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Chapter List
- 28
- 29
- 30
Author�s note: here we go again. Please don�t kill me, or try to, or
send someone to do so. I beg you. I don�t like happy endings, but we are still
far from the end�
I received PMs about the times I listed some music titles that
accompanied a chapter in a suitable way, apparently some of you liked that. If
it�s the case, then I suggest you dig up in your music to find these titles,
they accompanied me when I wrote and revised this chapter.
Have fun, once again don�t be angry at me, and please review! I love
reviews! :o)
Ariane Moffatt�s interpretation of Everybody
hurts and Goodnight Moon, this girl is a phenomenon!
Creed � One last breath
Ian Kelly � Take me home
Pearl Jam � Just breathe
Gaetan Roussel � Help myself (okay, some bits are in french, but so what?
This song is addictive�)
Chapter 29
Standing on a
rooftop above the crowd of youkai, suspended between the starry night sky and
the cruelty of life on Earth was a white ethereal silhouette. At this precise
moment in time, loneliness could not be defined more accurately than by looking
at this creature, lost in the darkest recess of his mind, trying to regain his
composure and face the world once again. Withdrawing within himself, he stepped
with a mad joy upon his faith and expectations, shattering them as best as he
could. Feelings for another person were only a source of weakness, he had known
it all along but somehow in the last weeks this certitude had started to crack
and become hollow. On this dark night, utter loneliness had claimed back its
old quarters and kicked everything else out of the way. It wrapped itself in
anger, bitterness and deception, feeding on them to grow and become stronger.
But in this soul that was quickly rebuilding a strong armor around itself,
loneliness could not yet claim victory, not totally. A small shiver of hope was
curled in a corner somewhere in there, trying its best not to draw attention to
itself, but keeping an eye on the world around in case it could grab onto
something and be saved from annihilation.
Down below him,
Sesshomaru could follow the rapid escape of Kitana from the proximity of the
bear and fox. She was quickly approaching his outpost, putting distance between
the main crowd and her. Behind was the sly marten, following at a quick pace
her newly found obsession. And then, as the females came close to him,
something struck him.
He could feel
her emotions again.
Their link was
dying, but not dead yet, and as she came closer it grew stronger. She was hurt,
angry and hurt.
He kept his
eyes trained on her, as she came to a stop a few meters past him. Never once
did she turn his way to acknowledge his presence, but she wasn�t the only one;
so far none had noticed him.
The marten
soon caught up with Kitana, placing a firm hand on her right shoulder and
forcing her to turn around.
�Stop, Kitana,
stop that! What�s wrong?�
Anger flared
from the onyx female when she whirled around to face the little spy.
�What�s wrong?
What�s wrong you ask?�
Her voice was
high and tensed, full of pain.
�I can�t stand
this anymore, Sai! Did you hear this stupid oaf? As if I cared about Sesshomaru
at all! I don�t want to be associated with him anymore, do you understand? I
don�t want this to go on! And here the bear comes with his promises of
forgiveness, as if I was the faulty one for leaving the fucking dog! All of
this is wrong, and I wish I would never have met him!�
Sesshomaru
couldn�t believe he heard such words from Kitana. Surely it couldn�t be, surely
it was only a wicked infiltration plan to gain the enemy�s trust, for he could
not believe she would really mean what she said. Forcing himself to stay calm
and suppressing his own emotions, he managed to stay in place and continue his
watch over the girl.
They had
stopped on the outskirts of the courtyard, away from the main activities and
feast, near the stand that lodged the orchestra. Sesshomaru frowned when he saw
Kitana suddenly take hold of Sai�s hand and pull her toward the small group of
musicians. The marten tried to yank her hand away but to no avail; they were
definitely going toward the band, and they were going there together.
�Do you dance,
Sai?�
Confusion
written all over her features, the young female stuttered an answer.
�Dan-, dance?�
�Yes, do you
dance? I seriously need to vent, and I can�t go on a rampage here. Come.�
Under
Sesshomaru�s watchful eyes, Kitana let go of Sai when they reached the small
area reserved for the band. They were far from the main activities, which
explained in part why no one had noticed the music. The other reason for the
lack of attention was simple...
"What you
are playing is boring as hell, guys. Do you want to put us to sleep or what?
I�ve heard better even in human villages. What you do is worse than plain old
human music."
