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perpetuate
by: pixie paramount (6/15/2007, 10:53 PM)
Inuyasha, Naraku!Kohaku/Kagome & the warped reality of it all
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He is a monster.
He comes to her at night in the skin that doesn't belong to him.
She sits in the moonlight, caged.
And every night he asks: "Can you tell me a story?"
And every night she answers: "Perhaps."
Then, one day, she cracks.
"Can you tell me a story?"
There is red creeping into his eyes.
"Perhaps."
"Please?"
She smiles sweetly—like the sister he can remember only in his dreams—and concedes, "Once upon a time..."
He is a monster in the shell of a lost, freckled, little boy.
And, sometimes, when he looks up at her like that little, lost boy she can fool herself into believing he is.
Sometimes, she ignores the red creeping into his eyes; the voices telling her to run—danger, danger.
"Tell me a story."
He crawls into her lap, arms around her shoulders loosely, nose pressed against the hollow of her neck; he can feel her heart beating, beating, beating—fast, like a humming bird—through her skin.
(And she can feel the soft, fluttery beat of his heart—thump, thump, thump—beneath her fingers; it's like a drum.)
She's breaking—already broken; a hundred shattered pieces on the ground—when she complies, rubbing soothing patterns along his spine, "Once upon a time, there was a girl who fell—"
His breath is warm, unlike his icy skin.
"Was she happy?"
She can barely look into his (red) eyes, "Yes, I think she was."
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Author's Note: …Well this is, um, weird.
- Pixie Paramount (9/27/2007, 9:27 PM)
For: L, who wanted Kohaku!Naraku like in let it be a dream. I'm sorry that this is so...not what you wanted. I really am.