A/N: Requested by Rumdiculous on a LiveJournal drabble post.
Music of the Night
She'd seen a musical like this once, where the nice girl had been irresistably drawn to the bad guy through the seductive strength of his darkness. He'd sang to her and entranced her with his brilliant horror story, and she'd followed him despite herself.
Kagome had thought it was lame, then.
Now, with a warm cloak of dark waving hair falling forwards to spill silkily over her bare, shivering belly and unsettling burgundy eyes surveying her with cold triumph, she wasn't so sure.
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