It was time, he decided as he rose from the cave in the hillside
and made his way towards the village. Time to make a name for
ourselves
All in all it was a rather nice day. The perfect summer day
where it wasn't too hot or too windy, but the sun was shining
brightly. Little children were running around the huts in an attempt
to get away from chores on such a nice day. Games of tag would be the
event chosen this afternoon, but undoubtedly they would stay away from
the fields.
Enjoying the feeling of being able to move again, he jogged to
the edge of the field that he knew Kikyo would be waiting at. Once
there, he jumped lightly into the trees and waited for her arrival.
Minutes later, she came walking out from his right side out of
the trees. Her hands cupped around an object, the necklace attached
hung loosely around her wrist. She slowly but confidently made her way
to the center of the field. Naraku continued to lounge, watching her
progress. Inuyasha would come soon.
'Is this really the woman Onigumo has a fascination with?' he
thought. Sure she was okay but she was a priestess. Surely he knew it
was dangerous...but then again, maybe that's why he was fixed on her.
Standing upon the tree branch, he readied his 'Inuyasha Act'. Jumping
from the tree to a quiet stand about ten feet from her, he moved to
strike. Some part of him resisted, Onigumo no doubt, but it wasn't
strong enough and he cut clean through her. Because of the resistance,
he only cut through her shoulder, giving her a few more moments of
life then expected, but still fatally injuring her.
With his back facing her, he started to laugh. He heard her breathing
hard, and her little gasp when she saw 'Inuyasha' attacking her. She
had no clue. He could hear her attempts at calling her love's name and
grinned sadistically. Wasn't life ironic?
When he turned around he saw her reaching for the jewel that had
dropped onto the ground with his attack. Quickly stepping on her hand
he bent down and scoped it up taking extra precautions to keep his
face out of view. She kept asking her foolish questions, kept calling
her by her lover's name, and each time he felt like answering her,
letting her know what her existence was for. But he held back the urge
and started running off, her calls following, promising revenge.
That's when he made his mistake, though, not as crucial as Kikyo's it
still affected his plan's outcome. He turned, glancing towards her
struggling body that lay half on half off of the bloody ground and
looked into her eyes. He watched as they widened in what Onigumo swore
was recognization.
Oh shit Onigumo's whisper matching his own thoughts.
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Review Responses:
Pointy-Eared Archer: Well, I'll keep in mind that. lol, thanks for warning me. I probably would have been shouting in joy that someone was acting normal but, I don't know what's wrong with me...or anyone else for that matter. ...I have no clue what I am talking about so just ignore my ramblings. Thanks for the review. Here's your inspiration.
Ingra-of-Mordor: I like looking from Naraku's point of view, too. Something about him being so twisted makes it fun and exciting. lol.