An: wow, this chapter is short…but I figured, hey! Why not, you know? Exactly!! Yay! Anyways, I don't go into a lot of scene description, because I will be having some flashbacks later on in the story. There is a flashback later on in this story…but I did not say "flashback" you sort of haft to figure it out. Anyways, yet another chapter of a perverted/lusty Naraku…and a sad Inuyasha. FINALS are OVER! YAY! I am so happy…and I am surprised I still managed to get a chapter out in a week, albeit short…anyways, this chapter is rated PG-13 cause Na-chan and Inu-chan have uhm….very angry dicusssions. Heh heh heh. I tried not to make TOO much Kikyou, because most of you people hate her anyhow (*raises hand in agreement!* yay!!)
Disclaimers: I don't own Inuyasha…but uhm…if no one had put a trademark on our little hentai naraku—I claim that! Yay!
Note: this was a rather rushed chapter. If there is any spelling/grammar, sorry…I just wanted to get this one done, cause I needed to move on to something more interesting chapter wise.
Chapter Six: a bloodstained embrace
The silver haired hanyou sat haphazardly on the porch leaning against an old worn column. One of his legs dangled over the side, nearly touching the bit of grass and gravel. His arms were folded quietly in his lap, and only his golden eyes moved. It was very quiet now. The amber sun of the afternoon illuminated the irises now growing along side most of the deck, their petals translucent and glowing. The only murmur of sound was that of the occasional plop or splash from the koi pond…yet besides that, all was silent.
Inuyasha did not really know if he approved of this…he was used to people talking, whether at home, or visiting a dignitary's house. He was used to the friendly murmur of voices, used to the conversation. Yet, truthfully, he hated being alone with his thoughts. He hated having to force himself not to remember the past, and the people and places he had known.
Yet, she was not here this afternoon. She had abandoned him, and walked down to the village with Miroku. She wanted to escape.
…and he had let her…
And whether or not he was upset by this turn of events, it was hard to say. Inuyasha would not deny that over the past week their relationship had grown more comfortable, and at times, even pleasant. There was something pleasing in the girl, in her manner, her way of thinking, and her thirst and hunger for life. And Inuyasha knew, and was aware, that he could offer her so many things…so many things to make her happy. And perhaps make him happy as well.
Yet, the shadows from his past always followed him, always remained. The doubt, and guilt and anger held him closely at night; tighter and more lovingly that Kagome could ever.
He pitied his wife. He pitied his wife for being unfaithful, for allowing her to believe that there was hope between them—that their life together would, in the end, not be in vain.
Yet, her image always remained, the soft gray eyes always calling out to him in the depth of his dreams. Now, the whisper of her voice had grown stronger, particularly in these past weeks. Kikyou had grown vivid, her form more distinct, and his longing for her clouding his vision—all thought, all rationality.
His life, looking back on it, seemed so long. Inuyasha was aware that if human, he would have died at least twenty years ago. And, he wished he had some days. His appearance was that of a man, twenty at youngest—and yet he had lived 128 human years. He had watched friends die, his mother, and his father…and now after all this sorrow that was presented to him, a girl with untainted eyes could not understand the pain he suffered.
Closing his amber eyes, Inuyasha allowed himself to remember his first meeting with the girl that would one day die in his arms…
Sixteen summers ago, he had stumbled upon a valley village located in a central plain, mountains surrounding him on either side. Inuyasha had just managed to push his brother and the lust for his sword away—but at a great cost. For days he had been wandering about the wooded hills, surviving on his wits, and the occasional strength he could muster. His brother's wounds had been deep, as was the grudge Inuyasha now held against him.
On the night of the new moon, he lost all his strength, and stumbled bleakly down the slippery slopes of the mountainside, half conscious. Finally, he had come to rest at the edge of a pool, half his body submerged in its clear depths. Inuyasha had not wished death. Yet, the option was eminent if he lay there. Inuyasha was aware that he had no friends or companions in this vicinity—there were only the weak and repugnant demons…
How vividly he remembered looking up into the star filled sky and wondering if he would see tomorrow dawn.
And tomorrow had dawned, and with the first rays of sunlight came the first steps of her light tred. Bleakly he had opened his eyes to gaze at a figure illuminated by sun, and almost as soon as they had opened the blackness surrounded him, after a long and cold night.
Inyasha remembered awakening to the smells of something cooking, along with the sounds of people moving objects about. Before he could move a muscle a warm voice greeted, "Oh. So you're awake finally."
Grunting slightly, and pushing himself to a sitting position he croaked groggily, "Where am I?"
Glancing about the small hut he found a young girl watching him from across the hearth, her large black eyes gleaming with knowledge. To her right sat a young woman, in that of a priestesses attire, her strait raven hair tied back, except for two long strands that would not obey. Her gray eyes glanced towards his figure, and they smiled, gently, with merriment, "I wonder who did that to you…it could not have been any demon from around here."
