MissTuffcy: I wonder why my stories have taken a turn for being…more dark and angst-y? Anyway, surprised? I'm actually still alive guys! I've just not had any good ideas or inspiration or even motivation to sit down and type anymore. I have so many ideas but find I don't know how to express them through a story anymore =[ This has been plaguing me for awhile so I forced myself to write it all out first. Now I just have to take the time to type it all up! (Owch…) and I decided to share it with you.

Summary: "You don't understand….I loved her….a lot….And he took that from me….so I've decided to take something he loves away from him to show him how I felt! It's nothing personal against you, of course," A sigh "I had a feeling that not cutting ties with that idiot would cost me dearly…I should have listened to Jaken…."

Warning: Yaoi, Language, Violence, Character Death, OOC

Note: Quotes by me won't have a "by" dash (–). It'll just be plain. Like the one in this chapter and chapter 2. Quotes by other people will have the "by" dash (–).

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"We all have an edge. We all are floating - our psyche on top with a great ocean underneath." – Brad Dourif

Naraku sighed as he walked up to the front of the restaurant: Fanshīītarī. Supposedly, this was the best restaurant in town (and also the most expensive) even though it was just opened up recently. His girlfriend, Kikyo, had texted him and told him to meet her there. It was odd considering she made the plan early yesterday morning but hadn't spoken a word about it since then.

Naraku made his way into the restaurant, waited to be seated, and looked around. He didn't understand how this place could look so drab and still sell things at such high price. Naraku frowned as the lady he had been talking to a few moments ago called for his attention to be seated. Naraku sat down and picked up the menu, making plans on what to order for he and Kikyo. So engrossed in the menu was he, that he hadn't noticed the two who walked in a few moments ago. He didn't happen to look up until he heard the voice of his nemesis. His attention snapped up abruptly and he frowned at familiar mop of black hair. It was Inuyasha and some other girl. He couldn't tell who the girl was because her back was to him. Inuyasha noticed him in that split second and grinned at him. Naraku's frown deepened. That couldn't be good. The girl turned her head slightly to look to the side and Naraku's eyes narrowed.

Naraku snarled as he watched Inuyasha dip Kikyo down and kissed her. They – they being Naraku and Kikyo - were supposed to be on their 3rd month anniversary dinner (as what she had told him in the text) but she obviously had other plans.

He sat there and watched the two sit down at the table (Kikyo with her back towards Naraku and Inuyasha facing him) and talk to each other, laughing and giggling with each other. He slowly crushed the glass in his hand as he watched the two exchanged another kiss over the table. He glared at the two as Inuyasha glanced up at him with a smirk.

This had been going on ever since he met the man. Naraku would find a stable girlfriend just for Inuyasha to steal her away and then gloat about it. As the two stood and exchanged another kiss, Naraku abruptly stood and walked towards them. "Kikyo," Kikyo gasped as she turned and took in the Naraku's angry expression.

"N-Naraku!" She exclaimed. "I didn't know you'd be here!"

"Are you stupid?" Naraku hissed. "You are the one who told me to come here!"

"I didn't tell you to come!" Kikyo cried. "That's just stupid-" She stopped and looked at Inuyasha with a frown. "Did you tell him to come?" Inuyasha shook his head but there was a glint in his eyes and Naraku frowned. She turned to Naraku and opened her mouth to say something farther but Naraku cut her off.

"Just save it!" Naraku growled. He bumped shoulders with Inuyasha and snarled lowly for only him to hear. "I will crush you," And then he left. Inuyasha stared after the angry man with a smirk. He looked at Kikyo with a smile.

"So how about that meeting with my brother?"

"Are you serious….?" Kikyo mumbled. Inuyasha smirked.

"He did it yet again,"

"Hm….Do you know why he's doing this to you?"

"Absolutely no idea what so ever,"

"Ever tried asking?"

"I'm afraid if I attempted a civil conversation with him, I'd end up killing him," A pause.

"How did you handle it this time?"

"I didn't kill her if that's what you think,"

"Of course not," His therapist smiled.

"…She moved before I even thought of it…."

"I see, but you admit you were going to kill her, huh?" Naraku looked at his therapist briefly. The man glanced up at him and waited patiently. He had been coming to this man for as long as he could remember. He had revealed so many dark secrets to this man that he never even trusted to reveal to his own mother and father.

The man continued to wait silently – patiently for Naraku to either answer the question or stir them in a different direction. Naraku decided on the latter.

"…I don't know what I should do anymore….I can't continue on like this…." Naraku turned away from his therapist and stared up at the ceiling.

"Have you thought about moving?" There was a pause. The white haired male sitting back comfortably in the arm-chair slowly looked up at his patient. Naraku was laying with his eyes closed and his body lax. He had an arm thrown over his face, one leg bent up at the knee and the other laying flat on the couch. A few moments passed and he [The therapist] frowned. No answer was given nor any indication that Naraku had heard him – or even if Naraku was awake anymore. "Naraku? Have you thought of moving away?"

