Title: Blessed Infection

Rating: MA for sexual situations and content, language, and vulgarity

Genre: Romance, Drama

Pairing: Kagome X Naraku initially, gradually forms into Kagome X Bankotsu

Summary: AU. 'For a moment, he was shocked at how familiar she felt against his lips. He pulled away as she smiled. "We have known each other before." And that had been the first twirl leading to his downfall.'

Disclaimer: You wouldn't even want to know what would be happening in the series if I owned it…

Author's Corner: Sup, people! I am back with another fanfic that I plan to actually finish. Let's hope that I have a long enough attention span for this one…Anyway, this plot was something that actually just popped into my head one night while I was trying to sleep and it simply began to grow on me, so I finally decided that I would start typing it up. This Chapter is simply a prologue of sorts; I want to give you guys a little bit of background behind the setting of the story itself and the initial relationship between Kagome and Naraku so that you're not simply scratching your heads when chapter 1 comes around and I just throw you guys into the lion's den, in a sense.

Okay, enough with my rambling! On with the Prologue!

Prelude

To Manipulate

Naraku was the kind of man who rarely desired, but who had such fierce few desires that it was impossible to deny him. Once he desired something, he could not simply un-desire it. No; he had to have it, see it, taste it, touch it. He had to ensure and declare the ownership of it. It was a type of possessiveness that fueled his every action, drove his every thrust, and pumped his every plan.

It was this same possessiveness that made him want her the first time he saw her powers come to the forefront. That same possessiveness that made him stalk her in her waking hours and watch her in her sleep. She was the oxygen that filled his lungs, the electricity that lit the graying night sky, the fire that flickered and grew in the darkness until everything around it was shrouded in dark smoke and heat.

He had to have her, to possess her, to foolproof her exits so that she had no choice but to be his. To obliterate all doubts within her mind that he was her Alpha and Omega, that he was power.

And so he did.

He had enjoyed her frantic panic as she had escaped her burning village believing that she could receive help to save the others.

Poor, poor, silly girl.

He had ensured that she was the sole survivor, ensured that she saw the agony and death and terror flickering in the villagers' eyes and shrieks, ensured that she feared it with every fiber of her being. And when he came to her—her body covered in dirt and ash, her hair a mess, her eyes bloodshot—he had spoken softly, like some beautiful angel of darkness come to save her from her horror. He had been words and apologies and promises that her frazzled mind could not comprehend.

"Poor, poor, beautiful girl." He had began, his voice smooth and consistent like a freshly played tune.

"Are you all that's left?"

She had nodded—a sad and tearful gesture that made her agony all the more beautiful—and looked back toward the smoldering vestiges of her once home. He had smiled at her misery and at her trustfulness and felt the need to take advantage of it.

"Do you fear it?" he had whispered, "Do you fear the death? The destruction?"

She had looked up, her blue eyes shining, hoping that he was saying what she thought he was.

"I can help you escape that…" he had said, so fluently. So imperceivably deceptive.

Her eyes had sparkled at the idea; to never have to be greeted by death like all of those villagers had.

"Just one little bite, one tiny moment of pain, and you will never have to see death. Never have to meet it. Never grow old or tired or sick. Doesn't that sound so appealing?"

She had nodded frantically, letting her fear control her movements and actions. He had smiled at her and she had smiled back. She stood before him in a flash, smothered by his arms like a long lost lover in a happy embrace. He had lowered his lips to her throat, skin brushing skin in a near intimate kiss.

The pain had been severe—far more so than she had imagined—but almost as soon as it had washed over her, it had dissipated like a shifting tide. And suddenly, everything had seemed so much clearer; the darkness seemed more vivid, the scent of charred flesh more intense, the sounds of her breathing almost ear-splitting.

That had been the first time she had looked at her savior, face-to-face, and really saw him. His piercing scarlet eyes, his thick and wavy hair, his feminine yet hard complexion. He was beautiful, yet frightening; like looking the devil in the face during his years as an angel, knowing full well that he would not remain blameless.

"What are you?" she had asked without thinking.

Naraku smiled, "I am your Master and lover. Without me, you have no existence."

She had shook her head; she existed before he had given her immortality and she still existed, yet she truly felt as though she would vanish if he wasn't there. So she followed him away from her home and into the unknown without question or complaint and Naraku had never been more pleased.

End Prelude

A/C: So there is the prologue for you! I know it's short, but I was catching hell trying to open up this story, even though I already knew what I wanted their background story to be, and decided to just leave it. I will be uploading the next chapter later today since this is so short, so don't fret!

Did you notice how I never once mentioned Kago's name? It is for a reason, just not for a hugely symbolic reason. Anywhozit, Review so that I will upload…wink wink…I already have some parts written for the next 2 or 3 chapters, I just need some encouragement.

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