Naraku's Faithful Servant

This feeling, it is Cold, and Dark, yet oh so pleasurable. Everywhere I look I can see death, and destruction. I can see Blood dripping down my hands, and I see only hatred, and loathing for every human being. The Human Race is disgusting, and undeserving. How can they think they deserve life when all they do is waste it? I chuckle lowly, and my voice echoes out from a rumble in my chest to the cold dead rotting walls of the house. I stop to sniff the blood in the air, and I can almost taste the Fear in the room. My Fangs are long, my nails have grown and sharpened to a deadly point. I can hear blood-choked screams for help that they, and I know will never come. Blood is covering the walls, and floor. The Crimson Red from their life's liquid drives me higher into my Bloodlust. The Crescent moon is shining in the window that has long been broken from a sudden entrance. Its' creamy light outlining my Person giving me an eerie shine. My eyes are blood red, and I am panting from the force of my lust. I lick my Fangs, and can almost taste his bodies life's liquid. I'm practically drooling over the Taste. I growl hungrily over the pleasurable feeling of his blood dripping down my arms, and off my pointed claws. I sniff the air, it is musty, and heavy with the metallic smell of fresh blood. I turn to my Human prey, who is cowering in the corner. "I think I'm gonna enjoy this."

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(Naraku and Sesshomaru convo. Sesshomaru starts talking first.)

"The human that you so ruthlessly murdered was Higurashi, Kagome. She had put an enchantment over herself to hide from the hanyou that made her suffer. If you truly loved her, you would have known that it was her."

"No, you are wrong."

"Do you doubt the word of the Lord of the Western Lands?"

"..."

"I will leave you to your death. Know that you will not be missed."

"Wait.....Please! Wait!"

"What is it, you are wasting my time, mire"

"Please..................save her."

"Do you know the consequences, should I choose to do this?"

"Yes I do... please save her... she's all I ever had."

"You never had her to begin with."

"Neither did you."

"I did not desire her as you did."

"But you still desired her."

"This is true but, had I wanted her, I would have had her."

"She wanted you."

"She couldn't have me."

"She always wanted the things that she couldn't have.

"As did you."

"I had it all."

"You had nothing and now you have less then that."

"I have my life."

"I am taking that away slowly as we speak."

"I have my heart."

"You gave it to the human."

"I have my soul."

"You have it because no one wants it."

"I have something that no one else has."

"And what is that?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be mine anymore."

"Tk. You really are worthless."

"That may be, but that makes me worth more than you."

"I wouldn't be insulting your lost loves savior if I were you."

"I am not myself right now."

"You never will be, you will die on this cold hard ground and your body will slowly wither away like the love she never felt for you."

"It's better to love and lost then never to have loved at all."

"Is it really? Is it really better to know that the one you love has died and never will love you the way you loved her? Is it really better to lose the one thing in your life that made you happy? Better to lose the heart you never had? Love is a useless emotion that I will never feel."

"Then I feel sorry for you."

"Don't, I have no need for your pity."

"Love feels unlike any joy you can get from winning a battle, it's better than defeating your greatest enemy, its like the morning sun that glistens off the dew on the snow pink sakura leaves on a summer morning. It feels like you are drowning in a never-ending sea of laughter.

You get intoxicated off the feeling and you cannot get enough of it. Wouldn't you rather have that feeling and loose it than never have had it at all?"

"No."

"Well love is one battle that you, Lord Sesshomaru, can never win."

"Love is not a battle. It is a war and I always win."

"How?"

"Crush the enemy emotionally and mentally until they are nothing but a shell of what they used to be."

"Bastard."

"No, I'm just doing what comes natural. I am, after all, The Killing Perfection."

"K-"

"Silence, I am done conversing with you, you have wasted more time than intended."

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"Do you know what it's like to be trapped in your own home? To feel locked in a never-ending torture that is your life? No matter what you do, it is always wrong and all of your options are obscured and blocked so much so that you can hardly tell if it is one or not. Do you know what it is like to be ensnared in the Dead Sea that used to be your mind? What about knowing that every day that you wake up means that you have to just sit and watch your body slowly decay from the inside; out?

