Today, she'd woken up to a nice bouquet of flowers, and a breakfast of hot, filling porridge.
It actually had sugar, which she knew was a precious commodity.
Something was up.
And it reeked of Spider.
He sat beside her. "Did you enjoy your breakfast?" he asked.
"What are you trying to pull?" she spat suspiciously.
"Same thing I've been trying to pull the whole time you're been down here." he snapped back.
She paled, confused, something strange building in the pit of her stomach. "What is that?" she asked quietly.
He smirked. "You even need to ask?"
His lips were pressed over hers in an instant, and after one moment of terror, she relaxed into his arms, returning the kiss with fervor.
'I'm mad, aren't I?' she thought distractedly as he pulled away. She made to back off.
He pulled her to him. "Come with me." he whispered temptingly. "Leave this dungeon. Forget your pain... They do not deserve your fidelity."
Spider crooned softly and stroked her hair.
Moth closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of another's touch, something she had been denied for years.
"No..." she struggled vainly, fighting the warmth within. "I shan't be unfaithful... I shall die here, in the shadow."
"With no light? Never again to see the day?" he tempted softly, gently kissing her neck and holding her even closer to him.
She longed for nothing more than to simply relax into his embrace and forget all about everything, all about what she stood for, all about the goddamn heros and heroines and their rights and wrongs...
And to simply be Moth, as she was, without the game.
But she stayed silent, her internal battle raging quietly within her mind, yet showing in naught more than the furrow of her brow.
Yet that alone was enough for the ever watchful Spider to witness.
"I shall see you in the morrow." he whispered softly. "Sleep well, and dream... And think it over. Perhaps, tomorrow, your answer may be different."
He stood, and Moth felt bereft without his arms around her.
Within, something nearly broke and she almost cried out his name, called for him to hold her again and forgot forever all that she had never stood for...
Yet pride, the awful thing it is, stayed her tongue.
Moth watched the man she loved rise slowly and close the iron door behind him, once again locking her into the prison she had begun to call home.
Once again, she sat quietly and began to cry.
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Me: Now I have them both captive... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Naraku: No, you're doing it all wrong. You need to let the 'ha' work for you, Dear... You can't try to force it. Now, only use three 'ha's with a Mua. And let the last keep going, so you still have the desired effect. Now, try it.
Me: Muahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa?
Kagome: 0O
Me: I know! He actually gives good advice!
Naraku: I could make a good main, you know. Anti-heroes are getting more popular every day.
Me: And you're such teh hotness!
Kagome: If you like him so much, why don't YOU go after him?
Me: Because, my dear, Readers don't like that.
Naraku: They don't... They really don't... I'd rather have Kikyo.
Kagome: What?
Naraku: She's pretty, at least... You're so annoying and fangirlish.
Kagome: Meanie!
Naraku: The viewers don't like having me with originals... They want me with a goddamn fangirl who giggles and whose only purpose is to bring Inuyasha ramen!
Kagome: 0.0...That's it, monkey boy, you're going DOWN.