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[whirling-fangs]

[ comfort / argue] - inosuke finds out about douma's hand in kotoha's death. naraku tries to defuse/comfort.

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. // accepting!!!!!

ft. @cryopathiic ♥

Inosuke could feel the blood pumping at his temples. A relentless beat, the only sound his eardrums could still pick up above the white noise that filled his brain.

Time itself seemed to have crawled to a start. Each sensation rippled tenfold across Inosuke's skin, the itch of the tag at the back of his shirt, the touch of his own hair brushing against the skin of his neck as his shoulders heaved up, down, with each heavy breath he took. The flow of air from his nostrils to his lungs, a storm raging inside his chest.

Fingers curled into fists, unkempt nails digging into the skin of his palms. He didn't even realize that he was biting into his own lip until the metallic taste of blood flooded his tongue.

"You knew. You fucking knew everything from the start. Right?!"

Bile mixed with blood across his tastebuds. His body seemed to be consuming itself under the rage that welled up in his chest. The steam built up, and up, reaching dangerous levels.

A vein popped across the teen's forehead, poking through the dark bangs that fell before his eyes. They clouded his vision more than usual as he slouched, curling up around himself like a spring being rewound, until the second it would break loose again.

"You knew... and you did nothing. That bastard killed my mom... and nobody made him pay for it! He should be a corpse rotting out in the wild, but he's still there!"

The boy's bare feet shuffled across the ground, like a bull's hooves would scratch the earth before it charged. His entire body had become a single muscle, seized up to the limit.

He refused to let the memories keep coming. Ever since he had caught sight of that pendant around the bastard's neck, ever since the first flashes had come to assault his mind again... he hadn't been able to close his eyes. The moment he relaxed, they would come to him again. Those wide emerald eyes filled with tears, blood spilling from those painted lips, slender hands reaching out to him as he fell, and fell, and fell...

And he stood there. Prismatic eyes, and that same lotus-shaped pendant hanging from his neck. How often Inosuke's little hands must have reached for it, intrigued by the item's shine.

"I'm gonna KILL him. I'm gonna gnaw his face off and crush his eyeballs with my bare hands! I'm gonna make him pay a thousand times, and you can't stop me!"

There was no exchange of words. Inosuke barely motioned towards the door that Naraku had already come to stand between the boy and his target. An impassable wall.

A bodyguard.

If Inosuke wanted to take Douma's life, he would have to take Naraku's first. And at this very instant, the thought didn't seem so ludicrous.

There was a roar, and Inosuke lost track of his own motions. Something else took control, a force that had festered inside his chest until it became so large, so wild that no amount of humanity could keep it in. He lunged at Naraku with all the force in his body, the spring unwounding, muscles exploding with all the brutality that ten years spent in the wild had allowed him to build up.

He punched. He slapped. He clawed. Every inch of skin that he could reach would feel the fury of his wounded soul, tears streaming down his face, clouding his vision in the same blur that shrouded his mind. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear. His body had grown numb from all the yelling, all the hitting.

Inosuke could not feel a thing anymore.

Perhaps it was for the best.

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