A Slayer's Song

A Flower For The Slayer

spider-in-the-dark:

The glass flower nodded and mumbled, “Yes Daddy,” very softly, in her usual monotone. Her stark onyx eyes stayed on the ground, but she piped up softly, “I have not seen Hakudoshi.” It was made to sound more like a question, but she said it as a statement.

Kanna had receded back after her emotional overspill and now was mostly back to normal, despite that she occasionally allowed herself thoughts, feelings, ideas.

Naraku ( No idea what to write for this, sorry. )

The blackest incarnation watched the slayer leave the village, and walk perfectly toward them. “Just as planned.” He said to his flower. “Hm hm hmmm,” He was going to show her exactly what she needed to see. He was going to further drive his venom through her veins. The thought brought him a huge smile. He thoroughly enjoyed this. It was a suiting thing to have happen, as it would bring all of them to him in some way. He would turn all of them against each other, and then they would all serve him. Even if they didn’t do it by choice. They would do it without knowing.

Sango

The road spanned out in front of her and Sango felt like walking the length of it and back, just to stew over the foggy thoughts in her head. It didn’t matter to her that she would be leaving the others behind because she didn’t doubt, with enough upset thoughts and swift leg-work, she could make it across the whole of the island of Japan before she was even missed.

Her mind hitched on the monk and, despite herself, she stopped. Her hands balled into fists at her sides and she felt her face heat up. The idea that he and Kagome could possibly be in love seemed silly… And yet there were little things that stood out when she thought about them. A glance here and a word there that might have been unimportant at the time suddenly pressed in on her memory as if the two had blatantly kissed before her eyes.

It was distracting and, whether she admitted it or not, a twinge hurtful… She felt like she had been led on; that her own emotions had been made cheap by the monk’s philandering. And her foolishness only seemed to build when she noted how invested she was in him, despite his apparent failure to reciprocate.

Naraku

(Source: the-greatest-darkness, via the-greatest-darkness)