Nodding dumbly, he found himself replying, "No, the demon's around here are weaklings."
The young woman said nothing, but instead ladled out some rice porridge into a wooden bowl, "Here," she offered, extending her hand, "Eat this…you body has been through a lot. It is better to eat nothing heavy."
Taking the worn bowl and placing it in his lap, Inuyasha continued to study the girl for a moment longer, until her intense powerful gaze caused him to turn away in embarrassment.
This had been the first encounter he had with a female human. It had been years since he had ever spent such a long amount of time with one. It felt strange and unnerving. It caused his heart to quicken.
When it came to Kikyou, Inuyasha realized, there were certain scenes he remembered better than others. The first month in her residence had been tense, and moody…there always seemed something he did wrong, or it was his attitude which put a damper on the whole situation. Yet, by the end of that early summer month, he found the prospect of leaving gloomy. For so long his life had been predictable, and now, suddenly, he felt rather content.
And, there was something so comforting in Kikyou that without becoming aware the rainy season slipped by and only the heat of the late summer remained.
It was on one late summer evening that Kikyou and Inuyasha had found themselves alone, walking across the rice fields towards the forest that her house bordered on. Kikyou was laughing about something Inuyasha had just said, her delicate lips turned upwards in amusement, her eyes dancing with merriment in the golden light.
"What?" Inuyasha barked playfully, "It wasn't that funny."
Bringing her smooth fingers to her lips to try to hide her teeth, she giggled, "Yes, but the way you said it made it that way."
A flush came to Inuyasha's cheek, and wrenching his head towards the sky he mumbled, "I am glad you find me so amusing."
The two walked in silence for a bit longer, their footsteps the only sound in this darkening hour. As the sun sank deeper and deeper onto the horizon, the first faint glow of the fireflies appeared, dancing gaily about the miko and the hanyou.
"Damn flies." Inuyasha grumbled, swishing at them.
A warm sensation overtook him, and suddenly he was aware of fingers intertwining between his claws. Staring at Kikyou in amazement, he was rather startled to see a thin wash of blush against her cheek.
"Kikyou…" he breathed gently, gazing at her flawless face that lay before him. How beautiful she looked at this moment, her gentle smile, and the flush in her cheeks, her deep dark eyes gazing into his own. Inuyasha was aware of so many feelings washing over his body—emotions he had never felt. It was as though he was an innocent child, gazing at these actions in astonishment and curiosity. Yet, this was not to say he did not like the physical feelings and desires he was accumulating. No, quite the opposite.
The sun had now set behind the nearby hills, yet the sky remained, washed in gold's and lavenders.
"Lets…" Kikyou smiled gently, "Sit over here."
The two walked towards the edge of a small stream used to feed the fields with fresh water, and sat by its grassy banks. Surrounding them, the fireflies danced lazily above the placid surface of the water, as though they were waltzing with their reflection.
The two had kissed, then, a deep long passionate kiss. A kiss that would bring many more. Their fates and hearts intertwined like their hands moving sensually against the partners body.. A darkness had melted from Inuyasha's heart, and that evening, the miko had become his. Kikyou's smile, her body, her heart…all she had offered.
Blinking back tears, suddenly Inuyasha was aware of the time. Wiping his bleary eyes hurriedly with his sleeve, he decided to take a walk through the gardens. It had been years since he had thought that vividly of his past; thought of her beautiful rich voice—and it tortured him. It slashed at him without mercy.
Taking quick strides he tried to calm his rapid breathe. One step farther into that reverie, and her bloodied figure would cloud his vision. Kikyou was dead. There was no use in hoping otherwise…
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Smirking to himself, he poured Sesshoumaru a saucer of Sake, and then his own cup. The lord of the western land reclined against a pillar, looking out at the dark night's view. The demon's amber eyes seemed almost consumed by the murky quality of his pupils, his lips expressionless, as they always were. A gentle breeze from the east ruffled the silver hair of the demon, causing it to fall gracefully onto his pale skin. Things began in the east.
How much Sesshoumaru tempted him…
"May I inquire," Naraku began, lounging against a satin pillow, "How it is that you and Inuyasha have had this seasonal war for these past years?"
Of course, Naraku knew the reason already. Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha were both gloriously in the dark about the whole affair. Neither had not an inkling that he, Naraku, was the cause of their bloody war—that in the end, neither of the brothers would get their desired objects, neither would find life, or love, or happiness. All profits Naraku would reap…
"My brother is under the impression that I killed his human wench." Sesshoumaru replied coldly, sipping the mild Sake.
"You mean to say that, Inuyasha had someone else before he was married?" Naraku questioned archly, arranging his features into one of mild distress.
