A/N: Alright people here's the low-down. Some people really hate
the fact I have a romance between Naraku and Nasai, but I'm here to say
that I'm going to continue with it. If you totally hate that idea then
don't flame me, just leave. ( Though I don't want you to! ) c'mon people
open your minds! ( Please? ) By the way: Warning: sexual situations.
Chapter Ten: Crimson Moonlight
He shook his head and sweat flew from his brow; Nasai saw these as shavings of silver, chips of diamonds as they cascaded to the unyielding marble below. There, Shippou stood panting, his eyes locked intensely upon Naraku who stood at her side.
" Nasai!" They heard him yell, " Did he hurt you?" Hurt her? No, he hadn't. Confused her, yes that was it.
" How did you find us?" Nasai answered with a question of her own. Watching his features coil about in utter confusion, though it mattered not to Nasai, only his answer.
" Your scent, I followed it here." Strange it would take him a day to get here, thought she did not pry. She also thought Naraku and Kyra would have taken more precaution, and would have hidden their scents more completely. Nasai said nothing, as if she were unable to speak. Her lips parted yet nothing floated from them. It was then she saw Shippou draw a dagger from a sheath at his side, running towards Naraku, yet before she could see the outcome her dream had ended.
She sprang up half away within her bed. Droplets of sweat streamed down her contorted features, noticing the scent of salt within the air. Running her fingers across her face she perceived that it was her own tears, she was sobbing. Whipping the dying trails of salt from her crimson cheeks she saw the moonlight cascade within her chamber. Though it wasn't silver moonlight in which she was accustomed to, no, it was crimson. The leapt from her bed and drew her crimson drapes wider to see a bleeding moon.
A warning.
Was the now wounded moon and her unfinished dream the future in which lay ahead? Obscured within shadows, and uncertainties? Now, with crimson light bleeding from the moon Nasai would feel a sense of foreboding. Was she bothered by Naraku's well being? Of course she had been sobbing as she awoke, so thus that must be the case. Did such dreams determine she was in love with the youkai?
Had it been a dream? She felt herself thinking clearly, the setting, the way her silver locks were captured by the zephyrs. It had felt so real, so true. Standing within the flow of blood from the moon Nasai's heart was consumed with questions. She feared her heart, and hearing its voice to many times in search of reason.
' It's true. You must feel something for the youkai. You dreamt of him, you even sobbed for him.' Damn it! The small voice within her head spoke to her, speaking for the muted heart.
' How can I feel anything for one so evil as he?'
' Don't deny it! You liked it when he brought his lips to yours.' Nasai shook her head, trying desperately to silence her raging thoughts. Yes, it was true. He was evil, yet within his embrace he mimicked that of an angel. So, she really was a child then. A child so obsessed to find love she sought it from an enemy. An evil being who didn't deserve life, nor its pleasures. Nothing gave her comfort, and it was this is which she hated the most. She was so utterly alone she didn't have anyone to confide to, except a demon in which seemed to plead for both her attention and love. Yet why did a demon so deserving of death seem so deserving of love? This made no sense to her.
Nasai drew away from her window and ventured within the corridor. It had been long since abandoned, and now with only a few scones lit the castle mirrored that of a cathedral. Though of course this was one of the most unholy places she had even been taken to. Truly ironic. She whipped the remaining sweat from her brow, coming into a drawing room in which had a large view of the garden below. A figure draped in shadow stood there, whether gazing off into the night or towards her she could not decipher.
" Nasai..." The name was whispered as if it were a prayer of redemption, yet as close as she was she saw the figure wasn't gazing toward her. It was Naraku's voice indeed, yet as stealthy as she could make herself, she took a seat on a velvet couch before the window. Nearer facing toward it nor away. Perhaps she was awaiting how long it took him to notice her presence, yet he knew she had been there the moment she stepped from the corridor. " Must you sneak about as you do?" Nasai caught her breath. He had known of her presence all along.
" I'm just watching you." Was her response, for seeing him helped her untangle her thoughts in which were entwined solely in him alone.
" Just watching?" He asked, not bothering to direct his eyes upon her, as if she were inferior to him.
" The moon. Do you see it?"
" Yes. It bleeds tonight. Never have I seen such a deeper garnet, I of course have seen much blood to know." She watched him intently, seeing his body turn to face her, crimson orbs cast heavily upon her. " Have you ever seen it as such?" She heard him ask, taking a seat at the furthest end of the couch away from her.
" Never." She answered, the cerise light capturing her features, creating the illusion in which seemed as if she were bleeding. " Tell me Naraku. Why do you follow Kyra when you could just as easily turn against her and take the shikon no tama for yourself?" The question caused a ghost of a smile to appear upon Naraku's lips.
