There was a knock on the door to the room I currently occupied. It was officially the servants' quarters, but I was the only one. All that was in the room was my cot, a few kimonos –all a solid bland bluish color- and what seemed like thousands of scrolls about anything. Reading was a favorite pass-time of mine, and was what I was doing before the door creaked upon opening. Kagura, someone I considered a friend, entered the room appearing sad. I placed the scroll down next to me. She let a smile play across her lips as she noticed I had been reading. She and Kohaku saved the scrolls for me whenever they could after pillaging a village. She left five thick scrolls by the door. As I caught her eye again, I motioned for her to sit with me on the cot. Now for my end of the deal; Kagura sighed heavily as she sat next to me. I knew she would again tell me of the infamous Sesshomaru- a man I had never met yet seemed to know everything about him through Kagura. How sweetly she would speak of the last time she snuck out of the castle to meet him. How fast her heart would have beaten when she gazed into those golden eyes of his, if she still had it. She would confess her feelings toward this majestic man through the tone and loving words she would use for her favorite topic. I yearned to see this man for myself, to see this man better than just the picture in my mind. For the image I saw was Naraku, only with silver hair, gold eyes, and purple triangular shaped marks on his cheeks. But I could not confess the image to Kagura, though I would have loved to speak the name my ears longed to hear. She hated the Lord Naraku with everything that she was. I knew she would never have fallen for a man who resembled him in the slightest.

Kagura hugged me after she finished reliving her last visit with the man she loved, the man she longed to be with when Naraku was finally dead. She smiled to me at this. In her mind, I wished to be free of Naraku too. I could not bear to tell her how the death of him scared me, how my body yearned to be close to him, how my ears perked at the smooth sound of his voice. No, I would never tell, but let that skeleton slither further into the depths of my closet. No one would ever know; no one WILL ever know.

I informed Kagura that now that the sun had risen, I had chores to attend. She thanked me again for listening and dishearteningly left my room. I found a broom and swept the halls of the castle. I was never allowed in the rooms of the incarnations or Kohaku's room. I wouldn't dream to set foot in Naraku's room, unless called for. And I was not allowed outside either. I was only told I would die if I did. Naraku was sure to tell me that the air was poisonous to my human lungs- that I would die a painful death if I breathed in the noxious fumes, but I did not know whether the last part was true or not. I opened the front door, holding my breath, and swept the collected dust out of the door and immediately went back inside. From there I went to the kitchen to clean the dishes from the night before. While my hands were busy, I occupied my mind by imagining what it would be like if Naraku was here. Would he say anything to comment on how I was doing, or if there were any further duties to attend to today? Would he say nothing at all and just stare? The thought made me uncomfortable. I stacked the last dish in the cupboard when a hand clasped my shoulder. Expecting Kagura I turn to greet my friend. "Good morning," my eyes flew open as they recognized Naraku's beautiful red eyes. Instantly, I bowed to my master, "G-g-good m-m-morning, milord. How may I serve you?"I bowed again, to which Naraku chuckled.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could do something for me today."

Knowing that I had no choice in the matter I replied with a simple, "Anything."

Naraku smiled, turned to walk out of the kitchen and looked at me, expecting me to follow. I quickly walked to him and followed at a safe distance. He led me down a set of stairs that I had never known existed. He stopped by the only door. "I need you to clean this room."He refused to open the door until I answered.

"As you wish, milord."

He grinned to himself, a frightening grin, and slowly opened the door, allowing the scent to decaying flesh to seep into the air. Naraku seemed amused at my scared and shocked look. I braced myself for the worst; I imagined piles of distorted human bodies, as I closed my eyes and entered the room- thinking, at least when I opened my eyes again, I'd be ready. But I wasn't. Instead of seeing the grotesque image in my head, I saw the colossal corpses of many demons. Few of them were missing the legs, some with husks left and everything inside missing. I read once about demons who could take on the parts of other demons by eating them, and then using those pieces to create their own body of sorts. Could Naraku…? I looked back at him curiously, a look he took as fear. He smiled at me. The look was disturbing, by still made my heart skip. He started to leave. "Milord, "I called out to Naraku, "May I burn these… then come back to clean the rest of this?" Naraku looked at me, acknowledging my question. He stared at me in silence for awhile and closed the door behind him, a sign that I learned had meant "if you want". I opened the door behind him and started to get anything that could help cut these huge bodies down, so maybe I could carry them out to burn. Naraku grabbed my arm, forcefully and pulled me back to him. "Where do you think you are going, Servant?" Naraku asked in an irresistible voice. I truly despised the title, but learned to think of it as some sort of pet name to keep my temper.

