Somehow, she had realized that the line that separated reality and fantasy had gotten thinner. Maybe it was all something more surreal than she could ever imagine. Lines of silver and red and gold and green and purple and white mingling together in one neurotic dream.
Maybe sometimes that's what she wanted, dreams of tangled things of webs and demon spiders.
Naraku had the means to do what he needed to, but time didn't provide he knew what he needed to get and who needed to be deceived.
The chaos he caused weighed in on her mind through the long years of journeying for his demise. But maybe that's not what Kagome really wanted. Sometimes she didn't know, but he did….
The legends told of a miko and a hanyou who loved each other. But was it really the truth?
Naraku long ago, as Onigumo had desired Kikyou, and now, as Naraku he desired Kagome, Kikyou's body long been owned by the dirt.
The heroine and the villain. A story never told because no one knew the whole story.
Because fairytales always have happy endings, right?