Disclaimer: I don't own Naraku or anyone else… hehe. I DO own this, ermm. . . Thing though. So if you want t use it, ASK me, if I say no. Then DON'T use it! If I say yes, then go ahead. Just give me the credit for it.

Lying on the sterile, white table screamed Naraku in agony as the scalpel ran down his torso, leaving a dripping red line in its wake. Pulling on the two flaps of skin, they were forcibly nailed open, as Naraku, almost unconscious on the white, sterile table, shouted out in pain. A gloved hand reached inside and felt the smooth beating surface of the pumping organ that was slowing with each beat. Not wanting to lose such a precious thing, did the hand carefully take the organ out and place it into a round glass jar, that showed visible signs of years of use, along with others just like it, would continue their thumping song. Back to the crying, whimpering, painfully, slow-dying man, the hand dived in, grasping more smooth, pumping organs, and out they went as well, like the first one. Soon, there was nothing left but the rotting caress of a dead man, and the sterile table that wasn't so white anymore.

KL-IG: Well, I made this. . . . thing a long time ago, it got deleted, so I remade it a while later. I wanted everyone to hear this, so I just changed "Man" into "Naraku." Befitting of him isn't it? (Smirks)