"I only thought to get something to help me be able to carry the bodies outside, Lord Naraku." Just speaking his made my blood pulse furiously, Naraku obviously felt the change in its pace as he squeezed my arm. He released me and let his fingers trail down my arm. My skin tingled under his touch. Naraku leaned close to my ear and whispered.

"Would you like for me to help you?"

I looked down to hide my blush, my own sign of "if you want". With that Naraku went into the room, leaving me to follow. He took a sword that was mounting on the wall and in seconds slashed all of the demon corpses into portable pieces. With that out of the way, he grabbed the nearest piece and carried it out as I watched dumbfounded. Was Naraku…being nice? It seemed so; until Naraku whispered "You owe me." as he passed by. I turned to the closest piece of demon and dragged it after Naraku. Surprisingly, he helped me throughout the whole ordeal. When the room was empty and a bonfire was blazing outside, I grabbed a rag and began attacking the blood stains with some soap and water hoping to weaken the rancid smell of death. Naraku sat by a wall and watched me intently. I could feel his eyes on me, but did my best to ignore it. I did, after all, owe him some sort of favor.

With the room scrubbed clean and smelling noticeably better, I walked out of the room. Before closing the door, I turned back to the demon. "Lord Naraku, may I fetch you something?" A low gurgling sound echoed in the empty room, and I did my best to keep a straight face. "Dead puppies," I thought to myself, "Dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppies are not funny."

Naraku chuckled to himself. Maybe the thought of food had slipped his mind as we worked. I smiled to myself. "Yes, actually, could you bring two of whatever you are making for lunch to my room?"

"Yes milord," I closed the door chuckling to myself. "Wow he must be really hungry today," I thought to myself. When I got to the kitchen I grilled fish, made some rice, and brewed two kettles of tea. When lunch was ready, I set Naraku's lunch on a tray and brought that to his room. I knocked on the door to Naraku's bedroom.

"Come in…"

I slowly entered the room and set the food on a small table and poured his tea. I turned toward Naraku, who was staring out of the window. I waited for further orders, but none came. "Anything else, Lord Naraku?"

"No."

I bowed and showed myself the way out. I set the table in what I deemed to be the dining room, and preceded to announce to everyone except Naraku that lunch was set and ready. I fixed myself a bowl of rice and ate in my room. Instead of reading, like I normally would have, I took a short nap and did the dishes as I waited until it was time to make dinner.

While everyone was eating, I had a weird feeling growing inside of me. Something was just not right, but I couldn't tell what. Everything seemed fine. I didn't forget anything. I had done all of my chores for the day. I looked around the table. Kanna was sitting next to Kagura. Kohaku was on the other side of the table. Then it hit me. Where was Naraku? Had his being gone really upset me that much? I made a lame excuse to leave, and then set out searching for him. He couldn't have gotten far. It had only been about six hours since I last saw him. "ONLY six hours?" I scoffed at myself. "He could be half way across Japan by now." This thought didn't help the feeling in my stomach. I had searched everywhere in the castle, but there was still no sign of him. Then I remembered the basement. I ran down the stairs that I had just recently learned of. I opened the door. There was nothing but a consuming darkness. I reached out, hoping to guide my way, and I felt something. There was no way I had reached the wall. Besides, walls don't have hair. HAIR?! I moved my hand and sure enough what I was touching had hair. But, what exactly was I touching? I looked around the room, hoping I could find some source of light. Just my luck, there was none. As I stepped, the floor groaned under my weight.

"Kagura?!" A voice called out. It sounded so much like Naraku, but could it really be? Whatever it was sounded groggy and furious. If it was Naraku and he saw me here, there was no doubt in my mind that I would die. Yet this feeling in my gut told me to find him." Yeah, that's a great idea."I thought irritated,"Let's go find Death." But I searched for him anyway. As my eyes began to get used to the darkness, I could see Naraku's face. And he was staring straight at me! My eyes widened in fear. Naraku laughed manically. "Come here, Servant. Come to me my pet." I followed his voice until I was close enough that I could touch him, close enough to see that he was just a head hanging by his hair tangled in something. But heads don't talk!! Naraku continued to laugh. Fear swelled inside of me, but there was another feeling. It wasn't as intense, but it was more powerful. It moved my hand. I stroked Naraku's clammy cheek. He now stared at me startled. He was no longer in control. What could a head possibly do? I stood on my toes and leaned to him. I knew I would be punished with something far worse than death, but I kissed him anyway. It lasted only a few seconds. I broke the kiss and turned away quickly, so I wouldn't have to see his eyes. I didn't run away, but I walked must faster than normal to my room, knowing the inevitable.