The members of
the small orchestra gave her irritated looks, but continued playing their
instruments as if she was not interfering. They were from varied species of
youkai, all of them aloof and full of themselves. They were dressed as if they
wanted to blend in the background, their formal kimonos in plain brown and grey
colors with black obis. A couple of humanoid reptiles were playing a Biwa lute and a koto, their claws filed to prevent them
from cutting the strings of the delicate instruments. A bird of some sort with a
long pointy nose and pure white wings sprouting out of its back was expertly
playing a dragon flute, and there was a trio of muscled animalistic boars with
tusks protruding out of their mouths in charge of the percussions. Or rather,
in charge of taking a nap while the others played their string and wind
instruments.
Ruffling his
feathers, the bird addressed her with a superior attitude.
"We are performing
traditional music in a style dictated to us by the Lady of this castle. Nothing more, nothing less."
Shrugging,
Kitana pushed him a little more.
"Then if
I asked you to play in a more lively way, would you do it for me?"
The bird took
another look at her out the corner of his eyes.
"It would
be ill-advised to play one of our instruments in any other way."
"And why
is that?"
A disdainful
smirk appeared at the corners of the bird's beak.
"Well,
these instruments are demonic by nature; they feed off youki and life energy. A
crowd such as this would be easily possessed by these. No one would be able to
stop dancing, and some may even faint from the lack of energy."
Kitana shrugged
once again.
"Well, it
wouldn�t kill them, and at least it would be entertaining, don't you agree,
flutist?"
The bird
cocked his head to the side and slowly, a sly smile reached his mouth.
�Hn. What do you want exactly, young girl?�
�What I want
is rather simple. Will you help us have a more pleasant night, musician? Or do
I need to help you do so?�
On these
words, she rattled her claws on the rim of one of the drums quite rapidly,
taking care not to touch the leather itself.
��Kitana, maybe it would be wise to listen to
him, after all he knows these instruments better than you do, don�t you think?
Beside we don�t need to play music with them to dance, they are already playing
a waltz, why don�t we dance on their music?�
The onyx
skinned female looked at the petite form of the marten and smiled in a way that
confused her. She was still angry and her wrath was apparent in this unpleasant
smile.
�Sai, if you
think this is music, then you are sorely mistaken. We
will dance, and then you will understand the difference. Now, let�s see what
these guys can do!�
She whirled
around and in two fast strides she was facing the trio of bored boars, the
drummers who didn�t have much to do in this evening. Their instruments were not
really necessary in traditional music, and they had watched the bold female�s
antics with interest. Maybe their night wouldn�t be that bad after all, if the
crowd and the black skinned girl were to be possessed by a feisty spirit. They
straightened a little when Kitana approached them, sending each other amused
glares and waiting for her to do something, anything that would alleviate their
boredom.
�Hey guys. How
are you doing tonight? Want to shake this place a little bit? Think you can
follow me?�
The three
boars looked at each other, bemused but also amused by her frank and
provocative approach. The bird had asked for their presence because they were
known as a fine trio of drummers, but so far the songs he chose did not need
their talents. They were powerful in their own right, and had no attachment to
the Lady of this castle if other than receiving their retribution, but goods
and food were nothing to them compared to the pleasure of playing their
instruments. The smaller one, who was also the oldest, addressed the black clad
female.
�Well, little
lady, the real question is will you be able to keep up with us?�
A crooked and
toothy smile was his answer. Kitana came closer to the small boar, facing him,
and closed her eyes. She took her time to absorb herself into the song that was
being played, subtly marking the beat with small touches on the drum. Slowly,
she opened up her eyes and grinned at the boars before aggressively hitting her
drum with the tip of her fingers, exactly on the off-beat.
The sound that
resonated was crisp and sharp, and accentuated a high note of the flute. She
waited for the same sound to come up again then repeated her movement, all the
while looking at the percussionists. The fourth time, she added two other
sounds, making a triplet of two high notes and a grave, resonating low note.
The triplet
repeated itself five or six times before one of the boars reacted to it. It was
with a well placed duo of notes that he answered her, inserting the notes right
in between her own, making it sound as if they were calling and answering to
each other. After a couple of repetition, the younger brother couldn�t help to
enter the melody and he did it with brio; a series of seven notes entered the
improvised partition, sometimes just emphasizing the others by being played at
the very same moment, sometimes adding a sound where there were none.
