Mosi walks through the forest as quickly as she can without falling on her face. She seems unbalanced, as if she's not used to her own feet. Her eyes, normally blue, have turned fiery red. Her front paws, hands, show her claws.. A heavy red demonic aura surrounds her body. Every few seconds a small red dart shoots from the aura. If they hit anything before disappearing, the object catches fire immediately.

"Damn you, Naraku!" Up ahead a barrier comes into view. An evil smile spreads across Mosi's face. "That's it. I can get him, now." Her body suddenly begins to change shape. Mosi disappears and in her place a small black cat stands. The cat runs, full out, towards the barrier. When she reaches it, she rams herself into it over and over again.

Hours pass and over time blood begins to drip down the cat's head, yet she still continues. Finally, the barrier opens slightly, just enough for the cat to go through. She does, of coarse, then wonders into Naraku's castle. She starts off simply trotting through, but soon begins to run, all the while ignoring the blood trickling into her eyes.

"So, Kitten, you've come out to play." Naraku comes up behind the cat. "I was wondering if it would be this month."

The cat turns to Naraku and hisses, the fur on her back standing straight up. "I'm not one of your puppets, ass hole." Her voice doesn't show it, but she can hardly breath.

"Such a polite little kitty you are." Naraku laughs. "I'm the one who helped you to escape the cage of Mosi's weak mind."

"You hurt her! You were supposed to treat her well!" She spits the blood out of her mouth. "She could've been killed! What were you thinking, leaving the weakling with that idiot monk? Then you let her run off!"

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were feeling sorry for little Mosi."

"You know damn well I don't give a flying fuck over that weakling! I can't survive without her!"

"I have a job for you."

The cat lets out a yell and jumps at Naraku's face, a red liquid flows from her claws. Those claws reach their destination, sinking deep into Naraku's flesh. The poison sinks in deeper than the claws. Naraku throws the kitten off, down the dark hall. "Get off me!"

He walks down towards her, but instead of finding the cat, a panting, bleeding, nearly unconscious Mosi lies on the floor.

"So, the weakness has overcome you."

Tears, mixed in with blood, flow down Mosi's face. "It's only a nightmare, oh, please, let it be a nightmare."

Naraku sighs. "Katashi!"

"Yes, master?" He comes behind Mosi, bowing. "What may I do for you?"

"Get her out of here."

Katashi bows as Naraku leaves.

Katashi bends over Mosi. She hisses. "Don't touch me, puppet. I can get myself out."

He stands up straight. "Then do it." He crosses his arms and watches her.

Mosi pulls herself to her feet, leaning against the wall for support. She starts to fall and Katashi moves to pick her up, but she catches herself. "Touch me and I'll rip out your throat." Katashi raises an eyebrow at her, but backs off. It takes her nearly thirty minutes to get out of the castle, then she drags herself away into the dark of night.