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"Nekro…phirr…ya"
Rin had long since fallen asleep near the campfire curled into a lax ball. Her eyes were shuttering under her lids as she drifted off into REM sleep. His one visible eye drifted the monk who was still looking at him imploringly; the slayer was still silently fuming.
"You don't seem like the type to use words that you have no knowledge of the meaning." The monk looked at him inquisitively. "Tell me, what does the word mean? When your sister," he his jaw clenched when the monk said this," used the word. I understand she used it a in a different context rather than how you used."
He hated, he always did when they tried to directly relate him to his sister—the girl who killed off his whole family. He also hated these people who thought they knew so much more about his sister then he did. How would they know? They didn't live with her; they didn't see the pain she caused for his mother. They didn't see the love-hate relationship going on between her and himself—it was more hate in her part.
Without thinking he pulled the dark leather bound book that was within his duffle bag, Kagome's diary. His face tightened, the hand holding the book clenched. Kagome…you are such a lying deceiving manipulative bitch. Why? Were you more insane then I thought you were? You leave me in riddles even I cannot decipher. This was your will…I follow it like the Bible at times because you want me to. Am I only your puppet, even in death?
Ghostly blue eyes laughed at his expense.
"Don't relate that psychotic whore to me!" he snapped before he could reign control of his inner turmoil.
"Don't call Ka—"
"I'll call her whatever the damn hell I please," his cobalt blue eye tightened further as he stood and glared the aggressive woman. He didn't want to here that name anymore. It's enough that she haunts him day and night with the constant reminders of that fucking woman-child Rin!
"Sango-sama, calm yourself," Miroku tugged on the arm of the slayer that stood in an offensive stance.
"Shut up monk! I have heard enough with his insults toward Kagome's name. I don't care anymore if he supposedly shares her blood; I'm going to kill him!"
"Silence!"
Both Miroku and Sango turned to the normally neutral (for the time being) and quiet TaiYoukai. The Lord of the Western Lands looked irritate.
"You will awake those who ought not to hear your pitiful ningen discrepancies."
No one said anything for awhile until they heard a soft shuffle of a body and a yawn.
Rin stretched almost cat-like if her intentions were so.
"Insults," Kai echoed.
Rin looked at the angry Sango to the perverted Miroku and finally landed at the now calming Kai. She could practically feel the hostility in the air and it was still night time.
"I do believe this the first time in my time being here I have insulted her directly and to warn you ahead I will continue to do so as I have some explanations to give to Sir Monk."
Smartass, Sango thought angrily.
"As to your question, yes monk there is a difference," he started, "You see, the way my dearest friend used it was out of ignorant stupidity. Maybe had she stayed in school—a learning facility if you do not know," he said in a patronizing tone, "she would have known what the meaning was and how to put it into context. After all she did want to be at one point a psychologist. Or maybe if she had used that micro-sized organ she called a brain she might have thought to use a dictionary and would have known the meaning."
"Then correct me if I'm wrong," the monk leaned forward from the tree he had been resting against, "Nekrophirrya has to do with the," he gave a quick glance to a now curious and innocent minded Rin to the imposing InuYoukai daring him to poison Rin's mind. "…the relationships between the dead and the living."
"Not quite, that is the general assumption though…"
Kai looked up thoughtfully at the star twinkling above him, a faraway came across on his usual less than expression filled face. I can see why she liked it here…too bad this safe haven was her own personal hell, he thought just as the hanyou decided to grace them with his presence.
"What? This wasn't hell to her!"
Had he said that out loud, judging by everyone's shocked or bewildered faces he had. "Really, you won't be thinking so when I am done, sit down hanyou and company," he gestured to the hidden being, a priestess with a cold appearance and deathly pale skin walked in, "Ah! Ha-ha-ha-ha! So you decided to join our merry little group oh holy one," he said dryly and began to clap his hands, "this is just precious. Be wary oh dead one the shadows search for you to take you back!"
"Are you threatening Kikyou?" Inuyasha growled.
He blinked at the hanyou, "As I was saying," he didn't know why he was talking so much today. What was different about today? Ah yes, the anniversary approaches and with it dark clouds over the horizon. "Necrophilia is an obsession of dead beings or dead thins. A human can go so far as to…decorate his whole abode with nasty little trinkets of the human anatomy and even make clothing of the leftovers. I had the pleasure of meeting a man that wore a young girls'," he tapped the side of his temple; no need to disgust them even more by saying it aloud and Rin was awake now.
"That's…"
"Disgusting? I assure that what they all said but him. Quite the poetic man he was, said it aroused him, very soft spoken. Funny that the most intellectual of us is most insane don't you think, Sesshomaru-sama?"
Golden eyes cracked open from his feigned sleep before shutting them close once more, obviously not wanting to be part of the conversation.
"There are three different types of Necrophiliacs: Necrophilic Homicide, Regular Necrophilia, and Necrophilic Fantasy. Regular Necrophilia is what she was referring to; the other two are for another time…However, Kikyou here is not a corpse or a 'zombie'. If I am correct she is made of soil, clay, and her own ashes, correct…Kikyou?" he added when he saw the hanyou open his mouth.
"Hai."
"Apart from that Kagome's large soul and souls of young innocent women are woven together by magic to keep her animated. Suffice to say Kikyou here is a living possessed doll, much like the folklore I heard from the poetic necrophiliac. So in reality the hanyou just has a fetish for a possessed doll….As for this being hell for her. This", he waved a black leather bound journal, "details the ideals, the goals, the emotions…everything that made her what she was."
Four pairs of eyes followed the black journal; another pair just looked worriedly at him. "I will not be reading it. Why should I?"
"Because we want to know…"Kagome's pleading blue eyes looked at him. Face fresh and beautiful, exactly as it was five years ago; a bloodied hand reached out to touch the hand that held the journal tightly. "…Kai?" He blinked, not Kagome, it was Rin looking at him, lightly touching his arm.
It was daylight, not night time. "It's time to get up now," her face was slightly flushed from the heat the sun was already baring down on them. When did he fall asleep?
He blinked once, twice before he stood up from his sitting position. His head pounded as felt blood rush down to his numbed legs. Concerned blue eyes looked down at him as a maggot infested hand touched his forehead. He could feel them squirming on his head, "Souta you have a cold lay back down." His sister's voice echoed. A feminine demeaning laughter. "Do you wanna play a game?" Go away, "let's play D.U.Die." D.—never played that game before. "DIE!"
Kai grabbed the wrist on his forehead squeezing, the metacarpals under his hand protested against his rough handling. "Itai! Kai you're hurting me."
Kai glared at her, Rin—not Kagome, "DON'T touch me onna, understood.." He gave one final good squeeze before he let her go.
She whimpered then gave a small nod. Kai almost did not see the hurt look on Rin's face, almost did not see the tell-tell signs of a crushed look. He almost did not see it but he did. Shame and regret should have been his first reactions in seeing her reaction to his nearly brutal handling of her person.
Instead it was contempt and disdain.
A/N: Please do tell if I got the necrophilia part down right...I sorta made it into a halfass explanation-don't get mad. Next time Shippou finally drops his balls...anyways goodnight or goodmorning dedpending where ya guys live. Buh-bye.