" No, not yet. You see she brought you here so she could use your own desire for the jewel both against you and your family. I wanted to see you shed the blood of your family, being the evil being I am, yet now I do not."
" Why?" Nasai hoped Naraku wouldn't catch on to what she was getting at. She was trying to force him to admit he loved her.
" You're trying to make me expose something aren't you? It won't work my dear." Nasai huffed. Damn him! So, she guessed she would have to seduce it from him, yet why she needed this reassurance she wasn't sure. Perhaps it was to be based on her own feelings.
Standing from her side of the couch she walked over to him, sitting herself directly beside him. Her frame pressed neatly upon his. She grasped him left arm within her arms embrace, and laid her head upon his shoulder.
" What are you doing?" The act caused him to ask. Yet he felt her nod against his should.
" I just wanted to be close to you." She wasn't sure if she were speaking from the heart, or lying through her teeth, either way it was working. She felt Naraku shift, feeling him take his arm away from her, only to encompass her entire form within his embrace.
" Oh Nasai. My darling are you lying to me?" Nasai shifted within his arms, gazing upon into his scarlet eyes.
" Lying?" She asked, " You determine that." She said, leaning upwards, and claiming his lips with hers. Knocking him back onto the length of the couch. She, being atop him, now held the control. She kissed her way from his lips down his neck. Untying the rather annoying knot in which held his kimono together in which was ramming into her stomach. Parting his untied robes within her palms she returned to her kissing, her hands roaming across his chest, slowly slipping the kimono from his shoulders and to the floor below.
" Nasai." Naraku said firmly, snapping her attention back to reality. Still grasping her arms, she sat up, his chest pressed firmly upon hers. " Your eyes are hollow." Nasai, herself, was confused by the comment, yet suddenly it hit her. He knew she wasn't doing this because she loved him, which her mind had told her she did, yet to get something from him. " Do not tease me Nasai." He said, whipping her from him, sending her body plummeting to the floor below.
" I wasn't." She whispered beneath her breath, something she thought he could not hear. She watched Naraku bend down before her, his eyes asking questions in which were harboured deep within his heart.
" Do you want me to profess something to you?" Nasai felt her head nod meekly, as if she were a child in which trouble with her parents. " What?"
" I refuse to tell you." She answered, biting her bottom lip so he wouldn't see it tremble. Gazing away like the stubborn child she thought herself to be. She felt him grasp her shoulders, his patience becoming a thing of the past.
" Tell me!" He yelled, seeing her face flush in fear of him. She feared him? He didn't wish for her to fear him.
Nasai felt her anger and sorrow brew below her eyes, causing tears to overflow and her mouth to scream.
" I wanted to hear you say you loved me!" She yelled, regretting it the moment she finished. She gazed on sheepishly upon Naraku's face, seeing the look of utter surprise. Yet then a smile invaded his features in which caused her to be surprised. " What are you smiling about?" She asked, yet then noticing he was fitted very snugly between her legs, half naked no less, holding her close. Her cheeks began to flush, ruby obvious across her face. Yet why was she surprised? Wasn't this what she was working toward?
Naraku dropped his grasp upon Nasai's arms, and brought them to her head. One cradled behind her, the other pressed to her right cheek. His lips claiming hers this time in a hungry fashion, quickly gaining access to her mouth because he had forced his lips so abruptly upon hers it jarred her lips apart. Naraku, himself, wasn't sure if what he wanted mirrored that of what she wanted, yet he knew this: she did not resist.
Releasing her head he undid the sash holding her own kimono together, which didn't take more then thirty seconds, and before Nasai knew it, it was laying beside her. She felt his hands pull her kimono apart, which she opened her eyes, and realized what she was doing. She tore her lips away from his suddenly, grasping her kimono and grasping her sash in which lay beside her. Naraku seemed a bit shaken by her moments, and very disappointed as she pulled herself from under him. Gazing down upon him she ran her left hand through her now wild locks and sighed.
" I'm sorry." She whispered, seeing Naraku smile. Watching him stand, he cupped her chin with his hand and brought his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Pulling away from her he grasped his kimono in which now lay upon the hard floor in which was now heated by their bodies.
" You're a very confusing woman Nasai. Next time when you come to me, know what you want. I thought you were mine tonight." Nasai blushed at his words, something she didn't do very often. She watched Naraku walk away from her, slowly following behind him in silence. She was truly embarrassed about what she did, yet she couldn't stand it. They knew barely anything about each other, she just felt so...dirty.
