8. Naraku
The day was particurarly unpleasant. The sky was covered by a thick blanket of gray clouds, the wind was cold and wetness in the air was falling on the leaves, dripping down like a poor excuse for a rain. There was no chance of sunlight today.
When the weather was so gloomy and dark he hated to get up his bed. But there was work to do, so he stood up from his bed, put on his robe for today and sat before his mirror to see what he could do to help his unique beauty look even more striking. He glared at dark circles under his eyes, unhealthy color of his skin, freckles adorning his cheekbones - all those little defects his red, blodshot eyes could find in his reflection. He reached for his powder.
A half of an hour later he put away his powder and the damp cloth he was using to erase his work. He glared at the little girl holding the mirror, but she gave him a look of an empty indifference. She wasn't judging his attempts.
"Okay, let's start with hair today," he said and picked up his favourite brush.
An hour later Kagura entered the chanber of her master. She looked at Naraku sitting on a pillow before Kanna's mirror, trying to untangle his hair from his brush.
"Bad day, I see?" asked the woman with perfect make up and hair do. Naraku glared.
"Shut... your mouth," he hissed at her in the tone of voice indicating he was very inclined to grab her heart and shred it to pieces. Kagure, the wise woman she was, left the room.
Naraku finally freed the brush from his unruly tresses. He sighed deeply while sending his reflection an angry look before admitting his defeat and reaching for his baboon pelt and mask.
"Kukuku," a minute later the dark hanyou left his room, finallty ready to bring misery and pain to his foes, his form wrapped in the cozy pelt, his face covered by his mask.