fifty years later
She stood there, urging her body to move but her muscles did not obey her. Her heart beat slowed as he moved closer to her; his disgusting scent filling her sensitive noise. He smelt of dead flesh and demons, a scent that surely warned others not to stray too him or risk the fate of those who had tried. Something pulled at her kimono and with a flick of light she saw the small spider web like threads that held her still, held her under his sickening grasp. On the outside she looked of an empty shell with no soul, while on the inside she screamed a name of a half-demon she longed to see alive. But he was gone, fifty years gone with no sign of his awakening. This was where her life was going to end, she knew it.
"Such a pretty little thing you've become Akemi…" A slithering voice that made her insides quiver with loathing. But her body stood there obediently as he ran fingers along her neck; mocking a romance it would seem. What would love a man like this? Maybe he knew the answer and was forced to play with unsuspecting and helpless women. But he'd been playing this game for decades with poor old Akemi. He had promised a safe and loving place to grow into the powerful wolf she was deep down. He did nothing but torture her body and soul to nearly breaking it. Or maybe he had just released something a lot scarier.
"Stop trying to fight it, there's nothing you can do. You're entangled in a web that you can not escape." Why would her body not listen to her? She wanted to grip the dagger she had manage to conceal under her kimono and shove it into his eye and then run. But where would she run? She had never known the love of a pack let alone the warmth of a true home. If anything she could only run to the one place she knew she may even be remotely safe, to see if his body still lay motionless against the tree.
As if some divine fate had heard her plea the scent of something familiar hit her nose and simultaneously her heart beat with a feeling she had not felt before. Her fingers moved against Naraku's web; much to his displeasure. With ever stronger heartbeat the more her body learned to listen. But just as full control was within her grasp a faint whisper trailed her ear.
"If you refuse to love me, then you shall know what true heartbreak is you loathsome halfbreed." Naraku's words stung her chest as red eyes grew wide. His hand having plummeted threw her back, grabbing her heart with his hand. She turned her gaze from the lifeless eyes of Naraku to a man in red standing before her. Silver hair and ears that twitched with a certain angst she was not expecting to see.
"In...yuasha…" The quiet words finally escaped her lips against Naraku's better judgement. But the words were short lived as all air left her lungs and his hand emerged from her chest before he threw her aside. A painful stinging filled her chest as it became harder to breathe. Was her heart still even there? She could still feel it beating as her once white kimono stained red with her own blood. A white kimono to symbolize a pure heart, one now blackened by a poison known as miasma. Her body wavered in and out of a darkness that was hard to fight. Her body was lifted almost effortlessly and carried away as a curse from Naraku echoed in the air around a broken battlefield.
"Break her heart Inuyasha! I dare you!"