[Inuyasha] The male protagonist is a yin sword

She used to be human.

But before she knew it, the time she spent as a plum blossom had far exceeded the time she had been a human being, and she couldn't remember what she was like in her previous life.

She watched the four seasons flow through the mountains and fields, the thick snow covered the forest, the fiery red maple filled the river, and all the withered things burst into bright colors again in spring.

Day after day, each day seems to be the same as the previous day.The long years have blurred her memory, and she doesn't quite remember what it's like to be human.

She became very lazy. When she didn't sleep, she would bask in the sun. Sometimes she looked at the white clouds in the sky, and it seemed like a whole day.

For hundreds of years, people have rested under her tree, and birds have stopped on her branches, and then once again spread their wings and flew to the high blue sky.

She doesn't feel envious.

Human beings are envious of birds, fish swimming in water and animals on the ground, but plum blossoms are not, and so is the plum blossom demon.

She lost the memory of being a human being, and lost the human feelings of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but she didn't feel pain. Even if she occasionally felt that a part of her body was empty, the slight melancholy would not stay for long.

There is nothing wrong with being a plum blossom. The world is plain and simple, and the laws of everything can be followed.

Sleeping and waking up, hundreds of years in the world have passed in a blink of an eye, and her mood has rarely fluctuated.She thought that her life would go on like this forever, repeating the trajectory of hundreds of years in a calm manner.

But on a winter night when the moonlight was falling with the snowflakes, she saw the boy standing under the tree.

He said plum blossoms are beautiful.

With a plop, there was a strange sound in her chest at that time.

Like buds bursting out of the branches, young shoots bursting out of the ground.When the silent blood suddenly started to flow again, something came alive under the dusty memory.

She hadn't heard the heartbeat in her body for so long that she almost forgot that she still had a heartbeat.

She almost forgot that she was originally a human being.

Cherry blossoms fall on the window sill, and the moonlight flows in the spring night.

The lost and recovered heart was beating in her body, she forgot the time and the world around her, her blood was burning hot with desire, and the love overflowing in her chest was almost about to burst, she faintly heard the sound of the knife , constantly calling her name in a low voice.

Xiaomei.

He tried to reach out and grab her, trying to wake her up a bit.

Xiaomei.

The warm and hoarse voice trembled suddenly.

She kissed the white and soft neck, thinking vaguely, he really looks like a beautiful crane.

The white bird, which was drenched in the rain, raised its elegant and slender neck, trembling and making a pitiful cry.

……

They hugged each other for a long time in that spring night that was as long as it seemed to be close to eternity, but also as short as a dream.

"...Xiaomei." A voice like a dream sounded in his ears, and Yin Dao suddenly held her tightly, pressing her into his arms, with such strength that his whole body was slightly convulsed and trembling.

His black hair wet with sweat was messy, and he hugged her almost absent-mindedly, like a drowning person hugging the only driftwood. At that brief moment, instinct overwhelmed reason, and thinking disappeared, leaving only pure desire.

Large swaths of white covered it, and the light brown pupils slackened for a moment.

The world shatters before your eyes, and then comes back to life again.

She leaned against his chest, so close that she could almost hear the beating hearts of each other, and slowly calmed down her rapid breathing.

Then, she propped herself up and looked down at Yin Dao's face.

The tide of emotion subsided, and those light brown eyes regained their usual clarity. She clearly saw her own reflection in the other's eyes, and she also clearly saw that there was no love in those eyes, only gentle pity and almost cruelty. tolerance.

Yin Dao looked at her eyes, as if she was just sick, and he had forgiven her behavior tonight before she even said a word.

She saw her current appearance in Yin Dao's eyes.

Love didn't turn her back into a human being, but turned her into an ugly and terrifying monster.

Just one glance woke her up completely.

The fragments of the jade of the four souls only elicited the most real desires in her heart, and those desires have completely disappeared now, she only felt embarrassed, so embarrassing that her body was hot, and she wished they could disappear immediately.

She tried to smile, but tears rushed out of her eyes first, pattered down, and landed on Yindao's slightly dazed face.

