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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)	By : Crystal_Tsukino Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The little darkened lozenge was sparkling dreadfully, embedded in Ailyn's forehead. Her foggy eyes were lined up to the other woman's right ahead, motionless, just waiting.
Attack. A deep voice echoed within the depths of that lost mind, and the golden haired woman just frantically ran into Annabelle's direction in an unforeseen speed to general human legs.
"Ailyn!" She shouted her sibling's name just for nothing. Then, Anna quickly spun her body to other side, evading the sudden assault, and her sister abruptly ceased steps, making dark earth's dust spread above.
Where the Red Rose had stepped by, some green and black smoke left a trail and in there a sudden cold weather emerged. The thin, high trees started to stir, leaves fell from their rachitic branches, making a curtain over the soil, and then, those dead leaves floated some centimeters above.
The air felt strange, heavy.
Annabelle felt her entire body bristling while her ears were cautiously listening whining moans coming from the void and then being scattered between the woods. Their echoes sounded from everywhere nearby, a tortuous lament.
Ailyn kneeled, then sunk her fingers in the soft sand. Soon the mist began to assume humanoid green spectrum shapes that screamed in unison. Around them, a discrete red light could be seen.
That ghosts were different though. No, it wasn't only melancholy feeding those phantom's cries. There was a profound rage also.
An alabaster shinning aura covered Annabelle as soon as those ghostly figures tried to attack her. Countless hands hit against her white light and got faded into dust.
Then, Ailyn's dark smoke cornered Anna, trying to suffocate her aura and crush her. A clash of energies had began. Dark mist against eburnum shine, provoking electric sparks around the red-haired lass' body. So, she strenuously raised her arms, with this movement Anna made those leaves, once floating a little higher than the ground, just fly fast enough to cut that mist like sharpen knives. She conducted them as an orchestra's maestro does. The movements of those leaves, gifted with Annabelle's light, did some white twinkling drawings in the air, while cutting the rest of Ailyn's smoke.
Suddenly, the earth revolved underneath the two women feet. The red-dressed one lost her balance and fell, sitting upon the mud. Annabelle, on the other hand, kept strangely erect like that little earthquake wasn't nothing.
"Nature is against you!" Anna announced to her twin. "Give up, get rid of it!" Then she pointed a finger on her sister's forehead direction.
"This time will be different, Annabelle!" Scarlet glow began to contour her features and soon she rose, levitating from the ground. "This is above you" Ailyn took off one of her gloves and pointed this hand to her albescent sister in the middle of the darkness. "It is above every being". With that, her eyes changed into pure blackness and an energy's sphere of same color concentrated in her palm, then Ailyn directed it to Annabelle.
Belle got down quickly, covering her head with her arms crossed ahead. Huge trees' roots emerged and surrounded her silhouette, shielding her body. The malignant sphere's force made Anna's protection dry and die, but never reached her.
"You cannot hide forever behind your little tricks!" Ailyn hissed impatiently, now her hand was sending black rays into Anna's direction, who almost hadn't time to recover from the last blast.
This time she wasn't fast enough, and her sister's attack got her. Belle's body collapsed, and then was dragged upon earth and moss. Her eyes rolled, watching the scenery around infernally spin. She felt Ailyn's Darkness numbing her senses, her limbs seemed to carry a bag of stones over them, so heavy she felt them, sinking into the soil. It was like drowning, her lungs were compressed and breathing became a hard labour.
No, this darkness, this evilness do not belong to my sister. It is far beyond... Her turquoise pools narrowed and focused on the purple skies, in them she glimpsed a bubble carrying somebody within.
"Naraku..." she whispered as her furious fingers squeezed some brown sand. Her white glow flashed a bit, yet it didn't took long to stabilize.
"Bring her to me" Finally he spoke, descending inside his protective dome.
Ailyn's golden curls swinging in the icy wind surely were contrasting with the morbid landscape. In a calm, slow parade she came near to Annabelle and got down by her side. Naraku's doll's delicate, yet ruthless hands made Anna's body sit, and without even touching it. That red wicked light, once covering Ailyn's ghosts, now has contourned Belle and was obliging her to move at her sister's mercy.
Anna's every joint got rigid, her highlighted veins pulsed violently, coloring her pale skin, making sure it would not be easy to Ailyn control her.
