Thursday, June 9, 2005

I’ll Be Watching You: A Quiet Interlude
*episode 5*

The inn is on the edge of the village. Behind it is a hill which overlooks the whole area. A wind is blowing, toward the hill, across the inn, hiding anything on the hill from Inuyasha’s nose. Had this not been the case, he would have instantly recognized a particular scent: the scent of medicinal herbs, soil with a hint of decay, and, at the moment, the smell of rage. Rage, jealousy, hatred, these are the feelings in the heart of the woman who stands on the crest of the hill and watches the couple on the inn’s roof. She is dressed in the vestments of a priestess, and accompanied by several long, slender, pale white demons. Her emotions run unbridled across her face and in her scent, but if one could hear her thoughts, she would be saying this, “Damm! Damm that curséd girl. He is mine! But I never touched him like that. Our time together was brief, but still we did not touch each other in the casual, happy manner they do. If this proceeds, he will forget me. It must not happen that way. It’s my soul, she has too much of my soul. He will not abandon that portion of my soul for the one I now possess. There is only one course of action. I must do this. I must have all of my soul so that he will belong to me alone.” She draws her bow and fixes an arrow. She has been watching the distant scene with a marksman’s eyes, now she puts them to their proper use. The string is taught and her aim is pure. Before she can let fly, she hears footfalls from behind her. She turns her bow to confront this intruder, then lowers it and bows her head. “To what do I owe this honor?” she asks. A flash of orange eyes serves as her only answer. The priestess says, “This does not concern the jewel. One of us is enough, and by restoring my soul, my powers of purification will increase.” Her words are again answered only by silence and a constant stare. “The half-demon belongs to me, he himself has said as much. That girl seeks to take him from me.” A low noise comes from the silent one. “You’re protection? Is this your will, or your mistresses?” A slight nod is the only apparent answer. The dead woman seethes in frustration. She takes her arrow and snaps it in two. “I will obey her wishes: I will not kill the girl. But know this, I will have Inuyasha. If that requires that I defy Midoriko’s will, then that is what I shall do.” With that said, the priestess turns and walks away from the village. When she has gone far enough, the owner of the orange eyes makes her own way down the other side of the hill.
*The End*
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