Atsuko

Please

Please

Forgive Me

But I won't be home again

Maybe one day you'll look up

And barely conscious you'll say to no one

Isn't something missing?

You won't cry for my absence

I know

You forgot me long ago

Am I that unimportant?

Am I so insignificant?

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice

You won't cry for me

Not now

Thought I'd die to know you loved me

I'm all alone

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

To fall through death, could this be it? Body of stain and paper flesh, still within hold memories to murder sleep, I awake. My master, myself no longer grants me breath to withstand the grave of hatred soul, I stand. Salvation shall not forsake, I hear the heart beat no more, I live. Even in this hell I do not forlorn what once I loved, but the debts are many. Visions of own true blood shall not depart until another's baths my hands. Do not waste words confection, for I am gone.

By the light of Bloody Mary's moon, a lone spectre, anemic in her cadaverous form continued on. Where her Ira-laden foot steps have graced the earth again left nothing but stench of rotting flesh and shriek of ones fevered mind, unable to find that which must be re-paid. Homicide's undreamt inebriate adhered to Atsuko's every waking moment. Consumed, she drowns in hatred for the Lady Kikyo, whose demise can be solitary coin for unbound soul and reckless gain.

Onward, to the next, onto the rest, she can not escape, forever kept. Trickled gore from long pike blade marked her trail, steel brand dragged through grime of soil. Full of moon was upon this algid June's night, sable hair to dawn her head at loss of demonic features was torture she endured. Human, the asthenic and expendable playing things were disposed of easily, but to become one, if only for one nights' expanse was humiliation Atsuko would soon never abide.

He called her here, nothing more than shadows linger in halls of forest path; cling to beloved long past, awaited slow spinning redemption. Aika her song, chains of death held vacuous optics drawn, she watched the pass of years; essence left unchanged. With morning's sunlit kisses, does she feel? Can she stroke the winding wreathe, brush the earths plush emerald blanket? She willed her being to slave of fickle devilry for these of savored moment. In spirit now but aureole to lacquer his palm, in body a pawn of Naraku's toxic games.

Oh how sad the need to stride slow in devotions ghost, to bear hearts tender quiver at glance from certain eyes can no longer breach the seething surface. To hide behind a mask of ancient scorn, shall her masquerade hold steady against adorations fate? Or shall this boy's wondered vide pierce her willow mantle?

But come a plea, distain to cause another face enwrapped in cloth of rest, demonic rage foreclose her span. Sabbath Day, to await on Satan's crucifix, nails of torrid coal to bind your limbs, a darkest flame to rapture heart. May it be, Mistress of Haedes, bride of shadow own, but where shall you go? Atsuko, her thoughts run not but dry,

If I Should Die

Before I Wake,

I Pray, The Lord

My Soul To Take


Inuyasha

This night

Walk the dead

In a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates

In that dress your husband hates

Way down

Mark the grave

Where the searchlights find us drinking by the mausoleum door

And they found you on the bath room floor

I miss you

I miss you so far

And the collision of your kiss

That made it so hard

Traversing many a mile, the headstrong and bewildered demonic halfling challenged mother earth. Daring and cunning, he of whom many bow down to, soared and leapt a great distance. In a vain search for the source of such twisted and cruel tactics which had fallen upon the Eastern villages. The ever keen Lord had been in pursuit of this 'little problem' for many moons. Relentlessly transferring all of his vast strength and cunning into tracking his prey. Mass chaos had erupted, resulting in metallic crimson blood shred vastly over the once pure mountainsides. Wielding the ever might Tetsusaiga, the dog demon was known quite well over the extensive areas of land. If not him, then of his elder brother or father. Letting out a deep throated growl, the demon lord re-gripped his hold on his weapon, and narrowed his burnt amber optics.

