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The Mother Goose Escapades
No. 31
Three blind mice,
see how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a sight in your life,
as three blind mice?
Naraku closed his blood-eyes. He was not tired, nor needing sleep. But he closed his eyes nonetheless, taking something akin to happiness out of the darkness he now swam in. He chuckled as he thought of three particular beings under his reign.
Kanna, his oldest. The one who knew him the best. The white void who was the yin to his yang, in a sense. She understood him, knew him, and expected nothing from him. Besides betrayal. Ironically, he gave her not even that. He smirked. She was the most intelligent, but limitations were there. No one ever, fully, understood him.
Kagura, the second. Full of hate and rage. Funny how they seemed to carry just a sense of him. While Kanna was his analytical, practical being, Kagura was his bloodlust, anger, and desire to be free. Certainly he longed to be free of his hanyou nature, while she longed for her freedom in general. Same thing, he decided. The problem was, it was getting to be bothersome. She was getting to big for her lowly status. A bit of trouble, if he ever saw it.
Kohaku, the adopted. A mere puppet who returned to his strings. Not that Naraku was really complaining. The boy did his work, unless it was against those foolish humans. Situation easily resolved by not allowing his to go after them. Plus he made a good toy for messing with that demon slayer's mind. Naraku knew exactly how it must be affecting her, and he liked that. He was that sort of person.
Demon.
He opened his eyes, noting the pitch blackness he sat in. Nothing had changed around him. They were all here, these three who were so much a part of him. Two emotionless, one a hateful creature. Three of them, blind to who he was, what he was capable of doing. They all ran after him, by his bidding, and any one of them who didn't accomplish a given task, or plotted against him got a little bit of punishment. Worse than any physical sort of pain, though that was usually included.
He wondered what sort of a sight they looked. Could they strike fear into the hearts of those they met? He knew, without a doubt that he would. If not right away, this mistake by the other would be rectified, quite possibly with their death. But not many people saw them together. Or during the light of day. He much, much preferred the darkness, when it was silent and invisibility was readily available. That was always better.
It was almost time. He shifted, then stood. His three blind followers watched him, two emotionlessly, one warily. He stretched a little bit, unnecessarily, and rose to his full height.
"It's time," he snarled. "Let the play begin." He turned and strode off, and the three rose and followed him. Blindly, chasing after him for fear of getting a punishment. Such a sight was a strange and frightening thing, and to those he was after, a fair warning was being sent ahead. Through the body of a dead man. It was only proper. Afer all, Naraku was that sort of person.
Demon.
Author's Notes: Short, I know, I'm sorry. I wanted to get another Naraku-based one out, but suddenly he's hard to write. So, I hope this was alright. Enjoy, and stay tuned for the next installment!