Niroku's Story
Chapter 4: Realization and Retribution
Angel: YES! My first review! If you review, I'll respond, OK? Oh, and my friend, who I shall not name in case she wants to make her own, has reminded me that she was a big part of the inspiration behind this story because she used to mix the names of Miroku and Naraku, and so I had to make this story to make sure it would never happen again. Arigato!
Tsunami- Thanks for reviewing! Finally! Anywho, I wasn't able to update so often before because we were doing extra Yearbook meetings, but I'll probably be able to turn out chapters faster now, after Spring Break (beginning 3/28, ending 4/2). I can only type at school, remember.
Why didn't he tell me? Niroku fumed. All those times I asked him who my mother was, he didn't have the guts to tell me the truth! That bastard!
"You're mad at our father, aren't you," the girl called over her shoulder.
"Yeah. I can't believe he never told me about my parents!" the boy replied angrily. A vine caught his ankle, and he nearly tripped. "Ouch! This isn't the way back to the castle. Where are we going?"
"To see someone who can help you," was the girl's absentminded reply, most of her attention on picking her way through the dense growth on the forgotten path.
Finally, they came to a house in the middle of the forest.
"Sister, we're here," she called once they were inside.
"Did you bring him?" a familiar voice responded.
"Kagura! But you died months ago!" Niroku proclaimed.
"No, Maraku—" Kagura indicated the girl, who was staring solemnly at Niroku with those unnerving eyes that seemed to look right through him—"stole back my heart, and when it disappeared, he assumed I had died," she explained. "So, you finally know the truth."
"Yeah," he grimanced, rage twisting his stomach. "I hate all these secrets! I hate him!"
"You have every right to. He deceived you, used you. I bet he didn't even tell you about your sister," Kagura soothed.
"Sister?"
"Yes, Maraku is your twin. You mean he really didn't tell you? That's low." Her sympathy was as false as Myoga's loyalty.
"I COULD KILL HIM!" One with a sharp nose could smell the wrath rolling off the boy in clouds.
"Then why don't you?" Kagura counseled. "Kill him before he kills you. And he will when your usefulness is gone. I've seen it."
The boy slowly nodded, his hot anger cooling to death-cold hatred. "I will."
It was sundown when Niroku returned to the castle.
"Ah, Niroku. Were you successful?" Naraku greeted him when he heard his son approach.
"Yes, I was," the boy lied. "And I found out many interesting things in the process. For example, who my other parent is." The setting sun bathed his face in blood-red light.
The hanyou sighed regretfully. "I never meant for you to find out," he began.
"But I had the right to know!" Niroku's voice was dark with hate. "And I had the right to know about my sister!" He pulled out his sword.
From her hiding place in the shadows of the forest, Maraku winced. "Brother," she whispered, "don't die."
Sister? Naraku wondered, but he had no time to puzzle it out. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this," he commented mournfully. "I had grown fond of you, son."
So saying, he morphed his arm into a tentacle and stabbed it through Niroku's heart. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Turning his arm normal, Naraku turned and, without a second look, walked back inside.
Angel:sighs: It had to be done. I'm sorry, everyone. I may yet resurrect him, though. Is that what you want? Review!