A/N I am asking that if you have previously read this fic before I updated it to please read this note. This weekend I had a major burst of creativity and went through each of my fics editing and bettering them. I've added in things in chapters one and two. Some are subtle but they will play an important part as this story further develops. I'm not saying that you can't just read this chapter, but you might be less confused if you read the little changes to chapter 2. Just thought I should warn you and thank you to all those who have stuck with this story. You are more appreciated than you will ever know.

Heart of a Devil

By: TigressMoon

Kagome's P.O.V.

The bathwater that had been drawn for me was as hot as a person could possibly stand, and the firm hands of my bath attendant massaged away a day of tension from my joints and muscles. But I could not feel it. My body had numbed itself, both physically and mentally and I was no longer aware of my surroundings.

I had recoiled into the depths of my soul, the well of my own power. One of the few places that no creature could follow me. It was here that I tired to get a grip on my situation.

I was about to embark on a deadly assignation, were my patron was torn between his hatred and lust for me. I knew that tonight would be painful and one I would never forget, but I still wasn't quite ready to accept how I had gotten to it. I did the only thing I could do.

Blame Naraku.

He could have refused, he could have found someone else to take my place. I do not say that I am worth fighting a war over, for quite frankly I'm not, but I have never thought it necessary for one person to have to suffer for the majority. And this was exactly what Inuyasha had counted on.

He would kill two birds with one stone, he would satisfy two vendettas in one night. The one he held with me, in knowing that he could mount me countless times this night and I could not stop him. And his grudge with Naraku, for I suppose helping to destroy him and Kikyo.

But somehow in my mind, it did not seem logical. If Inuyasha wanted to settle the score with Naraku, why use me? There was no love to be lost or gained between us if I bedded him, and Naraku would not leap forth to defend my honor from him. Naraku would do absolutely nothing.

A tired sigh escaped my lips as my eyes closed and I sank both deeper into the water and into thought. Something was wrong here. I knew, could even feel it in my bones. I just didn't know what.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts, that I did not notice when my handmaidens stopped and had left the room. I noticed vaguely that instead of many hands relieving my tension it was only one. I did not notice a change in the air until the scent of sandalwood and cinnamon began to surround me.

The scent was that of Naraku.

I pulled away from both his touch and his scent. The tub was large (like a modern Jacuzzi) so I was able to turn around completely and look at him. My eyes were wide and uncertain, I was too tired to even mask my surprise. But what surprised me more was the look in Naraku's eyes.

He watched me with a mixture of quiet longing and hurt. Hurt that I'd pulled away, and as if still longing to touch me. He did not glance down at my body over half submerged under the steaming water. His gaze rested firmly on my own eyes, and it was he who broke the silence.

"Do you think I want to do this?"

The question was direct but unexpected. The first thing to pop into my head was yes...and then no. I thought yes just because for the most part Naraku was an cruel sadistic bastard. But then no because for some reason this assignation seemed to hit home for him, as if it were a personal assault to him, when in reality it was towards me. So to hurt him I replied.

"Yes."

A hurt look flickered through his eyes before he told me. "You could not be more wrong Kagome."

"Really Naraku, you've never given me a reason to think otherwise."

"I do not want to this Kagome."

"Then why will you let this happen?" I demanded.

"Because I must, for the sake of the people that inhabit this land. I cannot let harm befall them."

"But you would have me sleep with an enemy that I hate even more than you."

For a moment, Naraku did not speak. He looked down and I wondered how my words had seemed to pierce through his armor.

"I am sorry you feel that way Kagome, if I could I would stop this. I would go to war for you, for you and you alone. But others would suffer for it."

A ragged sigh escaped me as I let go of my anger. It forced itself out of me; and left me slumped against the tub wall, like a doll with its strings cut. I did not hear Naraku move, and knew only he had when he wrapped his arms around what was not underwater.

For a moment I froze, caught between surprise and confusion. But even I had the sense to not fight him now, something about his grip on me. An almost desperate need that even I could feel made me relax in his arms. He whispered behind me.

"I am sorry Kagome, truly I am. When this is over, never again will it occur."

I laughed, it sounded brittle and harsh, and I felt Naraku flinch behind me.

"Do not make me promises you can't keep." I warned.

He placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

"I mean it dear one, never again will I share you with another man." He told me, his voice deep and comforting. That alone made me forget he called me dear one.

"You cannot share what you do not have." I reminded him.

