my first (and quite possibly my last) attempt at a drabble. Enjoy?
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha or the characters herein used.
Beauty.
He prizes that above all else. And his Love is beautiful.
Naraku runs his lips over her smoothness, exults in the feel of her against his skin, holds her tightly to his chest and wraps his naked body around her possessively. She responds to his touch, evoking such adoration within him, such obsession. She has had many lovers before, he knows, but he is the only one that truly matters.
"Soon, my lovely," he murmurs, his deep red eyes glazed with passion. "Soon we shall be one."
The Jewel flickers in his grasp, growing blacker still.
So very beautiful.