Title: Nobody's Minion
Rating: PG
Word Count: 221
Naraku was nobody's minion. Except he was. He was a slave to Onigumo: no more than a helpless follower to the emotions of a human: a human who was his God and creator: A corrupt God, that made bargains with the devil. Naraku was supposed to be the more powerful of the two, but he was still powerless to the every whim of Onigumo's beating heart, and somehow he could not sever it from himself.
All those years ago in that cave, Naraku was born from those desires, and they were all he was: the high regard of a man dead, whose living wants never mattered much anyway. Forced into existence, as a tattered shapeless thing, Naraku was Onigumo's Idol: his idealic self, a cruel twist of Frankenstein's monster and Mr. Hyde, with no purpose other than the same said one's imbued by his creator.
Naraku was nobody's minion, except he was Onigumo's idol, as in a God created by a man, meaning a fallacy, as in a trickery, meaning the deliberate underhandedness that was his very nature. Naraku was Onigumo is Naraku is changing shapes and fallacy all wrapped in a Baboon pelt to further hide the lie.
Power that corrupts leaves the powerful powerless to his own desires, except Naraku's desires were not his own: Naraku had a master.