Of Want and Misery: The Nothing That Kills
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha.
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She was going to kill him.
She craved to watch his blood drip down her blades, to hear that small plink sound as each drop hit the ground; to bask in the cries of torture that would tear from his mouth as she dragged her blade deeper and deeper, slower and slower, through his soft flesh. The mere thought of his screams of agony and pain brought a smile onto her lips. Pure delight danced through her dull, red eyes as she imagined everything that would happen, every shout, every cry, and every tear that would be shed but, most of all, she imagined the blood spatters that would mar his beautiful face as she thrust her blades deeper and deeper into his pale skin.
She watched him as he turned to look at her and smirked. She glared at him as he turned around once again and busied himself with his mirror. How she wished to kill him right there, to release her blades on his suspicious back.
She knew she couldn't. She also knew that the blades would barely damage him in her current state. She would have to wait for the right moment, when he was off his guard.
It would be then that Kagura would kill Naraku and only then.