She almost walked into him as he ceased suddenly at her room. She smiled a meek smile and went inside, seeing Naraku close the door behind her.
Naraku was very unsure of Nasai. One moment she was lying atop him urging him on, the next pulling away, he wasn't sure what she wanted or how she truly felt towards him. He supposed he would just have to wait.
***
( I was going to stop here, but I knew that would be evil, since all of my chapters are rather short. )
Dawn had kissed Ania's eyes as she leisurely felt them open. Sitting half up she saw her father, mother, and her sister Aya speaking together. Nasai's father, Sesshoumaru, eyeing them from afar. Shippou, she noticed was still sound asleep. Her mother glanced over to her, seeing her awake she bade her over to the diminutive horde.
" We're breaking camp soon." She heard Inuyasha say, which she knew was directed to her. " Wake Shippou." Ania nodded, crawling on her hands and knees toward the slumbering kitsune.
" Shippou." Ania half whispered, shaking him softly because she, herself, was tired. She watched him slowly open his eyes and cast them upon her. " We're leaving soon." She saw Shippou merely nod, sitting up, eyeing Inuyasha.
" Okay. Let's go everyone." Inuyasha ordered, everyone to their feet. Kagome, with the aid of her daughters, gathered up their sleeping bags, and began walking. Sesshoumaru waited until the last of them were pretty far ahead before he joined the group. He wanted nothing to do within his half brother. The only reason why he came with him and his company was to find Nasai. Damn he was stupid for allowing Kyra to take her, how careless and full of pride he was. No doubt he depended upon Inuyasha to keep the scent of his daughter and the others. No way was he, the great Demon Lord Sesshoumaru, going to get on his hands and knees to sniff about like a loyal hound.
He had sensed the worry in Kagome's eyes, seen it even, yet was to proud to comfort her. She wasn't his woman, even though she did have a daughter together. She was Inuyasha's and it was his place, not Sesshoumaru's to comfort the human. His two daughters, Aya and Ania, had grown to be just like him. Running into battled without thinking, rude, and impatient at everything they did. It caused a smile to press upon his lips. Since no one was near him to see it he thought it would do no harm.
A/N: Tada! Chapter ten.oh the fluff..anyways I would like to say thanks to Katers for telling me not to rush, ( I really appreciate that by the way), but when I'm writing a chapter I have this great need to post it!
okay now..And if you're interested you can check out the other story I'm writing called Oyasumi Nasai!
Chapter Ten: Crimson Moonlight
He shook his head and sweat flew from his brow; Nasai saw these as shavings of silver, chips of diamonds as they cascaded to the unyielding marble below. There, Shippou stood panting, his eyes locked intensely upon Naraku who stood at her side.
" Nasai!" They heard him yell, " Did he hurt you?" Hurt her? No, he hadn't. Confused her, yes that was it.
" How did you find us?" Nasai answered with a question of her own. Watching his features coil about in utter confusion, though it mattered not to Nasai, only his answer.
" Your scent, I followed it here." Strange it would take him a day to get here, thought she did not pry. She also thought Naraku and Kyra would have taken more precaution, and would have hidden their scents more completely. Nasai said nothing, as if she were unable to speak. Her lips parted yet nothing floated from them. It was then she saw Shippou draw a dagger from a sheath at his side, running towards Naraku, yet before she could see the outcome her dream had ended.
She sprang up half away within her bed. Droplets of sweat streamed down her contorted features, noticing the scent of salt within the air. Running her fingers across her face she perceived that it was her own tears, she was sobbing. Whipping the dying trails of salt from her crimson cheeks she saw the moonlight cascade within her chamber. Though it wasn't silver moonlight in which she was accustomed to, no, it was crimson. The leapt from her bed and drew her crimson drapes wider to see a bleeding moon.
A warning.
Was the now wounded moon and her unfinished dream the future in which lay ahead? Obscured within shadows, and uncertainties? Now, with crimson light bleeding from the moon Nasai would feel a sense of foreboding. Was she bothered by Naraku's well being? Of course she had been sobbing as she awoke, so thus that must be the case. Did such dreams determine she was in love with the youkai?
Had it been a dream? She felt herself thinking clearly, the setting, the way her silver locks were captured by the zephyrs. It had felt so real, so true. Standing within the flow of blood from the moon Nasai's heart was consumed with questions. She feared her heart, and hearing its voice to many times in search of reason.
' It's true. You must feel something for the youkai. You dreamt of him, you even sobbed for him.' Damn it! The small voice within her head spoke to her, speaking for the muted heart.
