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quirkysmuse) wrote2005-07-19 09:58 am
quirkysmuse) wrote2005-07-19 09:58 am
Inuyasha, "Magic Tricks" Naraku, Kohaku, PG-13
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: Magic Tricks
Genre: Horror/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Warnings: violence, murder
Characters: Naraku+Kohaku, and some implications
Summary: Naraku's being a real bastard again, putting Kohaku on dispaly to do tricks to show his minions. It is a very loose and metaphorical interpretation of the theme.
Magic Tricks
“He can do all sorts of tricks,” Naraku cackled, turning his dark eyes to an audience of minions. He heard clamoring sprout from them, hooting and dancing with tentacle claps of wicked delight.
He turned to his puppet, extending his arm and forwarding a ray of harsh light onto him for display. The audience salivated in anticipation for their master’s show.
“He can kill villagers with just one order. He performs jobs perfectly, clean and sound,” Naraku continued, motioning to a minion that waited by his side. The demon brought something to Kohaku, and the audience gasped as another prize had come forth. “Now watch closely, everyone.”
The poor young woman was terrified. She had been brought within this demon’s lair and was being put on display in front of the most horrifying creatures. Her legs and arms were bound, and she was not even allowed to scream with the gag wrapping so roughly through her teeth and squeezing around her skull. She looked up into the light of a boy that stood over her. He held a sickle in his hand, and although he appeared to be human, he was definitely not in control.
“Kill her, Kohaku. Show everyone what you can do,” Naraku purred viciously. The unnamed woman shook her head pleading for her life. He brought down his sickle, and she let out a muffled scream. The audience went wild, and some of them charged to the front to lap up the pools of blood.
“Perfect! Now that is a magic trick!” Naraku roared with laughter, embracing his prize with his frenetic hands. A single tear escaped down Kohaku’s cheek beyond Naraku’s notice.
With that tear the real magic appeared, proving that sorrow and regret still existed somewhere within him, a broken doll without a free soul.
Title: Magic Tricks
Genre: Horror/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Warnings: violence, murder
Characters: Naraku+Kohaku, and some implications
Summary: Naraku's being a real bastard again, putting Kohaku on dispaly to do tricks to show his minions. It is a very loose and metaphorical interpretation of the theme.
Magic Tricks
“He can do all sorts of tricks,” Naraku cackled, turning his dark eyes to an audience of minions. He heard clamoring sprout from them, hooting and dancing with tentacle claps of wicked delight.
He turned to his puppet, extending his arm and forwarding a ray of harsh light onto him for display. The audience salivated in anticipation for their master’s show.
“He can kill villagers with just one order. He performs jobs perfectly, clean and sound,” Naraku continued, motioning to a minion that waited by his side. The demon brought something to Kohaku, and the audience gasped as another prize had come forth. “Now watch closely, everyone.”
The poor young woman was terrified. She had been brought within this demon’s lair and was being put on display in front of the most horrifying creatures. Her legs and arms were bound, and she was not even allowed to scream with the gag wrapping so roughly through her teeth and squeezing around her skull. She looked up into the light of a boy that stood over her. He held a sickle in his hand, and although he appeared to be human, he was definitely not in control.
“Kill her, Kohaku. Show everyone what you can do,” Naraku purred viciously. The unnamed woman shook her head pleading for her life. He brought down his sickle, and she let out a muffled scream. The audience went wild, and some of them charged to the front to lap up the pools of blood.
“Perfect! Now that is a magic trick!” Naraku roared with laughter, embracing his prize with his frenetic hands. A single tear escaped down Kohaku’s cheek beyond Naraku’s notice.
With that tear the real magic appeared, proving that sorrow and regret still existed somewhere within him, a broken doll without a free soul.