A new moon, oh how he had dreaded them in the past, but now, on the verge of becoming a full fledged demon, the notorious halfing no longer struggled with the one night's transformations. Leaping through the darkened malevolent forest, the lord stopped momentarily. Translucent white tresses of hair swishing forwards ever so slightly as the Lord breathed in deeply. "Odd…" the seemingly familiar, alluring, husky voice purred. The past if not endless days, the only scent that filled the young demon's sensitive nose was that of death and destruction. Now, a different scent seemed to be sidling along with the others.

"Could it be…" the male lord mumbled, the cool night air kissing his bare wrists and feet. Shifting those stunning optics up to the heavens, the demon couldn't help but lose his stern attitude which he had developed so long ago, and let a long forgotten innocence reside in its place. "Atsuko…"

Standing in awe, the Lord managed to regain his composure, showing none other than sheer collectivity and calmness as he stood atop of the mighty oaks tree branch. The scent which his keen nose had picked up was indeed that of his friend though the metallic scent of blood enflamed his nostrils as well. Lifting his head up and averting those stunning optics ahead, he tilted his chin up to the wind, it's light feathery fingers ruffling his kimono and sleek silver hair in the process. Years of depression and strict rule had faltered the seemingly young (in demonic years) demon, depriving him of his once joyous and hot-headed attitude. Replacing them with a steel heart, and a mind set on justice and law. However, this barrier was extremely opposite of it's confined prisoner. After that wretched period of time back in the past, the half demon Inuyasha had found himself wandering aimlessly through his life for many moons distraught beyond belief at the losses he had suffered. Though, all too soon just at the verge of letting go, he had a premonition. His father, Lord of all demons had come forth in spirit and guided him. Now, many, many, many moons later here stood the 'admirable' Lord. Glancing downwards at the ground, the Lord merely shook his head. "I am not a Lord any longer. My past shall avail, as of now my future is in that of the faith's hands." And with that, Inuyasha tore off the royal emblem upon his swords sheath and glanced at his arm. Rolling up his Kimono sleeve, he clenched his fanged teeth together as his claws raked his light skin. The branding upon his arm claiming him 'supreme ruler' was now gone, lying in a muddled bloody patch upon the ground. "Now," Inuyasha said solemnly. That, he leapt from the tree, gracefully leaping throughout the trees carefree as he had in the days of the past. The 'real' Inuyasha had finally awoken and vowed to never stray from his path again.


Fleeting footsteps of a goddess's wind allude the blooded path, stirred spirits begotten of earth and petaled foliate waft at her heels. Wavelet of her bend sends throb and plash in sea of prairie burdened plain. Dusk demising breath as it was, the swept held blushing rose. But with your smitten caress leads to not but of lurid truth. Thorns abrupt penetrate of trustful flesh leaves your heart a tremor, wounds crimson left yours alone.

Geisha of blackened flame, known artistry of slaughter. Tongues of kindling her conversation, to stay her company, a single ardent match. Forlorn defrayal, you'd give till home lay on fecal streets but her farewell's dance arouse the blazon fire. Have clasped the brush, drivel acrylic rouge the canvas of Atsuko's world, inferno surmounts ascendant sun. Alit minaret against backdrops charred sky, this thorn of tranquil night rose, the village left but a torrid incinerate. Rupture shrieking, to say of beast put to anguished end, pray not, their devil's own cry.

Have not a hindmost glimpse, taken rest nestled inward field, pillow of grassland hearth, she purloin leisure. Burning lullaby, a tender brush of pain console a bristle sorrow, nigher days prowl but a slumbered way. Remnant quivered bliss all for not, deject prisoner of devoid cell, a yearned warm this twilight dark. Lonely air about her, ballads weep. Ought be her immure, but clash her thoughts: not but a scent, more pair a sentient tones, shades of emotion. One seemed dour incense, sullen mourn, carried from the near east. Sighing respire, Atsuko lifted to quavering gate. Draw as she nearer to sanctuary, afforest haven to lurk in mirthren shadows for await of eastern sun.