While the blond lass was concentrating to stand the red-haired one up, a hand suddenly held her face, avoiding her eyes to see what would come next. In an impulse, Annabelle threw herself over her sibling, her hand still grabbing it's face. And soon Belle's clear light resumed to shine, taking over her and Ailyn together. The white aura overcame the red luminescence, the Shikon's shard returned to it's pinkish original gleam at last.
She purified the shard! Those vicious, precious shuddering rubies of Naraku widened. Then, some tentacles emerged from his back and quickly curled around Ailyn's arms and waist, bringing her to him, inside his purple barrier.
Annabelle rose up, cleaning up the dust and leaves from her dress. Then, she faced him directly in the eyes, fearlessly. That natural shine of hers burning around her visage.
"Is that your plan now?" She hissed while taking fast steps ahead. "Using my sister to seize me?" Anna came closer and closer, her boldness stunning the spider hanyo. "I will not return to your castle, I will not be under your power or custody again!" She vociferated. Hands closing tight the more she got near of him.
"You cannot hurt me, Annabelle" Even a bit worried, his face revealed a challenging smirk.
"For your ridiculous barrier's sake? I can tore it apart like tearing paper!" She was even more closer.
"No." Naraku unmade his protect dome himself "Because you do not want so". And he started to walk towards Anna, leaving Ailyn behind.
The White Rose froze in place, all of sudden. Her eyes trembled, mouth opened, yet not a sound was pronounced.
"Why to waste your energies pretending a hate you do not feel?" Kagewaki's usurper didn't stop his walking, nor his provoking smirk.
"But I hate who you are, what you represent, and what you did to me" She said confidently "I hope Inuyasha tore you into pieces, leaving not a trace behind!"
"You could tore me into pieces, yet you chose to let me live. You don't want this..." at last they were a few inches from each other. "You cannot pretend, Annabelle. I know you have feelings for me". His voice softened, yet all his features were declaring his mockery intent.
"I had feelings for Kagewaki, I loved him..." She moaned, trying to control the uncomfort in her throat. "And you took advantage on it to use my body as your bidding!" Then those bitter words forced their way out.
"Huh!" Naraku snotted "You humans, how you appreciate to talk about love" and then disdained. "Such great experts on the matter" A brief laugh escaped through his teeth. "How many time you and your dearest Kagewaki Hitomi spent together? Least than a year, perhaps?" One thin eyebrow arched. "Do you think it is enough time to be certain about loving someone and to decide to live the rest of your days with this person?"As he was making such questions, his tone discretely started to change "How old are you Annabelle?" A rhetoric question, he didn't even let a pause between it and what came next "I doubt you are more than twenty years old. You are nothing but an inexperienced woman. Kagewaki was the first to treat you with kindness, he was goodlooking, so you fell for him. It is so simple. It could have been anyone in his place. Meaningless". By the end of that argument, Naraku wasn't smiling or teasing anymore, that much drama had already got him bored.
For a few instants, the feeling of surprise stole Annabelle's voice. She would never expect such reaction from Naraku. Above all, the ones who don't know love itself will never try to estipulate it's value. However, there it was the halfbreed demon lecturing about the matter without noticing it.
Anyway, she wouldn't remain silent for too long. After all, who that hanyo think he was to teach life lessons to her? He, who never made nothing but harm people around? So, Anna filled her lungs, and there it came:
"You speak as you were the greatest love expert" Although she had a deep breath before, she couldn't help but gasp. "But you as well, fell in love with the first woman who treated you gently" She saw his eyes narrowing, but didn't stop her speech. "Just because she was beautiful and took care of your wounds, your heart worshipped her with it's every strength" Annabelle raised her voice, preventing any interruption. It was her turn, and she proceeded, never stopping to stare at him. "Yes, your heart! You don't come to me with that 'Onigumo and I are different beings' bullshit, for he is a part of you, and it's because of him you exist in this world."
Naraku opened his mouth at last, prepared to outrage. However Annabelle had not finished yet, her soprano voice overcame his deep, low grunt.
"Who are you to judge me for my age, when you are far more years older than me, and even so is so childish to the point of trying to deny such an obvious thing? You do have feelings, Naraku. If you didn't, you wouldn't be here teaching me lessons about true love" As she had spoken those two last words, within her rage a mockery smirk emerged. Was she learning to be sarcastic with him?