' How can I feel anything for one so evil as he?'
' Don't deny it! You liked it when he brought his lips to yours.' Nasai shook her head, trying desperately to silence her raging thoughts. Yes, it was true. He was evil, yet within his embrace he mimicked that of an angel. So, she really was a child then. A child so obsessed to find love she sought it from an enemy. An evil being who didn't deserve life, nor its pleasures. Nothing gave her comfort, and it was this is which she hated the most. She was so utterly alone she didn't have anyone to confide to, except a demon in which seemed to plead for both her attention and love. Yet why did a demon so deserving of death seem so deserving of love? This made no sense to her.
Nasai drew away from her window and ventured within the corridor. It had been long since abandoned, and now with only a few scones lit the castle mirrored that of a cathedral. Though of course this was one of the most unholy places she had even been taken to. Truly ironic. She whipped the remaining sweat from her brow, coming into a drawing room in which had a large view of the garden below. A figure draped in shadow stood there, whether gazing off into the night or towards her she could not decipher.
" Nasai..." The name was whispered as if it were a prayer of redemption, yet as close as she was she saw the figure wasn't gazing toward her. It was Naraku's voice indeed, yet as stealthy as she could make herself, she took a seat on a velvet couch before the window. Nearer facing toward it nor away. Perhaps she was awaiting how long it took him to notice her presence, yet he knew she had been there the moment she stepped from the corridor. " Must you sneak about as you do?" Nasai caught her breath. He had known of her presence all along.
" I'm just watching you." Was her response, for seeing him helped her untangle her thoughts in which were entwined solely in him alone.
" Just watching?" He asked, not bothering to direct his eyes upon her, as if she were inferior to him.
" The moon. Do you see it?"
" Yes. It bleeds tonight. Never have I seen such a deeper garnet, I of course have seen much blood to know." She watched him intently, seeing his body turn to face her, crimson orbs cast heavily upon her. " Have you ever seen it as such?" She heard him ask, taking a seat at the furthest end of the couch away from her.
" Never." She answered, the cerise light capturing her features, creating the illusion in which seemed as if she were bleeding. " Tell me Naraku. Why do you follow Kyra when you could just as easily turn against her and take the shikon no tama for yourself?" The question caused a ghost of a smile to appear upon Naraku's lips.
" No, not yet. You see she brought you here so she could use your own desire for the jewel both against you and your family. I wanted to see you shed the blood of your family, being the evil being I am, yet now I do not."
" Why?" Nasai hoped Naraku wouldn't catch on to what she was getting at. She was trying to force him to admit he loved her.
" You're trying to make me expose something aren't you? It won't work my dear." Nasai huffed. Damn him! So, she guessed she would have to seduce it from him, yet why she needed this reassurance she wasn't sure. Perhaps it was to be based on her own feelings.
Standing from her side of the couch she walked over to him, sitting herself directly beside him. Her frame pressed neatly upon his. She grasped him left arm within her arms embrace, and laid her head upon his shoulder.
" What are you doing?" The act caused him to ask. Yet he felt her nod against his should.
" I just wanted to be close to you." She wasn't sure if she were speaking from the heart, or lying through her teeth, either way it was working. She felt Naraku shift, feeling him take his arm away from her, only to encompass her entire form within his embrace.
" Oh Nasai. My darling are you lying to me?" Nasai shifted within his arms, gazing upon into his scarlet eyes.
" Lying?" She asked, " You determine that." She said, leaning upwards, and claiming his lips with hers. Knocking him back onto the length of the couch. She, being atop him, now held the control. She kissed her way from his lips down his neck. Untying the rather annoying knot in which held his kimono together in which was ramming into her stomach. Parting his untied robes within her palms she returned to her kissing, her hands roaming across his chest, slowly slipping the kimono from his shoulders and to the floor below.
" Nasai." Naraku said firmly, snapping her attention back to reality. Still grasping her arms, she sat up, his chest pressed firmly upon hers. " Your eyes are hollow." Nasai, herself, was confused by the comment, yet suddenly it hit her. He knew she wasn't doing this because she loved him, which her mind had told her she did, yet to get something from him. " Do not tease me Nasai." He said, whipping her from him, sending her body plummeting to the floor below.
" I wasn't." She whispered beneath her breath, something she thought he could not hear. She watched Naraku bend down before her, his eyes asking questions in which were harboured deep within his heart.
" Do you want me to profess something to you?" Nasai felt her head nod meekly, as if she were a child in which trouble with her parents. " What?"
