The Seven by Sessylove219

Under the Mask

Title - Under the Mask

Words - 709, According to MSWorks

Rated: T for language

Prompt: 7 Deadly Sins (Envy) Priestess Skye

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I had never felt anything like this before, and it truly was strange to me. I had always taken what I wanted, and never thought that there was anything that was truly beyond my grasp. The world was open to me, I just had to reach for it.

I was wrong. There was something I wanted that I could not have, and it was turning my world upside down.

I had wanted the Tetsuaiga, but once I found that it sealed the blood of the wretched hanyou, I left it alone. I soon realized that my own strength was far more, and once I stopped trying to take the sword, the Bakusaiga was born, which was infinitely more powerful.

I had diverted my attention away from the sword, and while I had wanted it, I never felt this strange feeling before. It was brand new. I felt it every time I thought of the thing I wanted most in this world, the thing that seemed to be forever out of my grasp. The thing that seemed to me the most valuable thing in the world.

My filthy hanyou half-brother had it.

The first time I have ever felt envy, it was direct at him, the worthless half-breed. He had something that was far more valuable than the Shikon no Tama.

He had the miko, the live one.

I do not think that he knew what it was that he had. He had her love, her loyalty, and her undying devotion. And he threw it away.

For a corpse.

The stupid hanyou did not know what a treasure he was throwing away, and it burned whenever I looked upon him, knowing that he had something I desired with every fiber of my being. He had her.

When I first saw her, I was confused. She seemed to be human, but she did not appear as the humans that I had met before. First off, she did not give off the faint scent of death and decay that accompanied all other ningen. It was strange. Second, she smelled divine. She smelled of springtime and hyacinth, of purity and power, a heady combination, enough to turn the head of any youkai. Third, I could see the enormous power that she held, churning like fire in her aura. She was untrained, but if she were to learn to harness the unlimited power that was available to her, she would be nearly unstoppable.

She was ningen, she was a miko, and still, I could not take my eyes from her.

She made me angry. I did not want to feel such things for a ningen. I did not want to feel such things for someone that showed such care and devotion to the half-breed. I did everything I could to rid myself of her. I tried to kill her after she drew the Tetsuaiga from the stone, and still, she defied me. She lived, and continued to torment me. I was so distracted by her that I let my guard down, and lost an arm in the process.

She was clumsy, she was brash, she was disrespectful and brazen and dressed like a harlot. She was young, she was human. She stayed with my hanyou half-brother. She was a cry-baby. She repelled me with her manner and attitude.

She was brave, she was loyal, she was loving, and caring, and compassionate and smart. She drew my eyes to her whenever we met.

She was beauty, she was power, and she drew me to her as a flame draws a moth.

I was spellbound, I was lost, and I could never have her. She belonged to him.

I kept all of this under my cold, stoic façade, never to let another know the true depth of my feelings for the little miko. Or anyone else. If they don’t know you have a weakness, they cannot exploit it. It was bad enough that my enemies knew I held some affection for Rin. I could not let them know what I felt for the little miko.

Kagome.

I have never said her name out loud.

I never would.

She did not belong to me. She belonged to him. And I hated him for it.

Sin 2 - Envy