Corrupted the Blind


Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

13.06.2010: This chapter has been re-edited and title of story changed from 'Ancient Feelings'.


Inuyasha was alone in his dark bedroom, the blankets posing as curtains drawn over the window. He wanted no light to influence him.

Her voice was as clear as the river's water to him; he simply had to remember the timber and he'd hear the words that had haunted him for so, so long.

You're a monster.

Inuyasha couldn't wait to break Kagome's heart.

I'll kill you. I'll rid the world of your miserable flesh right now. Right here. Remember this place.

He couldn't remember when it had begun, just that it had been Hell for him. From a loving lover, she'd transformed into his most twisted enemy, along with her so-called friends. For so long she had stood by his side, loved him with her body, perhaps even with her heart; had that been a sham, too?

For the sake of his sanity, he liked to think it hadn't.

She'd changed. The signs had been scarce at the beginning, but she'd kept sneaking out of his arms at night then returning along with the first rays of sun, smelling of men and sex. He'd ignored it, thought nothing of it, until the proof had stabbed his eyes first hand.

How had she dared?

Now his sole reason for living was repaying the favor, making her ache, making her want to scream and not stop until her soul would dry out. He could just envision her; she'd twist and turn in her bed, facing the pillows, clutching them tightly, her nails raking them over and over, the bedroom crawling along with her sobs, her wails. She'd cry, she'd moan, regretting everything she'd ever chosen to do.

And she wouldn't even know what she'd done wrong. How sweet it sounded…

Hurt as he was, there was no compassion left. As much as he still loved her, he couldn't forgive her. He could never. So what he had left was to wound her equally.

Truly, completely ravage her.

"Another one?" he asked, looking at the intricate little bottle he'd received, and the witch nodded.

"This one's for Kagome and the servants," she replied. It was a potion to keep them in their blissful fog.

"Why do they remember more than she does?" Inuyasha asked curiously.

"We gave them less strong potions, but this time we're going all the way. We can't afford any mistakes." Fair enough.

He wished he could have forgotten, too, but now was too late. His heart was too hurt, too broken. He would never be whole again.

"Why didn't you make me forget, too?" he asked miserably, wishing they had given him the potion long ago, that he could have run away from this nightmare.

The woman merely smiled.

"Pour the content of the bottle in the salt. Everyone in the house uses it," she instructed and waited for him to nod before continuing. "But only pour a quarter of the bottle at a time. Do that every week." Until then, she had been the one to do it, but it had been a difficult feat to achieve. It was easier for him, because he was awaited in the house daily, if he so wished.

They would all be left in the darkness. Kagome, Sango, Miroku, the other servants, everyone. Inuyasha would make sure of it.

And he'd seduce her. He'd toy with her heart, make her fall in love with him harder than ever before then crush her like she deserved. Sweet revenge; he didn't care if he died in the process.


"Inu-Inuyasha?" Kagome asked shakily, her lips trembling momentarily as she lost herself in his molten gaze. His breath so close to her sensitive lips made her shiver gently, as if a tender wind had wrapped her body in a warm caress. His hands were on her hips now.

He said nothing as he bent down to touch his lips to hers once again. When he closed his eyes, she did as well. His left hand came up to tilt her face to the side and his tongue slipped past her lips slyly, showing her that he could light the fire inside her like no other. She accepted his kiss, accepted his touches even when they became bolder, because it was all she knew to do. Her loss of experience that had come along with that of her memory made her feel handicapped, but he grabbed one of the hands she let dangling and brought it to his chest. Understanding the message, she placed her other one on his hip, moving them along with the intensity of their kiss.

His lips scorched hers, his breath became her breath, and she thought he felt the same thing when she returned the passion, the flame.

It was late in the evening and she felt naughtier than ever.

Soon he released his grip on her, letting her breathe and concentrate on what had happened. He'd kissed her. By doing that, she understood he had feelings for her. It didn't matter to her that he hadn't confessed them first, because this went beyond a normal relationship. She was a married woman, he was a man she knew next to nothing about, yet they were connected by something she couldn't and didn't want to name. It was enough that he'd given her this, that he'd declared what he felt without using words.

