Author's Note : *eDiT* This chapter has been edited because I honestly thought that my first attempt wasn't good enough. You'll come to learn that I'm a bit of a perffectionist. I'm not going to do it a thrid because I think then that it'll just get worse. If you like the original piece you can skip BUT not without reading the prologue. That is a must, and if I say so myself, a good little pleasuring teaser that was needed. Again don't read this version of this chapter if you don't but I feel like this one is of the edited chapters that should be read if you decide to read at least one of them because it's the most important.

If you haven't noticed (which most you probably had) all of my chapters are named after songs that I found inspiration in. You can listen to the songs while you read, after, before, or not at all. This is one is

*****Supermassive Blackhole by MUSE****

****Prologue – Morning Glory by Oasis****

****Previous first chapter – Bulletproof by La Roux*****

Prologue

Being the eldest in the family never bothered me. I always manged to keep a firm grasp on the responsibility that I was handed with. I believe that because of this, Mother was proud of me. She found a way to be proud of all of her children, just like every doting mother. Though, in my biased opinion, I viewed her as a goddess. Her beauty was so similar with her long hair and flawless skin. There was no mistaking it. She was strong willed and courageous – never one to run away when danger reared its ugly head. She could do no wrong in my eyes.

That is until I learned that all adults weren't perfect and I transformed into a teenager. I developed a mind of my own and began to see the things cloaked in the darkness become exposed to the light. I never would have guessed beforehand that her will was mingled with stubborness. It was on the exact day of my 13th season that her total lack of caution costed her life. I blame it on the "lucky" 13. She was no goddess for they are immortal. I proved to be wrong about something and I lost all belief it what I thought was the truth. My trust and faith in anything was shattered.

The seasons came and went. As I grew older and older, I was struck with with the painful reminder of my mother's passing. That day lost all importance. It burnt out quickly rather than naturally fading away. It blended in the remaining days and was lost. The only proper solution was to spend and cherish the day with her and alone.

Then, on those sacred days, I began to notice something off. My father, my very intelligent, honorable, and nurtuting father, began to follow me. My brother and sisters would visit me periodically throughout the day; it was peculiar as to why he chose to do it secretely. What set him to do so? I didn't know. On the dawn during my 18th season I finally learned why.

I was perched on the bark of a tree in front of her grave (as usual) when I heard the faint sound of two voices from behind the tree.

"Her children act as if none of them know..."

I craned my neck in an attempt to peek through the trees to succesfully see a quaint little hut that I never noticed before. Had I realized before I would stopped coming. I wasnt trespassing but, I did kind of wish that I wasn't so close to someone's land. The more that I thought about I never had any recollection of us choosing her burial site this close to anyone at all. I dismissed the thought at once and referred back to the speaker and his voice. It was aged and masculine; another voice broke through that was more youthfull.

"Who would find the need to them THAT? You speak as if the whole village knows."

The older man sighed heavily and said, "I do," his voice lowered slighltly, "That one there always stays the entire day. You know, I don't even think that Mirok knows. Poor man."

My body tensed at the name. Upon hearing the conversation I knew that they were talking about our family. I couldn't suddenly walk off without them knowing I had heard. I don't want to continue eaves dropping either. Whatever they had to say about me was none of my concern. Besides, I fear that I may hear something I wish not to.

"It's a private family matter, Father. They will always hold the woman who gave them life in high regard. They will love her no matter what her sins may have been."

The aged voice responds bitterly, "She should have been removed from the village or killed LONG before he married that D-"

"You are wrong to speak so ill of the dead! I will not stay here any longer as you begin to tarnish the name of a deceased woman." The light crunching of fallen autumn leaves indicated his footsteps in the echo of his outburst.

"I'm returning to the castle... Mi'lord is waiting."

I stayed still and silent in the same spot. My mind was racing with the unaswered answers. What had she done? Why wouldn't Father know? They were happily married in union. Surely, they told each other everything. Does he? What have I not been informed of? What is so major is there to know? Killed? After 10 mintues of my mental flood I get up in haste with a mix of rage, confusion, and determination. I decide to head home and settle the situation in my head. I wandered deeper into the village and then realized that my father never followed..

By the time I entered our hut, Father came rushing towards me and placed a rectangular leather-bound object that I soon learned was a gift from a time traveling friend by the name of Kagome.

It is inside that journal were the story unfolds and the answers are revealed.

The Root of All Evil

Ch. 1 – Supermassive Blackhole

I don't know. Well, to clarify, I still don't know. What could it have been? Only something so gruesomely forbidden could have the power to inject one of the world's greatest poisons through my very veins. It was horrifying. Yet, it was somewhat amazing. My entire life was altered. It would be putting lightly to say that night was a severe act of contradiction. I blame it solely on insanity.

I knew something was amiss the moment I felt the air shift in the dead of night. I could feel his prescence around me in the atmosphere. It had swarmed and hovered over me over the previous days. I never allowed it to bother me. I wouldn't let it now would I? No, I had an objective given to me that he couldn't disturb.

My feet drag me in the direction I had no intention of going towards. A magnet mysteriously placed in the inside of me doesn't let me break the pull. His aura increases as I get closer. I can't fathom why I'm doing this – I just am. My mind drifts into inebriation and it happens.

Gazing at silver strands of hair illuminating in the moonlight forces me under his hyponotism. He shifts his feet to lean to against the nearby willow. I never cease looking at his silhoutte and catch the gleaming light of a canine. Temptation has been set upon me with a devilish smirk. I pray that he doesn't know of it. They quickly become my downfall.