As quicken the caped swarth of branches chancel, pungent bullet of the second shade, impale Atsuko's vision to opaque mists. All to familiar this heart, percept of ones complicated crime, innocent lost at bind a executed end to duet elses days. They as even trace this desolate being once more, a blood hued cloth drappen his agile decent, but a moments depart upon forests canopy. "Sh!" Atsuko's breath, a toilsome surge, forth rapid as own pulse with each coming stride. Glance constrained to sunrises loom, knowing façade of human flesh within she can hide no longer. Breach her fixated trice, a snared devoice in sentiment thought. Begotten murmur of memory,

'When he comes to you, draw your weapon, he can do nothing but stand in your path' Systole, arsonet furor clench the iron shaft of Niruida-Tsurugi-No-Hinote.

Cursing under his breath, Inuyasha quickened his pace the smell of blood becoming more pungent with every step. By now, the ground was dampened with crimson, and the metallic smell of a blade managed to reach his sensitive nostrils. Skidding to a stop, he found himself in the middle of a path way. With blood still dribbling down his wounded arm, Inuyasha narrowed his amber eyes. He was positioned behind the shadowy figure, whom he hadn't discovered to be Atsuko. From afar, he could tell her scent, yet now only the smell of blood could get to him. "Hey!" Inuyasha called out standing with his knees slightly bent, good arm ready at the hilt of his tetsusaiga. "Are you the demonic being who has been killing all those people?" he demanded rather thingyily though it was his natural attitude. One that had long since been denied to him. "Hey, I'm talking to you" Inuyasha snarled drawing out his tetsusaiga and standing defensively with it clasped in both hands. Twitching his ears, Inuyasha picked up a fairly familiar scent. Nah...couldn't be.

As if have reached from miscarried dream, a companion voice once sought after, assail our implicit eve, "Hey, I'm talking to you!" So distant the years do pale since yearning helt her heart to him, since the unrequited. But take matter not, bereft Atsuko, the blade rapt in her palm trammel her soul. Tenderness given no longer stands, but death holds a perfect poison, blood a steadfast muse. He ablative every annex shadow, a vestige upon your ear, Naraku even now inhumed beneath her spirit. 'You must remember...it was not so long ago...he left you... abandoned you to the mercy of the streets...and all for this Kikyo. He does not forget his love for her...you died for him...and yet he forgets...but I smell his blood as it runs from his arm... he can not fight...' Relentless, emit his stern speach unto her memories, '...take him.' Wrath course pass Niruida-Tsurugi-No-Hinote, a pulse unmeasured hate. "I am no demon!" To compare to hells own furore her strike, would be amiss. Assulting spate, not unlike the Wind Scars strafe, claims the forests sleep and consumes all in its path. "Shi ne"

Bewildered, Inuyasha sighed while re-sheathing his tetsusaiga. That figure. Obviously female, so familiar. Atsuko? Stumbling backwards, Inuyasha questioned the figure aloud. "Atsuko? Don't tell me that's you! You, you were. . .gone" he finished quietly and shook his head. There was no denying the truth that figure was indeed a figure whom he knew quite well.

"Atsuko, what in the hell are you doing? Why do you reek of human blood, and mind telling me where you've been in the past years?" Inuyasha demanded angrily though not out of hate. Aside from the fact that his love for the priestess Kikyo was not yet dead, Atsuko was still a dear friend to him. Her disappearing hurt him in more ways than one.

"Answer me damn it!" Inuyasha snarled his grip tightening on his tetsusaiga though he was clueless as to why. He could never bring himself to lay a hand or blade on Atsuko.

Shaking his head, Inuyasha stole a glance over in the general direction upon which his name was called. Though his memory ailed him ever so slightly the figure seemed quite familiar. Golden hued optics narrowing, Inuyasha directed his attention back to the rather disheveled figure of Atsuko. "You haven't answered my question yet!" he demanded uneasily tense and rather traumatized.

From the village torrent, wildfires reach devourers the underwood, and with it the starlight consumed within the coma of smoke. This armored flame storm forest fortress, and allay all hidden shadow to the ignition, the forest flare.

