Chance

She had been a tool since her birth. Glancing at him, doubled over in pain because of his transformation that she had been forced to watch, she knew then that he could do nothing at this moment. She could not kill him, but she could do the next best thing…

Drawing the metal fan from her obi, Kagura smirked at Naraku and whispered a goodbye. Wind formed and tore at the room. Her creator swore at her, yelled at her, but he had no power. The wind shattered the yellow and blue vases by the left wall.

Something started to beat within her chest and she smirked. She was free.