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"I think we should find shelter for the night," Koimizu commented.

Naraku raised one delicate eyebrow. "You forgive them?" he asked curiously. "Even though you saved their lives they chased you out of your own village."

Koimizu shrugged. "I guess it cannot be helped. The way I ruthlessly murdered those bandits must have shocked them." He slowly let out a sad sigh.

Naraku eyed the boy with a distasteful look. "So you really forgive them…" He crossed his arms before his chest and averted his eyes feigning disinterest. "Not that it matters, but there was something eerie about those bandits you killed. Almost as if they were possessed…"

"… Possessed?" That caught the boy's attention. Immidiately Koimizu whipped his head to the man and he stared at the half-demon intently. "Are you sure?" he demanded.

Naraku nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm positive," he answered. "They had a queer look in their eye, looking almost like they were soulless."

Koimizu froze. "It couldn't be…" he whispered.

"Is there something you know?" Naraku peered at the boy-miko intently, while at the same time doing his utmost to conceal his interest.

"The dark miko who killed my mother…"

Naraku widened his eyes in surprise. 'Kikyou was cursed by the evil miko Tsubaki. A curse that became her death…' The moment that thought crossed his mind, he abandoned his act of disinterest and grabbed Koimizu by his shoulders, pinning the boy with his ruby gaze. "What did that dark miko look like?"

The sudden change in his attitude startled Koimizu greatly. "S-she had white hair," he managed to stutter.

"White hair…" Naraku's heart started to pound faster and faster. 'So then his mother is…?'

"She looked like a small child."

The pounding stopped abruptly.

'A child?' thought Naraku. 'Tsubaki was not a child…' He took a deep breath to calm himself as he let his grip on Koimizu's shoulders loosen. "And…" He forced his voice to sound calm and normal again. "What does this child look like?"

Koimizu thought for a moment. "Very… white. Unlike her heart she looked pure like snow. But her eyes were dark and lifeless." He nodded as the memories came back to him. "Yes, that's what she looked like. And she sucked out my mother's soul with that mirror in her hands."

Naraku froze. 'A pure white child and a mirror… that could only be…'

As his keen senses picked her up Naraku whipped his head around. "Kanna!" he yelled out.

A small angelic girl clad in pure white emerged from the threatening shadows.

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