The Rain Is In

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People think life's bad when they don't have enough money to buy a drink. But that's their problem. They're just blaming it on life. A bad life is when you're me. That is bad.

I live with Naraku. We're hardly related. Well, we're kind of related. What I'm trying to say here is, he's my brother. Fucking bastard. I'm almost even ashamed the same blood runs through me. It disgusts me. I'd have been fine - sure, he makes life hell - no, worse - but it'd just be me. I'll survive. But...there's also Kanna. My stepsister. The only thing I got. She doesn't deserve what Naraku's shooting at her. She's just a kid.

Muso used to be there for us. He didn't live with us, but he was always there. He more or less protected us from that moron. Somehow, unexplainably, Naraku doesn't have much affect on him. I guess everyone's got a limit. He reached his. Muso went off to get some degree in America. And left us. Oh sure, he'll be back – but meanwhile, I'll have to see to it that Naraku doesn't mess with Kanna. How the hell can I do that when I can't even keep myself safe?

Strolling down the hall, Kagura halted to a stop.

There, in front of her, stood Muso. Right. He still existed.

"Muso," she called, rapidly making her way through the crowd. She wasn't going to loose him this time, no. She needed him – and so does Kana.

Running as fast as her legs were able to carry her, Kagura sped down the never-ending path.

After what seemed like forever, he stood in front of her, inches away. She held out her hand to touch him, and for the first time in a long while she felt relieved.

"Muso -"

But as she touched him, he seemed to disappear. A hologram.

"No," Kagura screamed in horror.

Hearing a distant chuckling, a mocking tone, Kagura turned.

There, standing where she had been minutes ago, was Naraku. Her brother.

As Kagura examined him, her eyes fell on something Naraku clutched in his filthy hands.

Muso's jacket. Stained.

"You bastard, what the hell did you do to him?" Kagura narrowed her eyes, holding back the liquid that longed to be let out.

Naraku, instead of answering, just chuckled louder. Then, eventually, it turned into his version of an evil laugh.

"Naraku..." Kagura leaped forward, ready to attacked the man standing in her way. Preparing her fists, she felt a sudden shot of pain at her side.

Blood.

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"No!" Kagura cried, bolting up in bed. Clutching her side with both hands, Kagura cautiously peered at her hands.

No blood. Clear.

Sighing in relief, Kagura inspected the room. Her room. She was fine…she was alive.

For now.

Angrily, she shook off the thought. "Damn it...that fucking dream again." It wasn't real, she told herself. It didn't even sound like me. I'm not so shrilly. Not so weak.

Realizing that it was still dark outside, Kagura caught sound of knocking on her door.

Calming down, Kagura muttered, "Come in."

"Kagura," a young girl whispered from her doorway. "Are you alright?"

"Oh. Kanna." Kagura managed a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

Looking around her sister's room, Kanna landed her sight on Kagura once again. "Is it that dream again? I heard you half way down the hall."

"Sorry Kanna, did I wake you up?"

The girl didn't answer, but made herself comfortable beside Kagura.

For a moment, it was just silence that accompanied them.

"He'll be fine," Kagura mumbled. "I promise you, Kanna."