Haunted
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Kouga does his best to aid in the fight. It's hard now that the shikon shards have been stolen from him. His movements are more sluggish, less precise, but he's still powerful. He never needed them to make him strong; they just helped.
It was because of them that he is here, slashing and fighting his way through the thick twists of Naraku's tentacles and the clouds of choking miasma.
But Naraku is screwing with him.
Every time he turns, he gets a glimpse of her, the wind witch he always hated but never did. Sometimes it's the flash of haughty crimson eyes he catches out of the corner of his eye. Other times it's the sound of her mocking laughter that rings in his ears. More rarely, through the poison in the air he can smell her, just like Naraku but the tiniest bit different in a way that doesn't really matter.
She's dead.
He knows because they told him. He smirked and said that she deserved it. She did.
But the ghost of her is driving him crazy, and Kouga hopes that the battle lasts forever, just so that Kagura can keep haunting him one last time.
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Written 9/14/2006