Seppun no ShibÇ
She stood amidst the now still battle field. Bodies lay strewn across the crimson-stained grass. Her friends were located in the mess somewhere, heavily wounded but still living.
As her eyes surveyed the destruction she spotted a movement of white in the corner of her eye. She turned sharply, black flying out behind her, to face the bane of everyone's exisistance: Naraku. He stood smirking as he, too, took in their surroundings. His white pelt slid off his shoulders only to be halted by his folded arms.
"Who shall protect you now, miko?"
She ignored the question as she began to cross the field towards him.
As she approached he failed to see the rising anger in her flaring aura, he saw only the purity he desired to taint. Naraku saw passion in her darkening eyes, seeing what he wished to see, not what was there to be seen: the undeniable promise of imminent death.
She came to a halt scant inches before him. A pale, feminine hand rose to caress his face. He allowed the gentle pressure of her hand to guide him closer. The hanyou's gaze flicked across her glittering eyes before coming to rest on her softly parted lips.
The woman lifted her face to him, pressing her coral mouth sweetly against his own. His eyes fluttered shut in victory and lust. Her hand moved to become entangled in the silky, black hair at his nape. Naraku's arms rose to draw her closer...
Just as her tongue slid into his mouth pain exploded through his body. He tried to pull away but the miko refused to relinquish her hold. Her lips pressed forcefully on his, swallowing his cries of unceasing anguish. A bluish light suffused the couple, growing in brilliance with each passing moment.
At last the light receded to dully surround only the woman. Naraku lay at her feet, a pile of smoldering ashes.
She lazily licked her lips, savoring the delicate taste left behind. Such a pity her first kiss had to be a kiss of death.