I'm in a room. Strapped to a chair. In a solid room. Covered with blood. The walls are white. So white. The shiny kind. He cant deal with the truth. He cant deal with me.
"I am Naraku's incarnation."
"Don't lie to me wench." He clenched my throat in warning. Mockery is the best flattery. "Hn."
He growled.
"Why do you think I'm lying? Shesshy? My love?"
Still, I'm all alone. I really have to get out of here. I look down and see I am also clean. There should have been blood on my hands right? She always lets me remember. Never tries to hide what she has done. Sometimes I understand that if she did, a lot more people could get hurt. But still, I hate her. In turn, myself.
He forced his hand harder, trying to force me back to the depths of Her soul. Oh, well, its no bother.
I trailed my nails down his own arm, causing no ounce of pain, only the reaction of annoyance.
"Do not touch this Sesshomaru's person."
"Then Do not touch this kagome's person." He grunted inhumanly and let go.
I held my chest and fell off the wall that was even more bloodier now. I fell forward and coughed up a few blood clots. And still I easily managed that disembodied grin that told the one receiving, "I know something you don't know.."
There was a knock. A small thin knocking. In this chair I turn and face the doorway. A small pig demon came in and addressed me.
" M-Miss Kagome? I-I am here to…take you- .. Out of .." He seemed scared to come near me as he was only about a foot from the doorway. He kept stuttering, this fool, this impudent child.
"Fool. To what dimwit?"
"To release your bonds!" He shouted in scared fury at the situation he was given into. He franticly tiptoed to my frozen space and shakily untied me from behind. "If I was lord I would deal with you right at the moment! I would kill you without remorse! You are insane ma'm!.."
He lost his caution and started to mumble rudely, not remember just the reason I was here. He Broke the chains and sauntered back to the door. She was free. And stupidly, he got braver.
" …and since the lord has forbidden me to give you anything but water and bread, I would advise you to be….. Good."
I lunged for him, letting her power me with her strength. I nearly caught him when he shoved a iron door in my face. Never even knew they had iron doors in this era. I growled. That reminded me of a not so far- away memory…
"OH SESSHOMARU!… " \
"Miko."
"Tsk. Tsk. And I thought chivalry was important here. One never puts there hands on a lady."
His eyes narrowed. "Do not try to insult this ones honor."
"The question is did you ever have any?"
This time he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the center of the room. I was too weak. Too tired. I scraped along his own arm, not being careful of his stub, what was left of his arm. He growled himself. Maybe it still hurt him. I felt small remorse at this. It was my fault.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
My nails elongated and started to pierce his own flesh. "Arrgh!" He dropped me and my skull shook with alarm. "Miko!" hmm. He did have emotions. Her power was being to dissolve. I would be in control.
He hooked me with his arm, in what would've looked like a playful embrace, in reality a painful uppercut. "yes?" I choked out.
"Calm down,"
I twitched. I was calm wasn't I?
"Or something will happen, that you will regret."
The stub of his arm brushed me again. We were face to face. Head to head. It irked me, something I needed to fix. I wasn't in control.
I focused my power into my palms, and stretched my arm to touch it.
He stood still, probably thinking I was going to purify him. I couldn't purify in this form of her. Believe me, I had tried.
It was silence for a moment. I needed to hear something. CHAOS. I was blind for a moment. Pinkish blue energy engulfed us both. In that moment I could feel his soul stretch and my own sink. Then it was there. A perfect copy of his own arm that was cut off. No, I wont allow myself to tell it a copy. A copy is never perfect. It is a throwaway. Something that will be removed.
Weak. Weak. Ever so. And so I tell him, his own mouth slight open with awe at what I have done.
"I never regret the things I do."
He stared down at me.
Blood. Blood. The Rush.
I saw him clench his sword. In that moment, glinting, he was beautiful. Covered in blood.
Darkness surrounds me.
The power.
The intelligence.
The desire.
I wake in a white room.
