-1During the five years that I lived with Naraku, I never left the house. But
Kanna did live with me, and so did Kagura. Now most of you are probably
surprised to hear this, since she died many years before my birth. I can only
imagine that naraku brought her back to life somehow. Well for all those
years she was like a mother to me, always looking out for me. Now I
realize she was the only one I missed from that horrible place. Anyway, I
don't know how my loyalty to Naraku grew so strong, I cant even imagine.
Whenever I looked at him the way I did the first time I met him, he would
hit me, harder and harder each time, until I didn't look at him that way
anymore. And whenever I asked about my parents, he said I had none.
Whenever I asked about my home, he said I had always been here. And
whenever he talked to me, he called me Sayuri, not Miko. Over time, I
started to believe him. I was smart enough to know that I didn't come from
under a rock, but oddly enough I never wondered about who my parents
were. I forgot all about my home, and my family. And my name was Sayuri,
not Miko. When we moved back to the world of the living, it was a
pleasant shock to be able to walk where there were no walls, to sit in the
sun sometimes, and to go to places far from my home. Of course, naraku
didn't actually let me leave, I just went to a nearby village to get food
sometimes. But for a girl who has lived inside a house for five years, it was
a long way. It is on one such trip that my tragedy starts.
hi there this is kirarafan. sorry this chapter is so short, but it is 1:14 in the morning. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!anyway, please dont ignore my request to review. i lovegetting them, they turn sunny days into rainy days...? anyways review please.
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