The flutist�s
smile was growing larger and even more wicked, when he actively entered the new
beat with his instrument. With a sharp glance in their direction he pushed the
reptiles to do the same, and a few moments later a lively and rhythmic melody
was coming from their little group.
Sesshomaru
could have rolled his eyes at the antics of the black skinned creature if he
hadn�t been in such a bad mood. A similar night in her company came to his
mind, only to be buried under the weight of his sadness and anger. Loneliness
came back with a vengeance as he was not part of anything this time, only a
secondary character peeping from the shadows on a scene where he had no role to
play. But no matter how much it hurt to be the witness of this scene, he could
not go away. Not yet. Not when he had started to receive her emotions again. He
closed his eyes, savouring the music which was truly wild and magic, and opened
them up only to be once again trampled by the harshness of reality.
Before him,
Kitana had put the drum back on the floor and had turned toward Sai with an
almost predatory gleam in her eyes. He recognized this gaze; although it was
still a golden and black one, it was the same as when the female was tracking
her prey with him at her side. She was intent on the kill, or rather on getting
to what she wanted, and the pursuit had begun.
Sai backed up
a little under this intense glare but had no time to move further away; Kitana
was encircling her waist with her right arm, her leg wrapping behind the
youkai�s knee. Eyes wide open in surprise, the young marten felt her blood boil
in her veins and her heart beat stronger than ever when her partner reached
down with her other hand and barely touched her thigh, languorously moving up
until she reached the bottom of the dress. Stiffly, she swallowed the saliva
that had pool in her mouth and tried to calm down. She couldn�t say a word of
protest or acceptance as Kitana�s hand continued to move a little further up,
grazing her hip. Instead, she placed her own hand on the waist of her partner
and together, they started to move on the music.
Atop the roof,
hope was loosing its battle. Sadness, loneliness and resentment were slowly
eating it away, bit by bit, chunk by chunk, and the small amount that was still
resisting destruction shivered under the sight of the couple dancing in the
courtyard.
At first, the
assembled youkai had moved toward the music in a reflex motion. The event was
not particularly entertaining, except for those who wanted to chat idly while
sipping sake or eating, and most of the youkai was ready for something to
happen, anything. The children were the first to join Sai and Kitana, happily
bouncing and running around the musicians and them. The first adults to arrive
were startled to see the two females dancing together in a most intimate way,
following the rhythm of the music with mere inches of air between them, but
youkai were no humans and their level of inhibitions had nothing in common.
Most of them simply shrugged the idea of a couple of females as just another
youkai eccentricity, and the rest were too afraid of retribution by the marten
to say a word. In a matter of minutes after the beginning of the rhythmic melody,
the whole courtyard was moving with the beat, couples turning and dancing,
single people finding a partner or moving on their own to follow the music. As
more people entered the dance, their energy filled the air and the instruments
started to feed on it, slowly intensifying the music. The night would be a hot
one.
�Aren�t they
sensual, Sesshomaru-sama? I could be fooled and think they are both little
vixens� And tonight they will be mine, both of them� Thank you for bringing
Kitana here with you, my Lord��
Sesshomaru
came out of his trance like immobility when the fox�s mocking words reached
him. With his face as blank as ever, he appeared to be totally detached of the
scene unfurling down below, but the damn Yoko had just lit the match that would
set his soul on fire. The pressure accumulated in the last day while he was
trying to determine if his friend had turned against him, or if it was just a
strategy to spy on the enemy, was finally breaking down his barriers. Not even
blinking, he swirled around faster than the eye could see and struck at the fox
with his claws, but his opponent was a cunning creature; he had expected to
fall victim to such an attack and was gone as soon as the last words left his
lips.
The taiyoukai
lost no time searching for his prey; he jumped down into the courtyard, where
he stood for a moment in the midst of the dancers. The Yoko was right ahead,
and he was talking with Kitana, apparently asking her for a dance. Sesshomaru
straightened up and started to walk toward them, navigating expertly and easily
between the dancing couples. With each step he took his resolve grew stronger;
he would assess the loyalty of his former ally by himself. He should never have
cared about gossips, after all appearances are often deceptive. Something
important had started to grow between the two of them way before they set foot
in this fortress, something he wanted to see flourish and bloom, or be
destroyed by his very hand. He would not be cast aside, wrapped in his
loneliness, without a fight. And if the betrayal was true, then the wretched
couple of vermin would have their lives taken away this very night, for he
would not allow his hopes to be desecrated by some insignificant perverted
murderers. As for Kitana� He would decide her fate
later, if he ever needed to.