"I'm very sorry."

On that embarrassing night, she finally ran away.

She ran a long way, but she didn't know where she wanted to go.

Anywhere, nowhere.

She wanted to shrink up and shrink herself into a small ball, but no matter how she curled up, she couldn't stop the heart in her chest from beating.

She started hating her own heart.

It was a wrong judgment to rejoice that she was a plum flower demon before, because her body was in the city, no matter how far she ran, she could only return to the courtyard in the end.

But she no longer showed her body to Yindao, who was a human being without any spiritual power. She hid her figure, just like she did to other humans in the city, blinded their eyes with black magic, pretended Self never existed.

The wedding, which was supposed to be held three days later, had to be postponed temporarily because of Yin Dao's illness.

He suddenly developed a fever, and was too sick to get out of bed. The maids and servants in the city were busy, and doctors with serious expressions came and went one after another, and the whole city was shrouded in an atmosphere of uneasiness.

She didn't intend to see him anymore, but she still couldn't help but sneak a look at him.

The Japanese room with the imperial curtains was filled with a bitter smell of medicine, no one could see her, she passed through the busy servants, and came to Yin Dao's sick bed, his eyes were closed, his brows were lightly frowned, as if he had fallen into a painful dream, His long black curly hair was wet with sweat, and his usually pale face was flushed with unhealthy flush.

She watched him for a long time.

Until the candle flame burned to the end, the faint morning light pierced through the night mist, his scorching body temperature finally dropped a little, and the expression of enduring the pain in the dream gradually relaxed and became peaceful.

Time seems to have returned to the beginning for a short time. She is the plum flower demon that no one in the city can see, and he is the frail and sick young city owner.

"Love is not noble."

A monster in white baboon skin stands under a tree.

"Contrary to what human beings sing, love is just a kind of desire. It is greedy, shameless, and can never be truly satisfied."

Naraku seemed to have expected that things would develop like this.

Leaning on the branch, she casually threw the pieces of the jade of the four souls back.

"Have you finished?" She didn't turn her head, "After you finish speaking, you can take your four soul jade fragments and roll away."

The small fragment was taken into Naruto's hand and disappeared under the white baboon robe.

"Don't you even say thank you?" Naraku snorted, "You should have seen clearly what love you think is."

The love of monsters is pure at best, and paranoid at worst, full of strong and unreasonable possessiveness, and it is easy to walk on the road of destruction if one is not careful.

"..."

"Why do you have to bind yourself with human morality?" Naraku asked her.

She could feel the gaze from those scarlet eyes.

"As a monster, you use human standards to demand yourself." He narrowed his eyes, "Admit it, you are not that noble."

Yes, she is not noble.

But the difference between intelligent creatures and non-intelligent creatures is that they are not driven by instinct.

Therefore, she couldn't forgive herself, and she didn't intend to ask the other party's forgiveness, even if the other party's tolerant nature had given her an easier way out.

Hurt is hurt, selfish is selfish, no matter how you package it, this fact will not change.

She imposes her desires on the other person.

Because of her superiority in strength, and because she took advantage of the other party's soft-heartedness, she committed an irreparable mistake.

Can't go back anymore.

She couldn't help laughing at herself from the bottom of her heart: cross-species love, as expected, is mostly fruitless.

Moisture suddenly welled up in her eyes, she blinked, and quickly suppressed that emotion.

"You'd better hide your body tightly." She turned her head and looked under the tree.

"I will expose your true colors and expose your machinations to the sun."

Even if it's just atonement, she must protect the other party from being devoured and eaten by monsters in baboon skin.

"Oh?" Naraku made a mocking voice of her stupidity, "So infatuated."

He snorted and said, "If you can do it, give it a try, but you may not know enough about human beings."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and Naraku continued: "In order to satisfy one's own desires, even monsters, human beings can willingly sell their souls."

"..."

"You're right." She said, "Instead of exposing your conspiracy, it's easier to hit you once I see you."

Even if she is broken in love and crying in front of the enemy, she can still blow his vest.

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Abridged version, I tried my best.

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