Naraku's eyes widened a bit, his lips first stayed sealed and straight, yet not so long after they curved, then opened and a loud laughter sounded. He laughed so willingly that he put a hand over his stomach and his body arched ahead. He wasn't laughing for fun though. It was much more for elucidation than anything else. There was he, arguing with a woman about subjects he always have considerated irrelevant, while Inuyasha and friends were fighting against Kagura - one of his incarnations - for the first time. Soon that hateful group would be there and it wasn't part of his plans facing them so soon. Naraku knew he shouldn't take much more time to go, yet his vanity was taking the best of him at this moment, and he would definitely not let Annabelle without an answer.
So, he pulled himself together, cleared his throat and said: "You see, that is the problem with you, humans. You let emotions overcome your thoughts and actions.You easily lose control, become dependent of this illusory thing you call love and then turn into slaves of it." and he grinned "I, Naraku, take no part in this weak brood".
"Oh, but you do. You do take part on it!" Her eyes and her smile got wider, and like she wasn't close enough from the arachnid, Anna gave one more step and there was not even a foot away between them. "You can hate the idea, yet it's a fact that you are just one more drop of water in this oceanic brood. You are scared however, you are afraid of feeling. You do not dare." She stepped ahead once more, for he walked back. "There are so many people just like you, Naraku..." Annabelle stood smiling defiantly while observing he getting smaller in each spoken word. "Cowards" It wasn't necessary to pronounce it loudly, and she didn't. The very word was enough to make some mess. Naraku's disconcert was visible, so was his indignation.
"You amuse me, girl" Even though he had a smirk on his face, his tone and narrowed gaze were denouncing his irritability.
"You can hide behind cruel acts, but I know that deep inside you..." Annabelle started the phrase scolding him, but as she was speaking and recalling the latest event she shared with the hanyo, her voice got a bit soft, interrogative. "You are not indifferent" and then she assumed a light, serene tone "You do care".
Ailyn, not so far from them, narrowed her azure pools analyzing such odd arguing. She couldn't help but feel some expectation about knowing where that discussion would lead, and then she saw her sister slowly raise a trembling hand, reaching an ivory cheek of her enemy. What the hell?
"What do you think you are doing, Annabelle Rose?" Naraku caught her wrist firmly, moving her palm away from his skin.
"You are so used to be hated, that when someone show some affection you just don't know how to deal with. Am I wrong?" She insisted in touching his face. In the second time Naraku didn't stopped her though. Her fingers slipped over his soft, pale cheek. It had the very same texture of her Hitomi's. She could have broke down in tears because if it's remembrance. Instead, Belle breathed deeply and insisted on caressing that frowned face, even within her core she desired to slap it hard. There was something, an intuition, anything guiding her there. Her heartbeats increased, causing her legs to tremble.
"And why would you dedicate any affection to me? Do you take me for an imbecile?" His fingers, still circling her wrist, untied it's hold. "Do not test me" Naraku said in low, but advertising tone. His arms were down, hands resting beside him.
"You saved me" She remembered, while staring his eyes in such intensity that Naraku felt the urge to look to any other direction, just to avoid that gaze.
"Just because I wanted your power. Your power, Annabelle, maybe your body, because this human essence still inhabit me, but it is all. Nothing more." Naraku looked at her thumb gently circling his cheekbone. "If you believe I feel anything beyond attraction for you, it will be me feeling pity of you" Even that deep voice showed some rigidity, his eyes, on the other hand, insisted avoiding hers.
"Say whatever you want, when you lie to yourself you are the deluded one." She could feel his breath sharpening. "I saw how you stared at me when I almost drowned. Unlike you, I had not only bad experiences with people, but good ones as well, and I can read someone's genuinely worried expression, I can tell when a person is fearing a loss." The words were coming like they had a life of their own. "I will never forget the way you looked at me that day Naraku. The anguish, and then the relief to see me breathing. You don't love me, I even doubt you ever loved Kikyo, but in some twisted, strange way... You care." The sparkle within those limpid sky-blue pools was showing a sudden belief. And then, a smile, so apparently incoherent, docile, designed itself on her face. "And if you are capable of caring, there must be some goodness in you".
It was like when she found out about humanity hidden behind his devious façade, some of her resentments have been pacified. Now, instead of wanting to hurt him, she just wished to disarm Naraku. For what? Not even Annabelle was capable to explain.