He reached the
trio just as the fox extended his hand for Kitana to take, and then turned to
face him with a devious smile on his lips.
�Lord
Sesshomaru. I didn�t know you would be here with us tonight. You honor us.�
The white
haired dog did not pay any attention to the hypocritical bow of the spy;
instead, he was focused on Kitana. The woman was absolutely immobile, looking
at him with wide eyes and clenched jaws. She was not one to be violently forced
to obey, as she had demonstrated countless times in the past. He would have to
speak with her to understand what was going on, and she wouldn�t allow that if
he slayed her suitors beforehand. He schooled his face in his perfect mask of
indifference, nothing of his inner struggle visible from the outside, and with
a slight bow of the head he extended his hand to Kitana.
�Would you
grant me the pleasure of dancing with you?�
He could never
have anticipated her reaction.
As he
straightened a little to look her in the eyes, a
overpowering wave of fear washed over him, taking his breath away as a blow to
the stomach would have done.
How could she
be frightened by him?
This very
thought was extremely upsetting to Sesshomaru. Not understanding, he locked
gaze with her and in her eyes, he saw only the confirmation of what he felt;
she was afraid of him, and as he frowned in confusion, her fear grew even
stronger.
Around the
four of them, people continued to dance, forced to do so by the enchanted
music, but an empty circle was slowly being created in the courtyard, with them
in the middle of it. Sai was slowly retreating to one side, doing her best to
increase the distance between her and the other three while taking care not to
be bumped by the dancers. The atmosphere in the courtyard was bizarre and wrong, youkai dancing on a joyful music with fear distorting
their faces was not a normal sight. Tension was escalating as the white and
black creatures stared at one another, one with an impassive expression, the
other starting to shake under the pressure. Even the fox decided it was best to
move away, and with a light sheen of sweat on his brow he followed his lover,
judging it would be best to observe from a distance.
�I� I can�t��
Sesshomaru
inhaled deeply, smelling the disgusting aroma of fear coming from the youkai
surrounding them, but he could not decipher the meanings behind her strange
spicy scent. Adrenaline pumped through his veins in a response to the olfactory
stimulation and his heartbeat raised accordingly. He
could only rely on their bond to know more about her disposition, and what he
felt was unpleasant.
�Are you
afraid of This Sesshomaru, woman? I merely asked for a dance.�
Fascinated, he
followed the movement of her throat as she swallowed nervously, and he caught
her chin in his hand when she turned her head away from him.
�Answer me.�
His forceful
tone of voice seemed to awaken some courage in the black skinned woman, and her
voice was more firm when she spoke.
�I won�t dance
with you. I don�t want anything to do with you anymore, Sesshomaru. I wished
you would understand by yourself. Leave me alone!�
She removed
her face from his grip and defiantly stared at him, anger laced within her
fear. He had seen such reactions in cornered animals, and he knew what could
come out of it. When terrified preys found the strenght to fight back, even the
more placid herbivore could transform into a killing machine. And this woman
was by no mean a harmless grazing beast.
The courtyard
was teeming with life, youkai were engaged in a merry dance upon which they had
no control even though they would all have turned tail and fled long ago if
given the choice. The presence of a crowd of onlookers did not please the
taiyoukai; he would not be made a fool of in front of his mother�s vassals.
Knowing her weapons as well as his own, in a flash of white he wrapped his fur
pelt around Kitana and grabbed the resulting lump with his arm, before forming
a luminous ball of youki around them and carrying her away from the feast.
--
He let go of
her as soon as they hit the ground, about halfway from the courtyard to his
chambers. He intended to reach the secluded garden but she prevented it by
struggling so much he couldn�t hold onto her anymore. He unfurled his furs
rapidly, and pushed her in an alleyway that separated two adjoining buildings,
away from prying ears.
To his relief,
she wasn�t afraid anymore. Her fears had been replaced by a righteous annoyance
bordering on anger, but retaliating to her kidnapping was clearly not her
intentions. She was standing before him and he couldn�t help to notice how the
silky material of her clothes accentuated the beauty of her natural curves and
revealed the tone of the muscles hidden beneath them; he walked toward her.
�What�s your
problem, Sesshomaru? What the hell do you think you are doing?�
He cocked his head slightly to the right, and
stopped about three paces from her. At this distance, he could feel her
emotions as well a his own, and it reassured him.