"I have," Naraku mumbled after another brief silence. He frowned. "But if I move…how am I going to…" He trailed off. There was another pause.

"Naraku? How are you going to what?" Naraku looked at his white haired therapist. The man was frowning at him worriedly as the time passed on without him responding. "Naraku?"

"Nothing," Naraku frowned. His therapist sat the pencil and pad of paper down to the side. He took off his thin framed reading glasses and he laced his fingers together and rested his elbows on his legs and leaned forward with his chin resting on his hands. He stared at Naraku.

"Tell me, I'm all ears, Naraku," His therapist mumbled. Naraku looked at him. Moments passed with the two staring at each other. "I can wait, Naraku," His therapist said with a small smile. "I have no appoints the rest of this day. Take your time. Start speaking whenever you're ready. Remember: I'm not here to judge you," Naraku sighed and slowly lifted up off the couch. He stood up and watched as his therapist sat back in his chair and stare at him curiously - patiently.

"I…" He stopped and frowned.

"I understand, Naraku," His therapist said with a nod. "Maybe next time?" He smiled small. Naraku walked towards him and kneeled down in front of his therapist. The white haired male stared at Naraku in confusion.

"I'm sorry…" Naraku mumbled. The white haired therapist frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean? You haven't wronged me so you needn't apologize," Naraku placed his head in the white haired male's lap and said man's eyes widened. "Nara-"

"This will be our last session together," Naraku mumbled. He looked up at confused golden orbs. "So I'm sorry….but I must show him how much it hurts,"

"Naraku, please don't tell me you plan on killing him," His therapist frowned. "You know you cannot do this. You cannot ri-"

"Are you going to turn me in?" Naraku asked. His therapist frowned.

"You know everything you say will be kept to me to the grave. I will not reveal anything to anyone unless it is to save your life. You know this to be my policy, Naraku, and I ask of you not to do anything to put yourself in harm's way or that would in any way get you in further trouble with authorities," Naraku placed his head back in the male's lap. "Naraku," There was more silence. "Nara-"

"You asked me why I didn't want to move," Naraku mumbled. The therapist frowned but went along with him.

"Yes….but you never did answer that question….do you feel you can do so now?"

"Yes…."Naraku mumbled. "I don't want to move because then I wouldn't be able to see you anymore….and I feel as though…you are my motivation to keep going on…." Naraku mumbled. He looked up into surprised orbs of gold. "You are my life line as to speak….but I know that many choices in life will have me sacrificing things," Naraku sat up straight and stared at his therapist. "And I know what I must do,"

"Naraku please do not-" Naraku stood up and stared down at his therapist.

"Don't worry about me, Dr. Tashio," Naraku mumbled. "I'll…give you a call when I've….gone through with my plan," with that said, Naraku leaned over and grasped the sides of his therapists – Dr. Taisho's – face and smashed his lips onto the others. Dr. Taisho's eyes widened. He watched in shocked silence as Naraku pulled away from him and walked towards the door.

The door closing seemed to break him out his trace. He shook his head and stood abruptly. "Mr. Mou-" He stopped when he opened the door and looked down the hall. He looked both ways but Naraku was nowhere in sight. He went back over to his desk and picked up his office phone. He dialed the number that was on a sticky note on his computer screen. The other line picked up. "Please, Mr. Moui! Do not do anything you'll regret,"

"Don't worry. I won't regret it," and then he heard the dial tone. Dr. Taisho stared at the phone with a frown. He hung it up and sighed. "Damn it…" Dr. Taisho looked up when there was a light rapping at the door. "Enter," The door opened to reveal a small figure who was balancing a tall stack of manila folders.

"Ah, sir! I understand that your patient has left a few hours earlier than usual. Do you wish for me to reschedule all your cancelled appointments for today?"

"No….keep them as is," Dr. Taisho sighed. "I'm going to head home," Dr. Taisho sat down and massaged his temples.

"Sir, can I get you anything before you leave?"

"No," The therapist sighed. "That'll be all, Jaken,"

"Yes sir," Jaken slipped carefully out of the door. Dr. Taisho stood and turned to stand at the floor-to-ceiling window and drew the shades open. He stared out the window and below at the passing cars. He sighed.

"Kami….please don't do anything else stupid, Naraku….I don't think you can afford another mishap…"

My chapters are really short in this story so I combined them some. I'll probably just upload a chapter whenever I stop typing. Even though these chapters are short, a lot of those and research was put into this story.

It started out as an original story but then I noticed somewhere down the line that I started calling Steven Naraku and Eien Sesshomaru. I was all "The hell with it" considering I first wrote this in pen and just stuck with it. Now maybe later on I'll go back and change all the names and maybe even change the scenarios a bit and post it on my website how I intended it to come out in the first place instead of letting my fangirl side take over and say "OMG THIS IS PERFECT FOR A NARA/SESSHY story"

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