Once I was in my room I knew something wasn't right. The stench of Naraku was within my room. I growled at sent out a purifying wave of miko energy. As soon as I knew the location of where the scent came from, my eyes narrowed and I growled even more threateningly.
"Naraku!" I spat the name out in anger. I glared at his dark spirit with so much anger and disgust as he merely chuckled evilly and looked into my silver eyes.
"Now now, Kagome... Is that any way to treat an old friend?"
As he said this my eyes began to turn red with anger. "FRIEND?!" I roared. "No. You are no friend to me. You killed my friends. You took everything I loved from me."
"Not everything. Unless you wish for your kit and familly to be taken as well? That could be arranged you know."
"You wouldn't DARE! After everything you've done... After all the lives you have stolen or turned upside down... After you killed those innocent people who did no harm to you. "
"I did it for you, dear Kagome. I knew you were no ordinary woman. Even more of an extraordinary Miko. I killed them so they wouldn't get in the way of us."
This caused me to faulter for a moment before I went into a rage. "There is no US! NEVER WAS AND NEVER WILL BE!" I glared at him through completely redeyes and summoned a blue whip of purrifying energy that snapped accross his form, immediately purrifying his soul and causing him to dissapear from the universe completely. I sniffed the air and smelled something that caused unbearable grief to consume me. I smelled death. And I smelled my familly's blood. In a speed faster than light I zoomed to the living room downstairs and was greeted with the sight of my brother, grandfather and mother in a pool of their own blood. Their faces were frozen in shock. It looked as if they didnt even know what happened. That bastard. That bastard killed my familly. If his soul still existed id bring him back to life and make him suffer. I sank to my knees and screamed loud, mourning howls of anger, sadness, and pain into the space of our shrine where it was heard for several miles around. I was angry. I was hurt. For the first time in my life I felt actual hatred. It burned through to my very soul, tainting it, and making me even more hollow inside. I didn't here the sirens approach, didn't hear the cries of alarm. I didn't feel the gentle hands pull me to my feet, nor did I see the body bags being carried out. I was too lost in my grief and hatred of the one who took everything from me.