"Yes." Sesshoumaru hissed, "The bastard still remains untrue to that who he is legally bound to. But…" Sesshoumaru paused, turning his gaze towards the dark haired figure, "But he is whom he is. He only suits the position he was born into. Only half worthy of anything."
The sound of a bird in the forest was heard singing a sweet, sad song above the trees.
"Harsh words, indeed." Naraku confided softly, his eyes glazing over Sesshoumaru's abdomen and traveling down the length of the perfectly sculpted body.
"He deserves harshness." Sesshoumaru spat bitterly as he placed the ceramic cup down, and hoisted himself off the bench. Moving swiftly, he made his way from the pagoda towards the main house that now lay in darkness.
"Hmm…perhaps you deserve someone being harsh to you as well…" Naraku murmured, licking his lips self-consciously. A grin blessed his features, and a deep chuckle came from his thick lips. It was all going along so wonderfully…so perfectly…
The seeds he had sewn so many years ago were finally beginning their bloom—and soon, he would taste the sweet sticky fruits of victory, presented by Sesshoumaru. Yet, it was not only Sesshoumaru he would get to taste and sample… there would be Inuyasha, and his wench, Kagome.
It amused Naraku that Sesshoumaru, one of the most well thought of person (demon or human alike) would not be able to figure out the mystery to his brother's lover's death. He had more faith in that silver haired snack than that.
Stretching his shoulders slightly, he closed his eyes, a smirk plaguing his features, as he remembered how so many years ago, he had, like an expert spider, woven this web of confusion and deceit.
In the spring sixteen summers ago, Naraku had disappeared from the dark and damp cave, which the miko had been so gracious to supply him. In the transition of the seasons, he had spent most of his time traveling about the main islands, acquiring friends, and favors to put to later use. Yet, he spent most of the time in the forest, allowing other weak and pathetic demons to enter into his body, giving him strength beyond his wildest expectations. Naraku would admit his beginnings were humble—yet, look at where he lay now! That spring, he had been a crumple of rotting flesh, hardly able to move, the only thing in his body that was active happened to he his brain.
While traveling the roads and sandy pathways, Naraku had heard the two demon brothers…There was Sesshoumaru, the ruler of the western lands, who was fair and trustworthy (if not emotionless and cold-blooded). Sesshoumaru's only desire it seemed was the sword that his younger brother possessed, a sword with magnificent strength—the strength to kill nearly 200 demons, when used properly. This ruler, however, had been presented with kin to the sword, its making the same, though intent different.
And then, there was the younger brother who was the ruler of the eastern lands, and took pride in all that he reigned. However, often he was absent from his fortress, making it difficult for Sesshoumaru to track him down and possess the jewel that glinted maliciously in front of his eyes.
Naraku had returned to the small town where he had first begun early in the summer, to claim his miko, and win her over. His looks had transformed in the past months, from that of a heaping pile of flesh, to a handsome man—which few, as he had become aware of, could resist.
It was fate that he should decide to return to this town. For no sooner had he stopped to acquire favors and friends that he heard the news. The news that their precious miko had fallen in love with lord Inuyasha was the towns gossip! Nothing besides these two names did they speak, whether in mock, or favoritism.
"Oh, really? Who is this Inuyasha?"
"Haven't you heard? He rules the eastern lands, and has in his possession a most fearsome sword."
"—for a hanyou, he is very handsome."
"I have not seen the gentleman. What does he look like?"
"He has long silver hair—"
"—and golden eyes!"
"But you are very handsome as well, sir."
"You are too kind."
It was so very perfect.
After spending one night in that town, and helping a young girl loose her virginity, he had begun to concoct his plan.
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The figure hugged the darkness tenderly; its soft luxurious hair spread about him, as he idly lit a cigarette and inhaled its smoky flavor. The red-hot glow was the only light in the room, not even the sky was blessed with the moon glow this night…That silver orb was absent from earth, hidden by its own shadows, as was this person sprawled in the hotel room. Hoisting himself from the rough fabric, the figure walked over to a chest of drawers and withdrew a folded piece of paper. Carefully, he opened it, his dark eyes reading over its contents. Smiling sickly, he tucked it carefully among the folds of fabric, and left the room and out into the warm summers night.
The grass seemed to flatten itself against the earth, as though trying to skirt away from his touch. All was quiet, trying not to draw attention to their form. None wanted those dark eyes to gaze at them, to decide their fate…none wanted to feel his wrath.
Naraku, the keeper of such a gaze, thought silently to himself, It is all so perfect…
And indeed it was.
Tonight was the night of the new moon. This, of course, meant that Inuyasha would seek refuge alone in the woods, carefully trying not to draw vengeful demons to the shrine where his lover lived. He would only emerge from is cave at dawn, where, if all went correctly, he would find his brother delivering the final blow to his bitch.
