Art or Madness By: Tsukiko-san

Pairing: Naraku/Kagome

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

Author's note: Wow, I'm not doing a crossover lol! Well I don't really know how this story is going to work out. I would like to say that I am not as naïve as most 13 year olds. I know life will never be perfect or that we live in a world of fantasy or faery tales. Maybe you can say that I sometimes view life as "the glass is half empty and always will be." Pain and suffering is part of our daily life and nothing will ever change that. In conclusion, I don't know if this is really a dark fic these thoughts and ideas came to me from the pain and suffering that I have locked away but now they are back…….

Summery: Humans are but foolish creatures that are ignorant to the web of lies and spite that they had weaved. They live on trivial feelings like love and other feelings that make them pitiful……but I am no better because I have fallen for a mere mortal girl.

Chapter 1: Spiders come out in the dark.

He felt the damn jacket tighten and mold itself like a second skin making it impossible to breath. He tugged at the confining sleeves, using his sharp teeth to bite at the white material until his gums bled from the metal buckles that held the straight jacket in place. His raven hair was in disarray as he shook his head like it would help loosen the damn contraption that bonded itself to his body. He laid his head on the padded floor as he stopped his feeble attempt to take off the jacket that the hospital had provided him.

'Like this is a hospital, it's a loony bin and it's not even fit for the rats.' Naraku thought as his alert eyes scanned the confined space they call a room. He tensed as he heard the bolts of the door squeak in protest as an old lady with wisps of graying hair framing her wrinkled face entered his humble abode. She was dressed in white clothing that matched the room, it didn't really flatter her figure……….well nothing rarely did.

"Did I startle ye?" Her voice like gravel reached his pointed ears as she looked at his fallen form. He scoffed at the very notion that an old human woman would startle a being such as him.

"Of course not, like a hag like you could." He said as his red eyes brighten in color as malice entered them. Her dried lips thinned into a grim line as she held the small plastic cup tightly in her irritation.

"I have brought you, your daily pills Naraku." Keade said as she held his hair tightly in her grasp. She shoved the blue pills into his mouth, shutting his mouth closed as he tried to spit the vile pills in her face.

"I suppose this is how you treat all your patients? Well I have to say that, that is not the best way for patients to get better." Naraku said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes lazily.

"You will never get better Naraku. You should be in jail not in a mental hospital, after you killed your father without a care in cold blood." Kaede spat as she made her way to the rusted door.

"That human was not my father. I'm not a filthy hanyou, I'm a demon, full demon I tell you." Naraku struggled against the straight jacket again with renew strength as Keade stopped the heavy door from closing.

"Naraku, there is no such thing as demons and if you like it or not that man was your father." Keade said calmly as she let the door close in a bang. He growled deep in his throat and started thrashing around again. He curled into a ball as tears burned a path onto his face. He buried his face in the white cushions to stop the flow of tears as he tasted the saltiness upon his tongue.

'A real father would never touch a child in a way he had.' He thought as he whimpered a bit as he felt the phantom touches once again burn at his skin that his father had enjoyed to do. He made his way to the corner of the padded room with much difficulty as he leaned against a wall hoping that when he fell asleep that he would never wake up and return to the harsh reality that the gods had oh so generously had given him.

(With Kagome)

Kagome felt the warm water brushed against her skin as the petals of roses floated on top of the water. She started to vigorously rub the soap on her skin as the paint blended into the warm liquid making the water turn into a multitude of colors. Her blue-gray eyes fluttered closed as the steam of the water made her skin turn a soft shade of pink. After a while the water lost its warmth and decided to get out of the tub. Kagome wrapped the fluffy blue towel around her body and let the water drain away letting the slick rose petals stick to the porcelain tub. Kagome threw on her silky pajamas as she made her way to her bed. She piled all her paints and blank canvasses on a desk nearby her bed hoping that she wouldn't forget them in the morning when she went to her new job. She had applied for a part time job at an asylum; she had started a small program where the patients at the asylum could paint, like therapy if you will. She had visited on occasions; all she could say was that she felt like crying when she had visited. Some people were hysterically crying and others just rocked back and forth devoid of any emotions. Of course she wouldn't be working with some of the more deceased patients only the one that wouldn't lash out or were unpredictable that they couldn't even be controlled by the doctors.

She wrapped the blankets around her form, hoping that she could at least help one person enough that therapy would be a success.

(In the morning)

Kagome tripped and fell flat onto her face as she ran through her small apartment trying to collect all her things for her new job. Of course she was late and she blamed it on the evil clock that didn't wake her up.

She collected her canvasses and new paints hoping that she wouldn't break her neck as she went down the stairs with the canvasses blocking her view. She struggled to push the canvasses into her car, hoping that she wouldn't be too late for her job.

'Oh yes quiet an impression I'll make by being late the first day on the job.' She thought wryly while closing the door to the car only to leave her keys inside. She groaned in frustration as she pulled onto the door only to find it locked.

'Oh my day is starting off to a great start.' Thought Kagome, as she kicked on the tire only to jump up and down in pain. After a few minutes of cursing and almost an hour of jiggling a wire hanger to get the car open she was finally driving to the small asylum.

She held the canvasses safely tucked under her arm and paints in her purse as the florescent lights buzzed madly overhead. The soft clicking of her shoes was the only sound in the hallway as she made her way to the front desk. Her blue-gray eyes scanned the room to find an old woman pushing a small cart of plastic cups.

"Excuse me, I'm Higurashi Kagome. I'm here to give therapy to some of the patients." Kagome said as she struggled to bow in respect to the old woman.

"Aww yes, Ms.Higurashi I am Takashi Kaede." Kaede said warmly as she took the canvasses from the flustered girl.

"Let me show you to your first patient but I warn you he's a bit rude but he wouldn't hurt a fly." Kaede said only to not have convinced Kagome.

The long corridors were filled with silence as they walked towards a green door with the paint peeling off of it. Kaede carefully slide the bolts and opened the door. Kagome walked inside with the canvasses pressed closely to her chest. The only source of light was the swinging light bulb that didn't provide much light for her eyes.

"Thank you Takashi-san." Kagome said politely as the door closed with a thump making her jump a foot in the air.

"Fear is a primal emotion that makes humans so weak." A sultry low voice reached her ears as she turned to the source of the unknown voice. Hypnotizing red eyes peered through the darkness that clouded her vision as her breath hitched.

Well I'm going to stop here. Sorry for the sucky chapter! Thanks for reading and I hope you review!