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Freedom

Summary:

Naraku has one wish--to destroy Kikyo under any means possible, tied to his wretched bandit's heart. In his experiments, each incarnation he creates holds a sliver of his heart, but the one who his will beats the strongest within, is none other than Kagura.

The freedom she longs for seems impossible when she meets the woman he lusts for, feeling it all herself. But as she keeps seeking with hatred alongside affection, she finds that she may be as equally the solution to her problem...

Notes:

This is probably my oldest fic to date, created seven years ago. It seems I've had a love of rarepairs since the beginning, as well as messing with canon's timeline a lot to make stuff work as I want it to, so be aware of that if it bothers.

Otherwise, this one needs a lot of work, so I decided to rewrite it altogether into a drabble series, which I hope to update more frequently than the usuals. Not sure how many chapters it will take me, nor who's interested in such a niche premise outside of me--but we'll see how the story writes itself.

Chapter 1: Dirty Beating Heart

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A heart. It's a vile organ beating in a flesh clump, in a barrel for fermenting the luxuries of humanity's highest—it's an oddment of Kagewaki's property, the same as his flesh. Borrowed or stolen, the lines blur in these times. It matters not where new life brews, if it, if she even counts as that.

But she's decided to be a someone, to harbor soul. A head forms, eyes for viewing the pulse and horror, grey. Skin, for sensing the venom burn of miasma. A nose, for inhaling every bit of rot that permeates. Neck. Torso. Wet feet.

Kagura.