It was so brilliant.
A rosy haze began to wash over the sky, and hurrying his steps, he made his way towards the shrine. The figure who stepped upon the sacred steps was no longer Naraku, the man who gave his heart to darkness, instead he had transformed into the handsome Sesshoumaru, the lord of the western lands. All was perfect, down to the embroidery of his underguarments. Once in passing, he had studied the lord of the western land as he made his way down a street. He parted the crowd, his only partner a small toad demon.
He found the girl sweeping the steps, and calling out to her gently, he asked if he could discuss donating a quantity of money to the shrine. Kikyou glanced up at him nervously, her eyes momentarily squinting, as though she was trying to discern something false in his appearance. Yet, he was flawless.
"Who are you?" the gentle voice asked, as she placed down her broom, and stepped cautiously forward, "You look familiar…"
Gazing at her sternly in the eyes, the eyes he wanted to call his own, he replied, "I have an infamous half brother. If your village has been recently terrorized, it is most likely by him. Only idiots are capable of such damage."
The female laughed gently, and stepped bravely forward. "Well, let us talk then. I know of this brother that you speak of."
The two were now walking along a small path, with rice crops surrounding them on either side. The dark brown water remained still and silent, as though it could tell something fowl would soon happen.
"Kikyou…" Naraku began, running a finger though his silver hair and stepping closer to her frame.
The beautiful form turned round, a slight smile resting on her features. "Yes?"
It was now the moment of truth, and there could be no regrets in his action. Stepping forward, and gazing down into those innocent, yet strangely brave gray eyes, he almost faltered slightly as he withdrew his razor sharp claws. Her face was washed in a delicate blue light of dawn, highlighting her moonlight colored skin. Her eyes grew wide.
There was a sudden, horrible sound—and the smile slowly began to fall from her lips. Large tears welled up in her courageous gray eyes,, she questioned hoarsely, "Why?" A fleck of blood appeared on her red lips.
Her pristine beauty that of white now matched the scarlet color of her hakama. The two blended, creating a woman of sin and deceit. Her eyes were now glazed over, as though something beyond his vision called out to her. Her once flushed lips had now turned pale, her skin transparent in the growing light of day. Finally, her body went limp, and leaning forward he delicately kissed the girl. Yet, it would not be too long, for soon they would meet again. Soon she would rise from her grave, an ally at his side, unaware that she was conspiring with her own enemy.
A rustle of leaves caused Naraku to cradle the limp body of the young priestess, and gazing into the forest he saw a dark haired figure emerged, his cloak like that of his blood stained claws. The two faced each other, their eyes a mixture of excitement, and fear.
The human form of Inuyasha paused for a second, his body taught, his large black eyes taking in his brother's form, and then the figure cloaked in blood.
"Who…?" Inuyasha began quietly, wondering if it was a local village girl his brother had taken vengeance on. Stepping closer, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes became great and glossy. Kikyou's face had been revealed; cold and nearly lifeless, its expression one of utter betrayal.
He began to shake, as though a mighty wind was trying to strike him down, and he continued this a few seconds, before anger and rage polluted his eyes.
"You bastard…" he breathed icily, stepping forward, his steps quickening, his body shaking still.
"What? You knew this bitch?" Naraku replied smoothly, allowing her body to fall into the muddied waters below, her white skin now flecked with the earth in which she would rest.
"You bastard!!" Inuyasha snarled, rushing forward, painfully unaware that he was still a human, and powerless against Naraku or Sesshoumaru.
A glowing whip appeared in Naraku's clawed fingers, and snapping it in distain he slashed at the oncoming figure. A shout of despair and pain was heard, and blood trickled from Inuyasha's arm and face. Yet, his eyes held determination still.
"You will regret this, you son of a bitch." Inuyasha hissed, trying to stand.
"You are the son of a bitch, and a repugnant mark on this family. By choosing a human as your mate you only lower you even more." Sesshoumaru, or rather Naraku, replied smoothly, his whip disintegrating.
The silver haired demon stepped towards his brothers shuddering frame, and in almost a tender embrace he touched his brothers bleeding cheek. "I do this for your own good. One day you will understand."
Inuyasha said nothing, his dark eyes traveling down to his murdered lover.
Touching the bloodied cheek of Inuyasha he brought the finger to his lips, and licked them in enjoyment. Turning sharply as the first rays of morning light entered the valley, he whispered, "Until we meet again…"
A swirl of air surrounded the demon's retreating figure, and he was gone…
As the first light of dawn touched Inuyasha's form, the familiar sensation of power overwhelmed him his body returned to his usual form. Rushing to Kikyou's side, he sank into the mud, and cried without mercy onto her still warm body.