Title: Missing the light
Rating: R/ M
Genre: Romance-ish/Angst
!WARNING: Incesty and other kind of wrong stuff.
Pairings: Kohaku/Sango, Kikyo/Kohaku
Word Count: 545
Summary: He misses her.
Author Notes: Yeah, well…hmm, my first every incest. How exciting. I'm not sure if the characterization is on in this so any tips would be useful. I'm sure many will probably not even read this, but hey, anyone who does – constructive gentle feedback rocks, actually any feedback rocks so go crazy.
He's only a little boy. A boy lost to the world and to love, born instead in darkness and struggling to find the light.
The light happens to be in the form of a dark-haired girl who he used to remember and start to miss.
He misses her soft touch, the feather light caresses across his stomach and the kisses to cheeksforeheadlips. He begins to wonder what she really was to him.
"Kohaku?"
He turns towards her, and the priestess notes that the dishevelled mass of black hair is beginning to grow past his eyes.
"Kikyou?"
It seems that every time they meet it is always the same. It's like a practiced dance. Though this time someone stumbles.
"I miss her."
Kikyou stops moving towards him and watches the wind playing round his body as he stands silent, strong and still. He watches her to see if she'll give something away, but she's too good at this game and her expression remains blank. Eyes partially closed she has perfected a look of disinterest.
They stay like this; with only the soft rustle of the long grass around them to remind them that time is still moving.
"Do you remember her?" she asks finally, because she finds herself, surprisingly, wanting to know.
Kohaku turns his gaze to the ground, trying to hide the hurt and confusion and his uncertainty.
"I think I do, but it's…" he trails off, apparently lost in thought and Kikyou understands this, so she will not interfere. Except – she knows he's hurting and something inside of her is screaming to heal the pain. Something coiled deep within her is starting to sprout and tries to spread itself.
She attempts to fight it, and thinks that maybe it was one of those newly acquired souls that was playing pesky tricks.
Kohaku looks at his hands and for an instant he can almost smell blood and wonders how he can live with himself, how could he ever touch her beautiful body again without shame.
Kikyou sees the pain and the defeat in his heart as his shoulders slump. She can guess what he's thinking because she remembers having felt what it was like to have a lover die by your own hands.
She lets down her hair and Kohaku watches her.
"I could help you."
Her long black hair is so familiar as Kohaku drops into her embrace, knees giving way as everything he missed comes back to him. Everything is the same but different, the milk white skin, the black hair, the enticing promise of fulfilment…but there is no love in the crush of lips and she barely makes a sound as he follows instincts.
Kikyou knows she's not what he's looking for - what he craves for - as he pulls out and slumps back exhausted. There is no pleasure in his eyes, only longing.
"Thank-you," he murmurs, always polite and still managing to look innocent behind the addiction he wishes to feed.
She knows she can't heal his scars, so she bows her head and ties up her hair.
The thing insides her starts to die as she walks away, but it waits for a time when things will be different, when memories will fade and he might begin to forget.