Inuyasha, "Hers, Only" Kohaku/Midoriko
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quirkysmuseFandom: Inuyasha
Title: Hers, Only
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Kohaku, Midoriko, some mentions of Kikyou, Sango, and Sesshoumaru. If you squint hard enough, you might see Kohaku/Midoriko
Genre: Drama/Introspection
Word Count: 200
Notes: Chapter 456 was just so damn inspirational. I hope it fits the theme.
No matter how many masters had bound him, his blood always pulled him back to his roots – grasped tightly into a stagnant past that would not let him forget.
He could sleep in faraway forests, follow the footsteps of mikos, or even shadow the intentions of silver princes, but he could never leave his home of the taijiya village – he could never leave the cave, he could never leave her, and she would not let him.
You are my last hope, Kohaku.
Her voice – her legendary power blanketed his brain. And when he heard her, his shoulder burned and the blood of his long-buried kin illuminated his hands with soul painted stain.
In his mind, a part of her waited and caressed – preparing him for his duty, the reason he was denied the taste of dirt and bone.
Dutifully he nodded. Kikyou was not his master. Sesshoumaru was not his savior. His sister was not his sister-lover. Only she – the legendary Midoriko, who constantly drowned his mind with her aura and kissed his senses with her eternal struggle – was the person who filled him now.
His shortened breath, his brittle fate – on bended naked knees were submissively only for her.
Title: Hers, Only
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Kohaku, Midoriko, some mentions of Kikyou, Sango, and Sesshoumaru. If you squint hard enough, you might see Kohaku/Midoriko
Genre: Drama/Introspection
Word Count: 200
Notes: Chapter 456 was just so damn inspirational. I hope it fits the theme.
No matter how many masters had bound him, his blood always pulled him back to his roots – grasped tightly into a stagnant past that would not let him forget.
He could sleep in faraway forests, follow the footsteps of mikos, or even shadow the intentions of silver princes, but he could never leave his home of the taijiya village – he could never leave the cave, he could never leave her, and she would not let him.
You are my last hope, Kohaku.
Her voice – her legendary power blanketed his brain. And when he heard her, his shoulder burned and the blood of his long-buried kin illuminated his hands with soul painted stain.
In his mind, a part of her waited and caressed – preparing him for his duty, the reason he was denied the taste of dirt and bone.
Dutifully he nodded. Kikyou was not his master. Sesshoumaru was not his savior. His sister was not his sister-lover. Only she – the legendary Midoriko, who constantly drowned his mind with her aura and kissed his senses with her eternal struggle – was the person who filled him now.
His shortened breath, his brittle fate – on bended naked knees were submissively only for her.