A/N: It had been an eternity and three life times since I updated this fic – in fact I had forgotten about it, and fan fic is no longer a part of my life anymore. But, since I loved this particular story so much, and know a lot of you do too, I updated it.

Now please read the noticed I put up on my authors page, info page, whatever that thing is, it will tell you a bit about what my plans are for my fics.

But now I have finally given you something, the answer to the cliif hanger, but not all that I promised you. But trust me, I plane to have part II very soon. So enjoy!

I warn you in advance of sexual and violent content that may be seen as mature and perverse, and promise it will only get worse with part II.

Tasogare Akatsuki 'Dusk to Dawn'

By Gothic Tinkerbell

Chapter 6 Selling Your Soul to the Shadow Cathedral (Part I)

Naraku opened the front door of his apartment in response to a blunt knock. With strong, delicate fingers that never faltered in their movements, he unlatched the locks and propped open the door to see whom his visitor was.

To his delight it was exactly who he was expecting.

Cold, black, calculating eyes examined the two police officers in full uniform with little interest, his attention mostly on the girl they restrained securely between them.

"Sir," the older looking officer regarded Naraku through his reflective glasses, "I think this-" he pulled the girl's arm so she jerked forward slightly "-belongs to you."

Kiri dared not look Naraku in the eyes - she knew what she would find there. Her stare was indifferently averted to the floor, but she felt him just the same. She could never escape that feeling. The feeling one might get when a thunder cloud, dark and bulging, hovers through and never seems to pass until it bleeds rain unto us all.

When she finally worked the courage to take a glimpse at him, it was just as she thought. Naraku was eerily silent, wearing the same clothes from the club, his hair mussed and scattered over his shoulders, and those damn piercing eyes…

The older officer was the one to finally break the awkward silence. "Well, now that she has been returned, I think our job is done. Call us if there are any more problems."

The officer pulled Kiri harshly by the arm, forcing her into the apartment, and into the waiting grasp of Naraku. He held her arm in one hand in the same fashion the officer had done, and at the moment she was being treated as a lost object being passed around and finally returned to its owner.

With his free hand Naraku discreetly pulled out a bill of large sum, and passed it to the officer in a handshake. Having received payment for their corrupt services the officers smiled, and then left.

In a world where every cent counted, and every connection was a way to power, most of the police had long ago given up on the idea of 'justice' in favor of the idea of 'industry'. They all had their priorities, and knew being on the good side of a powerful gang leader like Naraku was profitable. But of course Naraku knew his influence over the police meant he did not have to follow the rules - there were no rules.

Unfortunately, what this all meant to Kiri, was that there was no place to hide, nowhere to run, and no one to turn to. Justice had been buried in a cold grave along with freedom.

The clicks and snaps of the door closing, and locks being latched were horrifying to Kiri. A barrier was being created between the two of them and the world. When that door was closed no one could hear her - but then again no one was listening.

When the barrier was finished being erected Kiri felt a cold hopelessness form in her chest, and clench at her heart. She wanted to say something to break the frightening silence, and the overwhelming stillness that was suffocating her, but she did not have the courage, nor the words to say.

Naraku turned, and there was a frightening calm on his face, like none she had ever known. It was too complicated for her to understand, and too frightening for her to want to. She knew she wanted to be good and to please him, to spare her what little damage she could, but mostly she wanted to be a thousand miles away. He began to walk towards her, their feet moving in sync with one another's, him trying to get closer, she trying to back away. But when Kiri felt her back hit the wall, there was to longer a hope of darting her way through this.

In a moment his body was close to hers, a fingers length at most, and he stared at her, Kiri knowing that he wanted to speak, but was holding back for the right moment. He gently brought up his hand to touch her cheek with the backside of his knuckles, looking at the curves of her face as if she were a porcelain doll.

"Kiri…" the frightening silence was finally broken by his resonate voice, thick lick oil, and smelling of liquor. "…I really don't know what to say - You've left me speechless."

This was not a good thing, Kiri thought to herself. Normally he could scream at her, throw her around a bit maybe, and do as he pleased with her in the end – but with nothing to say? What did that mean? What did it leave? She was about to find out.

"I've tried…" He continued to caress her face, fingering her jaw and brow line, ignoring her trembling chin. Naraku enjoyed the frightened green eyes that peered back at him, enthralled. "…tried so very hard to give us everything – especially you. Ahh, if you only knew the sacrifices I've made for you, how vulnerable I've made myself," his hand now gripped her shoulder, threading fingers into her thick hair, "and you keep doing this to me, you keep loving me and bringing me the greatest joys, and then making me suffer…" His hand began to pull on her hair, Kiri's mouth falling open in growing pain, and head following his pull.

