Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Inuyasha.

Author's Note: Please keep in mind that these stories are based on the anime, and not word to word, scene to scene transcripts. I'm projecting my own thoughts and ideas into everything, so of course I think that they're much more interesting, and what I would like to see!

Also, sorry for being away so long, but I had no means to get on the Internet. But that's all fixed now, so keep the comments coming. Also again, there is some risqué stuff in this chapter, be warned!

...The ground shook. Kagome screamed as pieces of the demon and bits of rock were sucked out of the top of the cave. Miroku called out to them, but she and Inuyasha found themselves flying through the air towards another mountain. Inuyasha reached out for Kagome's hand.

"Kagome, are you all right?" She shouldn't have come, the hanyou thought.

She grabbed it. "Yes, but Kikyou is…" The girl gestured towards a carcass atop which Kikyou was lying down, unconscious again.

Inuyasha pushed Kagome back to give himself room to lunge forward to grab Kikyou's hand as well. However, the debris was coming to its destination. Summoning it all in, was-

Naraku. Inuyasha growled, grabbing Kagome and jumping from the heap of rubble. It is you, after all. He watched as the loose body parts from the Kodoku spell were sucked into Naraku, transforming him. Kikyou landed at his feet.

Naraku, standing stark naked in his new form, looked down at her. "So this really is the Kikyou who died 50 years ago," he laughed. "She did me a favor, giving me this new body."

Kagome couldn't contain her anger, "No, you idiot! She did that to save Inuyasha!"

"Well, in any case, she'll be coming with me." Naraku reached down and picked up her prostrate body and held it close to his own.

Disgusted and angry, Inuyasha charged at his nemesis. "Don't fucking touch Kikyou with your dirty hand!"

However, miasma met his blade and threw him off Naraku. Untouched, Naraku summoned his furry cape and vanished into the starry night with Kikyou.

"Damn it," Inuyasha snarled, tears forming in his eyes. "DAMN IT!" I'll get you Kikyou. Don't give up, I'll save you!

Naraku was deep in thought. Kikyou just about gave me this new body. If she were merely trying to save Inuyasha, then she would have just purified the demon and ruined all my plans. But instead, she broke the seal. What could this woman be thinking? He didn't bother to look down.

If he had, he would have seen Kikyou staring back at him.

...Back at the castle, Kikyou opened her eyes to the sounds of her Soul Collectors trying to come in and not being able to enter. As if reading her mind, a seductive voice filled her ears.

"I have placed a barrier outside this room, and your Soul Stealing servants cannot enter." Kikyou didn't even bother to flutter her eyes in his direction. She knew it was Naraku, and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her gaze. She stared blankly ahead.

"Without your souls of the dead, you remain helpless." A thump indicated that Naraku had sat down next to her. She denied her intense fury and continued to remain calm and unemotional.

"Kikyou...What can you be thinking?" Naraku's mind returned to the recent event. With one of your sacred arrows, you could purify whichever spell you choose. And yet, you let me have my new body. Breathing heavily, he chanced a glance into her beautiful face of porcelain and ivory. A goddess. Unruffled, her arms at her sides, and her hair fanned out all around her.

Earlier, he had softly opened her shirt and pulled away the hakama and then stripped her of her undergarments. Naraku couldn't bear her to be clothed; something inside of him that couldn't be denied needed to see Kikyou in all her delicate, pure beauty. The miko was a Chinese bellflower in full bloom, waiting to be deflowered. He had laid her down delicately, his hands shaking, a bare body beneath silken sheets. Didn't she know that it was he who had captured her, that it was he who had brought her here? Perhaps she merely wanted to see what lay beyond the spell.

As if she had read his mind, Kikyou finally spoke. "And there you were. Your disguise is fine, Onigumo."

That name. That name brought fear to Naraku's heart and a mad fluttering to his loins. But he stayed collected. "Huh," he chuckled. "Onigumo, now that brings me back 50 years in the past." He put his face near Kikyou's, making the miko look up at him. She would feel his fire, his fury, his every passion. Naraku would not let her deny it.

"You saved me, took pity on me, and sheltered that fugitive in a cave." Naraku chuckled. Kikyou wanted to turn her face in disgust, but realized that she was paralyzed with fear… Or something else.

