The sight of the evil stone sent an involuntary shiver down Kagura's spine, calling out to something primal deep within her - the Kyuubi. The malevolent fox craved the stone's essence. It was a mere fragment of the Kyuubi's true power, barely a fraction, but it belonged to the evil creature, and that's all the reason it needed to reclaim the stone. In order to that, the Kyuubi would need to warp its host's desire into something else, something to suit its needs.
In her mind's eye, Kagura saw herself standing over Yomi - a hole in the head, clothes shredded, and body ravaged with lacerations - while holding the sesshouseki in her bloodstained hand like a trophy. This Yomi was wrong. She wasn't the ideal Yomi that Kagura had wished for. She was a mistake. Kagura had made a mistake when reviving her. She had allowed the sesshouseki to take hold of her beloved sister, but no matter, all she had to do was remake Yomi, again. She had the power of a god at her fingertips; she just needed to give in. Kagura could control it if she tried; she was certain of it.
The pain on Kagura's shoulders barely registered. Instead, Kagura's hand involuntarily slowly crept towards the sesshouseki. If Yomi looked up she would have seen the Kyuubi's yoryoku blotting Kagura's eyes black, and her now golden pupils turning into slits, taking on a feral look. Her tongue lasciviously snaked out to lick her lips. TAKE IT... RIP IT OUT... THAT THING IS YOURS... OURS... SHE IS OURS... DO AS YOU PLEASE... DEVOUR HER... DESTROY HER...
Lust, possessiveness, obsession, power, and a host of other dark emotions that Kagura couldn't even begin to name corrupted her core, transforming her pure desire into something wanton. Kagura's fingers inched towards its target, her eyes dead, but at the last moment her fingers violently twisted, like something was trying to break free from the inside.
NO! Kagura tried wrestling her mind free from the Kyuubi's influence, and it was working. In the past, she had barely resisted the Kyuubi's call for a moment before ultimately succumbing to its overwhelming power, but things were different now. This place dampened her powers, including the Kyuubi's hold over her. What used to be a crowd of twisted voices was a mere devil's whisper now. In comparison to fighting a god in all its unholy might, this was child's play. The god was still there, but it was impotent, cut off from its full strength. Even then, this was a million times worse than what the sesshouseki used to do to her. I won't let you have her. I won't let you have Yomi!
Using a burst of mental power, Kagura took hold of the connection with the sesshouseki. Instead of evil intent, she poured her feelings towards Yomi in an attempt to sooth her. In place of hate, rage, and selfishness, warm feelings like love, care, and kindness poured through.
As Kagura controlled her ragged breathing, she tried to speak, to help them both regain some resemblance of control.
"It's... me... It's still... me... Yomi... Don't worry." Pain speared through her spine, like an electric shock, but Kagura largely ignored it, having felt worse many times in the past. She wouldn't give into the beast's mad cravings. "I almost gave in once, but one of my comrades pulled me back. It was terrible. So many people were hurt. That's why I resolved to never give in to this power ever again."
Her hand that had been reaching towards Yomi's forehead changed directions, snaking around Yomi's head and pulling her closer. Kagura laid Yomi's head on her shoulder and wrapped her other hand around Yomi's back, trying to comfort her. Kagura didn't know if she could ease Yomi's pain, but she'd do her damnedest to try.
"I love you, Yomi. That will never change," Kagura said, chastely kissing the side of the other girl's exposed neck.
"I'll never abandon you again. This time, I'll protect you." If she had to go up against the world, then so be it. Kagura would protect Yomi from the world, even herself if need be. Kagura had made a mistake in the past, but after living two years of hell without Yomi, Kagura was different. Now, she could accept everything about Yomi. The murder of Mei was inconsequential compared to Kagura's feelings for Yomi.
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In her mind's eye, Kagura saw herself standing over Yomi - a hole in the head, clothes shredded, and body ravaged with lacerations - while holding the sesshouseki in her bloodstained hand like a trophy. This Yomi was wrong. She wasn't the ideal Yomi that Kagura had wished for. She was a mistake. Kagura had made a mistake when reviving her. She had allowed the sesshouseki to take hold of her beloved sister, but no matter, all she had to do was remake Yomi, again. She had the power of a god at her fingertips; she just needed to give in. Kagura could control it if she tried; she was certain of it.
The pain on Kagura's shoulders barely registered. Instead, Kagura's hand involuntarily slowly crept towards the sesshouseki. If Yomi looked up she would have seen the Kyuubi's yoryoku blotting Kagura's eyes black, and her now golden pupils turning into slits, taking on a feral look. Her tongue lasciviously snaked out to lick her lips. TAKE IT... RIP IT OUT... THAT THING IS YOURS... OURS... SHE IS OURS... DO AS YOU PLEASE... DEVOUR HER... DESTROY HER...
Lust, possessiveness, obsession, power, and a host of other dark emotions that Kagura couldn't even begin to name corrupted her core, transforming her pure desire into something wanton. Kagura's fingers inched towards its target, her eyes dead, but at the last moment her fingers violently twisted, like something was trying to break free from the inside.
NO! Kagura tried wrestling her mind free from the Kyuubi's influence, and it was working. In the past, she had barely resisted the Kyuubi's call for a moment before ultimately succumbing to its overwhelming power, but things were different now. This place dampened her powers, including the Kyuubi's hold over her. What used to be a crowd of twisted voices was a mere devil's whisper now. In comparison to fighting a god in all its unholy might, this was child's play. The god was still there, but it was impotent, cut off from its full strength. Even then, this was a million times worse than what the sesshouseki used to do to her. I won't let you have her. I won't let you have Yomi!
Using a burst of mental power, Kagura took hold of the connection with the sesshouseki. Instead of evil intent, she poured her feelings towards Yomi in an attempt to sooth her. In place of hate, rage, and selfishness, warm feelings like love, care, and kindness poured through.
As Kagura controlled her ragged breathing, she tried to speak, to help them both regain some resemblance of control.
"It's... me... It's still... me... Yomi... Don't worry." Pain speared through her spine, like an electric shock, but Kagura largely ignored it, having felt worse many times in the past. She wouldn't give into the beast's mad cravings. "I almost gave in once, but one of my comrades pulled me back. It was terrible. So many people were hurt. That's why I resolved to never give in to this power ever again."
Her hand that had been reaching towards Yomi's forehead changed directions, snaking around Yomi's head and pulling her closer. Kagura laid Yomi's head on her shoulder and wrapped her other hand around Yomi's back, trying to comfort her. Kagura didn't know if she could ease Yomi's pain, but she'd do her damnedest to try.
"I love you, Yomi. That will never change," Kagura said, chastely kissing the side of the other girl's exposed neck.
"I'll never abandon you again. This time, I'll protect you." If she had to go up against the world, then so be it. Kagura would protect Yomi from the world, even herself if need be. Kagura had made a mistake in the past, but after living two years of hell without Yomi, Kagura was different. Now, she could accept everything about Yomi. The murder of Mei was inconsequential compared to Kagura's feelings for Yomi.