Skimming through the waves of different feelings and wondering how this
creature could keep her cool with so many emotions swirling wildly inside her,
he tried to understand what she was up to. He was not fond of unnecessary
conversations, and if he could learn the truth about her loyalty to him, if he
could know if it still existed or not without asking, he much preferred it this
way.
And he found it; deep within her heart, was
hidden what he was searching for.
He crossed the distance that separated them in
a single step and his hand caught her by the nape of her neck, his fingers
tenderly but firmly pressed against her flesh. Her true flesh, soft and smooth
and warm, not dull and artificial like the suit she wore. He pulled her to him,
never letting go of her eyes with his own intense gaze. He felt her hands press
against his armored chest as she tried to regain her balance,
and his skin beneath all these protective layers of metal and silk seemed to
burst open in flames under her unvoluntary touch. Before surprise wore off, he
caught her lower lip between his own and sucked on it lightly, then more
eagerly, tasting it with the tip of his tongue. His eyes closed under the
blissful sensation that the kiss gave him, satisfaction and need intertwined
together to create a contradictory emotion that travelled through his veins to
the depths of his chest. He intensified the contact, forcefully taking over her
lips, heat spreading down to pool at his abdomen and groin. Suddenly, the
warmth that was now taking over his whole body reached up to his face in a
burning sensation.
He had been slapped.
He opened his eyes only to discover the angry
face of his partner, of the one he wanted to become closer to. He frowned under
the intensity of her wrath; this reaction was not what he expected.
�What the hell got into you, dog boy? Are you
going crazy?�
Her hands were not on him anymore, and the
distance between them had reached astronomical proportions. She was waiting for
an answer, and she would get one.
�Do you deny having feelings for me, woman?�
For an instant Kitana looked stunned and confused.
She shook her head and managed to speak a few words.
�Feelings? For you?�
�We share a mutual attraction; it would be
foolish to lie to ourselves any longer and pretend it does not exist.�
A hiss escaped her lips and her tail swiped
around her twice before calming down.
�Oh, the nerves of
you! Don�t tell
me you suddenly grew a heart, and at the worst moment ever! Why couldn�t you
continue to ignore these so-called feelings? What triggered this� this
behavior, suddenly? I told you, I want nothing to do with you anymore. Isn�t it
clear enough for you?�
�Your words have no meaning to This Sesshomaru.
The purpose of your acts of betrayal was only to gain the trust of our enemies.
That is clear enough to me now. So tell me, why ignore something that would
please both of us?�
Under his eyes, the flaring anger of the dark
predator modified her stance and straightened her up, and it was in a low, icy
tone of voice that she answered him.
�Gain the trust of our enemies? You mean your
enemies! Don�t you see how you forced me to do your bidding? Under the cover of
friendship you manipulated me and used me, Sesshomaru. Then as I desperatly
tried to please you, another path was opened to me, and I gladly took it. You
speak of me betraying you, but don�t you see how it was you who betrayed my
trust first of all? Then you arrive, mounted on your high horse, speaking about
feelings and trying to erase it all with a kiss, a kiss for goodness sake! Who
do you think you are, dog?�
Once again, doubt insinuated itself in Sesshomaru�s
soul. He had been comforted when he found in her the same tenderness and love
that was present this fated day in Bokusenou�s forest, and he had taken it for
granted that it was directed toward him, but what if� What if it was not? She
often spoke about the difficulty to understand the cause of an emotion she
received from another person. What if his understanding was totally wrong? What
if what she said was true, that she really wanted to sever the link between
them? Not only the mental link, but the relationship they had started to share?
Was it really a mistake he made that created this whole mess, this rift that
kept growing between them?
�Answer my question, woman. Do you deny your
feelings for This Sesshomaru?�
His face was like a mask, his white clad body
tall and strong and cold. Standing before him, her forms the darkest shades of
black, was this female who was maybe not as tall and as strong, but who had an
even colder attitude.
�I do not deny anything; I cared for you. But not anymore. Go your own way, and I will do the same.
Don�t you understand how the link beween us clouded your judgment and
manipulated you in believing you love me? Don�t you see the wrongness of it
all?�
His earlier eavesdropping on her conversation
with Sai in the courtyard, the words that hurt him so much at that moment, were
nothing compared to the icy shower he just received from her. All warmth left
his voice as he answered with a question.
