Kagura was usually an unhappy woman...incarnation...wind sorceress...whatever you called her. Her name meant "divine entertainment." She was sure Naraku had given her this name to mock her. It was like he was rubbing it in her face.

See what a silly little plaything you are? Be a good girl, Kagura, and don't step out of line.

Well, Naraku had never told her this, but she knew. Somehow. She wished to be as light and free as the wind. He knew that.

But there were subtle ways of taking revenge on the filthy spider monster that had chained her. Such as by reporting need-to-know facts to him, but reporting those need-to-know facts in a highly inaccurate and misleading way.

Naraku's voice was a rustle in the shadows of the castle. She couldn't see him. This was presumably a tactic to keep her on edge and uneasy.

Kagura thought he should stop being so cliched.

"You mean to tell me that Kikyo...has a new lover."

His voice was calm, even, and perfectly still. He was obviously extremely annoyed to hear this.

Kagura smirked. As much he liked claiming otherwise, she knew a little fragment of Onigumo's lecherous desire for Kikyo remained in him. She'd once heard Higurashi Kagome say that the whole Onigumo-Naraku-Kikyo debacle was "Freudian" and "sort of creepy." Kagura didn't know what "Freudian" was, but she was using it in her mind now, and Naraku couldn't do a thing about it.

"Yes. Well, what other reason could Kikyo have to be in the company of a young man around her age? Unless he got lost and just happened to stumble across her. Quite unlikely."

"How is it," he drawled from whichever dark corner he was hiding in, "that you came to this conclusion?"

"I materialized in front of her, and her paramour went berserk and unleashed an explosion upon me. It was made of pure black energy. Complete and total despair. The blast was too powerful. I had to retreat."

Naraku didn't say anything to this, so she decided to twist the dagger in a little more.

"Also, they were holding hands and hugging."

She'd made that part up out of thin air. It was bovine manure that could grow a decent harvest. Kikyo and that boy were standing at least six feet apart and seemed to have met not even the previous day. But what Naraku didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Her deception worked. Somehow.

"Very well. You may go. Soon I will cross paths with this new paramour of Kikyo's, and he shall cease to exist."

She took her leave, having started in the feudal era what some people on the internet in Kagome's time called a "shipping war."

She smirked again. Smirking was quite an enjoyable pastime for her. From what Kagura could tell, that despair energy beam was unblockable. Maybe that new boy would cook Naraku, and she would be free. Getting creative with the details was worth it.

And that was how Hibiki Ryoga made an enemy out of a superdemon. An agglomeration of a cannibalized evil man and a hundred small demons.

Without even realizing it.

A/N: Have more bite-sized crack! I've been writing a long story, and I enjoy taking turns to write little bits of flash fiction in between. :)