"She got that one out." The woman said, surprised. "She got that one out."
The words were repeated as she laughed. "Made him happy, didn't you. You're
going to be a shell soon enough. Hollow. Breaking the mirror can only work
in such a short amount of time. You're slow here. In your mind, you think
you have all the time in the world. That's the trouble with you children.
You believe you can dawdle for eternity, and expect someone to wait."
She smiled. It was not a bitter smile, but one exchanged between friends. "I'm in your mind, so I act the way you wish, although you have no control over my actual actions. I talk to you this way because that is how you secretly believe I do. Onigumo has long hair because you wanted it to be Inuyasha. Naraku is finishing the jewel. Your assumptions were correct. And why this child--this fruit of the filthy hanyou's loins--is trying to help you is something I will never want to know. He couldn't get me, so now he wants my counterpart. You're making him worry. That's not nice to make someone worry so."
Her fever faded. Kagome looked at the woman with clear eyes. "The mirror is here. It is there, it is everywhere. You are trapped in Kanna's mirror, because Naraku wished it so. Just break it, and you are free. I am a sick fellow, but you are even sicker. You're fading fast."
"No one here to guide you. Now you're on your own." They both crossed their arms, and they watched her. Kagome clenched her fists.
"Where do I go? Give me a hint! You don't like Naraku! You both hate him! you follow him because one of you belongs to him and one of you is bored with wandering and eating souls! Let me go! This was one hell of a trick. I could've gone on forever, thinking Inuyasha had done something to the well. Thinking someone had broken it. You and I will never be friends. We will never love each other. We will never want to care about each other because he will always separate us, and our decisions mold us to be the people, or in your case the zombie, we are today."
"I chose to love him, and you chose to stab him into a tree."
Kagome let out a shaky breath. Onigumo giggled.
"That is the mirror."
Onigumo threw his head to the side, the glee in his eyes evident, while Kikyou, the dead miko, let out an angered groan.
He didn't know what to do. What to do to help her, to help himself. She had spoken one word and now did it sink in. "Mirror?" His panic gulped as he stood motionless in the small space and looked to the one laying even more still upon the ground.
He stepped towards her and paused looking over her, amber eyes clouded with confusion. "What do you mean?" He would talk aloud, hoping that she'd hear him and wake up just because she'd know he was there.. beside her.
'Perhaps she doesn't want to hear you.' Oh great, now the voice inside his head started talking to him. 'Shut up.' He retorted back and it seemed to end.
He comtemplated.. if he was capable of such an action, and the only thing coming to mind is the soul tapping mirror held by the void in white. Was that what she referred to? He would've.. should've known that Naraku would be behind this.
Clasping his resting blade in hand again, the sword and sheath again was tucked into the fabric belt around his waist. Looking blankly at her still, if she had meant something else, she had better make herself clear before he bound off somewhere looking aimlessly for traces of that other void and that other half demon.
She smiled. It was not a bitter smile, but one exchanged between friends. "I'm in your mind, so I act the way you wish, although you have no control over my actual actions. I talk to you this way because that is how you secretly believe I do. Onigumo has long hair because you wanted it to be Inuyasha. Naraku is finishing the jewel. Your assumptions were correct. And why this child--this fruit of the filthy hanyou's loins--is trying to help you is something I will never want to know. He couldn't get me, so now he wants my counterpart. You're making him worry. That's not nice to make someone worry so."
Her fever faded. Kagome looked at the woman with clear eyes. "The mirror is here. It is there, it is everywhere. You are trapped in Kanna's mirror, because Naraku wished it so. Just break it, and you are free. I am a sick fellow, but you are even sicker. You're fading fast."
"No one here to guide you. Now you're on your own." They both crossed their arms, and they watched her. Kagome clenched her fists.
"Where do I go? Give me a hint! You don't like Naraku! You both hate him! you follow him because one of you belongs to him and one of you is bored with wandering and eating souls! Let me go! This was one hell of a trick. I could've gone on forever, thinking Inuyasha had done something to the well. Thinking someone had broken it. You and I will never be friends. We will never love each other. We will never want to care about each other because he will always separate us, and our decisions mold us to be the people, or in your case the zombie, we are today."
"I chose to love him, and you chose to stab him into a tree."
Kagome let out a shaky breath. Onigumo giggled.
"That is the mirror."
Onigumo threw his head to the side, the glee in his eyes evident, while Kikyou, the dead miko, let out an angered groan.
He didn't know what to do. What to do to help her, to help himself. She had spoken one word and now did it sink in. "Mirror?" His panic gulped as he stood motionless in the small space and looked to the one laying even more still upon the ground.
He stepped towards her and paused looking over her, amber eyes clouded with confusion. "What do you mean?" He would talk aloud, hoping that she'd hear him and wake up just because she'd know he was there.. beside her.
'Perhaps she doesn't want to hear you.' Oh great, now the voice inside his head started talking to him. 'Shut up.' He retorted back and it seemed to end.
He comtemplated.. if he was capable of such an action, and the only thing coming to mind is the soul tapping mirror held by the void in white. Was that what she referred to? He would've.. should've known that Naraku would be behind this.
Clasping his resting blade in hand again, the sword and sheath again was tucked into the fabric belt around his waist. Looking blankly at her still, if she had meant something else, she had better make herself clear before he bound off somewhere looking aimlessly for traces of that other void and that other half demon.