I pulled away from him then and he let me. I turned and faced him. I searched his face for some hint of anger but there was nothing, nothing but the same quiet longing. Was it at all possible for Naraku to be feeling this for me?

A tender smile crossed his features as he raised his hand and traced a knuckle down the line of my cheekbone. The gesture was an intimate one, something that I would not expect from him.

"Ah yes, but there is always the chance to gain. Be safe tonight dear one."

It seemed to be my night for surprises, because before I could make a witty comeback, warm lips were on mine. The kiss was tender, gently easing his lips over mine as if he were afraid that I'd break under a stronger pressure. But that one little kiss sent my mind for a loop. Only my hands on the cool marble kept me from falling.

It was Naraku who broke the kiss and was gone before another word could be spoken. He left me breathless and unsure of what to do. In all the time that I had known him, after all I'd been taught and learned, Naraku had never kissed me. When I'd said he had trained me in the bedroom arts, he had never been the one to physically do so.

Now over a century later, I understood why the ladies of court fantasized about having the devil in their beds.

The carriage ride was brief but seemed to span for an eternity. My mind was reeling and not just because the carriage was over a hundred feet above the ground. I was confused about the two men in my life.

One I despised beyond belief and the other I thought hated me, I'll leave you to decide which one is which. The drop in pressure around me let me know that we were beginning our descent. I took deep breaths trying to sooth myself. When that didn't work I recoiled once again in the depths of my soul.

To put it in words is often difficult. It's like drifting down into a deep warm mist. Warm but not damp, it is filled with power but not constricting. It brings to mind the feeling of home.

My power embraced me like an old friend, I felt it fill me and its warmth spread to every inch of my body. It was comforting to feel the pleasant tingling it gave me. I felt revitalized and strong, untouchable and dangerous.

By the time I had drawn myself up form the well, we had landed and a hand was being presented to me. I took it without thought and was lifted gently out of the carriage. Inuyasha's castle, I must say was not the worst I had seen. Nor was it what I thought it would be.

It was large and grand, complete with a full patrol of dragon youkai. The half-bred bastard had come a long way and way now considered and proper nobleman. I wondered fleetingly what his dear brother Sesshomaru thought about it.

I was lead down the long corridors and unconsciously I began to memorize the path to and from Inuyasha's chambers. For some reason I thought that I would need it. Finally I was taken to large oak doors with large gold knobs. A servant knocked timidly it and Inuyasha must have commanded it so for I was then brought into the inner sanctum of the demon I hated above all else.

His room was large and spacious, decorated lavishly with wall carving that had been flamed over for the colors to show more vibrantly. Delicate mosaics spanned the room and seemed to dance in the warm glow of the fire.

The furnishing was as lavish as the room only somewhat more practical. The bureau, desk and armory where carved from fine mahogany and were somewhat tucked away behind a sheer black curtain. The bed was a massive mahogany four-poster with almost blood red satin sheets.

However luxurious the room was, there was something missing. And that was the Demon Lord Inuyasha. I wondered where he was. And it was not until till strong almost abrasive arms wrapped around my waist did I know that he was there.

"Hello Kagome." He purred; his voice was already deep and husky.

"Inuyasha."

He shoved me forward and I caught myself before I fell to the ground. I turned around and stared at him, he looked annoyed.

"That is Lord Inuyasha to you bitch."

I knelt before him spread out the flowing train of my gown. It had been another custom tailored piece made of delicate ruby silk. It fit my like a second skin, clinging to my curves and lifting my already ample chest.

"Then by all means, greetings Lord Inuyasha." I declared, my voice torn between hatred and mock formality.

I could feel Inuyasha's eyes on me as I knelt like a brand, the heat alone made me slightly nervous. I heard him come forward. The rustling of the silk loincloth he wore, almost Egyptian in its length and design, rustled as he moved.

"I do not know what it was I saw in you Kagome, all those years ago." He told me as he began to circle me. "You were weak and pathetic, even for a human."

I fought very hard not to growl, he was being insulting trying to provoke me into anger so he could justify anything that he had planned. But Inuyasha forgot; I was far cleverer than he. And was much better at being politely insulting.

"My lord knows what he saw in me." I declared calmly. "My lord saw her."

He struck me hard against my face, enough so that I fell onto my back. He loomed over me, his once silver eyes dripping with blood. I had succeeded in making the first blow, but what would it cost me.

"Kikyo was worth ten of you wench." He snarled.

I cruel smile crossed my features, that was one blessing of the Crimson Haze. It made it very easy for someone to slip into insanity. And once there the fears for the body are gone.

