Free?
Ginta Just Ginta
Onyx Skies Forever
Danger, Mrs. Higurashi!
Spiders On Mrs. Higurashi
Little Red Riding Rin
Fragments of Moonlight
Wish of Koga
He Is To Be Pitied
Babies, Sango!
Shippo's Notebook
From Another World
Microcosm
Exotic
Near Me
Stranger in the Night
Remember
Summer '07
Enigma
Does It Matter
Kissed by Blaze
Changed
Packlyness
Consummation
The Tears of The Sky
Unextraordinary
Fiction
vr 3.00
2008-02-16
"6ixth Session" by Abraxas
Free? | T | 2006-06-02
Kagura's always wanted to be free but is independence all she thought it would be? Naraku/Kagura imp (birthday)
Kagura awoke into nightmare not with scream but panic. She bit her lip, drops of blood and sweat sated the crypt, and she cursed those parts of the flesh that could not be conquered. Its mortality, its weakness.
Recomposed despite the chains, she defied that bitter cold exposure of her ripped, torn clothes. While all about the stonework of the charnel house, the bindings of the wrists and ankles, the morbid exhibition tantalized the spiders. And stoked the perversions of that creature, that illegitimate kin.
Red eyes glowed and demonic growl echoed completing the transmutation from nothing into being – thus by degrees Naraku emerged through darkness like a flower blooming.
Between the two was the box obliterated by shadow.
It squirmed with a rhythm entirely and uniquely its own, alien to the hands that held it and unknown to the eyes that avoided it.
Naraku smiled.
She jolted.
Naraku laughed.
It struggled and she, too, writhed – its veiled promises of lost innocence and broken dreams could not be endured.
Was there no worse a thing Naraku could do than give her exactly what she wanted?
“Happy birthday, Kagura.”
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