(AN)---This story is
assuming two things from the start. (1) Sesshoumaru
wants Kagome, but has not been given the opportunity to act on the desire. (2) Naraku knows this. How does he know this? One of the questions that will be presented,
but not likely answered. It isn't
important to the story to know how this came about, only that it has. :-D
Um, yes, a few WARNINGS!
This is Sesshoumaru/Kagome with
a little twist of Naraku/Kagome. The main
pairing is S/K. And I'm not sure yet,
but maybe another pairing will be implied. I won't say who on account of I'm not certain if they will appear or
not. I'll let you know when I know!
This is a somewhat 'darkfic',
but it ends on a note of hope and promise. Yes, I have twisted some of the characters around to my own liking, but
you'll find their core-personalities relatively intact.
I won't be posting all of this story here, on account of a good portion of it
being 'lemon'. But I will be providing a
link where you can read the rest, if you choose to. Serious warnings for that part, so pay
attention to them. If you don't, you'll
wish you had. That said, this IS a 'lemon',
though what you read here will never
rise above the available ratings.
Last but not least, I like Naraku! And if you don't, that's your choice, I'll
respect it. All I ask in return is that
you respect *my* choice. That means:
comment, review, encourage, or point out technical errors, but do not flame!
Now that I've said that, I'll
most likely get flames. ^_^
There is an additional AN at the bottom. Do not
skip it!
Thanks everybody! ^_^
Enemy of My Enemy:
The Invitation
Kagura landed with a
backwash of wind. No chit-chat, no
preliminaries. She glared at the man who
had previously turned down her plea for help and said, "You and my master have
unfinished business. Come or don't." With that she flung a scrap of cloth at
him. In the same motion she plucked a
feather from her hair and launched into the once still night. The invitation given, just as Naraku had
ordered---There was no point for her to stay any longer.
Sesshoumaru watched the
wind-witch go, gold eyes beautiful, but empty of interest. He opened his clawed hand and looked down at
the rectangle of cloth that lay innocently across his palm.
Kagura stood in the doorway,
looking in on Naraku's turned back. She
was nervous, had been since her foiled attempt at escape, but her pride
wouldn't let her body betray her. So her
chin was raised and her crimson eyes glared at the hanyou in that snide way she
knew annoyed him. She leaned
nonchalantly against the screen, her fan opening and closing in rhythm, like
the wings of a feeding butterfly.
"The message has been
delivered." To emphasize her cool and
unscarred act, she added, "Do you really think he'll come?"
Naraku's lips turned up into
a slight, self-pleased smile, though the gesture was not for his child's
benefit. "He'll come," he said, liking
how the small creature before him tried to draw back from his voice, having not
been prepared for it to be in such proximity to her. He reached up and traced cool fingers over
the subtle line of her cheek, her jaw, feeling the way her teeth clenched
beneath.
Kagura snorted behind him,
though the sound was less-pronounced than it once had been. She had no idea what Naraku was up to, and
she did not like that. She had thought
she understood his recent actions pretty well, though he rarely told her the
full of his plans anymore. And then he
had sent her out to entice that cold bastard, Sesshoumaru. Try as she might, she could not see how the
youkai Lord fit into the puzzle.
Not my business, she thought brusquely, pushing it all
aside. My business is my self.
She snapped her fan
shut. "If you say so."
"When he arrives, Kagura, I
want you and Kanna well out of range of his sense."
The wind-user paused,
half-turned in the doorway. Was he
telling her to leave? Was all this some elaborate test to see how loyal she was? Her eyes narrowed. It would be just like Naraku to bring in that
stupid dog-demon for the sole purpose of tormenting her. But she knew that couldn't possibly be it, he
had to gain more than her pain...but what?
There was no way for her to
ask, and nothing left that she could say. Kagura resigned herself to her ignorance and turned back to her original
path. If Naraku said leave, she would
leave. For now, her heart was in his
hands, and his words were law. For now.
Kagura was thinking of
escape yet again, but that was nothing new. Naraku left his underling to wallow in her silly fantasies and focused
his dark eyes on the jewel before him. The one that would help him acquire all that he desired. In the continuing silence after Kagura's
departure, he observed the girl as she began to relax again, her tense muscles
uncurling and her delicate hands settling more quietly in their bonds. Her resemblance to Kikyou was really uncanny.
She hadn't talked much since
the first hour of her arrival, but she did so now, turning her head in his
direction as if the action made some sort of difference.
"I'll see you dead for
this." She spoke calmly, with just
enough conviction to let him know she believed her own words.
"Many have tried, and yet,
here I am. I don't believe you are in any
position to be issuing threats." To
prove his point he absently pulled his hand through the soft waves of her hair,
watching it spill like cool liquid silk from his fingers.
As expected, she jerked away
from the offending touch, growling warning deep in her so fragile throat. It was a sound reserved for more threatening
frames, but he had to credit her for her straight spine. Most in her position would have crumbled long
ago, as the hours crawled by. But she
seemed only to grow more level and determined, more
certain in her own powers, and those of her companions.
It was admirable, to say the
least. But an utter waste on her part. Nobody was coming for her. Or more, nobody that he didn't want to come
for her.
Let Kagura have her doubts,
Naraku had complete faith in the trap he had set and baited. For one reason or another, the great youkai
lord would come.
TBC...
This story is basically PWP
with just a touch of plot. Citrus-type
stories are best, IMO, if they are honest. If they don't hide behind some half-contrived plot manufactured for the
sole purpose of trying to make the 'lemon' believable, or acceptable.
I don't often write lemons,
but I have been known to read them. I proudly
admit that, and I'm not ashamed. I am
over eighteen years old and have every right to access things of an 'adult
nature'. I will, however, respect ff.net's
decision to not have NC-17 fics posted to their site, despite the fact that I do
not agree with them or their methods. I've
resigned myself to the sad reality that ff.net no longer reflects its users, or
really even cares.
This is my first TRUE foray
into the 'lemon' genre. I will try to
keep it tasteful, but I will not sugarcoat it. There will not be any 'waves crashing' or 'fireworks exploding'...
-_-; Sorry guys, I can't write like that. Romance novels of that level of absurdity make
me laugh. Smutty novels make me laugh,
too. Let's see if I can walk between the
two without falling too far into either, okay?
How many of you don't really
care, as long as it's Sess/Kag?! ^_~