Naraku could just tell another lie, as many his artful mouth had spoken before. He could laugh like soon ago, he could hurt her or worse - he could murder her sister right in front her eyes, just to show how wicked his nature was. Still, at last he knew he would be trying to prove something most for himself than to her.
And, if there was anything to easy his wounded pride, was the sound of her fast heartbeats. As a hanyo, Naraku had a sensitive hearing, and those pounds were just like music. Her skin was ruddy, he almost could feel it's warmth, being so close. If in a moment before he was certain she was trying to humiliate him, in the present he wasn't sure of anything.
His instinct didn't ask for violence. There was no will to repel, nor to curse. His being yearned for serenity. Naraku could feel the soft touch of her fingertips still contouring his skin, so harmless. In his face there was not a change, like it was carved in marble. His carapace did it's work exquisitely, yet in his core he was burning.
Goodness... in me? Was he offended, or was Annabelle's statement the greatest joke he ever heard? Not even Naraku would know for sure. Well, that woman was the first person in fifty years that read him this way. A sudden, strange cold ran within his belly, though, while he dared to look into those eyes for an instant, so clear and transparent like glass, tortiously straight.
"What are you intending to do?" Naraku asked a bit unsure, mostly intrigued.
"I..." Anna stopped, tongue clicked on the palate. She sighed "I don't know" and finally her hand slipped from his cheek, laying over her throbbing chest.
A sudden intense wind reached them, coming from above. Their bodies curved down, black and orange locks of hair floated up. Annabelle looked to the sky. In the middle of the raging blow and flying sand she saw a large, floating feather with a woman on the top. Her naked back had a familiar scar. A spider.
Before having time to make any questions, when Belle turned her attention to Naraku again, he already had Ailyn in his arms, the two were distant, within his barrier.
"Naraku!" Her voice claimed loudly, as she was on her feet to reach the villain and her sister.
The purplish rounded frame got flight fast, and soon it vanished between the dark clouds. The hanyo went away, leaving a hole into Annabelle's chest and a collection of doubts inside her head. However, there was no time for deep thoughts. A man crossed her path, swift as a ray.
A man? No, a yokai, and he was furious.
The mysterious stranger stopped his steps abruptly, and then turned around, choleric facing Annabelle.
"I can sense that woman's scent here" He growled. "You're with her, aren't you, woman?!" His arms' muscles were rigid, his fingers contorting, ready to put the claws deep into someone's flesh.
"What are you talking about? Who are you?!" Still dizzy because of the latest events, Anna just stood in her position and made her white light surround her body once more.
"He made her kill my fellowmen! If you are their accomplice, you will pay!" He vociferated, out of his mind. And then, the unknown demon jumped in her direction. His eyes, as blue as hers, never blinked, Annabelle's visage reflected inside of them, from her hair's strands to her bones.
Albeit she didn't have a clue of what had happened, Annabelle needed to protect herself somehow. So, her ginger eyelids sealed and when they opened Anna's eyes were fully white. The warm radiance repelled the yokai without giving him any chance to lay a finger on her. Still unsatisfied, he lifted up and jumped into Anna again, persisting on a fight.
"Stop it, I have no reason on fighting against you!" The young lass appealed, the crystal moon in her neck was shinning in many colors, and the eburnum brightness around her increased, forming a protective circle. The sky above was slowly clearing.
The stranger was on his feet again, yet this time he stood still, just contemplating those phenomenons. His black hair danced with the soft breeze, he stared Anna again and asked, subtilty moderate: "What are you? This isn't youki, it's pure... are you a priestess?
"I'm not" She sighed in relief "I am Annabelle Rose" although he did a funny face hearing her name, she kept her serious tone. "And you are?"
"Koga, the leader of the Eastern Yōkai Wolf Tribe" He introduced himself austerely "If you are not related to that female yokai and Naraku, I have nothing to do in here" at the end of this phrase, he gave his back to Annabelle and started to run so fast like he didn't care about what was in his way.
Although the yokai acted like a strong chief, the Scottish woman saw beyond that façade. There were sorrow, anger, and a huge will for revenge emanating from his aura. The alpha wolf demon was just one more between many other people who had a debt to collect from Naraku, and he was yearning to take what was his.
Why? That was the question Annabelle couldn't get rid of. What was the purpose of such malevolence? Was Naraku so bitterly unhappy to the point of dedicating his life to make other people as unfortunate as he was? Did he feel an urge to impose his misery to the world, so he would not get through such calvary alone?
