A/N: I know, I know! I was supposed to update last Sunday. I'm sorry. I wanted to post this but I didn't feel like this is how I wanted it to be. I don't know, it's just kind of disappointing. And not nearly as long as I'd like it to be. I'm thinking about making the chapters shorter in order to update more, what do you guys think?
I hope you guys like it though, and please review. I'm not trying to beg, but it's hard to keep inspiration when I have little feedback.
OH! And thank you to the new follows and faves you guys! Digital cookies for all of you!
Today is also my birthday! And guess what I got for my birthday?
Jury duty. No joke, I go in to court Monday ;_; Meanwhile I've been trying to figure out what I did to make Karma hate me…
Life's a drag, as the famous Nara Shikamaru would say.
Chapter Six: Majo Miyako
The hut Naraku sought out was built into the mountain, and almost impossible to reach by any weak human. The side of the mountain was a steep, jagged cliff face threatened to gut anyone unwelcomed.
He had flown all the way to the top with his youki, since it was the fastest way. Traveling like this never depleted his strength easily; in fact, it was better than wasting all the energy of traveling by foot. Stepping down into the mouth of the cavern, Naruto mentally prepared himself to deal with the witch. Just three paced in front of him was a white shoji with matching paper walls build to facet every inch of the rugged cave wall, so there was no way to get through other than the shoji.
And really, there was no way to break past it either. The witch was crafty with her potions, and just as crafty with her barriers. His barrier was made by the legendary witch herself.
But he really hated dealing with the wench.
He strode swiftly to the door and gave a soft knock, though, he knew the witch had already known he was coming from miles away. A silky voice replied.
"Naraku-sama, I permit you to enter."
The shoji slid open with a small glow of green; the witch's powers. Naraku wasted no time in his venture. Inside, small glass bottles hung by twine from various sharp points in the rocked ceiling; some of the odd colored bottles held various small body intestines or thick salves. At the center of the first stone room, an alter was set on a small square of upraised rock bed with incense on either side along with matching candles. The witch was nowhere to be found.
"Miyako, I have no patients for you today; appear or die," Naraku called out.
"So touchy, saiai," a woman slid past her doorway hidden in the back.
The woman's crimson hair was pulled back and clipped in a bun with two dark blue decorative hair sticks, leaving her 'M' shaped bangs to frame her delicate face. Three toned green eyes stared seductively into burning red ones. A black diamond with a triangle on each side was tattooed on her face, along with three black dots in a line under each green eye. She wore two hakama's altering from inner green to outer white, and finally to her rich blue kimono with white sakura blossoms decorated on.
Miyako pulled playfully at her green obi, letting the fabric pool at her feet. Her layers loosened now that they weren't being held, but still mysteriously hid the witch's bodice.
"Stop. I have come with a request; I do not have the time or patients for your adultery," Naraku sneered at the sly witch.
"Naraku, you overwork yourself. Come," She beckoned with a curled finger. He ignored her lustful plea, which he found very annoying.
"The potion you have supplied me with is not strong enough. The Miko has an incredible amount of holy power that she is not able to control; it would be unwise for me to leave her as she is," He said, narrowing his eyes as the witch turned serious.
"Interesting, indeed. However, before I can create a stronger draught, I would need to observe this almighty Miko you speak of," Miyako bent down slowly, letting her clothing reveal her plump chest. She gripped the fallen obi and held it out to Naraku.
"But first; dress me to your desire."
"Oh you poor thing! Just look at you!" A smooth voice whined as she knelt in front of Kagome, lifting her dirty hands in her pristine ones.
Kagome looked up in surprise; she hadn't even heard them enter. The woman before her was painfully beautiful, with her fiery red hair and her multi toned green eyes. She blinked her eyes to try to bring herself from her comatose state of mind, almost failing.
"I have something for you to drink, you look parched! Naraku, you realize humans are much more frail than we?" Kagome took the small bowl that was handed to her and downed the strange tasting substance. She grimaced at the taste, but said nothing. She would rather drink the dirty water than not drink anything at all. And since she hardly got to drink water she gladly took whatever she could get.
"Do not patronize me with your silly worries; remember why you are here," Naraku narrowed his eyes towards the crafty witch, then proceeded to study the hopeless form that was Kagome.
"Saiai," The woman said, addressing Naraku, who silently seethed at the audacious woman from the doorway, "I will bathe her. Remove these chains."
"Watch your tongue, witch," Naraku snapped, and roughly yanked Kagome out of her grasp and unchained the onna.
Miyako smiled, "Come, Shikon miko."
Kagome stumbled up and reluctantly followed after her. Her legs shook and she felt like a newborn fawn. She'd never stepped foot out of the small room, especially because she was chained to the floor limiting her movement to almost none. For a moment she couldn't remember when she had stopped fighting her captures, or even why. Her mind literally came up blank she felt emotionally numb. She wanted to ask why she was here, but from the attitude that Naraku had shown to the woman, she didn't want to test it.
She tried to track where they were going, but quickly lost herself in the maze of hallways and stairs. Finally, they reached a red shoji and the beautiful woman slid in followed closely by Kagome. Naraku had not followed them, to Kagomes surprise.
Miyako motioned for Kagome to come closer and she obliged, albeit reluctantly. As she removed the dirty articles, Kagome observed the room. There was a spring that covered half of the big room. The wood floor only reached a few meters before descending into stairs and meeting the grassy ground surrounding the hot water.
"Who are you?" Kagome asked in a small voice as she was lead into the water.
"My name is Lady Miyako," She said, "I know you are the Shikon miko, but what do they call you?"
"… Kagome," She said hesitantly, her name felt foreign to say. Or even be heard.