" I refuse to tell you." She answered, biting her bottom lip so he wouldn't see it tremble. Gazing away like the stubborn child she thought herself to be. She felt him grasp her shoulders, his patience becoming a thing of the past.
" Tell me!" He yelled, seeing her face flush in fear of him. She feared him? He didn't wish for her to fear him.
Nasai felt her anger and sorrow brew below her eyes, causing tears to overflow and her mouth to scream.
" I wanted to hear you say you loved me!" She yelled, regretting it the moment she finished. She gazed on sheepishly upon Naraku's face, seeing the look of utter surprise. Yet then a smile invaded his features in which caused her to be surprised. " What are you smiling about?" She asked, yet then noticing he was fitted very snugly between her legs, half naked no less, holding her close. Her cheeks began to flush, ruby obvious across her face. Yet why was she surprised? Wasn't this what she was working toward?
Naraku dropped his grasp upon Nasai's arms, and brought them to her head. One cradled behind her, the other pressed to her right cheek. His lips claiming hers this time in a hungry fashion, quickly gaining access to her mouth because he had forced his lips so abruptly upon hers it jarred her lips apart. Naraku, himself, wasn't sure if what he wanted mirrored that of what she wanted, yet he knew this: she did not resist.
Releasing her head he undid the sash holding her own kimono together, which didn't take more then thirty seconds, and before Nasai knew it, it was laying beside her. She felt his hands pull her kimono apart, which she opened her eyes, and realized what she was doing. She tore her lips away from his suddenly, grasping her kimono and grasping her sash in which lay beside her. Naraku seemed a bit shaken by her moments, and very disappointed as she pulled herself from under him. Gazing down upon him she ran her left hand through her now wild locks and sighed.
" I'm sorry." She whispered, seeing Naraku smile. Watching him stand, he cupped her chin with his hand and brought his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Pulling away from her he grasped his kimono in which now lay upon the hard floor in which was now heated by their bodies.
" You're a very confusing woman Nasai. Next time when you come to me, know what you want. I thought you were mine tonight." Nasai blushed at his words, something she didn't do very often. She watched Naraku walk away from her, slowly following behind him in silence. She was truly embarrassed about what she did, yet she couldn't stand it. They knew barely anything about each other, she just felt so...dirty.
She almost walked into him as he ceased suddenly at her room. She smiled a meek smile and went inside, seeing Naraku close the door behind her.
Naraku was very unsure of Nasai. One moment she was lying atop him urging him on, the next pulling away, he wasn't sure what she wanted or how she truly felt towards him. He supposed he would just have to wait.
***
( I was going to stop here, but I knew that would be evil, since all of my chapters are rather short. )
Dawn had kissed Ania's eyes as she leisurely felt them open. Sitting half up she saw her father, mother, and her sister Aya speaking together. Nasai's father, Sesshoumaru, eyeing them from afar. Shippou, she noticed was still sound asleep. Her mother glanced over to her, seeing her awake she bade her over to the diminutive horde.
" We're breaking camp soon." She heard Inuyasha say, which she knew was directed to her. " Wake Shippou." Ania nodded, crawling on her hands and knees toward the slumbering kitsune.
" Shippou." Ania half whispered, shaking him softly because she, herself, was tired. She watched him slowly open his eyes and cast them upon her. " We're leaving soon." She saw Shippou merely nod, sitting up, eyeing Inuyasha.
" Okay. Let's go everyone." Inuyasha ordered, everyone to their feet. Kagome, with the aid of her daughters, gathered up their sleeping bags, and began walking. Sesshoumaru waited until the last of them were pretty far ahead before he joined the group. He wanted nothing to do within his half brother. The only reason why he came with him and his company was to find Nasai. Damn he was stupid for allowing Kyra to take her, how careless and full of pride he was. No doubt he depended upon Inuyasha to keep the scent of his daughter and the others. No way was he, the great Demon Lord Sesshoumaru, going to get on his hands and knees to sniff about like a loyal hound.
He had sensed the worry in Kagome's eyes, seen it even, yet was to proud to comfort her. She wasn't his woman, even though she did have a daughter together. She was Inuyasha's and it was his place, not Sesshoumaru's to comfort the human. His two daughters, Aya and Ania, had grown to be just like him. Running into battled without thinking, rude, and impatient at everything they did. It caused a smile to press upon his lips. Since no one was near him to see it he thought it would do no harm.
A/N: Tada! Chapter ten.oh the fluff..anyways I would like to say thanks to Katers for telling me not to rush, ( I really appreciate that by the way), but when I'm writing a chapter I have this great need to post it!
okay now..And if you're interested you can check out the other story I'm writing called Oyasumi Nasai!