Naraku continued. "Onigumo offered his body to the demons, who more than gladly shared his evil soul. And thus was born…" The dark-haired demon said with a flourish- "Naraku." With a smug smile, he took a jewel shard from his kimono. Despite herself, Kikyou gasped. Pain and anger rent her soul. It can't be…

"That's…" She moaned weakly. She couldn't say the words. Not the Shikon No Tama, please no… But Kikyou knew that it was. She could sense it, like so many other things in this world. And, like so many other things in this world, she wanted it all to end. The miko closed her eyes, now hearing the voice of her most hated nemesis inside her every pore, barely conscious of the sound of a robe slipping to the floor, and too weak to care. Inuyasha…

"Yes," Naraku said smugly. "The very thing that you took with your life to erase from this world. A shard of the Shikon No Tama." Seeing the hurt and pain on the miko's face was almost too much for Naraku to stand. He wanted to take her as soon as possible, claim her as his. The poor girl hadn't even noticed that he was nude. His desire both irritated and excited him.

Kikyou finally spoke, weakly. "They say it was your desire to posses it that brought you to kill me." The words hurt to speak, but all she could do was speak them.

"Discussing such a thing with one who is no more than a collection of dead souls is unseemly." Naraku stroked her arm, feeling her bristle. It felt human. As human as she did when he was in that cave. Damn it, he thought to himself. I am not Onigumo. Why do I keep thinking as that criminal who wanted Kikyou? He knew he must have her soon. He leaned down.

"Kikyou, look at me."

Suddenly seeing his naked body and raging member before her brought tears to Kikyou's eyes. "It's that robber Onigumo that has such interests. I'm trying to deny him, but…" Naraku waved his hand as if in boredom. "I'm afraid he might get the better of me."

"Teme…" Kikyou began insultingly.

Naraku continued as if she hadn't spoken. "But the search for the remaining fragments frustrates me." He stood up and went to the window, where he let one of Kikyou's Soul Collectors enter. He then slayed it without cause. Kikyou winced and closed her eyes. I would rather go to my doom than stay alive one more minute and suffer his disgusting affections.

The dark prince took the soul that the creature had dropped and put a Shikon shard inside of it, watching it sink into the miko's body. Kikyou wanted to reject it, but was too weak. It lay dormant in her frail body.

Naraku then climbed on top of her. Kikyou gasped and screwed her eyes closed, trying to ignore the weight on her form. Inuyasha, please come for me. Where are you? As strong as Kikyou was, she could not believe that she had to rely on someone else now.

Naraku scoffed. "What are you, a miko or a whore?" Kikyou couldn't deny the tears that escaped, ashamed at her position. "Who would make love with a clay body?" Then he smiled.

"Inuyasha?" He asked seductively. Kikyou tried to give nothing away, but with his naked body pressed to hers, Naraku could feel her heart skip a beat. "How disgusting." His lips were inches from hers.

"You know he's with that other girl now, don't you?" The demon mocked her. "The one who looks so much like you, but it so unlike you." He laughed again. "I wonder when he took you," Naraku questioned, his tongue and lips moving against the skin of Kikyou's bare stomach until they rested in her navel and made her shiver. "Certainly not before you pinned him to that tree?" He moved back up over her body and his lean muscular form contoured itself to her curves.

Why is he doing this? Why is he making me relive it? Damn it, why can't I move? Kikyou uttered a sob. This further excited Naraku. He enjoyed this game that he was playing with himself and Kikyou. He wanted to be inside her, to hurt her, to make her move with pain whenever she walked, so that she would remember, and then to deposit her before that useless hanyou in a disheveled heap.

But not yet. First, Naraku would make him suffer further.

"If you truly yearn for this world, Kikyou, then I bid you to go that girl who is like you. Destroy her, and take back your life with Inuyasha. You have a score to settle, don't you?" He reluctantly climbed off her, his member stiffening as it passed over her smooth, pure skin. "A battle between good and evil," he mused. "Tainted as you are, you are still more pure than one could ever hope to be. Go," he commanded. "Find the girl, and kill her." Seeing the souls inside of her react to the Shikon Shard, he allowed the other Soul Collectors to deposit their burdens. He then watched as Kikyou left, leaving him to release himself from his lust.