She loved him, too.

"Come with me," she urged, and he thought she might bring him to her bedroom. Desperate memories clutched him, but he shook them off, determined to do anything to make her fall deeper and deeper, to posses her entirely, to be able to call her only his, and then defeat her.

But soon he realized she was going to show her the garden. Unexpectedly, tears clouded his vision when he realized that was the only place unmarred, still pure. She'd never brought any other man there; he'd been the only one allowed to visit their special place. She was going to bring him to the place that had once sealed their love.

"I have to show you something," she told him as she guided him by grabbing his hand and walking steadily, determined to share with him something she didn't remember having ever shared with a man.

"This is my garden," she said as soon as they entered and he didn't look around, knowing it by heart. He'd been here, he'd even taken her here, between the trees, under the moonlight, next to the fountains; he could remember it vividly. It hurt so much.

"But there's one place I don't show others. One place that belongs to me, and I want to share it with you," she admitted tensely, turning her head to the side timidly, just so he could study her nervous face for a few seconds.

There was a bench before them, and he remembered so many full moons, so many starless skies, so many sunrises in this same setting.

It hurt so much.

Bravely, he swallowed his agony and managed to look mysterious under the stars as Kagome smiled up at him.

"This is it," she stated, as if she was asking his opinion.

Without answering, he smiled as he briefly looked at his surroundings, deceiving her that he thought them to be breathtaking. Truthfully, he loathed them.

"We have to talk," he said softly and she nodded cautiously. She didn't want him to start thinking rationally; for once, she wanted to be free and careless; she wanted not to care about anything.

"Is it about…" the kiss? She couldn't say it, but he understood anyway.

"It's about this," he gestured between the both of them. "And your husband."

She had no husband.

"He's…" She didn't know what to say. Should she lie and say he was deadly ill, and that she was available? It would sound heartless and shallow. Then should she tell him she had no recollection of anything that had happened to her in her recent life? That she didn't even remember her husband's face?

"This can't keep happening like this," he said firmly. "I don't want you hiding in a garden, I don't want you feeling guilty over doing this," he whispered and tugged on her hair so she could instinctively turn her head to the side, baring her neck to him. Licking the skin gently, he relished her gasp. He could still make her shiver.

"Y-yes," she whispered back, "I am married after all, but…"

"Are you?" he asked seriously, his eyes finding hers. The intensity in his gaze made her feel wrong, as if she'd be ravished in a second.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice almost quivering. She was terrified of the concept that he knew everything about her life. It shouldn't be possible.

"What you want to make of it," he replied gravely, making her purse her lips uncomfortably.

She didn't know why, but she felt the need to get away from him all of a sudden; to deny him her love. In his cold eyes she saw the ghost of someone incredible, but she feared she would be tricked. For just a moment, Kagome realized he could be another test for her sanity. If he ever hurt her… she didn't know if she could ever be whole again.

Kagome averted her eyes, unwilling to do this anymore, but Inuyasha sensed her hesitance and reacted promptly. He grabbed her chin roughly and harshly brought her lips to his. The pressure of his mouth against hers, coaxing it to open was the fragile woman's undoing, because she didn't know how to fight it, how to quench it. She let out a lost moan, giving the ruthless man the perfect opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth, scorching everything in its path, including her very heart. The flames twisted inside her body, making her aware of sensitive places she didn't remember having.

Her tingling skin, the luscious shudders that went up and down her spine, Inuyasha's frantic caresses made her weak with desire and panic struck her violently. She realized in that moment that she was unable to deny him anything. He had her wrapped around his will and she feared that. If she couldn't even stop his sizzling kisses, how could she ever stop his assault on her heart?

Did she want to?

The question brought forth a frustrated grunt as her hands unconsciously tangled themselves in his rich mane. He smirked against her mouth, trailing his hands down her sides as he guided her towards the bench.

