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Well, I have had a suggestion made of a lemon/lime scene…any input would be appreciated, I will write it if you all think it would be an asset to the story. If not, I could write a one-shot in that manner, your call. Let me know via review. Oh yes, this chapter may get a bit gory for some of the more sensitive readers out there, so may you be warned …::does scary hand shaking thing:: 0_o
Her first reaction was to scream, her second to retch, her third to cry, but none happened. Kagome just stood there, staring. Staring at what once had been her family. Her source of love, comfort, and laughter. But now they were nothing but mutilated bits of flesh, stung along the front of the main shrine. The clothing appeared to have been burnt off their upper halves, but the clothing covering the lower halves was intact. A message had been carved into the singed flesh of their backs, each body bearing a single word: SHIKON NO TAMA. The blood oozing from the butchered skin and muscle glistened eerily in the firelight. The pool of the shining red liquid that had gathered beneath the bodies reflected Kagome's face, except the image was constantly fragmented by drips of her family's life essence.
Kagome could not breathe. She felt like the life had been drained out of her as it had been out of her family. She reached forward, not knowing why. Trailing her fingers through the blood running down each of her family members' backs, she let go of all reason. One thought flooded her senses, urging her to collect the toll from the one who would slaughter her innocent family like this. Display their bodies like this. Use them as blank canvases, just to pass on a message that she knew far to well.
Revenge. This one word floated in her mind, the same crimson as the puddle at her feet. With the fresh blood on her fingers, Kagome drew them across her face, leaving four parallel marks diagonal to her features. With this simple, silent covenant, Kagome pledged to herself and her dead family that the one who did this would pay. They would feel the full wraith of a woman, not girl, robbed of all she held dear. This is what she swore.
Well, that was super short, but that sets the stage for all the rest I have planned. I kind of really got into it, but I hope it is decent. I am rather pleased with it personally. If you like or don't like, let me know. Thanks for your time and thought
PhantomLogic