Sesshoumaru surfed through the sky preoccupied with the recent events. Naraku might be upto something, Kagura's most minute movements brought out unimaginable attacks, a concept that seemed impossible in her case a few days ago. Yet it made no sense for Naraku to bestow Kagura an aura that smelled holy.He needed to be careful.
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"The celestial draught is the only thing that gods fear. It doesn't kill them, but does something even worse. In the pure minds of these beings Lust begins to form. The taint spreads and spreads until nothing in the world could satisfy the being. It seems that this Wind Goddess had taken it... whether on accident or not, I cannot tell."
"Miroku... why would the goddess kill herself if she is just lusting?" asked the kitsune perched on Kagome's shoulder.
"It seems to me that she most likely sacrificed herself to free the world of a rampaging Goddess, but..." Miroku stopped there stroking his chin in thought, "I have never heard that the gods had any control over themselves after they took the draught... from what I know, all they want then is endless power, not death"
Inuyasha stared at the sky, parched leaves were floating about. playing about in the wind. He knew trouble would soon come his way. A drugged goddess killing herself unnaturally was too much of a bad omen to ignore. As a new flurry of wind came at him, Inuyasha's ear tweaked with annoyance and a growl escaped his throat.
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Kagura was floating at the peak of Mt. Kasumi. She had never come here before. But she had heard that here laid the legendary sake of illusion, Kasumi Sen'nin. Personally she loved sake. Being habituated with human food in Naraku's castle, she had often tasted it.
She had had to bear constant battles for days now, and emotional distress was virtually eating her up. So she flew to this mountain hoping she could have just one night's peace. She sensed seven low class youkai in the vicinity and flew to them, thus dispersing the fog around them in the process. They were cowering behind a rock, so Kagura found the threatening line she was about to deliver... completely useless. "Oi where's the sake?" she asked
Immediately the youkais' scurried to bring her jars upon jars of sake. Kagura smirked...looking at the empty area and thinking how anyone could ever resist coming here for a drink.
Intoxication worked its way into Kagura, and before long a murmur escaped her lips. Close enough one could have identified it as a song; a song so soft and melodious that the imp like little figures, resident to the mountain, scampered forward daring to peek at her from behind their rocky homes. Mournful notes spread themselves over the indistinct rockface creeping in like the nights mist into every crevices of the listeners' minds bringing forth such emotions that it was all they could do to keep themselves from screaming in sorrow.
Night wore on and the woman kept emptying bowl after bowl of that blessed liquid that perpetually appeared before her. No commands were needed anymore, her continued presence simply demanded as much. Before long the soothing hands of slumber gently stole away Kagura from the wakeful world of worries while the wind spread her mournful message for any willing ear.
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"Kagura... what are you doing?" asked a very familiar voice. Unable to clear the haze that had settled on her mind Kagura simply walked over to the shape in front of her.
"Why have you come?" she wondered aloud while a slight puzzlement touched her as she registered the moon in the same position as it had been when she had lost consciousness. She was so sure she had fallen asleep!. Her preoccupation did not last long as once again she focused on the outline she thought she knew so well. She blinked trying to discern the owner's features but the thickening mist only served to worsen her vision. Although she fumbled Kagura knew this man should have been getting closer to her. "Hey!" she demanded in confusion "What the hell are you doing? Stand still you bastard!"
"Mind your language child" was all that came in response, but the voice that spoke was no man that she could imagine; or rather it was not a man at all.
Curiosity held Kagura's tongue. Determination took hold. She had to see. She had to understand. Frantic with some unknown worry she ushered the mist away and clarity returned. But, at that instant, she beheld a face, distinct in the nothingness that greeted her, smiling serenely, a smile which – barely inches from her face, capturing all her thoughts – accompanied the ruthless blade that seared her heart.
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Sorry I had been gone for so very long. But summer's coming again and i will try to update new chapters soon.
I have edited the end of this chapter vastly as I believed that I left it in a rather silly way. Anyone who had read this chapter before please reread. Since it is relevant for future chapters.