He sat down, pulling her on top of him, her hands on either side of his lap. She could feel him hard under her and understood what it meant, but his mouth attached hers viciously, leaving her breathless and unable to think properly. He erased every doubt with his lips, lit every dim fire with his touch. His passion was like poison darting from his body towards hers, invading her veins.

Now more than ever she couldn't resist him.

Inuyasha could feel every one of Kagome's pleasure-filled moans traveling down his throat, echoing inside his own chest as he swallowed them greedily. But he never got lost in her soothing presence, in the warmth of her skin; he never let the heat of her mouth and the texture of her tongue conquer his mind; he had plans.

The determined man avoided her eyes, but she had hers closed. Slowly, his fingers pulled the dress from her right shoulder, letting the thin light of the moon make her skin glitter brilliantly. Kagome shivered, perhaps from the chilly wind, perhaps from his touch. His lips touched the smooth texture gently, as if he was meant to worship her. Soon, his tongue tasted her shoulder, making the young woman throw her head back and grind herself against the man under her. He grunted lowly, sensing his own arousal, but unwilling to do anything about it just yet. Yes, she had invaded his senses, and yes, he was drunk on her, but he wouldn't let this cloud his judgment.

It was still a game.


The imposing figure dragged Audrey by the elbow through the entire passage, avoiding the spell traps and guiding her to do the same. It was the first time Audrey walked through the secret passageway while conscious. A door opened in the wall to show a large office full of odd-looking objects and jars of herbs and body parts of animals Audrey had no desire to know. The man inside seemed not to have noticed them enter; he was too engrossed in a transparent screen that showed images of something Audrey could not describe from such a distance.

It soon became clear that the images showing were reality, something that was happening at that moment. Audrey followed the woman as she approached the wizard and they were both surprised to see a beautiful garden and two people sitting on a wooden bench. Audrey's heart beat so loudly that she could hear it pounding in her eardrums, rebelling to flee out of her body. She couldn't stand to watch; she feared that this time it would be something far worse than she had ever witnessed.

Instead, she scanned the room to remember any detail. Shelves, books – lots of them – and many, many bottles. On the desk, right next to the floating transparent screen there was a tiny, intricate bottle, that Audrey recognized from somewhere. If she remembered correctly, she'd seen one in Kagome's house before.

When the witch chuckled lowly, Audrey's gaze connected with the playing images, and she gasped, never noticing how Naraku's head turned just slightly to the side at the unexpected sound. On the bench was Inuyasha and above him Kagome, her shoulder bared to his wandering lips and her waist and back attacked by his probing hands. Soon Kagome relaxed in his embrace and something seemed wrong about the picture. The young woman rested her head on her lover's shoulder and he stopped his assault on her skin. Furtively, Inuyasha pulled something out of his pocket – a bottle.

Suddenly, the image became very large and clear, feeling as if they were all there, in front of the couple, witnessing everything first hand. Audrey knew instantly what was wrong about the image before her. The bottle in Inuyasha's hand, the tiny recipient, it was identical to the one on Naraku's desk. Her eyes trailed from one bottle to the other and she almost didn't believe it, until she saw Inuyasha's cruel smirk and his fleeting glance at Kagome, as if to make sure she wasn't looking, before he put the potion inside his pocket again.

It was hard to swallow.

Audrey was aware of how much Inuyasha had suffered, of how heartbroken he'd been, but to see him try to destroy Kagome was too much. For him to ally with two of the people he should hate was unbelievable. She knew that Kagome had lost her memory. In fact, she knew everyone had lost their memory; after all, that was why she and Lady Caroline and Rin and Kaede were being imprisoned - wasn't it? Because the potion of erasing memories didn't work on them.

Inuyasha's mad eyes had been unforgivable. His revenge would surely be catastrophic.

Kagome would be devastated.

Audrey felt sorry for the both of them, but there wasn't much she could do, unless she got out of this place. How sad it was... no one except Inuyasha knew what was happening, and he was the only one who had absolutely nothing to win from warning Kagome.

