AN: Oh my gosh! You guys are amazing. I didn't know this little fic of mine would be received well. I really appreciate the reviews! Please keep them coming. It motivates me to update faster :) Btw, I hope you like this one. I personally enjoyed writing it but excuse me for the sloppy writing! English is not my first language and I'm trying to get out of this funk. Tell me what you think!
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Instantly, clawed fingers savagely coil around Kagome's throat.
"You arrogant little wench!" Sukuna's lip curls in disgust and he watches her asphyxiate. Her neck veins are engorged and her skin turns to a sickening color, though, she does not try to thrash or claw at his face. She simply does nothing.
Her lack of reaction is not lost to Sukuna. How dare she behaves as though she is doing him this favor? How dare she acts as if she is not about to be killed?
This angers him even more so he squeezes tighter.
The edges of Kagome's vision become dark but she still keeps her blue eyes determinedly fixed at her murderer. If this will be her last form of retaliation to those that want to harm her then, so be it. She will not give him the satisfaction of breaking her. Her mouth hangs open and her now weak heart, once rapidly beating, is sluggish in rhythm. She can feel her life slowly slipping away and they both know her death is near.
Even without her torn blouse, two of Sukuna's eyes can see the faint glow of pink coming from the woman's chest. It flickers on and off like a candle's flame slowly dying and he knows without question that this is the woman's soul. He smiles widely once more and tries to rip it out of her. Unexpectedly, the action reminds him of the sheer agony and pain of having his body ripped apart and his digits cut into pieces.
It takes three seconds for Kagome to completely lose consciousness and it only takes one second for Sukuna to realize something.
He cannot kill her.
Not because he doesn't want to but because somehow the woman's soul merged with his.