Song: The Parting Glass -Walking Dead OST
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Memoirs of a Miko
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Waking up the following morning was especially harsh on the poor miko. Her dreams so much better than her reality. The saddest part of it was, though, that eventually even the memory of her dream would undoubetedly fade - even though she was lucky enough to remember it. Instead, she was left with this strange feeling of detachment from her surrounding, left to explore the hollow boughs of her soul devoid of happiness, the only proof that remained of the dream at all. If she opened her eyes, the vision of Kikyo's smiling face as they played on the sandy beaches they called home would fade. The sounds of her brother's laughter as he tried to keep up. Their mother waving from the doorway. The scent of fresh sea air.
It wasn't until she registered soft breath fluttering across her forehead and the subtle shifting of an arm pulling her closer that her eyes flew open and the memories of the night prior flooded her mind. Over and over and over her mind had replayed Kikyo's final moments until she started screaming unable to calm her racing mind or quell the grief surging in her soul. Then he had come and spoke words of comfort. Taking her into his arms and soothing her. He was such a strange contradiction. Easy to anger, a demon like all the others and yet endlessly gentle. So kind if he wanted to be. Closing her eyes, she had to admit being held like this was the safest she'd felt since she arrived. The feel of his chest rising and falling, the way his arm instinctively pulled her closer at varying intervals, the way he sighed happily in his sleep – a soft ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
Sighing, Kagome snuggled a little closer and wrapped her arm around him in turn – earning a happy sounding hum and a subconscious nuzzle from the sleepy hanyou before his eyes shot open and he nearly rocketed out of the bed faster than any human would ever be capable of accomplishing.
Frazzled, Inuyaha blinked stupidly at her for a moment before collecting himself and folding his arms across his chest in an attempt to keep some semblance of authority, "This will not happen again."
Furrowing his brow, when the girl looked….disappointed perhaps….Inuyasha tried to keep a cold, superior look on his face even as his heart melted slightly at the slight pout on her lips. It had been one day. That's all it had taken for his demon to decide she was his. That she looked so natural gazing up at him from underneath the covers. Like she was meant to be there. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
'Keep it together man!' he screamed internally at himself as a blush rose on his cheeks, 'Don't you do it. She's your servant. She's been traumatized. She's bat shit crazy. Don't you dare go there. Roll it back buddy.'
"Today you will be joining House Kage to be trained," Inuyasha began – his voice uneven as he struggled against himself, "You will be escorted there and back. The sleeping arrangements have not changed. You are not to leave your room after sundown. Understood?"
"Yes, my Lord," Kagome replied with a slight sigh before she maneuvered out of the bed and headed towards the secret entrance that led to her room. Suddenly she paused and sent him a sheepish smile over her shoulder as she mumbled awkwardly, "Uh, I hope you have a good day, My Lord."
'Oh god dammit,' Inuyasha's inner voice cursed as his heart fluttered in his chest and a slight blush returned to his cheeks, 'Bad Inuyasha. Bad. Bad. Bad. You need to fight it! This isn't right! '
"You too, I guess," he replied in a somewhat nervous tone that had him wanting to go up to the nearest wall and beat his head repeatedly, "I'll send one of the others to escort you. I, uh, have to go."
With that, Inuyasha left the room – a little too quickly – and slammed the door behind him before leaning against it and rolling his eyes. This was not the time nor place to imprint on someone. Especially on her. He barely knew anything about her other than she had been ripped from her home and utterly traumatized. In her training as a miko, she must've killed dozens if not hundreds of his kind. She was dangerous. A threat. In no way appealing dammit. Huffing in frustration, he pushed himself off the wooden door and proceeded to head down to the breakfast hall – completely missing the dark figure standing behind the curtain as he tried to reason with himself why his damn body had conspired against him
"Foolish boy," Naraku chuckled darkly as he watched the half-breed mumbling to himself, "Didn't even notice I was here."
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A dark cloud followed Kagome as she walked down the short hall to her room – trailing her fingertips of one hand along the stone wall as she went. She would probably carry it around for years to come. It was hung over her, casting its shadow on her life. The brightness that once exuded from her ever pore was now obscured by the darkness. No, it would be wrong to say it is dark - it is empty, nothing less, nothing more. Sighing, she looked about the small room that was now her home. A bed, a chair, a plain dresser. It wasn't terrible except that there were no windows. No sunshine. Just cold stone walls.
Trying to pluck up her energy, she made her way slowly towards the dresser and removed the pink kimono with its white obi. It was rather pretty truth be told. Nothing too elegant but far nicer than what she was accustomed to wearing. Gently shrugging out of her sleeping yukata, Kagome had just placed one arm into the sleeve with a low menacing chuckle sounded from behind her.
"Such a waste," Naraku crooned as she turned around – clutching the cloth to her chest in an attempt to preserve her modesty, her eyes wide with terror Backing away like a frightened rabbit, Kagome furiously shook her head and tried to call out for help but her terror stole away the ability to speak.
"Will you scream for me I wonder?" Naraku chuckled darkly as he slowly advanced- playing with the ties of his hakama, "Will you beg for mercy?"
"Help," Kagome squeaked – her voice breaking and the words leaving her mouth in a terrified whisper, "Help me. Somebody. Inu…Inuyasha."
"No one can help you now," Naraku chuckled darkly as he wrapped his arm around her waist and ripped the clothing from her hand before gripping her tightly around the neck, "You're mine now."