A/N: Hey everyone. Sorry for the long wait! Thanksgiving went by in a flash of work and old ladies killing each other for Christmas merchandise, in which inspired my next piece which will come out before Christmas I hope. Ok, so you finally start to get more into the plot in this chapter. I hope this will answer some questions about the villain and help shed some light on a couple of the many conflicts in this story. I hope you like it! God Bless! Please review!
Note: I revised and edited some mistakes thanks to my ever present friend, Jamie!!! Thank you sooo much!!!!! I love it when people bring my mistakes up front so i can make my stories better! So keep on reviewing, because i miss alot of little things that ruin the story for some peole. Youcan bemy unofficial editor now, if you want Jamie! LOL! Thank you and sorry again for any mistakes still there, i really do try!)
Disclaimer: sigh I don't feel like typing this at all. I'm still stuffed from Thanksgiving turkey and I have 'Christmas fever' (says while dancing to "Jingle Bell Rock") Oh well what the heck? No, I don't own Inuyasha and his crew. And if I did it wouldn't be nearly as big as it is now. Sadly enough.
The dew had clung delicately to the rose petals on the outside bushes by the grand piano room's window when the sun had just begun to rise that morning. A tall man wearing a fine dark coat and pressed pants glided elegantly over to the glass to observe the early daybreak as the sun started to faintly pierce through the dusty clouds and skitter over the cobbled stone street below his mansion abode.
His frown deepened with every passing moment till even the crease of his brow dipped into a solid 'U'. He was in deep thought, and come to be, for the past week. He felt a great foreboding in his gut, and with every passing moment a sense of control was lost and he never like anything out of his reach of power. This was just unacceptable and must be put to an end. Any minute now his quick assassin would come to tell him of her great victory and put all his worries at ease.
He had to know what was happening and where he stood in the ranks of power. He would not be fooled by such imprudent threats and weak attacks as some thought to inflict upon him. People are fools. Men are weak. To trust is fatal and to love is pain. Just like all those years ago with his false young lover. He was always and would always be a jealous man.
He suddenly felt time slip by him in a melancholy haze as he relieved those tantalizing moments of bitter-sweet bliss. He felt himself relieve those moments of sweet retribution as he had watched her eyes widened for a fraction of a second and had watched in child-like glee of the 'O' her mouth formed as she tried in vain for the breaths she would never need. His hardened frown turned sharply into an evil grin as he remembered the taste of her blood upon his extremities and how her slider soft body fell so daintily to the ground as if she were nothing but his rag doll. His puppet. This was what he had watched on that rainy evening all those years ago. However he had been a fool, and he had been her puppet. He had always been a jealous man. Always.
He had always loved the thrill of fear from an enemy and had always loved revenge or as he deemed it so elegantly, the hunt of his prey. It exhilarated him.
However when he had found out the absolute betrayal that woman, the woman he had opened his cold, frozen heart to all those long years ago his compassion and love toward her become dust to the wind. When he had come to find what she had conceived against him, fury had leapt up and had took over his senses and had dulled all his passions for only the sheer thrill of more than revenge. Oh no, he needed more than a simple hour of vengeance. He was out for life and it would be his no matter what. That was what had caused him countless hour of sleep of course.
Her name was Rose. She was of the rich Higurashi clan in that part of Europe and he wanted her desperately. She was a fair maiden of only her early twenties he would have to guess. She was swift on her feet and had a sharp tongue he had come to love on the mere hours he had come know her. He wanted her for himself, and she had led him to believe that she had wanted him too. But things were not as they appeared.
He had swept aside the itching feelings as she would always depart him just around the break of evening and he ignored the way she seemed shrivel a little at his touch and he pushed aside that she shivered involuntarily when he would kiss her. He thought nothing of it and only came to know it as her personality, or a part of her. He knew she was different form all the money grabbing whores he had dated before. She just had too be, for his sake.
He was in love. However, that was never meant to be. One night when she had called him to cancel a date he became worried and begged her to reconsider. As she rushed and hurriedly hung up he could hear voices in the background and caught an unmistakable sound of an infant's cry. He couldn't shrug off the betrayal then he knew she was a fraud. He had always been a jealous man. Always.
Thoughts of deceit had raced in his mind as he recollected her phone call as they talked and tried to recall the strange noises. He wasn't stupid, but at that point he was furious. She knew of his rage as he said his 'goodbye', because otherwise she wouldn't have run.
That's exactly where he had found her, running away. And that's where he stopped her. He would have demanded what noises where on her end of the phone. He would have demanded whom the soft cries and gentle deep rumbles of laughter belonged too. He would never be made a fool out of a slut like that again. He knew what he had heard. He had always been a jealous man. Always.
He killed her and had tasted her blood and had been satisfied. He had always been a jealous man. He had always been a jealous…demon. Yes, jealousy, it was always with him.
"Sir…I bring news of my hunt, sir."