"If that is so my lord, than why is it not she sharing your bed tonight. Or has the Lady Kikyo's worth exceeded your own?"

He struck me again, hard enough so that spots danced before my eyes. When they cleared I truly saw Inuyasha for the first time. I saw past the body only the gods could give, his unearthly appeal and saw the frightened little half-breed he still was on the inside.

He still loved Kikyo, but in the sense he still felt indebted to her for all that had transpired. He watched me with a wounded gaze under his fury. Unfortunately, I was still in a pushing mood.

"Trouble in paradise my Lord?" I asked innocently.

Inuyasha came forward and gripped me by my hair. He pulled me up making me winced as his grip tightening on my scalp. He forced me to look at him; the hurt in his eyes was gone and replaced by an eerie satisfaction.

"Thank you Kagome, I had thought that this would be hard. But no, you're making these easy. You'll make the perfect bait for my revenge."

At that he flung me away from him. My back collided with the opposite wall half a second before my head did. And then I saw naught but darkness.

I awoke in pain. The pain was directed towards my head where it had connected to the wall, it was merely a steady ache. I tried to move my arms but found I could not. My legs were the same. I heard the rattling of chains and knew that my arms and legs were bound.

I tried to open my eyes but they were blindfolded. I yanked at the chains, testing their strength. They were demon made, chains used to keep demon and human bound. I fought the rising tide of fear within me. I could not panic, could not lose focus, or risk my life.

"So you are awake, how wonderful."

I turned in the direction of the voice, Inuyasha's voice, and tugged on the chains in an effort to find his exact location.

"It will do you no good to fight Kagome, the chains won't break unless I die."

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"Revenge." He replied simply.

I heard him begin to move in my direction, and again tried to break free of the chains.

"I have done you no harm Inuyasha, what revenge do you seek."

"You and Naraku did. You took Kikyo from me."

I could not believe my ears.

"I never took her from..."

He cut me off as he slapped me across my face, had not the chains held me up I would have fallen.

"Yes you did!" He corrected, he said it as if he needed to convince himself as well.

"Kikyo said you took her from me because since you were still alive I could never love her completely. She said how could I ever claim to love her if I let the man who killed her and the woman he loves, both our enemies, be together."

My head cocked to the side completely confused. And then I laughed, laughed at the sheer stupidity of me. Even centuries later Kikyo refused to give up the grudge between us.

"And you think this is funny!" He snarled.

"No, truly I don't. But I do not understand. You claim to want revenge against Naraku, what does killing me prove."

I could hear him moving around, looking through the armory I had seen before. I dared not let my mind stray to what he would bring out. If I did I would lose my nerve and breakdown. If I had to die I would at least die fighting, not a sniveling wretch.

"He will come and try to save you."

He was closer now, behind me. I felt his hands reach the collar of my gown and he ripped it off me. It cut my skin with the force of it. I felt his tongue lick away some of the blood and I shuddered. For a moment, my mind drifted to rape. And prayed to any god or goddess that Inuyasha would not resort to that.

"He will not come for me Inuyasha, he does not care."

I tried to tell him, I couldn't allow myself to believe that he would come. But the desperate look he gave me let me know that he was too far-gone to listen. Another harsh laugh escaped, and for a moment I could not tell who had lost their minds first, Inuyasha or myself. I guess my laughing merely spurred him on for Inuyasha shouted.

"Yes he does care, and he'll come if he thinks you're in enough pain." His voice had become fast and panicked as if he truly did need to make himself believe what he said.

I shook my head, straining to find my voice. But then I heard a sharp snap crack just before my back erupted in pain. I threw my head back and screamed when another blow fell. Fiery lines blossomed down my back, as there was another crack. I realized that Inuyasha has taken a lash to my back.

"And when he comes I'll kill you both and Kikyo will come back to me."

I don't know how many times the lash fell, I knew only that the pain was enough for me to squirm and fight the bonds I knew I couldn't break free off. It fell like rain against my skin, tearing at flesh and leaving bloody welts in its place. I felt as my blood trickle down my body and remembered what Inuyasha had said. He said that Naraku would come for me. In that instant...nothing would have made me happier.

Naraku's P.O.V.

Something was wrong.

I could feel it like a looming storm cloud. A nagging feeling had permeated my mind for over an hour no and it had not shown any signs of letup. My mind drifted to Kagome and knew almost for certain that the feeling of dread was for her.

