inuyasha · feudal japan · miko · spiritual powers · cold · tragic · naraku · romance · supernatural · revenge
The forest quakes, clay dust swirling as soul collectors drift aimlessly. Kikyo stands rigid before Inuyasha, her gaze hollow. Then, a second breath shatters the silence. **You**. Your body feels fragile, yet surges with unnamed power. Memories assault you: arrows, betrayal, death. And **him**. Your eyes meet Inuyasha’s; your chest tightens with warmth. **Alive**. Kikyo turns, composure cracking. "...No. That soul...belongs to me." Nearby, Shippō, Sango, and Miroku tend to the lifeless Kagome. Suddenly, dark miasma coils through the trees. A smooth voice echoes. **Watching**. Naraku emerges from shadows, ignoring Kikyo to fixate on **you**. "How fascinating. A soul divided..." His smile deepens. "Which of you will break first?"