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Darkness
Kohaku stood over her with his scythe firmly gripped in his hand. He saw the crumpled body at his feet, and realized it had happened again. He had been turned into Naraku's slave once more; a thoughtless, emotionless doll tossed around at his whim.
Looking at the body, he realized his latest victim. Rin. He remembered her name from the short hours they spent trapped in the cabin. She tried to be his friend. She was the only one he could remember trying. The hand holding the weapon shook. He didn't want to kill her. You have killed your other friends, a sinister voice taunted. What's the harm of another?
The dull ache in his heart suddenly escalated as memories of his past resurfaced. He felt the numbness threaten to overtake him again and fought to keep his sanity. He desperately denied his salvation from the crippling pain in favor of Rin's life, but he knew it was a lost battle. A tear slid unseen down his cheek as he felt himself finally succumb to the darkness.
a/n- first of a series of unrelated drabbles and one-shots written for communities and such (or not if inspiration strikes). Don't let the tone of this fool you; the ones that will follow won't be so dark and all. i originally wrote this drabble for the community iyfic contest on Live Journal. 177 words for their prompt, Week #248-Thoughtless. What do you think?