(So lays the battle field)

At her side clasp the Niruida-Tsurugi-No-Hinote, the fire, rings of fire, surrond, blaze reflectent upon optics of a hazel ecstacy, Atsuko turned to face him. Upon pallid skin mirrored the flames as they drew near, yet not submit her requiem appearence.

Marionetten in movement, lifted the brand, guided to a posture of ready conflict

(by the spiders web)

fires tongue now licked at hem of the blackened yukata that garbed her. Swayed to the Tetsusaiga, the desitute gaze, "Your hands tremble...could you be afraid?' seeming whisper in the wind, but livid her eyes returned to his, "Human blood stains my flesh and my blade, the flame exausts each body and spreads until there is nothing but

(the ebony rose)

A waiver of afflicted breath had broken the stare. But as sentinel her eyes returned, a pain rested behind them, "Draw your sword" Assassin upon the fervid night, she has begun the attack

(at the end)

Burnt whiskey optics widening in disbelief, the young demon tilted his head to one side, a slim silvered brow raised high.

"Afraid?" what an odd question. Was he? In the case of his beloved friend standing before him, yes, he was indeed afraid. Not for himself, but for her own safety. What cruel, vile, and twisted occurrence had deranged his former companion so?

"Yes,"

A simple solitary statement, it's words hanging heavily in the smoke smoldering air. That same smokey air twisting and twining through his silvery locks, invisible tendrils probing at his downy ears.

Hand previously splayed a top of Tetsusaiga's hilt, it slowly withdrew away, sword still in sheath, calloused hand empty.

"I will not bring a blade down upon a friend," he stated calmly, vague wisps of her scent fluttering through the air, teasing his already aroused senses.

"Atsuko-"

Breathing deeply, he relished saying her name. Rolling off of his tongue he expertly twisted the words, morphing them into a melodic hymn.

"Stop this".

Upon her lips, a sunken smile takes place. "If you refuse to stand and fight, we both shall be consumed..." Her words like the trickle of the rain in a midnight's storm, she seemed to relish the moment. A hell bound fire, its tremble a beacon of a hatred now set once again alight, crept upon downy feet to embrace both souls in a fervid death. And yet Atsuko's face bore no witness to the blaze the now caressed her ebony hair, "But if you can defeat me..." Her arm a cruel reminder to the blades that was with it lifted to take a Harpies aim unto Inuyasha's tender throat, "...you may escape with your life." As though a serpent's fang was let unto his flesh, a drop of blood was let to dance upon the razors edge.

Eyes left dull, as if a fading grey, but still they pierce the mirror of the soul, she let to face his optics. Reflection leaves no mistake, a spider seems to coil within her eyes, the web of waning silver. And yet they seem to echo from a year left aside the dismal cascade of time: I love him

Woven in the ash entanglement, the spider takes a memories translucent hopes and cares to devore them in darkness. And in the thousand years that are said to pass within the blink of an eye, the touch of humanity that lies within her vanished. And left to view the world through clouds of venom, her hatred does regain composer.

The blade retracts. The optics of a Mother Earth seem to upon the lash of horizen, open. And the sun begins once again to breath a slow amber miasma upon the lands. In the rising sun she whispers, "Why didn't you take your chance to kill me?" The crease of a moments time, the flaming towers that surrond all sides seem to induce a haze of a lightning's blindness. The sacrifice of the full moon has left her soul, she is brought through a fire's bearing unto the morn, a hanyou to rise again.

Her fangs returned in a hindered sneer, the blood of the innocent life torn through her fire seemed to surface upon whisping scarlet crest of her hair. Her voice seemed not her own, "Let us see how you may face me without an arm" Her attack upon the speed of distant winds she left her blade to strike his abdomen. In turn the dismemberment of Inuyasha's flesh and blood left the shape of a geisha's fan upon the dawning earth.

