Love like Dark
Summary: "I can't. The dark is not for me." She turned but he held her still, breathing into her ear. "Oh but Kagome, the darkness is so beautiful." NarakuxKagome.
A/N: New story. Just wanted to try my hand at a Naraku/Kagome love-fic. Seems like a love full of controversy and turmoil and conflict, and something very beautiful.
Also, Kagome WILL NOT turn evil at any point in this fic. Nor will Naraku turn good. That's just too OOC for me.
Please review and tell me what you think so far. It will be much appreciated.
Chapter One
He was the creature they tracked. Not man nor demon, he was a foul thing. He moved from place to place, carrying the dead with him, the souls of demons, all at his will. He was an evil thing, lost within darkness. He was the dark itself. And the power of darkness bowed to him.
Yet, he watched her.
They tracked to kill him. To avenge their families slain by his wicked hands. To lift the dark curses from their bodies, to free themselves from his bond. He was the plague of the land and wished to ridden him forever, for eternity. To take the Shikon no Tama from his heartless body and complete it once and for all. He was their enemy, and them to him, and they despised him more than any other.
Yet, he watched her.
They were an angry half demon, a mourning demon-hunter, a cursed monk, a young fox. And she, she was the pretty miko with the spring wind hair, with eyes like rain, with a heart so pure it shown like the blinding sun itself, with a power so vast yet subtle and undiscovered. She was a figment of his past, a ghost of something not yet forgotten, a reminder of lost days hazy in his mind.
And that was why he watched her.
It was night when a wind lifted into the air and passed by a crouching half-demon. His eyes opened at the presence of wind, flickering red and gold within the fire light. Before him was a small encampment: the fiery coals of a fire, and four sleeping bodies spread out beyond. They seem undisturbed by the wind.
But he was not.
He stood up to his feet, his great sword swinging on his back. He put his nose to the air and sniffed, almost curiously. And there it was again, heavy and persistent, the smell of dark.
The scent seemed to envelop them in a thick shroud. The stars were no longer visible as a new mist hung low, and the horizon looked almost purple.
A body on the ground moved, awake from its slumber. It was a human girl.
"Inuyasha?" She called out to the half-demon before her. He turned around and faced her. He did not reply.
"What is it?" She asked again, sitting up.
"Naraku." Inuyasha replied. "I can smell that bastard in the air." The mist around them had grown thicker, and the wind was shrill against their ears.
Soon the others of the party were awake. They all stood shivering in the cold of the night. The fire was nothing but sparse flickers, but they had no time to tend it.
"You are sure, Inuyasha, that it is Naraku?" A young man with dark eyes asked, holding a high staff.
"Miroku, you can't sense it? Even I feel a bit of something in the air." A young woman questioned. She had a pretty, worn face, like a doll that had been played too much and was now tired and old. On her back stretched a huge boomerang that looked far too heavy for her to carry. She was a demon-huntress.
However, the monk Miroku seemed to have other things in mind. His hands reached down her backside.
"Oh, Sango, you know I feel it too, right – about – here –"
There was a loud "Umph!", a crisp painful noise and then a blaring red hand slap right across his face.
"Not now you two. We have a demon to catch." Kagome looked over at them, rolling her eyes at the mishap. She had already gathered up most of their supplies into a bundle that she had placed on the great demon Kilala, Sango's companion.
"Which direction is it coming from?" Sango asked the white haired demon, who stood farther along the road, blaring in the darkness like a beacon.
"North."
The party looked at one another, almost unsure.
"Kagome, what do you think?" Miroku asked the girl, who seemed to be quite apprehensive herself.
"Well, I think any scent or lead we get we should follow. We might be wrong," Inuyasha gave her a sharp look, "but we might also be right. Any chance at killing Naraku I'll take." She explained. She strung a large bundle of arrows to her back, along with an old bow.
"Well then, it's settled. Let's get moving." Sango announced.
"Naruku, I will kill you tonight. There is no escaping." Inuyasha's eyes glittered gold within the dark, a dangerous smile playing his lips.
And like fire to wood, they were alive and off.
The small party advanced through the shadows of the night. The woods creaked around them as a small gust picked up once more. The sky shimmered heavy purple and blue and Kagome held to the shoulders of Inuyasha, eyes wide and watching.
The scent seemed to be confused itself. Inuyasha was convinced it was coming from the north, but sometimes he would stop, pick up this chin and sniff, muttering how it seemed to be going from the east and the west too.
The wind began to pick up, almost unnaturally, shrilling high in their ears. Leaves tore around them, shining in the moonlight like feathers. A heavy gust whipped past them, almost knocking them over. Instantly, a whirlwind of fog and faint light seemed to weave around them, and they seemed lost in the whirlwind's hands and motions. It seemed far from just a windy night, and more – magical.
At this, Inuyasha stopped. Kagome let go of his back and fell to the ground, the rest of the party stopping shortly behind them. The wind continued its unnatural motions and patterns in the cold night air.
No one moved, except for eyes twitching, trying to see through the thickness of fog and wind and leaves scattered and blowing.
"There is someone else here." Kagome said, almost questioning her friends if they had thought the same thing. No one responded, however.
And then, there was a strange noise, the sound of all noises completely silenced, hushed, thrown away. The wind fell and dropped to the floor, defeated. It was like breath to a candle flame. Gone. But only for a moment, for the wind began to stir again, feebly, almost playing games with them.
Suddenly, Inuyasha stepped forward into the mist.
"Kagura." Inuyasha's voice flared and fell as he grasped his sword. It erupted into a huge size from the handle, and he swung it in front of him threateningly.
There was a distant laugh, almost like a faint echo. And then, the wind swirled, revealing a pale woman with blood eyes and a face devoid of any emotion. A smile flickered on her face and her cold voice replied.
"Hello, Inuyasha."
There was a high, chilling laugh a great distance away. A shadowed figure sat in a great, cold fortress, as he watched the small party through a crystal held in two, spiny hands. He sat alone in a great room, the glowing of purple and red the only light beyond his window.
These were his ways. Leading them on broken trails, scents let loose in different directions only to disappear. He was elusive, he was crafty, and these were his ways.
Only once had he mistaken himself by not masking his scent well enough, leading the troublesome half-demon right up to his doorstep. But this time, it was not a mistake, he was certain. A diversion would be a proper name. Inuyasha and his partners would be too busy with his servant Kagura, to realize that their prized miko had disappeared, led far into the depths of the forest.
And there, he would meet her, and see her, and trick her. She would be more than a desire, she would be his. It had been far too long watching with a careful eye from the depths of his castle. And she would come willing, she would beg to go with him, to be swallowed by the darkness itself. He would make sure of that.
He was bound to her essence because of what it was made from, captivated by the purity of it all. She was like a shiny star he wished to pick from the sky and hold within his palms, and he wished to extinguish this light. She was the remnants of the girl of centuries before, the one that cared for him and dressed his wounds and kept him company. The girl who he had tricked and killed. The one he was never to have as his own.
But now, he would have her.
"Oh sweet Kagome, I can already taste your heart."
Another dark laugh filled the high walls of the castle room.
Please review, tell me what you think.
Hints on Chapter 2: Kagome and Naraku meet, and Naraku's plan turns out differently. Will be filled with action and answer many questions.
Extra Notes: Naraku's intent on Kagome is not just lust or desire. That will be revealed later. Kagome will fall in love but how or for what reason will be revealed later as well. He will not turn good nor will Kagome turn evil. You will see in the end, it really isn't what you're expecting. Next few chapters will be longer so don't get in such a huff quite yet.
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