On the contrary.

Suddenly, Audrey felt so sick.

"Look, he's got your acting skills, lover," the beautiful witch commented, knowing that any comparison to Inuyasha would piss him off.

"He's just miserable," the man responded, recognizing the emptiness in Inuyasha's eyes. There was no chance for that man, and this made the wizard happy.

He paused temporarily, remembering something and turning his head a little to the side. "How is Yura?" he asked, his voice unreadable.

"Miserable, I should presume," the woman answered cheerfully with a grin and received his satisfied smirk in return.

"Outstanding," he said, his words as full of passion as he usually was. As long as she suffered, his Yura would know to come back to him. He was sure that one day she would get tired of Inuyasha and remember that her husband was still home, still waiting for her. But what he didn't know was that she thought about that every day.

Just when it appeared as if the wizards had forgotten about Audrey's presence, the man looked at the young woman dispassionately, as daunting as he'd always been.

The witch saw it and reacted, explaining, "She forgot everything."

"Is that so?" he asked doubtfully, almost making Audrey squirm, but she remembered she had to play the confused. She didn't know who they were. She didn't know who they were. If she told herself that a couple more times, maybe she'd believe it.

"The potion worked, but not on all of them," the woman old him, glad that it had at least crossed one threat off their list.

The man inspected Audrey, who did her best to look confused. Looking intimidated was not an issue.

"Wh-who are you?" she asked. "What am I doing here? And why was I in that dungeon? I don't know what you're planning, but I want to go home!"

He paced around her; did he believe her or not? It was hard to tell.

"Do you really not remember anything?" he asked and she stiffened for a second, barely remembering she had to maintain her composure.

"Do I not remember what?" she countered and he smiled, walking in circles around her. It felt wonderful to be the predator while she was the pray; he felt so invigorated.

"A couple of things," he answered nonchalantly from behind her, and she turned around swiftly to face him but realized he was behind her again. He liked to pray tricks and they were gradually starting to disarm her.

"Look," she said slowly, almost quietly. "I just want to go home, can I? I promise I won't mention anything of this weirdness, I won't even think about you again, but can I? I miss my mother." Her mother – she didn't even have a mother. She had no one actually, but he couldn't know what.

"Do you?" he asked, almost looking sympathetic.

And yet…

The man took something from the desk. The bottle full of potion. Audrey furrowed her brows – was he going to give her the potion again? Now that she 'had no memories'?

"If you drink this I'll let you go," he promised, holding out the potion. "I just want to check something." He seemed so curious that Audrey prayed she wouldn't lose her memory. It hadn't happened so far, why would it work now of all times?

Slowly, cautiously, she brought the bottle to her lips and looked at the man curiously, before sipping a bit of the liquid inside. It was terrible; bitter and sour at the same time. Foul, plain foul. She coughed in disgust and almost dropped the rest of it, but the man took it out of her hand just in time. For a long time he studied her closely, anxious for it to take effect.

Audrey's eyes widened as she felt a drastic pull on her insides, as if she needed to say everything that lay on her soul. She wanted to scream at them everything she knew, regardless of whether she should or not.

The man noticed this and smirked.

Audrey hissed, "You bastard!"

"So," he said, chuckling lightly, "have you really lost your memory?"

Audrey could feel them coming, the words, those blasted two letters making their way through her throat, past her tongue and just escaping her lips, "N-no."

She'd wanted, she'd meant not to say it, but she'd had no choice.

He'd given her a truth potion.

His haunting laughter, the pressure of her failure on her shoulders.

"Perfect," he said. "So you do remember who Kagome is?"

"Yes," she said almost breathlessly, still struggling to hold back, but realizing it was useless. She couldn't. The potion was too strong. The witch, that bitch gasped loudly, not having expected this. Audrey wanted to roll her eyes just to spite her, but she didn't. She was helpless. Tears of frustration tore at the corners of her eyes.

"Who else knows about our little secret?" he asked disdainfully, truthfully more curious than anything else.

