Cutting to the Chase
So, I guess this is a regular routine.
Kohaku looked around at the bored expressions of his little friends. Apparently it was no big deal when Sesshomaru just up and left without any utterance of where he was going or when he was due back. Slouched against a tree, the taijiya sat with his legs sprawled in front of him, tapping his feet together and wishing the time would pass faster.
There's not much else to do.
"R-run."
Kohaku looked up at Rin, terror suddenly etched into her little face as her mouth worked up and down soundlessly. Turning, the taijiya knew exactly what she meant.
Naraku reached for him. Without thinking, Kohaku slashed away the offending hand.
Wickedly amused, Naraku smiled. He wasn't sure where this plucky attitude was coming from or why Kohaku suddenly wanted to live. If the boy just let him take the shard Naraku might let Sesshomaru's other minions linger long enough for the daiyokai to see them alive one last time. Wouldn't that be nice? "And you're going to fight me?"
Without warning, Naraku lashed a tentacle, its sharpened edge straightening like a scythe. Kohaku threw himself to the ground, just delaying the inevitable by a couple measly seconds as Naraku made for another go. But, though the strike was dead-on the second round, the rigid tentacle snapped back in revulsion at the pure aura that glowed from the boy's neck.
Kikyo's light!
"Stay down!"
Kohaku looked behind himself in time to see Naraku consumed in a fiery blaze that blasted from the Staff of Heads.
Master Jaken…
"Run for it!" The little imp dashed as fast as his squat legs could carry him. If Rin died again his fate wouldn't be as kind as the quick death Naraku offered. They had to get out of there before the blaze completely dissipated. "C'mon, Kohaku!"
He didn't need to be told twice. Ah-Un's reins in hand, they were off. Naraku's sinister smile widened with the thrill of pursuit. The stench of the foul, hate-soaked yoki burned Kohaku's nose, bringing tears to his eyes. The forest's trees thundered as they collapsed in the balmy wake and the slayer could have sworn he saw more than one robin drop dead out of the darkening sky. It was as if Hell itself rolled behind them like a dragnet.
Lord Sesshomaru, where are you?
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Inspired by iy_no_kakera prompt #88: Run.