Then again, that was not the only thing I felt for her.

Two hundred years it has been since I have taken her under my wing. Back then it had been for all the wrong reasons. She has simply been the means to an end. She'd be my way of hurting Inuyasha, as well as an intimate way to spy on the nobles of my court.

But that was no longer the case; I don't know when it started or what triggered it. But I began to care for the miko named Kagome. She was the enigma I couldn't solve, and a link to both my past and future. At first I had blamed it on the lingering emotions Onigumo had for the priestess Kikyo.

I had fully separated myself from my weaker half as a means of purging myself from those feelings. When they remained I realized that they were my own and not Onigumo's. I struggled with those emotions for years but have since come to accept it. My heart had not beat in the fifty years of Kikyo's death, but it had beat anew for Kagome.

And now my heart was in trouble. I paced my room like a restless tiger, and then a glowing drew my attention from my thoughts. I followed the path of the glow and saw it coming from my dresser; a stained cedar box was the culprit. I stalked towards it and opened the box.

Inside the box were small glowing glass spheres; they were the tears Kagome had shed two hundred years ago. Do not ask me why I kept them for truly I could not tell you. I know only that somehow they had become precious to me. I had had them strung into a bracelet but seldom wore it; I had no need. The sudden warmth in one of my pockets proved me right.

Inside my pocket I kept the first tear she had ever shed. I held it in my held and it glowed far brighter than the others, it was also warm. My fears that something was wrong were confirmed. The heat grew sharper and the glow stronger, I knew that Kagome was in pain somewhere.

It had glowed like that whenever she had been in trouble. But those times I had ignored it, this time I knew I could and would not. I latched the beads around my wrist but kept my favorite in my hand and I raced towards the window.

I let my mind focus on what form could get me to Kagome in the nearest time and then let my body follow that design. My shoulder blades had a momentary spasm of pain before large black wings sprouted from my back.

(A/N I have a thing about wings, let me have my moment.)

Letting the glow of the beads be my guide I flew as fast as I could pump those wings. My thoughts grew desperate as the beads turned white hot, and I prayed that I would not be to late.

Kagome's P.O.V.

"Where is he?"

Inuyasha snarled pausing. I heard his heavy breathing, he'd winded himself beating the life out of me. I panted and sagged against my bonds, my body hurt all over. At times Inuyasha had forsaken the whip and had just used his claws.

"Are you truly worth so little wench that even your devil will not come for you?" He demanded.

I could smell my own blood thick and heavy in the air. Had I been able to see my vision would have been shrouded by the Haze, it had come to me taking the blunt of the blows. But even it had its limits. It kept me from completely breaking down, but now I had little energy and power left. I would probably not last the second round Inuyasha had planned for me.

"I. I told you...Inuyasha. I told you he would not come." I panted.

I heard Inuyasha growl.

"Oh he'll come alright. Maybe he doesn't think you're in enough pain yet...but that can be remedied."

I heard him pick up the flail again and a distinct tremor of fear ran through me.

Not again.

But the blow never fell there was a large crash like glass being broken. I heard Inuyasha give a battle cry. There were sounds of fighting and struggling. Two distinct males voice, both familiar to me, sounded around me. But I could no longer place who was who. One shouted in pain the other in anger and then different combinations of the two.

I tried desperately to break free of my binds or at least see what was going on, but my mind's eye had been shut out as my regular eyes. But then there was a sudden sickening crack and then a dead silence.

I did not know whether to call or stay silent. My answer came when my chains were broken. For just a moment I was able to hold myself up, but then lost my balance. Strong arms caught me and a familiar voice was trying to sooth me. I was being cradled to a firm warm chest that smelled like sandalwood and cinnamon.

The blindfold fell giving me for the first time sight of where I was. My vision was blurred from the Haze as I thought I would be. Then eyes appeared before me. I was caught in a gaze so filled with regretful passion that I did not notice their blood red hue. The last thing I heard before blood loss and shock took me was.

"Never again dear one, never again."

So there everyone is chapter three, my apologies for it taking so long but life has been rough for me the last couple of months. However I hope that by updating finally I did not disappoint. I am aware that I have never written a Kagome/Naraku pairing, but I thought I'd step out of the box, and what better story of mine than this one. I thank everyone who has been patient with this story and me and know that now all is well and I'll try to give regular installments. At least once every two weeks or more is what I'll try to promise.

Once again I thank you and may the Goddess bless you all.

Yours truly your faithful writer,

TigressMoon