Wishing on the Wind
Daylight faded to darkness as purple and blue clouds collected overhead against an ever changing sky. Everything glowed with a green haze as the wind began to howl and flickering lights touched ground in the far off distance. Occasionally the quiet rumble of thunder reached two slightly pointed ears of a solitary woman standing defiantly on a mountain ledge watching the storm roll in.
She was not jealous.
She refused to be. Her life had meaning after a fashion. She was created on the whim of her master and by that whim she followed his every command. It mattered not if was to maim or kill; she did it and with relish. If she was sent to spy, she did it quietly. If she was asked to shuffle his minions from one place to another, she did it gladly. She had to or else experience the pain of a bursting heart. So she plastered on a smile and repented her past mistakes.
Her life was a lie.
Lifting her chiseled face to the tender caress of air as it brushed past her, she felt the first drops of rain fall onto her emotionless face. It wasn't a perfect mask, true, but it served its purpose. Derision graced her brow while sarcastic pleasure dripped from her lips. Disdain gleamed from her red tinted eyes, and pride shown in the angle of her delicate cheekbones. She was the epitome of stubborn pride.
How she hated it.
A stubborn will was all that kept her going day in and day out. It granted her strength to fight back whenever a moment presented itself. Sometimes she thwarted his plans while others were lead astray with the tiniest flick of her fan. Whenever possible, she aided and abetted the enemy while following her master's orders to the letter or so it seemed. She could ill afford to drop her illusion of steadfast loyalty.
Fear kept her bound to the living.
No matter how much the wind begged and tugged at her soul to join in its frolicsome play, it would not let her go. Lightening crashed down yards from her firmly planted feet as thunder echoed instantaneously in her ears, deafening already deaf ears. There was power in this storm; power that should have been hers once upon a time, but Naraku would not let her go.
He held her heart, and no matter how much she fought and struggled against him, she knew he would not idly discard it. It was forever trapped in an iron fist much as she was trapped by the laws of youkai and men.
How her soul yearned to let the rain wash away the scars of her body and her mind. How her heart yearned for the lightening to strike her down and allow the chains of mortal life to break. How she yearned to dissolve and drift across the lands as she pleased without goals, without purpose, and without pain.
It was a hopeless dream. A wish her heart echoed madly in the hands of her father. Kagura watched as the clouds began to break up, the lightening cease, and the rain soften to a mere sprinkle. Light from the full moon pierced the gloom and silence of the raging aftermath illuminating a sparkling vista she was denied the joy of exploring.
Perhaps one day, she would see the light pierce the darkness of her hatred. One day, she would be the wind to laugh and play and howl and ache. One day, she would find her freedom.
AN:
So...Tell me what you think! This was my first time actually writing Kagura so I hope it turned out alright.
Parsnip