He had found what he had sought for for years.
Warmth. Acceptance. Love.
Kikyo.
It was not a person, but a thing. A needle full of red straight to the brain.
It made the heart pound, the blood sing, the body react the same it would to an embrace, to a caress, to sex.
It was an aphrodisiac to the highest degree.
Born to a family that looked down on him as soon as he was born, he had finally found love.
He didn't know any better.
A weak mind, just one dose, and it was already too late.