Kindred Spirits

Deep Seeded Emotion

Naraku turned his gaze to Hisuri, who's o tanto blade remained glowing with her aura and flames. Threatening to turn the yokai before her to ash by just a mere glance. Here he sat, the unrelenting sense of fear making itself known to Naraku. But that was not all, for deep within Naraku was another stronger emotion. Anger. And for what reason. The surprising sacrifice of the "Fallen Maiden Shinimi". Who's bitter smile was the last thing burned within the yokai's memory. As the image of the crimson eyed woman turning into nothing but dust in the wind. After the single swing of Hisuri's glimmering o tango blade. The very same blade which now rest upon Naraku's throat before Naraku could even react. The woman's brilliant amber orbs boring into Naraku's. For there was not a sliver of hesitation within the woman's gaze.

That was very clear to Naraku who swallowed a lump in his throat. Earning the painful burning sensation of silver flames which began to eat at Naraku's flesh at a rapid rate. Through gritted teeth Naraku was forced to look Hisuri in the eye. The glowing woman seeming to relish at his blatant fear. Fear that these were his final moments. That this Hybrid woman, created of both darkness and light would now be the harbinger of death for the yokai. "Any last words before you meet your demise?" Hisuri questioned, her grip upon her blade tightening against the weakened Naraku who snarled at her lowly. All the while watching the scene unfold was Sesshomaru. A small smile evident upon his face. Seeing the incredible power of his children.

For before him was none other his dear son Souma. His back to his father along with Inuyasha and his human companion Kagome. Though Souma's once raven locks which usually remained tied up was now the shade of a winter's snow. His body oozing with a magnificent silver aura rippling around him in the shape of a continuous burning flames. Flames that stretched out at Souma's feet before outlining a circle around Sesshomaru and the others. Creating a barrier of silver flames licking at the surface. Protecting the group while Souma kept a watchful eye upon his sister. Hisuri's long flowing white locks whipping around her violently around her, just as was her fire shaped aura. Threatening to devour Naraku where he sat. Below her, which was exactly what he deserved and so much more. For the crimes of decimating the "Celestial Realm", causing the untimely death of her mother. Third for daring to invade the Western Lands that belonged to her father. Hisuri had just about had it. As even in that divine form of hers another side of her stirred.

A darker side of the "Hybrid Being" wishing nothing more than to see Naraku's blood spilt. Wondering what shade of red would form around his body. How his body would plop into its own sea. Yes, this is what that side wanted. To watch this horrible yokai pay for all his sins, with his life. This was not something new for Hisuri. As since she was a child she often struggled with this other personality of hers. Always manifesting when angered or under a lot of stress. The personality would appear. Cold and murderous. Destroying all in her path without a thought. Leaving Hisuri's hands covered in blood many times. The blood sometimes of servants and sparring partners. Accidents of course. Though it was one of the reasons Sesshomaru believed his daughter should remain within the villa.

Knowing the inner struggles of his daughter; Sesshomaru had many teachers who tried their best to aid Hisuri. But to no avail, and yet the moment Shizuka was welcomed back into the world of the living. Hisuri's fits suddenly lessened, almost as if surpressed by the appearence of her mother. But now things were different. As Shizuka had yet to truly gain back all of the divine power she had lost upon her death. For the blood of a Celestial Being was indeed their power. Their very essence. And with most of her divine blood wasted upon the ground around her and given in order to keep Hisuri safe deep within her womb. Shizuka at the moment was a mere fraction of her past self. Something she was well aware of and determined to regain her lost power. But for now she would be incapable of reeling in all of that access power from Hisuri. It all now rested upon the shoulders of Hisuri herself.