It's just like the original!…only dumber.

Parody

Naraku rolled over on his sleeping mat, grumbled, and rolled again. He wasn't sleepy at all, but Kanna had made him go to bed. She was watching him now, to make sure he slept. It wasn't fair! All his detachments got to stay up later than he did. A quiet shuffle sounded out in the corridor, and Naraku lifted one eyelid. It was just Kagura, skulking again. Hoping she could kill him, as usual.

"Go to sleep, you need rest," Kanna said in her hushed voice. Naraku made a discontented noise, but shut his eyes again. He tried counting demon incarnations, but it didn't work. His eyes snapped open. Sighing, his gaze traced around his room and fell on the open window. The Moon drifted in and out of wispy clouds.

Goodnight, Moon.

Naraku wondered where that thought had come from. He shrugged mentally and kept looking out the window.

Goodnight, Moon. Goodnight, world I'll conquer soon.

Naraku smiled. This was fun. He wondered what else he could say goodnight to. Wriggling around under his blanket, Naraku took stock of nearby things. Trees, Kanna and the chair she was sitting in, the stars. His small collection of toy animals, including his raccoon-dog, Pooky(whom NOBODY was to know about but himself and Kanna!)and his Inuyasha voodoo doll. The leftovers of his before-bed snack, a comb with broken teeth, pictures of his various incarnations and possessed servants. He sniffed in displeasure when his eyes fell on a pair of socks that hadn't been washed for a few weeks.

Goodnight, stars. Goodnight, snack bars.

Goodnight grass, Goodnight feudal nation. Goodnight, plans for world domination.

I'm pretty good at this, Naraku thought smugly.

Goodnight, Pooky. Goodnight, Kanna. Goodnight, Inuyasha lanced through with katanas.

Goodnight, Kohaku, Goodnight, Goshinki. Goodnight socks that are really stinky.

Naraku's eyelids were starting to grow heavy…he blinked and yawned widely.

Goodnight, comb. Goodnight, chair. Goodnight, stringy, greasy hair.

Out in the hall, Kagura whispered something that sounded like 'Die, Naraku!' but Naraku himself just sniggered.

Goodnight, wind. Goodnight, sky. And goodnight to the grump lady whispering, 'Die!'

Naraku rolled over and, as his pet cockroach scuttled across the floor, whispered aloud,

"Goodnigh, cockroach. Goodnight, air. Goodnight, evil everywhere."

And with that, Evil Incarnate nestled down in his blankie and fell into a peaceful slumber.

N/A: For those of you who were deprived as children, this is a play on Goodnight Moon. This is the shortest of my stories, and was tons of fun to write because I got to make Naraku as babyish and goofy as I liked. Then, with the throwback to his true role in the series at the very end, I suppose one realizes how truly ridiculous this parody is and trails off to another webpage in search of something intelligent to read.