"Isn't this enough? Don't I give you everything?" His voice grew louder. "Don't I make you happy?" He yanked her hair so that her head was brought to the level of his navel. Kiri gasped in pain and was forced to continue to look up at him.

"Please…" Kiri whimpered.

"Well?" Naraku pulled her hair suddenly and painfully. "I asked you a fucking question!" He threw her to the slick, wooden floor, so that she 'thumped' and moaned on contact. His anger had finally arrived, and Kiri didn't know what to do.

Only a moment after she had hit the ground, and before she had time to move away or react, Naraku kicked her in the hip, sending her sliding into a collision with the next wall. It seemed like an hour went by of her lying there on the floor, curled up a bit, moaning, close to tears, not daring to get up. Naraku did not go over to her at first, maybe he wanted to watch her struggle, as he had struggled, or maybe he was contemplating his next action. But finally he walked over to her huddled body, standing a foot away and patiently waiting for her to respond to him.

She gathered herself up from the ground and turned to face him. She wasn't sure what he wanted. Did he want her to beg? Grovel? Apologize? Kiss his feet? Or simply come near so that he may kick her again? But in her few minutes huddled on the floor Kiri had realized a way out, a way to stop the bruising pain.

Kiri was crouched on her knees before him, and as her breathing calmed and became less frantic, she knew what she would have to do to save herself from anymore of his rage.

Her lover's emotions were on a hair trigger, ready to forgive her, beat her, or anything else it took to have her. When Naraku looked down upon her, he was surprised to see her returning his gaze – the best smile she could manage on her face.

Kiri moved even closer to him, so that she was almost sitting on his feet. Her head was about level with his hips, and she moved one of her hands to reach around and grasp his butt, while the other stroked the inside of his thigh. Naraku shuddered slightly from her touch, and Kiri proceeded to lightly push him, coaxing him to sit down on their couch.

With the look in her eyes, Naraku couldn't refuse, his anger almost to the point of being forgotten. He took a seat on their couch, leaning back against the soft pillows, still watching Kiri and what she would do.

Kiri kneeled before him, position between his legs, and timidly caressed her hand slowly up his thigh towards his genitals. She looked up at him one more time, searching for approval, and his lustful eyes almost begged her to continue.

Knowing that he wanted this, and that it was the only way to save herself, Kiri fought against her feelings of hesitation and shame, as she unzipped the fly of his pants. She continued to pull down his pants and underwear, till his need was right there, in her face, erect and demanding.

Without a moment to lose, Kiri went into her normal routine. She kneeled, arched over his hips, and positioned her hands at the base of his erection. The movements came like a second nature. She softly brought her mouth to his swelling head, caressing it with her lips as her tongue played with the sensitive spot beneath it. Her hands began slowly to pump his dick from the base, and work their way up, while she continued to tease the tip.

Kiri then took Naraku into her mouth, coaxing a moan from him, as he lay back against the coach, biting his lip and staring at her. She sucked and moved her head back and forth, feeling his dick grow harder in her mouth. She took him in deeper, till his member reached the back of her throat, and she sucked harder. Her motions became faster, thrusting her lips down his dick and stroking the bottom with the tip of her tongue, but always stopping to give extra attention to the soft, swollen head.

She could tell that Naraku was getting closer, and hoped that he would come and be satisfied with just head, and leave her alone. But she could never be sure, and as her fears suspected, Naraku had bigger plans for her.

Before she could finish him off. Naraku put his hands on her shoulder to stop her, and she looked up at him questioningly. He didn't say anything in return of her curious and still frightened eyes – he didn't have to. With his lust filled eyes, that were turning a darker hue, his haggard breath, and trembling desire the channeled into every bit of his body, his whole being seemed to say 'I want this to last…you'll hate me and love me by the end of this, but you'll thank me.'

After that, Naraku got up from the couch, picked up Kiri in his arms without a single protest on her part – she knew her dwindling will could not fight his carnal desire – and carried her into their bedroom with as much feeling of celebration and ceremony as it did the first time he had done so. And Kiri did feel reminded of that night, her childhood, her virginity, her memories….and a lifetime passed before she reached that bed.

A/n: There you have it, please review or email me, and I will get part II up very soon. And please read my notice on my authors page - thank you.