�The wrongness?�
�Yes.�
She backed again, before jumping backward and
landing five feet high upon the side of the closest white alabaster wall. Her
black toes with their three inches long claws clung to the vertical surface and
supported her entire weight, her tights and calves tensing under the pressure
as she crouched and settled with her eyes level to the taiyoukai�s intense
golden gaze.
�Isn�t it clear to you by now that the stupid
link between us amplifies any emotion we share? Mere amusement triggers
laughthers, mutual anger becomes rage, friendship
grows into full blown love. Can�t you see how we can be made the fools of a
sinister farce if we don�t pay attention to these similar emotions and prevent
them to reach uncontrolled heights?�
He did not answer; her words were like poison
to him, sullying what had become pure to his eyes. How he wished he would never
have wanted anything more than platonic companionship with the otherworldly
creature. His heart that was once so well protected, to the point of being
thought absent or frozen by all others, was now at risk of being destroyed by
the acid that flowed from her mouth as well as in her veins. To his mind came
back all these days spent in hell doing his best to ignore the way his body
reacted to her proximity, all his time lost thinking about how she had sparked
his curiosity to the point where he would track her down rather than let her go
away, fight a dragon rather than let her die. He relived the endless hours
spent meditating to try to halt the flow of emotions she involuntarily sent to
him. Then he saw how his mind opened up to his heart instead of suppressing its
calls, his discovery of the place she had carved for herself in his soul, in
his flesh, and his reluctance at admitting the evidence of his attachment to
her. Finally, he saw the events of that fated day in Bokusenou�s forest where
he plunged in the deepest parts of his soul to rescue her, finding not only
what he expected to find, but also a strongly rooted love for the black female
that turned his life upside down.
In a few choice phrases, she had just spat upon
all the turmoil he fought against in the last months, on his victory against
the emotions he despised so much and the strength that they gave him when he
learned how to control them. She had spat on his feelings for her, on her own
love for him, and she was definitely turning her back to him.
�I see. It appears you prefer the company of
vermins over all I can offer to you. They will use you as well. Your days as a
slave are just beginning.�
She chuckled.
�Don�t be afraid, I told you I would never be a
slave again. They will use me, of course, but they won�t hide it under the
cover of friendship or love. With them, I can be myself, kill all I want
without the guilt that comes with it. Hell, they will even pay me for doing
it!�
He wanted to jump up and erase the wicked smile
that was settling upon her face with his claws, but each one of his feet were
so heavy now he didn�t think he could even move.
�Hn. Then do as you wish.�
Her smile widening, she bowed to him and jumped
up higher on the opposing wall, before reaching the roof where she disappeared.
Alone in the alleyway, the impassive taiyoukai turned around and started
walking back to his own quarters. His thoughts were in a terrible chaos and he
fought hard to restrain and cage his feelings. Old habits die hard though, and
soon enough the turmoil of conflicting emotions caused by the ebony traitor was
safely locked away, ready to be forgotten. For an instant, he entertained the
thought of tracking and killing the trio, but he could not bring himself to do
it. Oh, of course the fox and marten would meet their end if they ever wander
in his path, but Kitana� He couldn�t kill her more than he could kill Rin or
himself.
When he reached the architectural wonder that
had been his father�s chambers, he hesitated before the stairs. A sudden desire
to leave this nightmarish place at full speed, to go back to his life of
wandering and forget the last months of his life came to him. How blissful it
would be to see Rin running at him with the kappa in tow, and never again set
foot in this fortress that only brought him harm and sorrow. But at the same
instant, his vision was filled with the image of Naraku�s disgusting body, his
maniacal laugh echoed in his ears, the pungent smell of his miasma invaded his
nostrils and he removed the very idea of fleeing from his mind. The hanyou was
the embodiment of every evil that had befallen him in his life, every loss that
he suffered, the perfect target for his wrath, and tomorrow he would be within
his reach. He had no doubt about his mother�s abilities at finding his nemesis,
once she was sent on a track she did not relent until her prey was caught. And
it would maybe give him the occasion to destroy the filthy vermins that dared
to take what was rightfully his. Oh yes, he would not leave this place with
them still standing; he could smell their musky odor somewhere close by, as
they were probably searching for their newst paytoy. Tomorrow would be the last
time they would see the sun rise, and soon enough Naraku�s days would also come
to an end.
In its corner, hope took a last breath, closed
its eyes and exhaled, its death not even noticed.
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