"My soul wasn't stolen...was it...?"
She asked wonderingly, hand dropping to her side. Kikyou didn't flinch, her words oily like a used car salesmen. Kagome was disgusted. Was she that corrupt? No. Kikyou never would do that. Kikyou was too elegant. And there went the telltale flinch.
"No. Your soul wasn't stolen. Little bitch. I'm not taking this illusion off until he comes, and until I make him give up on you. Naraku is killing right now--gathering those shards. Kanna came to the hut to gather yours. Right this very instant. He left to see her. To greet her. Polite, hmm? A well trained mutt."
Onigumo snorted. Kikyou hardened her eyes. Or...whoever she was, did. "Kanna doesn't have a big enough mirror for you. Inuyasha; he might just fit. You are in a coma. And comatose you shall be until we let you go. Or, really, until he lets you go. He's the one that put a shard of Kanna's broken mirror right on your chest. Right on that pretty red bow you are -always- wearing. How nice."
The silver haired boy lifted slender fingers to touch her chin. The touch was nothing like when he was cradled to her heart, but it was enough to get her dizzy again. "Your act was working, Kagura. She was breaking. Kanna is going to get Inuyasha now...though in a--more permanent fashion, hopefully? Then again, Kanna can throw him in here with one of those shards."
"The dog is screwed." Kikyou/Kagura pointed to the pond that they stood beside, which had suddenly swirled.
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Kanna continued walking until she was a good five feet away from the hanyou.
"He wishes you to suffer. Have you been suffering?"
The words weren't even posed as a question, as if the lilt at the end of her sentence could be construed as emotion.
His casual look knit tight into a scowl as his gaze transfixed upon Kanna. "You will." He pulled forth the hilt of the rusty metal. It transformed into the giant blade as the tip of it nearly came into contact with the glossy glass in her hands.
'There has to be a way to break it.. to free Kagome.' He did believe that Kagome's soul was trapped within it.
"What have you done with Kagome?" His blade held steady though his voice rose with angered tones. The blade pointed threateningly at her.
His arm twitched out of his control, his grip upon the heavy blade's hilt grew tighter as he waited, holding back from attacking her. It would be easier to just swing the blade at her, and undoubtly have it swung back at him. Though somehow, he still waited for an reply from her.
Looking to her with anger tainted gaze, his hate for her, Naraku and whoever else associately with the latter only grew.
She asked wonderingly, hand dropping to her side. Kikyou didn't flinch, her words oily like a used car salesmen. Kagome was disgusted. Was she that corrupt? No. Kikyou never would do that. Kikyou was too elegant. And there went the telltale flinch.
"No. Your soul wasn't stolen. Little bitch. I'm not taking this illusion off until he comes, and until I make him give up on you. Naraku is killing right now--gathering those shards. Kanna came to the hut to gather yours. Right this very instant. He left to see her. To greet her. Polite, hmm? A well trained mutt."
Onigumo snorted. Kikyou hardened her eyes. Or...whoever she was, did. "Kanna doesn't have a big enough mirror for you. Inuyasha; he might just fit. You are in a coma. And comatose you shall be until we let you go. Or, really, until he lets you go. He's the one that put a shard of Kanna's broken mirror right on your chest. Right on that pretty red bow you are -always- wearing. How nice."
The silver haired boy lifted slender fingers to touch her chin. The touch was nothing like when he was cradled to her heart, but it was enough to get her dizzy again. "Your act was working, Kagura. She was breaking. Kanna is going to get Inuyasha now...though in a--more permanent fashion, hopefully? Then again, Kanna can throw him in here with one of those shards."
"The dog is screwed." Kikyou/Kagura pointed to the pond that they stood beside, which had suddenly swirled.
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Kanna continued walking until she was a good five feet away from the hanyou.
"He wishes you to suffer. Have you been suffering?"
The words weren't even posed as a question, as if the lilt at the end of her sentence could be construed as emotion.
His casual look knit tight into a scowl as his gaze transfixed upon Kanna. "You will." He pulled forth the hilt of the rusty metal. It transformed into the giant blade as the tip of it nearly came into contact with the glossy glass in her hands.
'There has to be a way to break it.. to free Kagome.' He did believe that Kagome's soul was trapped within it.
"What have you done with Kagome?" His blade held steady though his voice rose with angered tones. The blade pointed threateningly at her.
His arm twitched out of his control, his grip upon the heavy blade's hilt grew tighter as he waited, holding back from attacking her. It would be easier to just swing the blade at her, and undoubtly have it swung back at him. Though somehow, he still waited for an reply from her.
Looking to her with anger tainted gaze, his hate for her, Naraku and whoever else associately with the latter only grew.