A/N: Hello, people!
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DISCLAIMER: I AM ONLY PUTTING THIS DOWN ONCE BECAUSE THE WHOLE FIC IS A DRABBLE SERIES AND I DON'T WANT TO WASTE SPACE ON UNNECESSARY AUTHOR NOTES. I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF INUYASHA NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WANT TO. I DO NOT OWN THE PLACES THAT ARE RECOGNIZABLE. I DO NOT GET PAID FOR THIS, IT'S ALL GOOD FUN.
This fic is on Dokuga with the drabbles grouped together from 7-10 at a time.
She was small. Ever so small in the long haul. She was a creature born of intent, not even actually born like most beings were.
Often had the souls of departed ningen moved on to become youkai. It seemed that she was one of them. How did she go from being a miko in her life, to being a youkai in the next? And not even a youkai of at least middle standing. Like an oni perhaps. No, she was a flea.
When she had died in the final battle in order to give her friends the victory they so deserved, she hadn't thought much about what would happen after death, but there she was, in a minuscule body without any kind of powers and no possible way of defending herself beyond being so small that she was hard to see.
Everything was so large and if she wanted to make it across a glade by the end of the day, she'd have to hitch a ride on any animal that passed by.
Her body was so small and she craved. Craved things she had never craved before. As a flea, she knew that she craved blood. And she reluctantly consumed what she could off of birds, rabbits, felines, and anything that passed her by.
Kagome tried not to think about the fact that she drank blood. Tried not to consider how she enjoyed it. While now a youkai, she still retained her rather ningen thought process.
In fact, why was she even aware of her former life? Weren't reincarnations and such usually unaware of who they used to be?
A/N: The first is done!
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