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The Mother Goose Escapades

No. 28

There was a little girl

Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead.

And when she was good,

She was very very good

But when she was bad

She was horrid!

Kagura jutted her lower lip out and blew a bit up air, making her bangs rise with the bit of wind. Her hair had been difficult today, the humidity in the air making it curl. A particularly annoying curl had been right in the middle of her forehead, but a dip in the river seemed to have flattened it all down for the time being.

Kagura was practicing being good, because she hadn't liked the last lesson Naraku had deemed appropriate to teach her. She was sitting in the room Naraku had deemed hers, on the bed Naraku had deemed hers, comtemplating the life Naraku had deemed hers. It wasn't really hers, not as long as he held her heart.

Being good would be a lot easier if she didn't hate him so much. It wasn't so much that she couldn't be good. She really could. Any task he asked she would do, and well. Kagura hated a job that was not done well. She wasn't certain though if this was herself, or some residual peeve of Naraku's that had been born into her.

She hated that she was attached to him. She hated that he wanted her to be good when he had created her to be bad. Or at least carry out his bad deeds. She wanted to say that, if he gave her heart back she would follow him, be as bad or good as he wanted, but it wasn't true. Every fiber of her being hated him, which meant in an odd sort of way that she hated herself.

After all, hadn't she been made from him? Kagura flopped back onto the bed Naraku had deemed hers, looking up at the ceiling of the room Naraku had deemed hers. He was watching her, making certain she was good, there was no question. And Kagura did want to be good, she didn't exactly enjoy being punished. But, when it involved Naraku, it seemed so much more appropriate to be bad. After all, with what he put her through, he deserved to die!

It took all of Kagura's self control to stop the cunning smile trying to break free on her lips. Cunning smiles meant being bad, and Naraku would punish her again. Now was the time to be good. Kagura rolled her eyes up, trying to look at her bangs. They had started to curl again. The wind mistress frowned.

Being good would never get her out of this situation. Being good would only prolong the pressure of playing along with Naraku and his evil schemes. Only by being bad could she manage to escape this mess she had been brought into. It was being bad that would save her. Certainly, being bad had brought punishments, but it had, on occasion, brought her closer to freedom. Being good never had. Being good meant sitting in the room Naraku deemed hers, only dreaming about freedom.

Glaring at the curl on her foreheard, Kagura managed to hide her cunning smile. She was through with being good, for the time being. Instead, it was time to be horrid!

Author's Notes: I think this is probably the conversating Kagura has in her head a lot, right? Good after a punishment, but the wind wants to fly free...hmmm. Anyway, enjoy!