I thought that maybe one-day, the lost cachinnation that once resided in this deteriorating carcass would some day, mayhap's, riposte itself inside of me, but that did not and will not ever happen.

Until you can understand that; until you can understand what it truly means to hurt, to feel pain and anguish. Until you can utterly and incontestably understand what it means to be verily woebegone, you will not and can not ever even begin to comprehend me."

"I see, then know that I know you more than anyone will ever and can ever know someone."

"You are spurious! You know not more about me than the knife that has curtailed my nefarious duration!"

"I know you more than you would like to think that I do."

"Surcease your torpid and senseless prevaricating, I have no need, nor desire to hear it. It is worthless and you are worthless. Let me alone."

"I know what you desire, I know what you need and want. I know exactly how you feel, I know exactly how the pain courses through your very vessels and refuses to stop its persistent throbbing as your heart continues to beat.

You do know what the feeling of loss is, how to feel pain and anguish but you do not know how far it can take you."

"Silence yourself! You know not of what you confabulate. You do not know how it feels to be me; you do not know what it feels like to have a cut that will not heal. To have a hole that continues to grow without your consent, you do not even know what it feels like to loose someone."

"That is where you are mistaken. For you see… I have lost someone. That someone was very special to me. That someone took the pain away and made me smile.

I would think about that person day after day and wonder if that someone was fairing well or even thinking about me. That someone made my heart swell and made me proud to know that person. That someone was my world the very essence of me lived in that someone.

But that someone did not even know me, did not know how I felt. That someone disregarded my love and spat it back in my face. Therefore, I let that person run free, let that person do as it wanted. I let it ignore me so it would find happiness.

I watched from behind as it bloomed from a small newborn, into a full-grown someone. Even now, that someone haunts my very dreams and refuses to let me sleep. That person caused me never-ending pain and to this day, a black abyss remains in the ice that I once called a heart.

My heart still lurches every time I think about that person. My eyes still start to water when I picture that person. My throat still constricts when I try to voice that person's name. My whole body trembles when I imagine that person near me.

Despite the pain that it caused me, that person made me the happiest someone in the entire universe, even the gods could not tare what I felt away from me. That person never loved me in any way and I do not blame it.

I know now that I am not deserving of love, I know now that I am forever going to remain in the darkness that I have created on my own account. So do not tell me about pain, anguish, sorrow or anything as thus, I know it all too well, more than you can ever even begin to fathom."

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Name: Amber. I recently acquired information on that name and found out that in Japanese Kohaku is Amber. I found that to be a very suiting name for my person.

Age: I am 17 years of age.

Hair color: I have Naturally light blonde Hair, though I occasionally wish it were Black so I could be more like Naraku-sama.

Eye color: Blue/gray with a golden color in the middle they change with my emotions.

Favorite Weather: Snow, and or a Thunderstorm.

Nationality: White

Category: Do not presume to put me in one of your Categories. But if you must know, people have often put me in the Category of Gothic, or Punk, or something of that Nature. It was only because of my Dark Nature though. I assure you I am not Gothic,or Punk, or in any of those categories you could think of. I'm in a class all my own. *Evil smirk*

Hobbies/interests: Writing, drawing, reading, and of coarse serving Master Naraku.

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I lick what is left of the blood off of my now retreating claws, and smile as it drips down from a corner of my mouth. I turn my back to what my bloodlust has caused, making my long black trench coat twirl, and I hop back out through the shattered window, laughing evilly. My eyes scan through the seemingly deserted streets, thick with a heavy Fog, and dark with the inky blackness of the night. My long black tail twitches anxiously under the trench coat, it's long wolf like layered fur swaying in the strange wind coming from seemingly nowhere. I spot my next victim, and lick my plump lips. I turn to look back behind me, and look straight at you. Yes I knew you were there the entire time, yet I sparred your life.

"Be grate full, Human. Next time you wont be so fortunate, for tomorrow I might not feel as magnanimous."

I flash an evil/seductive grin, and leap off. That strange wind blows, and a black Rose falls down in front of you.

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I must be off to do Naraku-samas' bidding. Farewell....for now. *Evil laughter*