She spent so many minutes enclosed within thoughts about a Spider so hated that she didn't even noticed when her friends were finally there, right next to her. Kagome, like on the other day, came near and called Annabelle many times till her voice was heard by the red-haired woman.
"Are you alright? What happened?" The young worried priestess' apprentice shot the questions.
"I am fine" Anna answered softly. "But, and you?" She took a look on them "Inuyasha is hurt!" and then Anna hastily went to her hanyo friend, laid down over Kirara in her big form. "Let me solve it..."
"Keh, it's nothing!" He grouched and rose up with certain difficulty.
"Don't be so stubborn, I can help you!" She scolded him, behaving not so different from the halfbreed demon.
"I said it's nothing!" He insisted, crossing his arms.
"This Inuyasha really enjoys to make things harder" Shippo commented rolling his eyes.
"I am well enough to skin you alive" Inuyasha gazed the little fox demon with fire within his amber eyes. The child ran to Kagome's arms, who had to contain the will of making the hanyo "sit" just because he was injured.
"We need to find a place to spend the night" Miroku wasn't much in the mood for jokes. "It is dangerous for us being in an open field with Inuyasha harmed like this".
They all agreed, then walked together till they found a village. As soon as the group arranged a place to have a peaceful night, they sat and started to talk about the later events. Annabelle carefully heard Kagome telling about Kagura, the Wind Sorceress, a dangerous yokai, and then she came to know what happened in Naraku's Castle. Poor Koga. She thought, empathetic with his suffering. Another Naraku's victim indeed.
What is the reason behind it all? Again, her mind was pounding with uncertainties. Is it just because he likes to cause pain and chaos? It cannot be only that. It is a very shallow, pointless reason for such a complex mysterious being. Someone who discussed so eloquently about true love must understand something about the matter, and if he does... He does has feelings. And, at last, it was inevitable to remember Naraku's genuinely worried expression when she almost died under the water.
True love. What was it then, and how someone could feel certain about existing a right or a wrong way to love? Was it possible to raise such a strong feeling in so short time? Was it necessary to know the depths of a being to be able of loving it completely? What could be this immeasurable force? Could it have a name? Could it have boundaries, or even a reason to be?
Could the rose fall in love with the thorn?
Could the spider fall in love with the moth?
Could Naraku feel love for me?
The hours passed by, most of her friends were resting while Annabelle couldn't help but overthink about their enemy. She spent the night trying to decipher the enigma Naraku was. The sky got clearly pink with the dawn and she kept locked inside those reveries. That was the first night she spent awake without sparing a single thought about her beloved Kagewaki.
What is happening to me?
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Naraku wandered around the large corridors of his castle, his mind haunted by the western woman's speech. Her every word was passing through him like arrows, pulsing inside his head insistently
I, caring about someone? He didn't want to believe in such hypothesis. He would not dare to consider the idea of having affection for any living being in this Earth. Has this woman gone mad? Naraku chuckled acidly, avoiding the memory of taking Annabelle out of the stream.
He ceased his walking as soon as he heard a strange move inside Annabelle's room. Naraku harshly pulled the door and then he feared his eyes were playing tricks on him. Was it her in there, spinning around while holding the skirt of a long, green dress?
No, the yellow waving curls had spoiled the scene.
"What do you think you are doing?" Naraku asked in a deep tone, his hand squeezing her arm, making her stop.
"She has always been a good dressmaker, you know" Ailyn acted naturally, not caring about the hanyo's severeness. She waved the long skirt with a hand, gracefully shaking it to the sides. "I, on the other hand, always had to pay little fortunes for people to make my dresses" The woman shook her shoulders. "Annabelle makes her own clothes, did you know?" She looked at him, and got no reaction. Again, Ailyn didn't give much attention to his discomfort, and continued talking: "Is there something Annabelle is not good at, I wonder?" Her eyes rolled. "It is so annoying".
"She is not a good liar" this being said, his fingers left Ailyn's arm. "Take off this dress, this is ridiculous" Naraku demanded, already turning to the door, prepared to leave that chamber.
"Why?" she smirked "Does it makes you remind her?" and then Ailyn elegantly gyrated around him, ceasing her choreography when they were in front of each other once more. "We would be identical if my hair did not have this color" She passed her finger through some curls, messing the clear strands.
