Disclaimer: I don't own Kagura, Kanna, or anything even remotely evil. Well, I do have the teddy bear that glares when you walk past it...oh yeah! I don't own Hoobastank or their song 'Out of Control'. That's relevant, I promise.

I've done everything as you say

I've followed your rules without question

I was made from him. In a sense, I am Naraku. The flesh, blood and bone of evil. I am Kagura of the Wind. But the wind is free, and I am not. He says to find something, and I must find it. Should he wish for me to come to him, all he must do is summon, and I appear before him. I cannot act freely, of my own will. I am trapped. And my desire is to get out, and see for myself.

I thought it'd would me see things clearly

But instead of helping me to see

I look around and it's like I'm blinded

Even if I wish to resist, I cannot. Were it his will, I could return easily to his body, and that is something I must not allow to take place. My heart is, quite literally, in his hands. Sometimes, he makes me do things I want stopped. "Chase her", "Stop them". The worst of all is "Kill him". Although he can control my thoughts, he can't stop me from feeling. He can't make me emotionless, like Kanna. My sister, of the Void, is also an incarnation of the beast known as Naraku. Should I ask her what I should do, she would look at me stoically and reply, "Obey Master Naraku". He made her emotionless, and she cannot feel pain, sorrow, or love. In a way, he has spared her, but he has also kept her soul tortured and trapped. She has no control. None of us do.

I feel like I'm spinning out of control

Try to focus but everything's twisted

And all alone I thought you would be there

The orders are vague, at times. I don't have to do one thing in particular, but no matter what my actions, I must have a certain result. I am played like an instrument with no specific melody, just a haze of stiff, hateful notes.

Where should I go?

What should I do?

I don't understand what you want from me

He is deceitful. I know of his lies, of course. He twists people to fit his needs, and when he is through, he discards them. That is his way, and not mine. His laughter, so fittingly, is demonic, harsh, manipulative. His eyes are cold and hard, scarlet as the blood they so often see. My eyes are red as well. I have his laugh. He is like father without the love, a sibling without the caring. I look like him, but I am not him. I do not want to use people as my playthings.

Cause I don't know

If I can trust you

I don't understand what you want from me

Although I am trapped, controlled and isolated....

To let me know I'm not alone

But in fact that's exactly what I was

It will not remain this way. I will soar freely with the wind, and I will do as I wish. One day...

I'm spinning out of control

Out of control