/She's changed/

How could this happen. What devastation had occurred in her life which lead her into harming him? Of all people.

surrounded by the grounds rapid oxidation, the demon's eyes dulled, heart clenching painfully as she struck him, a prolific amount of crimson blood falling to the ground, beautiful splatters against the dusty ground.

/My Atsuko../

Tensed hand reaching down, he had, in one fluid motion, cleared a path way, the swirling vortexes of wind gusting at ethereal speeds.

/..What has the world done to you?/

Discarding any factors of consequence, Inuyasha advanced for wards, crushing the lithe demon in his arms, leaping away with inhuman elegance. Landing, he forced her protesting form down, one knee wedged firmly between her thighs, a powerful hand pinning her arms above her head.

"You have ten seconds to explain yourself," he snarled, voice taking on that long forgotten cocky tone, an air of arrogance surrounding his radiant form. Fangs gleaming in the dawns hazy light, feral eyes fixated on her own weakened optics he growled low in his throat.

"You're down to eight love".

/If only I'd have known../

Celestial poet dips his brush upon the ink of winds, each stroke a wreathe stopped upon this moment to trace strands of the girl's ashen hair, she was forced to earth. A perfect pain when Atsuko's flesh greeted the soil; in collision with gravity her lungs constricted, left without a breath. A newly arisen shackle declared her arms useless in Inuyasha's constriting grip. Pale caressed the bronzed, as the flesh of their two wrists were left in contact for a instant's pleasure. Her outward futile fightings ceased, but a tremble of memory traveled down the nape of her neck. "You're down to eight, love"

Another Head Hangs Lowly

Her cry of anguish was the anwser. In the place were his hand still held grip of her flesh, a wisp of smoke respired and embarked into the air in its' shrouded dance. Where life does not see death through a mirror glass, but embraces it in its' hold, limbo does reside. Forged of weathered bones, a broken earth, and a living hatred, Atsuko's skin gave way to Inuyasha's touch, incinerating to the hues of a gaping wound, burning. Adreneline called by her anguish blessed her with strength to impel the boy hanyou to the ground.

Child Is Slowly Taken

Desperation now held her expression. The blindness that pain employs upon the heart; the callus of the burns entwined the point of Inuyasha's contact; she clawed for her blade.

And The Violence Causes Silence

The insect left caught upon the spiders web shall struggle for a chance to fly free of the webs that capture it. But in the end the spider's poisen drip infects the body, and it is left to die slowly, decaying from the inside out.

In a cataract, blood speeped from the edges of Atsuko's lips, charcoal of the departed flames drank in the droplet rubies.

Poisen Drip Infects the Body

A taste of seawater and of sweet, her own crismon fluid enlaced her tongue.

Decaying from the Inside Out

"Naraku" Wrought upon pensive grin, the words were quiet. Pulsated her heart so fleetingly, Atsuko shuttered in the breath of it all. Panic devoured her view, in quick she seized the base of her throat in searching. Mired upon her finger tips was brought out, from the depths of the silk that entrace her body, a simple chain, a necklace. She staggered to the balance of a standing pose, her hand drawn to the centered bonding spiral of the strand. In all its' decadence of a century's lust sat upon her palm, the Shikon Jewel.

Who Are We Mistaken

The ransom of the day. With this gift from her resurrector, she wished to face another birth of morning, if only one, to live. The fade of time sank into the jem of precious power, Atsuko closed her eyes, the Jewel enbraided within her grasp.

Shattered.

Midnight rain drops, fireworks of a devils delight. The shards, a meteor shower that shown in the light of day, interupted the skies. Falling. Drowning the lands in crystal night. Like glasswork porcelain, like ecstacy. But it left a gift.

A fragment, lost of its brothers, penetrated the hanyou's flesh. Impaling the layers of tender skin, it reached on thrust to her heart. The poisen ceased.

What's In Your Head?

One more daylight to fight for a worthy life, could that be a smile upon her lips?

But the light falls

Eyelids heavy take their hold

She takes her rest on blooded soil

-+-

Will I Still Exist When Morning Comes?