Disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own Inuyasha or any of it's characters. The most I own are the mangas. All rights go to Rumiko Takahashi.
WARNING! If you have not read I Think She is the One I suggest that you read it now before you read this. Thanks to all of the people who decided to review. THIS IS A SEQUEL! Any reviews, constructive critisms, and ideas are welcome. I don't have any ideas for Sesshomaru in my story, so that could be a major help, you'll get credit.
Into the Mind of a Killer:
Chapter One: Enter Naraku
Mount Hakurei...
The walls were dank and dark. The stone on them glistened in the dim light that was cast by the light of the candles that were placed on stone ledges all around. Shadow flickered along the walls.
Naraku sat and looked up at Sango. She was bound to the wall with thick leather straps, and she was gagged with a large rag. He got up and walked over to the demon slayer, looking at the tears that ran down her face. He grinned evilly.
"Now, there's no need to cry, my dear Sango. You will come in handy. Just wait for it..."
8 months later...
Sango was still strapped to the wall, the bonds loosening on her to help her large belly fit in. She constantly had aches and pains that meant only one thing. Sango was pregnant. She didn't have a clue what Naraku wanted her for. All she knew was that Naraku had kept her in this dark cave for eight months with no vision of the outside world. She had been let off the wall at moments when she ate or went to the bathroom.
Sango was very scared. Naraku hadn't told her anything. He had not told her his plans for her. She figured that was a good thing, though. She didn't want to have a thing to do with him. She missed Inuyasha very dearly. She knew he thought that she was dead. He could have moved on by now. Their love was now only a thing of the past.
She hadn't seen his face in eight months, but the parting present he had left her with was a constant reminder of it, and it brought pain both physically and emotionally to her. It made her think of all the good times she had spent with the loving half-demon, and the long quest that she had ventured on to gain his love. But now all of that was useless. She was a tool to Naraku, she was under his control and every desire he wished he could get from her.
Not only did she miss Inuyasha, but she missed Kirara. Her playful buddy had always been there for her and she really wanted her now. She wanted to feel her soft fur and feel the warmth of her at nights. Often tears fell down on the hard, cold floor made of stone out of missing her and Inuyasha.
Her dreams were filled with visions of happy times with Inuyasha. She dreamed of their life together as a happy couple, spending every day with adventure and every night with serene blissfulness. But that would never happen.
However, none of this bothered her as much as another disturbing thought. What if Inuyasha had forgotten about her? What if she was just a memory to him and nothing else? She didn't like to think like that. She hoped that Inuyasha still loved her and cherished her. She hoped he hadn't moved on. She would escape one day, she resolved on that. And when she did she would find her man and she would destroy Naraku with him.
She felt bad about being useless. She seen Naraku send out the Saimyosho and other countless demons and she couldn't warn anyone about it. There was no way she could stop the demons from finding their prey. She felt like an object, completely and utterly useless to the world around her.
She knew that Naraku was taunting her. He was doing everything right in front of her, just to make her feel this way. But he didn't give out any of his major plans to her, he was to bright for that. She knew how much he loved to see her mad. He would laugh at her distraught form, the baboon costume shaking under the force.
She clenched her fists in anger as she watched the monsterous figure stand up, looking into her direction. He was doing it again. With a flick of his hand the Saimyosho flew forward, and out of the room, through a passage and out of the cave. He grinned at her, the red glint of his eye making it obvious of what he was doing. She felt the hairs on her neck bristle, as they would on a cat.
How she hated him! She just wished he'd die. There could be no possible way for him to win now that the Shikon Jewel Shard was gone right? How could he even hope to obtain power? She hoped there was not another way. She didn't want anyone in danger.
Suprisingly, and for the first time that she'd seen, Naraku walked out of the room. She had never seen him do this, never. He had always sat in the dank darkness in silence. Why would he leave her alone like that?
She looked around. Of course, she wasn't alone. In the corner sat Kanna, the mirror held chest-high. She didn't know what creeped her out so much about the little white-haired demon girl, but she had always had a very bad feeling about her. Kanna would report to Naraku anything that went wrong. She was out of luck. She was still trapped.
Flashback...
A thick pink mist swam whispily through the air, bathing the delicate night with a luminous glow. It settled on the gravestones, and over the bones that littered the desolate land. Nothing was heard except for the crunch of two feet over the fragile bones. The stench of death polluted the air.
An odd hunched-back figure, cloaked in pink and white stood on a bare patch of land, looking into a boiling pot, which dispelled the luminous mist that surrounded the land. She straightened up as she heard a noise behind her, quickly turning around.
"You're here," she said moderately, looking through the whisps of haze towards another figure. "So you heeded my warning." The figure came closer, making his figures clear enough to distinguish.
There was not much to see except for the white baboon costume and the hollow black eyes that were set apart from each other. Naraku made a grunting noise.
"Don't flatter yourself. This is just a precaution." The hollow eyes bored deep into the woman's, who was obviously a seer of some sort.
"Do you remember what I said?" The whispering of the dead trees seemed to stop at her statement. All was deadly silent as Naraku grunted again.
"Of course I do." A hint of annoyance was in his voice. "Something about a fang." The seer shook her head wisely.
"Just as I thought. You didn't hear everything I said. You need to acquire the fang of the Dog General." Naraku looked at her hatefully.
"Stop beating around the bush, hag. How do I acquire this fang?" He stood unmoving as the witch turned back around and stirred the contents of her cauldron. Ladling some out and putting it in a small vial she turned back to Naraku.
"For starters you'll need this. It is the combination of demon souls and demonic prayer beads. They were melted down and they simmered all day." Naraku nodded.
"And what exactly will this formula do?" He took the vial from the aged seer. Fingering the closed top he smirked maliciously at her.
"The formula will melt down the swords that were created by the Demon Dog General: the Tetsusaiga, and the Tenseiga. You will need both fangs, and I should say that the Tetsusaiga will be easier to get. Find Inuyasha, come back if you need help." And with that the seer faded away, as if by some unknown magic that only she knew.
End flashback
Naraku felt the cold air around him. He would find the seer, and from her he would obtain the whereabouts of Sesshomaru and Inuyasha. His smirk was wide as he set out.
A/N: I know it was short but I wanted the first chapter to be a bit shorter so to give like a little intro. Did it kind of seem rushed? Well, that was the first chapter of Into the Mind of a Killer. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you decide to read chapter two when it is posted. Special thanks to anyone who sticks all the way through!