"It is washy" Naraku mocked. "Take off this dress". He insisted, still irritated.
Ailyn showed a discrete grin, and then she began to untie ribbon by ribbon from the eyelets, then she got rid of the yellowish sash, put down the puffed sleeves, moving her body seductively while the fabrics were falling, soon she was dressing only her dark chemise and corset, which she started to open up.
"What are you intending to do, woman?" Naraku asked chuckling, not giving too much importance to her actions. He looked beside, becoming a bit impatient.
The only response Ailyn gave to the Spider was approaching him, already freed of any piece of clothing. Then, in her boldness, Annabelle's twin captivated Naraku's face in her hands, inducing him to look at her forms and curves blessed by the Nature.
In a first moment, the arachnid vacillated when his eyes got stuck on that naked body, so familiar. Yet, as soon as his gaze stood up and faced those wicked blue eyes and reddish smiling lips, Naraku pushed Ailyn away, making her fall sitting over the wooden floor. Seeing the rage coloring her face into pink shades finally gave him some amusement. So, Naraku calmly got down, and looking directly to her, he naturally said:
"You will never be your sister" That was him doing what he knew best, to poke people's wounds.
"You are in love with her" The fun was over when Ailyn spoke those words, though. Naraku's smirk faded and his merciless hand grabbed her neck, squeezing it. "And she..." The Red Rose gasped "She is in love with you as well!". His fingers loosened the grip. Naraku's shoulders relaxed, so did his arms, one of his eyebrows arched.
"Annabelle in love with me?" He chuckled of such absurd.
"She did not noticed her feelings yet. But, as her sister and someone who knows her essence very well, I have no doubts. Annabelle is fallen for you" at last, she laughed like her lips had pronounced the most banal revelation. "Rejoice, it will not take very long till she give in"
Ailyn's words would mean nothing to him, if isolated. Nevertheless, Annabelle's recent actions were still intriguing his mind.
In his facial features, Naraku showed no change. However, in his depths there was a heat consuming him, so intense as a fever. A creature like him, feverish? Impossible. His body was stronger and healthier than ever, composed by the powerful yokais he did absorb. It was his soul - if he really had one - that was uncontrollably boiling, filled with something that he was not able to put a name, because he just didn't know the meaning, it was something Naraku never knew before, yet some people used to call it hope.
His other side, though, the ambitious ego, has foreseen a vile opportunity and if he didn't try to take any advantage of it, he would not be Naraku.
I will drive her crazy. He viciously smirked.
I will make her beg to serve me, as I was her only choice. The scarlet eyes gleamed. That immaculate energy of hers, I shall stain it with my darkness. A shadow, then, fell upon his features, his teeth shone white, fulfilling that grin with his most vile desires.
Another eyes, red as blood just like his, were secretly observing everything behind the door's crack.
"Kagura" Naraku already knew she was there "Call your older sister, you two have some work to be done. And you..." He turned to Ailyn again "Since you know so much about Annabelle, tell me more about this birth gift she has which you seek".
His newest ally retrieved his devious chuckle with hers, then she took a sheet over Annabelle's futon and covered her body.
To be continued...
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What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't me no more" :)
Sorry, I couldn't help it. LOL!
Hope you all have enjoyed this chapter as much as I did when I wrote some years ago.
Well, I forgot to mention on the last chapter's notes, but that bear yokai is the one who showed up in episode 39 of the anime.
Now, while Naraku and Annabelle were having that peculiar conversation, Kagura was facing Inuyasha, after what happened with Koga and part of his tribe. Following the chronology we are already on episode 40. ;)
I have to share with you my point of view about Naraku, but I don't want to take so long, since this chapter is a bit longer than I would like, yet this one would be senseless to divide in parts. So, I'll try to be as brief as I can.
Although Naraku actions are wicked, I see him most as a sad and lonely being than an evil one. I think this get more clear when the end of the series is approaching, and only in the last battle someone notice his misery, it's Kagome. So, I always wondered how much different Naraku's fate could be if he had knew some kindness earlier. How would he react if someone showed him some affection? He had born into chaos. Hate and bitterness were all he ever knew. So, it is a huge "what if" for me. Got it?
Well, and you, what do you think? Share your opinions with me, please!
Kissuuus, see you all soon. S2
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