A dark figure ran through the night. The only sign that someone's been there was the slight gust of wind. The lone figure made its way into a hut. Looking down at the victim, a quick prayer was said before his throat was sliced. The dying man looked up at his murderer, not able to say a word. The murderer quickly leaves the hut after ensuring his death. Innocents would be spared; they have done nothing to warrant death. She left and returned to her home.
Walking into her home, she headed directly for the study. There sat the man she reported to: Naraku. He was handsome enough, but he wasn't her type. He had wavy black hair with black eyes that felt like he was sucking your soul out.
"Have you completed your missions?" he asked as he observed her. She knew just from the little changes in his expressions that he wasn't pleased with her choice of attire. She was wearing an outfit he specifically forbade. It consisted of black hakama and haori tailored to fit her exactly. He felt it accentuate too much. She thought it was an excellent choice because it didn't easily catch on branches and the like.
"Yes. They are finished. I am going to bed now. I will see you later this morning." She began to leave the room before Naraku's next words stopped her.
"You will be up at dawn for training. I have a new assignment for you."
"The training I have already accomplished will not be enough?" she questioned, surprised by his lack of faith in her.
"I have sent others with your training and they have all failed. I will not continue to make the same mistake. You will be up at dawn," he said as he turned around, signaling the end of the conversation.
Kagome was not a fool. She knew when he ended the conversation it was best to just let it go. There was no arguing unless she wanted to begin her training at that moment, and truthfully, at that moment all she wanted to do was sleep. She left him and went to her room. It was a rather large room done completely in black and blue, her favorite colors. She went to her closet and, after selecting a deep blue sleeping kimono, she lied down, wondering what this new mission was. She was extremely tired, but she was always a curious person. She never had to undergo additional training for any assignment before, so this was new and had to be extremely dangerous. He had said he lost others to this assignment. She was able to assuage her curiosity for the time being and go to sleep.
She woke as the sky became lighter. Leaving her room, she traveled to see her closest companion. Upon entering her room, she noticed that Sango was still lying in bed. Deciding to let her sleep in, knowing she had a long night as well, Kagome left the room and went to have a quick breakfast. She quickly grabbed a piece of fruit from the kitchens as she traveled to the training grounds.
Waiting on her new trainer, Kagome sat under a near-by Sakura tree. She daydreamed about what her life would be like right now had she never met Naraku. He ruined her life and all because he thought she would make the perfect wife. He thought she was gorgeous. She assumed it was because of her unique eye color. Her eyes were a deep blue that reminded one of the sea at night. Yet, he was sorely mistaken. She didn't want to be his wife, even with the promise that she would have all that she wanted. She went with him to be courted, but after her denial, he found another use for her. He turned her into an assassin, one of the deadliest ones possible. She thought she would hate this life, and it was partially true. She hated being the one to end lives, but she enjoyed the freedom that she was allotted. Her parents always kept her prim and proper, looking to sell her to highest bidder. She wanted to visit her family, but knew she would cause a disgrace to them for not following through with Naraku.
The sound of something cutting through the wind altered Kagome that she was no longer alone. She dived out of the path of the dagger just in time to avoid death. She turned to look at the one that made an attempt on her life, only to come face-to-face with Naraku.
"You are becoming lazy. Had I truly wanted you dead, you would have given me the perfect opportunity," he scolded as he came closer and removed the dagger from the tree. Kagome was surprised to see him, and even more surprised to know that he was right.
"I was relaxing," she replied, rising from her position on the ground.
Naraku looked at her, seemingly looking through her. "No. You were being overconfident. Lesson one—"
"Never let down your guard. Always be alert. I know. I made a mistake."
He looked at her disapprovingly. "One small mistake like that can and will cost you your life."
Kagome gave a deep sigh before looking at him. "I know. I'm sorry. I swear it won't happen again."
Naraku looked at her, wanting to punish her some more, but unable to because he did truly adore the woman before him. He wanted her for his wife and hoped that one day she would become his.
"So where is my trainer?" she questioned discreetly, looking behind him.
He smirked, making her slightly fearful. He never smirked unless it meant trouble. "I will be your trainer."
{A/N: First story in a while. Be nice and review. Tell me what I'm doing wrong, what I need to work on, etc. Even flame me if you want. I just want honest opinions.}