He turned quietly and slowly as he was ripped from his thoughts and saw his ever 'loyal', though by force, servant Kagura. He gave her a nod of acknowledgement and sat down strumming his fingers together as he spoke with her.
"Yes, and how long did it take for that half breed to die my dear."
He was waiting ever so happily, as a man like him would wait from gory details, when the woman's ever growing silence caused his head to snap up from his preened fingernails he'd been admiring.
"Tell me my faith has not been, yet again, misguided by foolish words of admiration Kagura. Tell me that that filth died a bloody gruesome death by the hands of my utmost talented killer. Kagura!"
He barked her name and walked forcefully and swiftly pulling her bowing face up to his as he spit down at her.
"Where is that wretch. Tell me, wench!"
Her already naturally pale face reached a whiteness of unhealthy proportions and she started to tremble in a very un-Kagura like manner. His mind suddenly began to whirl at what would make his icy-stone killer shake like an infant. He certainly hadn't had that effect on her even with her heart in the palm of his hands.
"My master, he escaped into…" She gasped as her eyes bulged and she stared ahead as if seeing a magnificent sight. She swallowed hard and started over in a rush. "My Lord, he escaped into the…the Holy Place. He was accepted…. Master, he is the …the 'One'!"
All was silent as breathing halted and both minds raced. Until at last the man stepped back and a cool smile reached his handsome brown eyes. He flicked his lengthy black hair over his shoulders and glared into her questioning yet momentarily submissive eyes.
"Heh. You simple-minded creature. There can never be a 'One' if he is simply eliminated." He laughed a throaty chuckle and walked back to the window where he then closed his eyes in brief thought. "Bring me Kanna."
Kagura turned and stepped lightly out of the room. It wasn't till he felt a small tug on is pants till he noticed the small pale child holing the glittering mirror of mystic power, behind him. He leered down at her and simply uttered the only phrase needed.
"Show me Inuyasha the half-demon."
The small Kanna bowed her head a lightly closed her eyes and opened them as a small breath escaped her thin lips. An unknown light poured from the mirror and it vibrated and hummed ever so slightly.
All three pairs of eyes watched the mirror intensely as a fuzzy image came to the mirror and began to clear little by little. However only one pair of eyes widened in uncharacteristic horror at what they saw in the object before them.
Naraku's breath hitched his throat as he stood, leaning sharply over to gaze in disbelief. He was surprised, not at the prone injured Hanyou but at the maiden caring for him. She looked so distinctly similar to the woman he had murdered all those year before.
It was she. She was the crying infant and the wails he had heard over the phone. This was that whore's offspring she had tried so urgently to hide that night. It all made perfect sense, and fit together like a wicked puzzle. That was why his deceased lover had been running from the church. This was why he never had found the child and had only the joy of killing male companion he had heard over the phone that night.
A wicked lustful grin became to form as he turned to the frowning Kagura and sat lightly on the adjacent couch. "Well my dear, I'm afraid we we'll have to sit this game out for a few, until I feel the time is right."
"Sir, I'm afraid I do not understand."
"Yes, well you were never really bright to my plans." He chided as he chuckled darkly. Her fists clenched as she forced her next sentence out tightly.
"Would you have me dispose of the young girl as well, master?" Her voice coming as a harsh, sarcastic whisper.
"Ah, now that wouldn't be any fun now would it. I believe it is high time for a new pet don't you agree?"
He chuckled harder as she shrugged and bowed off to be dismissed. He turned his gaze back to the couple in the mirror and his laugh faded into a light yet twisted grin.
"Do no get to close Inuyasha, this one is mine, as was the one before. You will not live long enough to enjoy her beautiful company anyhow. I may not have been thoroughly satisfied with Rose, but this pure young maiden will do quite nicely. Oh how the sins of the parents fall to the offspring!"
At that, he turned and stepped purposefully to a large towering row of shelves and scanned deviously through the spines of the novels propped against on another. As he found his desired book he cracked another toothy grin and began to thumb hungrily through it.
His eyes came upon a familiar story that the whole demon and human populations knew within every rank and household. The fable, myth, or story of the 'One'.
However just as gradually had his grin appeared upon his handsome features, it dissolved just as slowly as he reread the old prophecy again and again. As his eyes scanned the last sentence of the tale he shut the old discolored book in a snap and a cloud of dust met him as his head snapped up. His eyes glowed a rekindled vengeance as that fateful night's events and the old fable of the 'One' rang fresh in his mind. His thoughts raced as his spoke in a harsh whisper to no one but him and the dusty objects upon the shelf.
"That woman is to be mine, and the Hanyou will be disposed of. Inuyasha, you will see the afterlife soon enough. And that fair maiden will be mine forever. My revenge will go from one generation to the other for my own satisfaction once you are disposed of.
With a flurry of coat tails he made his departure to his bedchamber for a night of restless, dreamless slumber.
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