Pins and Needles

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They had already dumped the girl's body in the river. It was Naraku's intention for the genocide of her family to be blamed on her, at least for a short while – by the time her body showed up, even her legacy would have been tarnished.

'He isn't even content with wiping out an entire family. He even has to destroy the memory,' the punkish-dressed girl thought sourly.

Kagura sniffed distastefully at the scene before her.

Bodies were strewn everyway. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, children – babies, teenagers – it really was an ugly scene. Not the ugliest she had ever seen; no, Naraku certainly had orchestrated much more gruesome scenes than this in the past…

But none before had consisted of wiping out an entire family.

Kagura had never known the love of a family. All she had ever known was existence as one of Naraku's minions, and she knew very well that such an existence was nothing like family. She would feel no remorse, were he and all of her peers beneath him wiped off the face of the earth. In point of fact, she longed for the day someone would do just that. She hated Naraku, she hated what he did, and she hated all those who did it for him. She served him because she had no other choice. Were she to do anything less, she knew he would not hesitate to destroy her.

That didn't stop her, however, from looking for little ways to rebel.

Pins and needles in his side – that was what she was. Every opportunity she got, she would choose her little battles. Small rebellions, she never missed an opportunity to disobey him. Ever crack in the wall weakened the foundation, after all – and someday – someday – Naraku would crumble. It was just her dream to speed up the process.

It was for that reason that Kagura hesitated when she saw the boy stir from the corner of her eye.

The few of their gunmen that were left were bustling hurriedly to remove the bodies of their own fallen. Kanna, in typical fashion, was doing nothing. She was simply standing, waiting silently at the docks for their departure. And Kagura, her own typical fashion, was prowling the scene restlessly, which was how she came to notice the faint signs of life.

The woman froze, wide eyed, and quick drew the monstrous handgun from the small of her back. She pointed it at the young man, startled by the movement.

'How the hell could he survive a blow like that to the head?' the young woman wondered in amazement.

The boy continued to stir faintly.

'Oh well. Guess I'd better just finish the job,' she thought on initial instinct, and started to pull the trigger ---

But hesitated as the possibilities started to fire through her mind.

'I bet it'd really hurt Naraku's plans if this one was left alive. Having a survivor to speak against him –'

And then –

'Maybe I could get put on some sort of a protection program. They'd think I was a hero – I could say I saved him. And I could give them enough information to bring down Naraku.'

Mass murdering of an entire family – and with her as an inside witness, with this boy – surely that would be enough to spur the police, the FBI, the military – whoever – to jump into action.

Yes – Naraku had managed to slide his way around the limelight until now. He was always very careful – always very thorough. Kagura knew that they were always trying to catch him – always trying to get some kind of hard evidence of his involvement in the underground, always trying to catch him on something big…

This was her chance.

He would never know what hit him.

Kagura left the island with the others. She was very careful to not say or do anything out of the ordinary; she suppressed the nervous tingles of excitement shooting through her stomach.

'Don't die kid. I need you alive,' she thought fiercely at the boy back on the island.

When they reached mainland she explained calmly that she was going back to double check that they hadn't left any evidence of their presence; she arrogantly shrugged off their offers to help or wait, and soon, Kagura found herself left alone on the island.

She was incredibly careful not to jostle him too much when she dragged him back to the boat. By the time she got him back to her little red sports car, however, she realized she would have to hurry pull this one off.

'Just stay alive. You're my ticket to revenge,' she thought gleefully, and with the roar of the engine and the squealing of tires, Kagura was on her way to freedom.

When an artery is involved, even pins and needles can kill.

Yeah, I know it's been a while. Life has been crazy-busy --- but I'll try to be updating a little more often… But I'm going to need some reviews to motivate me. I like this story, and I'd really like to finish it – so is anyone out there still with me?