Author's Notes: Thanks to skiff of haven for this rhyme suggestion!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any nursery rhymes.
The Mother Goose Escapades
No. 32
Ring around the rosie,
a pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes
we all fall down!
He stares blankly at the wall in front of him. Small puddles of blood form around him, little rings shining on the floor. He pays no mind to the dead demon, and sits down. His instructions were clear – kill the demon and then wait for Master.
No question.
He fingers the small white flower he's holding. The blood on his hand smears across, creating a gruesome images of a bleeding flower. He looks down at it, then holds it up for closer inspection. Interest flares briefly in his eyes, before he tosses the flower down. It falls on the corpse, a final goodbye.
Blessedly so.
That face flits through his mind, like it always does when he is alone. Which is most of the time, so it happens quite a lot. A little tug on his heart tries to remind him, but his mind remains carefully blank. There is a reason he doesn't want to remember her; though he can't remember it, he is certain it is a good one. Naraku arrives, calls him out. Dumbly, he stands, walks out, watches as the building burns to ash with evil laughter in the air.
Brief emotion.
A fierce turn, blood red eyes in his face, a question of allegiance on those cold lips. A quiet denial but then a tug on the veil in his mind and a shriek of inhuman nature cuts the air. Death, him the cause, his father, his friends, his sister, oh her face in his mind, she survived, how had she survived?, but the guilt, the pain! Had he made that cry? Clutching his head, he tumbles to the ground, begging for mercy, for forgiveness, but more so, forgetfulness. A promise of loyalty flies out, meant as much as ever, and the veil closes. Those memories are hidden.
Her face remains.
Author's Notes: The shortest, by far, but (at least in my mind) the creepiest. Poor Kohaku.