Chapter 6: Daytime Nightmare
Naraku glided over to Jacklyn and sat, right leg over left. A slight chill swept throughout the room as Naraku placed his long slender fingers on Jacklyn's temple.
"Dream of gargantuan trees, so green and fragrant that your mind fills with warmth and happiness. In that moment of sheer bliss and contentment out in the distance three men come walking out of the tranquil trees. One, with hair much like my own except shorter. The left wrist was wrapped in a purple cloth, the same color cloth that adorns his whole body. A golden staff is in the same hand. This man is called Miroku, a monk, and friend of Inuyasha. Inuyasha is now in your sight. A poor excuse for a demon. Long, white hair that flows to his waist sways in the slight breeze. Dog-ears are in the midst of the white mop. Around his neck is a piece of jewelry, made with teal green beads and pure white fangs. At last you see the third companion. You pick up your feet to run and embrace him but they will not budge. They are shackled to the floor, as are your hands. Your lips open to form the words 'Mr. Sparrow'. He looks as if he heard you. In the midst of his walking he stops and looks around, puzzled. You stop screaming as you see that he cannot se or hear you. His composure is regained, the feet that were planted on the ground start moving once again. Next a beautiful white butterfly flutters about the men. A sweet smile crosses your face as you forget about the chains. As soon as those feelings came they are gone. The butterfly that was once graceful and beautiful is now a demon with sharp fangs and a sword in each hand. Miroku undoes his purple clothed hand and cries 'wind tunnel' but he is to late. A sword pierces his neck, only slightly enough to kill instantly with ought pain and severing it all. Soon after Miroku hits the floor Inuyasha joins him, a cut also painless is shown in his gut. Seeing the other two dead, Jack un-sheaths his sword and attacks. He is no match for this demon who is strong enough to kill the great Inuyasha. A sword pierces his heart. Everything is in slow motion. You hear the slowing of the heartbeats, bum bum…bum bum…bum… bum….bum………bum. The once clear, bright, chocolate brown eyes now gray and dulled with pain and suffering. His knees give out as he falls to the ground. The eyes gaze up towards the sun as the last breath of air left in him escapes. He falls to his left side with his right arm embracing the sword that killed him." At this he took his hand from her head, got up and walked away as a slow and steady stream of tears crossed Jacklyn's still and sleeping eyes.