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A loud scream.

"No!"

The boy-miko didn't think about it any longer and he began to race towards the village in an attempt to save its inhabitants. Naraku shook his head at the boy's stupidity and made a jump. He gracefully landed before Koimizu, stopping the boy in his tracks.

"You do not expect me to let you rush into this chaos, do you?" Naraku asked.

Koimizu protested. "But my people-"

A slap across his face made the boy shut up. "Fool," sneered Naraku. "Do you honestly think you can save your village like this?" He gave Koimizu a distasteful look.

Koimizu dropped his head and observed himself intently. His kimono was covered under stains and adorned with several gashes and a missing sleeve.

He looked past his appearance. His powers were underdeveloped and he carried no weapons to protect himself with. Pathetic. Weak. Naraku was right. He had no right to carry the title of Shrine Maiden in his state. What a fool he was to think he could save his village.

"Have you forgotten my words already?" asked Naraku.

Koimizu looked up to stare at the man before him. Naraku, the demon he had deemed wise from the moment he saw him. But this was also the Naraku who was sought after by many people. Naraku, the villain, the monster who could kill thousands without so much as a blink of the eye.

And yet…

'You could not taste lies behind my lips,' thought Koimizu. 'I could not sense cruelties in your words. Even when you spoke of killing people, I do not believe your intention was to harm me.'

Koimizu reached for his flute. "The offer of help was very kind of you, Naraku. But this is something I need to do alone. I cannot ask of you to kill for me. Thank you for your advice." He lifted the flute to his lips and closed his eyes.

The tunes of an eerie song awoke the creatures of the ancient forest, its ghostly sound blending with the air. High and low tones danced with each other. The melody painted the colours of the wind that swept up the falling leaves.

Naraku stared intently at the boy-miko who played the flute with the grace of an angel.

A loud roar.

High screeches.

'Come…' The flute called for the demons. 'Come to me…'

Sounds that did not belong to mortals filled the sky.

'Come to me and avenge my people!'

Hundreds if not thousands of demons stormed towards the village; running, crawling, flying. They stormed towards the bandits and ripped out their hearts. Killing. Slaughtering. Murdering. Not one would be spared.

And the animals watched in horror; the children cried in fear; and the women screamed in terror.

And they retreated. Just as quick as they came the demons disappeared again, sparing the villagers. The sounds of the flute came to a stop. The screams died down. Fear made place for pain. And the villagers cried in pain.

As Koimizu watched over his village, he too cried in pain.

But Naraku watched over his companion and he remained silent.

'A demon does not cry.'

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