"Eveline," she answered mechanically, unable to resist.

"Hn," he nodded, "I've already taken care of her." After a pause, Audrey saw his satisfied smirk, knowing that he'd reconsidered and he was going to tell her something else, something that would surely disturb her. "Kagome herself gave her the potion. Poor Eveline, unable to resist it like you did." Of course, it had been much potent than those first versions of it; now the potion was almost invincible. With the exception of these four women.

"You bastard, bastard," Audrey murmured, unable to do much more.

"You keep saying that," he said, quite irritated. "My treasure, I did not expect this kind of pretense from you." The words astonished her, because she didn't understand what he meant. His smile was inexplicable, as well.

"Have you found a successful way to escape, the four of you?" he asked next and her eyes widened. Terror gripped her, knowing she was about to do the worst thing she could.

"I'm trying," Rin said, the sound of shackles moving almost deafening them. "They'll give, I know they will. I've been doing this for a long time, you just didn't notice," she explained, rubbing the chains together in the hope of them weakening, so she could open them.

"An amazing idea, Rin. Should we try, as well?" Kaede asked, impressed by the girl's imagination.

"It would help," the girl said, unyielding.

"Not yet," Audrey replied unwillingly, a tolerable answer for the moment. She hoped he wouldn't persist.

But he did. "Is there any way you could ever escape?"

This time, tears did flow down her face. She was betraying not only herself, but the other three women, as well. "Yes," she replied, her eyes downcast.

"Really?" he asked, truly interested. "Tell me."

"Rin has managed to weaken the chains a little by rubbing them together. It is possible that in a while she'll manage to open them," she answered, ashamed of herself, even though she hadn't been able to help it.

"Very well," he nodded, "Then I shall change your chains weekly. I had the impression they were too thin anyway."

After so much humiliation, Audrey thought that she would be spared of any more, but she was wrong. For her insolence he intended to punish her.

"Did you see what happened just now in Kagome's garden? Do you understand what this means? I've driven Inuyasha to act against Kagome. Now he'll take his revenge; isn't that lovely?" Lovely, he said. The witch behind him laughed vigorously, enjoying the current situation. They were sick, sick people.

"Fuck you, Naraku," Audrey cursed with all her heart for all of the times she'd seen Kagome act like a whore, for all of the times she'd witnessed Inuyasha hurt inside his own shell, for all the days Naraku had kept her here in the darkness of a dungeon. For all of the destruction Inuyasha would cause and for all of the misery that would rise.

She was rewarded with a slap from the man, his features twisted into something despicable.

His soul was ugly.

"You," he hissed, "should not make me do something I don't think it is time for."

She didn't know what that was, but had the impression she didn't want to know anyway.

"Tsubaki," he called harshly, and the witch behind him stepped ahead.

"Lover?"

"Get this woman in the dungeon and make her realize she can't win this. They can't win this," Naraku declared, the fire pits from hell burning in his eyes.


He groaned out loud, crushing her more to his body – it was all a façade. Kagome's surprised gasp was a satisfying reward as he traced her sides with inquisitive fingers. She was his now. If he demanded her body, she would give it to him; if he wanted to take her soul and sell it, she'd let him.

Perfect.

Smirking cruelly, Inuyasha looked at the moon above her shoulder, licking her skin lazily at the same time. It was his time to shine.

Unexpectedly, he pushed her head off his shoulder and pulled on her nape to bring her mouth to his, applying much more pressure on her lips than in any other kiss. This was a hymn of what was to come; the hymn of her fall. She would fall. Kagome held her breath, getting dizzy but loving it at the same time. He released her abruptly then, pushing her backwards a little that she almost fell.

"Think about it," he told her seriously, before turning on his heels and leaving the garden, leaving her behind.

The dazzling moon was still shining.


They were desperate.

It looked like this time the potion had worked. Rin did not remember a thing. They reminded her, told her stories, memories, yet she didn't know a thing. She was more confused about why she was there.

