Naraku
My finger pauses on the switch, then lightly applies more pressure. The light blinks and flickers off. The morning darkness immediately falls down, as if nothing happened.
I tiredly sit down against the door and, reclining my head backwards, close my eyes. I want to fall asleep, but bitter heaviness and anxiety stirring inside kills all the sleep that my brain salvaged when Kikyo called.
At first, I was watching her out of plain curiosity. The way she flipped the pages. The way her eyes moved across the rows and columns. Then, slowly, it began to sink in, deeper and deeper, until there was no blood left to spill from the wound.
Does she actually think I'll let her go?
A small hand touches my knee.
"Dad?" I open my eyes. Face sleepy and confused, Kanna is standing in front of me.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?"
Despite the sour taste in my mouth, I smile and ruffle her hair.
"Accidentally woke up and didn't know what to do. It's nothing."
Kanna sighs and turns around, hand slipping from the knee. Through the door, I hear quiet footsteps, receding into the distance.
"It doesn't make sense."
My smile slightly widens, and I stand up, taking her hand.
"Let's go, I'll put you to bed. It's too damn early."
My daughter's fingers eagerly curl around mine.