I sink into an even more vulnerable state. Before I know it I'm in his hold. Here I am, face to face with whom I learned to be the enemy – forbidden. I taste his breathe on my lips and stay intoxicared. He locks his lust filled, dilated, golden orbs with mine and I shudder under the intensity. No one breaks the gaze as if it's impossible as he inches his face closer. His piercing eyes shine like a thousand burning suns proceeding to blind me and melt me into smoldering ashes. Through my mentally impaired daze I register one demand with one single thought: Don't let him kiss my lips... if anything.

My head tilts to the side to let his lips fall on my left cheek. He trickles feather-weight kisses to the pulse on my throat as if the minor rejection doesn't phase him at all. I feel the blood rushing through that vein and wonder if he feels it under the surface as he gives a tentive lick to the spot. He looks from under of eyelashes for permission or reassurance when his delicate clawed hands grasp my obi.

It was a kind gesture, but I can't respond even if I want to. I make no response. He proceeded to strip all fibers of clothing my body and his in what seemed to be a quick swipe of his hands all while I remained still. He gently pushes us back into our embrace – flesh to flesh.

I gasp at the sensation that shoots through my body as my nipples brushes his bare chest. I know the reaction is wrong but comprehending why I enjoyed the touch was impossible. I have no emotional connection to this person, never known any form of attachment, and yet my body is creating different reactions that my mind is. I've lost all control of my flesh. I'm trapped in a single comparment of my brain with no access to the functions. My voice, my nerves, lungs, arms, and legs are all possessed.

Whether or not I force the actions, it is still me. Therefore, I still am the one doing it. I continue to crush my torso tighter to his desperately to get more friction and spark that same feeling. His calloused hands caress down my backside sending electric jolts to tingle up my spine. His claws snake around and begin to trace little circle patterns across my stomach. It chills me to core so he breaths into the junction of my collarbone assuming he created a form of heat. The intensity of his blazing breath magnified to scorch every pore on my neck. More cautious kisses then began to trail downward, and slowly, venture back to my face.

Inside the only walls that manage to not be consumed by a foreigner, I cringe. I fear for the worst possibilities and try my best to be prepared for the things I might not be able to stop. The fear takes me to a weariness.

I didn't notice the tears falling until I felt soft lips press onto my closed eyes. I don't know how I snapped out of the trance long enough to break our gaze, but I longed to do it again. He must seem to think that I've already decided to willingly give in and is crying for the sake of anxiety. He locks our eyes once more – all is forgotten. His lips return to my pulse to lightly nip and suck. My knees buckle but I never fall as he sucks harder, wraps his arms around my waist and leads me to ground underneath.

The weight of his body – there was none – but it's prescense was surely there above me. A strange mechanism swtiches on and I find my hands slowly winding through silk and massasing his scalp in appretiation. I hold my breath as his mouth takes in a soft nipple and sucks it erect. I suppose he purposely ignores the other as a form of teasing. Inside I feel the nausea and something else steadily forming .

Below, I feel an aching or an itch of some sort that feels like I could never scratch. I squeeze my thighs and rub my legs together in an effort to way it go away. He quickly notices my distress and rubs soothingly on my thighs to halt my movements. I follow his orders and he carefully seperates them and exposes me entirely. He situations himself between my legs and brushes one more kiss against my cheek before I lose it entirely.

The notion of losing made itself present and I caught it immediately. My efforts to regain power of my body have failed. I couldn't prevent the things previously done. How much longer will it be until he decides to let me go? What chance did I have of miracously making myself get up and run away?. In this one battle I feel defeated even if I haven't yet lost. His victory is in hindsight. I give up. I succumb to the supermassive blackhole that is sucking me in.

So the only thing I can do is weep again and the floodgates open. In a matter of milliseconds, we are one. I'm not just a half in the world but united as one with another half. This is what I believed to be the reason why only those who truly belonged together for eternity should be allowed to actually, merge together. He already began kissing away the oncoming tears before I began to feel this forceful tearing seep in. I was amazed and so, so shocked after realizing that not only was my innocence splitting in two but my universe as well. The sharp intake of oxygen mingled with fear and excitement was overruled as the latter otherwise he wouldn't have continued.

Who in their right mind would wait over half their lifetime to experience this remarkable sensation? The only thing that was wrong with the situation was that I do not have that much needed right mind because if I did I would be able to control these sensations instead of being trapped in a smaller sector of my own temple.

I don't want this … I don't want this …..

It becomes a mantra I inwardly chant against the opposite desires of my flesh. His movements are slow and protective, even, as he kisses over every possible trace of skin on my face. A sudden snap of his hips makes me emit a soft whimper. I didn't expect that or my own voice to come into air. He grinds against me with grace and elegance. I bite my lip in order to mute any further noises.

I don't want this.. I don't want this...

My breath grows more ragged with every stroke, increasingly heavier and labored in my attempt to muffle any moan that could possibly escape.

It's so beautiful.

The cycle of escalating torture begins to almost destroy my insides. My body starts to convulse. I no longer feel the caress of grass against my back as it arches and exposes myself to the sky. Deeper and harder he explores while gifting me with the penetration to reveal nerves that I've never known to have. Soil fills every crevice in my feet as my toes dig into the Earth in satisfaction. My hands clutch him for support. My nails scrape into his flesh.

Rather death than loss of dignity.

Then, I feel as if somewhere on the corner of the earth I'm hanging onto the last thread of my life. The cord is disintegrating and I'm doing everything in my power to hold on. I break through layers of his skin to pull back up. But he keeps going and going to pull me down. My head flies back in agony as I'm on edge. I don't know whether or not he latched my ankles around his waist but it gives him the leverage to plow further. I almost vanish. Soft moans escape me and entertwine with the quick pants of his breath.

I fall and explode into disgraceful pieces of shrapnel as I choke on a moan and sob in unison.

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