The Caveman, they wanted to say, but realized she didn't know who that was. "Naraku," Caroline told her. "He brought us here and chained us because we were the only one who remembered how he'd tricked Kagome and Inuyasha."

"Why would anyone trick Kagome and Inuyasha?"

Rin didn't remember Naraku; he'd made his entrance far too late in their life for her to remember him.

"Rin, he and Tsubaki, an evil woman, together they tried to break Kagome and Inuyasha apart. I'm not sure why yet, but they made terrible things. By the time we finally understood what was happening, why Kagome was avoiding us and why Inuyasha kept saying horrible things about her, it was too late. We were already here. Don't you remember?"

Rin only remembered Kagome and Inuyasha's wonderful relationship, their love for each other.

"When can we go out?" she asked, almost childishly. After all, she'd been reduced to a young age.

The others groaned for the millionth time, praying that something would happen. Why had they let Rin eat that poisoned food?

Suddenly they heard some noise and their throats dried. Was that Tsubaki, coming to get another of them? If they were asked, should they say they'd forgotten? Rin had, so she could be free, but… Rin wouldn't be able to warn Kagome and Inuyasha.

Their fear climbed intense heights when they realized it was not only Tsubaki, but Audrey as well, looking more depressed than ever. The witch changed their chains by magic, and it wasn't like Rin was fit to weaken hers anymore; she didn't know how to.

"Here's your rat," Tsubaki said, throwing Audrey on the ground and making shackles appear to bind her once again. This time, unlike the very first time, Audrey didn't resist.

Then the witch left, letting darkness signal her departure.

"Audrey?" Lady Caroline's voice floated in the air first. She wanted to know what had happened, but feared that the answer would be unbearable.

"Y-yes," she replied, tears blinding her.

"Can you tell us what happened? Why are you back?"

There was a momentary silence. "I screwed up," she stated feebly.

"What do you mean?" Caroline asked, suddenly frightened of the possibilities.

"He has a potion that makes a person tell the truth about anything."

Caroline swallowed heavily, the reason why the witch had changed their chains suddenly clear.

"It wasn't your fault," she decided instantly. It could have happened to any of them.

Audrey shook her head; no, her fault was far worse, far more unforgivable. "I told them about the Rin's chains weakening, about Eveline," she admitted and Caroline gasped. "He said he'd already taken care of her. Caroline, I don't know what he meant." She was truly sorry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and I want to die. I shouldn't have pretended to have lost my memories." But this didn't absolve her crime.

"We had a flicker of hope, but now I destroyed it," she cried out as the others remained silent. "And Inuyasha… now he's seducing Kagome, and who knows what he'll do to her out of vengeance. He's mad, I saw his eyes. I saw it in the way he looked at her."

Kaede sniffed loudly. "You didn't destroy our hope," she said lowly. "Rin has lost her memory."

Indeed, the girl had been unusually quiet.

"What?" Audrey said, her eyes wide and frightened. "Why?"

"The food. There was potion in the food we all gave her. Perhaps it was too much, perhaps it was too potent. She lost her memory," Kaede explained, still quite unable to grasp the meaning herself.

"We're doomed," Caroline's somber voice echoed in the dungeon and the three women froze at the hollow sound.


Kagome remained on the bench for a long time, still trying to grasp what had happened. For the first time in her life, she hadn't been able to control the desires of her body. She'd given in so easily, so wantonly. But she would never doubt her feelings again. Whatever it was, this was right. What she felt for him was right and she would trust her instincts.

She loved Inuyasha.

A fresh need to cry surprised her. It came from within her chest, as if the overwhelming passion she felt was too much, as if she should let it out.

For once, she liked that she couldn't remember her life.

A smile danced on her puffy lips, reminding her of his kisses. Unintentionally, her gaze drifted towards the sky, inspecting the sparkling stars. There were clouds, just a few, but she was sure it wouldn't rain soon. She squinted suddenly when two of them twisted into Yura and Inuyasha's faces on the sky and Kagome blinked twice.

What did that mean?