The Warm Wind
Theme: Unrequited Love
They were both birds in tow, flying freely but always aware of the shackles against their paper-thin ankles. The evil "he" dangled them as marionettes.
But they were always dancing the thin line of betrayal...together.
'Be careful, Kohaku. If you betray Naraku, it's all over.'
Her attentions to him always warmed him. He knew that she was bred a calm unfeeling monster, but when she lifted him up onto her feather he felt heat coming from her hands.
Kohaku ... Her raspy voice was tender for him, protective.
They both desired identical revenge and freedom. And sometimes he knew, that she watched over him, fighting for him to have that freedom also.
He watched her from her back, the wind swimming softly around the tendrils of her brown hair.
'Ane-ue has brown hair too.'
Sometimes, Kagura would look back at him with burning red eyes. Beyond all the fury, he would see her deep concern for him. He inwardly melted, feeling an alleviation of loneliness.
She was here... with him.
Just once, he wanted to rest his head on her back and feel her regard for him. Would she turn to him and embrace him? Could they share a moment where they could link their mutual forlorn existence and become as one?
But he never had the spirit to do so. He could only suck in the secondary wind that passed her in front and flowed over him.
He was only a mere boy, after all.
FIN