Desire:
By: Cherry Li_chan
Disclaimer: no...I don't own inu-yasha.please don't sue me. I only have 15 cents.you cant have that.if you want.
(A/N: ***WARNING*** this is a yaoi/hentai fan fiction!! If you are uncomfortable with that I suggest you do NOT go any further. Personally, I prefer kag/inu ^_^.but I thought I would try this. It just seemed so.interesting..sorda.OK, anyway. Im babbling, ne?)
Chapter one: There are a lot of things in life that I'm disgusted by.
If I could sum it up in one word. It would have to be.
Love.
Ah love, that sizzling fire in your soul. Makes you feel things you never did before.
That sweet buzzing in your heart.
Before it decides its had enough of playing with you. Only to leave you feeling more abandoned and most horribly alone.
I don't pretend to think that I'm above such an important thing as love. I loved my mother. I love.power.
Power. One thing I'm not disgusted by. I could say that's what I always dreamed of having. Its always been just out of reach for me though. Just on the tip of my tongue. I can't say that I haven't had off beat moments of power. Only through love can you gain the most power though. The most control over somebody.
Such devestation that results in uncontrollable reverence.
It makes me hard just thinking about it.
I've had that kind of control on people before. It lights a desire within you, that will never burn out. You feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Just think, people have died, kingdoms have crumbled, once powerful beings have weakened.
All in the name of love.
Kagome, that sweet innocent girl from another time. Another world.
I had control over her. Yes, all because of an untamable lust that grew inside of her and consumed her every being.
But, she wasn't much of a struggle. At first my demon mind sets in and says conquer and destroy. I wanted to satisfy this feeling I had.
I could've conquered her. I could've had her.
But, instead I chose to be alone.
She was the girl that got away.
I miss her sometimes.
I hadn't even bothered after Kikyo.
What could I possibly want with a dead girl. I'm not some necrophiliac.
I still go to her though. When she calls and that familiar presence begs me to venture to her once more. I hope more every time I go that maybe she will be alive when I get to her. I look into those cold, harsh eyes hoping that they will answer my prayers.
But she wastes no time in disappointing me. She is a constant reminder of the fact that I have failed in love.
That I was never truly in control.
And that thought scares me.
That's one thing about love. When you fall the hardest you lose the most control. And its harder to get back up again.
But that, as I have always thought, is the way fate decided it should end.
So be it.
I was ready for another challenge at love. I could give it a fair go. But it hurt too much now. I knew that when I was most vulnerable would be when it would rear its ugly head at me again.
And I hoped I would be prepared for when it came. But I knew I wouldn't.
When he came back to me, realizing I was alone, I knew that love would grow inside of us. He had planted his infectious seed in my head. It drew me to him.
And him to me.
Devastation makes the heart grow fonder.
Disclaimer: no...I don't own inu-yasha.please don't sue me. I only have 15 cents.you cant have that.if you want.
(A/N: ***WARNING*** this is a yaoi/hentai fan fiction!! If you are uncomfortable with that I suggest you do NOT go any further. Personally, I prefer kag/inu ^_^.but I thought I would try this. It just seemed so.interesting..sorda.OK, anyway. Im babbling, ne?)
Chapter one: There are a lot of things in life that I'm disgusted by.
If I could sum it up in one word. It would have to be.
Love.
Ah love, that sizzling fire in your soul. Makes you feel things you never did before.
That sweet buzzing in your heart.
Before it decides its had enough of playing with you. Only to leave you feeling more abandoned and most horribly alone.
I don't pretend to think that I'm above such an important thing as love. I loved my mother. I love.power.
Power. One thing I'm not disgusted by. I could say that's what I always dreamed of having. Its always been just out of reach for me though. Just on the tip of my tongue. I can't say that I haven't had off beat moments of power. Only through love can you gain the most power though. The most control over somebody.
Such devestation that results in uncontrollable reverence.
It makes me hard just thinking about it.
I've had that kind of control on people before. It lights a desire within you, that will never burn out. You feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Just think, people have died, kingdoms have crumbled, once powerful beings have weakened.
All in the name of love.
Kagome, that sweet innocent girl from another time. Another world.
I had control over her. Yes, all because of an untamable lust that grew inside of her and consumed her every being.
But, she wasn't much of a struggle. At first my demon mind sets in and says conquer and destroy. I wanted to satisfy this feeling I had.
I could've conquered her. I could've had her.
But, instead I chose to be alone.
She was the girl that got away.
I miss her sometimes.
I hadn't even bothered after Kikyo.
What could I possibly want with a dead girl. I'm not some necrophiliac.
I still go to her though. When she calls and that familiar presence begs me to venture to her once more. I hope more every time I go that maybe she will be alive when I get to her. I look into those cold, harsh eyes hoping that they will answer my prayers.
But she wastes no time in disappointing me. She is a constant reminder of the fact that I have failed in love.
That I was never truly in control.
And that thought scares me.
That's one thing about love. When you fall the hardest you lose the most control. And its harder to get back up again.
But that, as I have always thought, is the way fate decided it should end.
So be it.
I was ready for another challenge at love. I could give it a fair go. But it hurt too much now. I knew that when I was most vulnerable would be when it would rear its ugly head at me again.
And I hoped I would be prepared for when it came. But I knew I wouldn't.
When he came back to me, realizing I was alone, I knew that love would grow inside of us. He had planted his infectious seed in my head. It drew me to him.
And him to me.
Devastation makes the heart grow fonder.