I practically groaned as the sun shone in my face, waking me from my troubled sleep. When I tried to sleep, all I saw was his face hanging in blackness, staring with a fire burning behind his red eyes. Hoping I was awoken early enough that Naraku might still be sleeping, I resumed my chores. I swept the halls, sure to be extra quiet as I passed Naraku's room. Kagura met me in the hall. She wanted to talk again. Being that she was out in the open made me hopeful that Naraku was still deep in his slumber.

"You know," she started. "I haven't seen Naraku in a while…"

I tensed at her unusual conversation starter. I was almost looking forward to hearing the name Sesshomaru.

"You like him…don't you?" Kagura continued confusion and disgust mixing in her voice.

"Possibly, yes…possibly no," I tried to answer as unclearly as I could.

"Don't lie. You know you're not in a position to lie."

"You're one to talk. Or have you forgotten that your heart in his hand, ready to stop beating whenever he chooses."

For that I got a well deserved slap. Kagura left me alone as I finished my chores. I debated with myself if that was the reason I crossed that line. Guilt sank my heart further and further down in my chest as I relived those few moments and schemed a way to apologize. Maybe, I could trade- my heart for hers. I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling as the vital organ continued to beat. How odd it would be to not feel that anymore, if I could live through that. Probably not…

I stopped washing when I thought I felt my hair move. I pushed the thought away as I continued to clean the cup in my hands. I sighed as I realized that my talk with Kagura wasn't the only time I crossed the line. "What was I thinking?" I whispered to myself.

"Yes. I've been pondering that myself." My blood ran cold as the one voice I didn't want to hear rang in my ears. His hand tangled itself into my hair and pulled me back to his shoulder, the other arm wrapped itself around my waist. I closed my eyes, still not wanting to see his eyes, those burning eyes. He lightly bit the top of my ear. "What exactly were you thinking?" Naraku tilted my head to face him with the hand hopelessly lost in my hair. "Could it be…," Naraku mused to himself. My eyes were still closed shut. "Look at me." Naraku pulled on my hair and I hissed in pain. He leaned down to my ear again and whispered "I said, open your eyes, and look at me." I reluctantly obliged. Satisfied with the painful tears forming in my eyes, Naraku crashed his lips onto mine. Unable to control the longing I still had for Naraku, I kissed him back. I could feel him smirk against my lips, and he lightly ran his tongue against them. I tightened my lips together, not willing to go there. Naraku pulled on my hair again, making me cry out. Instead of taking this opportunity to slide his tongue in, he bit my bottom lip. I could taste the blood trickling out. Naraku broke away and licked the blood. "Did you like that?" Naraku smirked. I stared into his eyes, as confused with my emotions as I was with his actions. To my amazement, Naraku untangled his hand and stood in front of me. He glared at me, and my cheek began to burn as my head flung to the side. I didn't even see his hand move. Naraku caressed the stinging cheek and gazed softly at me. He kissed me again. "Do you love me, my pet?"

"I-I-I don't…know."

"Well," Naraku cooed, sucking on my earlobe, "Let's find out." With that he picked me up and in a flash threw me onto his bed. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand as he reached for my sash with the other. I squirmed to free my hands and slap his away. "No, no, no, Pet, you did this to yourself, remember?" He kneeled, straddling my hips. I bucked my hips against his in hopes of causing some pain, but he just moaned to my dismay. "Pet, do that again," Naraku groaned. I defiantly lay still. With the hand that wasn't trapping my wrists, Naraku reaches under my butt, and slams me against him again. This time, I moan with him. "See, you want this just as much as I do." He returns his attention to my kimono, almost struggling to untie it.

"If only my hands were free. I'm sure you would enjoy watching me undress for you SO much more." I say, trying to sound a seductive a possible. He lets go of my hands. I quickly crawl away from him, but not far enough. Naraku grabbed the back of my kimono and pulled me back to him.

"Oh, my precious, you're a liar." Naraku says, clearly enjoying his victory. "Good thing liars go to Hell for punishment."

Author's Notes

Just some things you should know:

If you are not aware, Kagura's heart is controlled by Naraku

Naraku means Hell

Kaugra is OoC, I realize this

Well this is my first fanfic. That does not mean you have to be nice in your reviews, but constructive criticism to help improve my writing style. ( Note: PuppyShipperLove says NO FLAMES WILL BE TOLERATED. I DON'T FLAME SOMETHING JUST BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE IT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T FLAME, GIVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITCISM SO SHE CAN FIX IT.)

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