Prov 41 / Quote
Title: Service Sector Vengeance
Author: Sensei
Rating: PG
Words: 433
Characters: Naraku POV
Summary: After reincarnation in the modern era, Naraku plots and schemes. So what else is new.
Naraku grunted as he lifted the rolled carpet remnant and carried it to the back of the store. It was musty, cumbersome, and he had just been headed to the break room for coffee. The ease of addiction in this era amazed him, and he was both a coffee and nicotine junkie to the core. He felt the patch pull on his upper arm as he shifted the unwieldy bundle on his shoulder.
Still, at least he was away from the desk for a few minutes. The middle-aged lady customer had whined and groaned about the quality of the carpet she'd bought, denying she'd understood that remnant meant remnant, not pristine top quality full-priced carpet. But he knew better than to argue with customers, and employee rage gave way so easily to apathy in this incarnation.
He watched the customer exit with her wad of cash, smiling as if she'd won the lottery. Like so many shoppers where he had found work after being resurrected-fully grown, penniless, and homeless-only six months before, the lady reminded him far too much of Kagura, may the bitch forever be damned.
Upon her dissolution before the pestilential Sesshoumaru, Kagura had cursed Naraku, and this was the result. He was destroyed by his enemies, then fated by the wind sorceress's dying breath to return to life in the far future, far from home, and far from any hope of power. And yes, customer service for the Home Depot on the south end of Peoria, Illinois was about as far from true power as the former hanyou mastermind could possibly find himself.
Nonetheless, he smiled as he flung the roll onto a stack in the back of the store, imagining it was Kagura's lifeless body. And it wasn't only having the bitch to blame for his current state that fueled his grin. Flinging that carpet let him know his former might was returning, and he knew precisely what he'd do first when he was back to his old demonic self. He'd pull Kagura from his body as he had once before and punish her properly. She'd be forced into labor as a Waffle House waitress or a back alley hooker. Or maybe both.
And as he breathed in the foul air of the break room, he felt that vengeance was increasingly within reach. Why, only the night before, he had awoken from nebulous dreams of swarming clouds raining black Skittles to find he'd exuded a miasma that could not possibly be explained as gas from all that Taco Bell and Mountain Dew. Could tentacles be far behind?
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Author: Sensei
Rating: PG
Words: 433
Characters: Naraku POV
Summary: After reincarnation in the modern era, Naraku plots and schemes. So what else is new.
Naraku grunted as he lifted the rolled carpet remnant and carried it to the back of the store. It was musty, cumbersome, and he had just been headed to the break room for coffee. The ease of addiction in this era amazed him, and he was both a coffee and nicotine junkie to the core. He felt the patch pull on his upper arm as he shifted the unwieldy bundle on his shoulder.
Still, at least he was away from the desk for a few minutes. The middle-aged lady customer had whined and groaned about the quality of the carpet she'd bought, denying she'd understood that remnant meant remnant, not pristine top quality full-priced carpet. But he knew better than to argue with customers, and employee rage gave way so easily to apathy in this incarnation.
He watched the customer exit with her wad of cash, smiling as if she'd won the lottery. Like so many shoppers where he had found work after being resurrected-fully grown, penniless, and homeless-only six months before, the lady reminded him far too much of Kagura, may the bitch forever be damned.
Upon her dissolution before the pestilential Sesshoumaru, Kagura had cursed Naraku, and this was the result. He was destroyed by his enemies, then fated by the wind sorceress's dying breath to return to life in the far future, far from home, and far from any hope of power. And yes, customer service for the Home Depot on the south end of Peoria, Illinois was about as far from true power as the former hanyou mastermind could possibly find himself.
Nonetheless, he smiled as he flung the roll onto a stack in the back of the store, imagining it was Kagura's lifeless body. And it wasn't only having the bitch to blame for his current state that fueled his grin. Flinging that carpet let him know his former might was returning, and he knew precisely what he'd do first when he was back to his old demonic self. He'd pull Kagura from his body as he had once before and punish her properly. She'd be forced into labor as a Waffle House waitress or a back alley hooker. Or maybe both.
And as he breathed in the foul air of the break room, he felt that vengeance was increasingly within reach. Why, only the night before, he had awoken from nebulous dreams of swarming clouds raining black Skittles to find he'd exuded a miasma that could not possibly be explained as gas from all that Taco Bell and Mountain Dew. Could tentacles be far behind?
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