God he hated Kagura. He despised her hope for life. There were days when Naraku just held her heart in his hand, glaring daggers at it. It would be so easy to just squeeze. But he couldn't. She was still useful. He never had hope for life. That's the whole reason for his existence. Spiders crawl all over him at times. And he looks over to Kagura, relaxed, fan in hand. Butterflies landing on her. He hated it. He absolutely hated it.