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The Mother Goose Escapades
No. 33
Birds of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
Kikyou, hidden, watched the scene unfold before her. The group with her beloved were flocked around him, ready for battle. The reincarnation, the demon slayer, the monk, the kit, and the firecat. Names didn't interest her, except one. Generalizations kept things away. But Inuyasha was too closely entangled with her to be generalized, and so the head of the little group remained etched within her sights.
Boldly coming down upon them were those whom she hated. Disgusting, awful creatures that she couldn't dispose of, evil in every sense of the word. Naraku...a name that was meant to be spoken with a hiss, and those he surrounded himself with. Not as comrades, but merely cover. Each time she saw him, she didn't believe she could hate him more. Then she saw him again, and the hatred was opened anew. His blood red eyes saw her, she was certain of that.
The wolf was coming, a folly on his part. Kikyou knew he was no match, never was, against Naraku and his cronies on his own. He'd have to pick a side to work with, and actually work with them in order to avenge...what was he doing here anyway? Kikyou cocked her head to the side, thinking. Ah yes, his pack was killed, it was something like that. It seemed to her that Naraku killed a lot of families, in one way or another.
This was not the final battle, Kikyou knew that. It was merely one more little clash in the endless war that loomed over them all. Each and every time, things seemed more and more pointless, ridiculous, and completely out of hand. Kikyou felt her eyes narrow. This had once seemed like a private thing, a betrayal caused by Naraku. But now...it appeared he did damage far worse than any of them could have imagined.
When the final battle came, Kikyou knew she would have to take a stance of her own. She couldn't sit back and watch, like now. She felt a bit like a secret weapon, convinced that each side needed her in order to win. Perhaps she was a bit more egotistical than she liked to think, but she felt it was true. And so the only question was, she mused silently to herself, was which side would gain her final support.
Below her, the battle raged on, neither side making remarkable strides in defeating the other.
Author's Notes: Sometimes it all seems like one big battle, hm? I apologize for the shortness, once again. I suspect I shall make that up to all you fantastic people next week!