Art Or Madness By: Tsukiko-san

Pairing: Naraku/Kagome

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha though I wouldn't mind owning Naraku :)

Author's Note: I don't know if this is really dark or not…….how pathetic I can't even capture depressing moods -.-;; So I guess there are no warnings. Enjoy this chapter!

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

Chapter 2: The web of imaginary whispers.

(Naraku's POV)

I crawled, trying to get away from HIM, away from the pain and loneliness. I cursed mentally as he groaned in his sleep, fucking sick bastard. I almost make it to the front door, my freedom, until I hear HIS voice.

"Where are you going son?" HE asked as I felt his heated glare. I start rattling the door knob hoping that the door would open in time for me to escape.

"I think your just askin' for a punishment." HE said as he pulled on my hair. I stayed still, knowing that if I moved an inch my hair would practically rip off. I was sickened when I saw his lust covered red eyes…..so much like mine.

"Well your going to receive your punishment and take it like a man." HE said as I felt his mouth on my face. I try to pull away, HIS lips wet HIS teeth bite at my neck drawing blood. HIS body slams into mine and I felt like I was about to hurl when I felt his arousal on my thigh. HE fumbles to hold both my wrists in one hand so that he could use his free hand to tug at his pants. I start screaming, screaming enough that even humans can hear me. Why is no one coming to help? I felt the sharp sting in my cheek where he struck me.

HE practically rips my jeans off and starts pounding in me as I keep trying to claw at anything I can so I could get away. I only earn another slap as he finally releases. HE drops me to the ground where I lay crippled and broken while he pulls his pants on.

"Naraku you know I love you and I only do this for your own good." HIS twisted words didn't mean a thing and I just laid there hoping that if there was a god he would take me now because hell would be better then this.

(Author's POV)

Naraku tried to catch his breath hoping that the vivid dream would disappear from his mind. Naraku squinted as bright lights filtered through the door way that was opened. He tried to distinguished the vague figure that stood there.

'Oh joy, the hags here again.' He thought as he just tried to make the features of the shadow in the door way.

He could practically smell the fear that radiated from her, oh and how good the scent smelled. Her blue-gray eyes wide like so many innocent children he had seen when he was free. Her raven hair tumbled into soft curls until it pooled around her slim waist. Her blue knee length skirt couldn't stop him from seeing her long slender legs.

He must say that this was a big improvement from the old hag; he shuddered when he saw a mental picture of Keade popped into his head. He was already traumatized once he rather not have weird mental images of old ladies…..

The stench of sanitizer products filled the air as the shadow figure in the corner took more prominent features. His wavy hair fell over one of his crimson eyes giving him a more mysterious look as he gave her a thorough check over. She noticed that his body was wrapped up in one of those straight jackets that she had seen in those stereotypical horror movies that always left her in a terrifying mood enough that she wanted her mother……which was pretty pathetic but blame it on the T.V. producers.

The white cushions squeaked as she made her way to her patient "Hello, my name's Higurashi Kagome." She cursed herself for sounding so meek as she settled the blank canvasses between her arms and her chest.

"Oh, it talks." Came Naraku's reply as he watched in her blue-orbs flicker many emotions that left him in amusement. A fierce blush was the only sign that she was angry, that and the way she practically clutched the canvasses in a death grip. He let a small smile tilt his lips in satisfaction. Yes it was his favorite pastime to anger people the only thing that made him happy. After she cooled down (which took about 3.5 seconds) she smiled at him. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Naraku" He said curtly.

"Well, you're going to be my patients…..for a new therapy I'm doing." Naraku could see her eyes flittering nervously around the room like she was crossing the border into the very pits of hell……..which quiet frankly she was if this Kagome girl thinks he's going to be her guinea pig.

"So you think I'll gladly take the job to be your lackey?" He asked in a deadly calm voice. The memories of the time his father had taken advantage of him came back as did the raw emotions; he clenched his fist to control his temper.

'No, this isn't like what happened before, he's dead.' He locked his memories away of his 'father' and turned to see that Kagome was putting different colors of paints and the canvasses on the padded floor.

"I didn't mean it like that…..I meant that this therapy is painting. Just putting your emotions in colors and paper." She said wistfully as she felt her passion for painting return into her trembling fingertips yearning to paint or draw what she desired.

"Oh really? Just pray tell, how am I going to paint or even draw when I can't lift a damn thing with this contraption." Naraku said smugly as he turned to Kagome who was at a complete blank while she was fixated with the straight jacket.

"I-Well…..I haven't really thought of that…" The basic formula is: Take off the straight jacket and which means he could maybe kill her or she could just leave it on and he could maybe use his mouth to paint? Kagome was very tempted for the latter but for this therapy program were to succeed she would need to take the jacket off. Kagome slowly made her way to him as he had a wacked-by-a-hammer grin plastered on his face when he saw her actually willing to take off the jacket. Naraku could see her shaky hands grasp at the material as he delighted in her feathery light touches that he could feel. One by one she unbuckled the straps that confined him in the degrading material.

The jacket felt into a mass camouflaging with the white cushions of the room. He had forgotten how good it felt to actually use his arms and also the fact that he had no shirt under the straight jacket leaving him bare to the embarrassed Kagome.

'Must not look, Must not look……………aww crap I looked!' She thought as a little bit of drool escaped her mouth as she looked to see his bared chest in all its glory.

'A warning would have been nice.' She thought bitterly as she tried to busy herself by setting up her paints. He watched curiously as the human girl started dabbing paint onto the blank canvasses. He grew annoyed when she barely acknowledged his presence when she was practically gawking at him a moment ago. He stood behind her watching as her miniature brush strokes started to develop into a vague image that he couldn't make out.

"You know it's rude to look over a person's shoulder?" She stated.

"Well what am I supposed to do?" He asked when he turned suspicious as her lush lips turned into a smile.

"You can paint whatever you want to….just express your emotions." She said softly as she started to paint again. He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He peered darkly at the extra canvass willing for it to burn……it didn't work.

"How exactly is this 'therapy' supposed to work?" He finally asked as he lazily rolled the paint brush in between his fingers.

She decided to ignore his question and finally turned to him as she felt darkness surround her soul when she saw his tormented red eyes. He felt the pity rolling off of her, it disgusted him that this wench would actually pity him she should be revolted……like so many others.

"Well just vent all your emotions; I suspect that you have many anguished feelings just waiting to be let out." She said softly as she went to put a hand on his shoulder in a show of comfort, apparently this was a bad move. He trembled in anger as this, bitch dared to actually try to feign her lowly sympathy. No he did not need pity from such a creature that was naïve enough to think that he would give in to her act.

He wrapped his hand around her fragile wrist as he harshly brought her near him enough that her breath warmed his skin.

"Don't assume that you know me, it would be your downfall." He said cruelly letting his nails bite into her skin enough that she would whimper. It was such a sweet sound coming from her lips…..

He let go and crawled back to his corner bringing the canvass and paints with him as Kagome mended to her bleeding wrist.

"I-I'm sorry……" She whispered trying to pick up the broken pieces of a barley formed friendship, she needed for him to trust her, and she needed to trust him……

Her mind so dazed she didn't hear the door open until she was blinded by the artificial lights of the hallway beaming down on her. The outline of Kaede came in her line of vision as Kagome put her still bleeding hand behind her back.

"It is time for you to go, Miss. Higurashi." Kaede said as Kagome collected her things. Kagome didn't look at Naraku when she left only leaving a small painting on the floor of the room. Naraku peered through the darkness as the light bulb swung back in forth. He saw that the painting was a picture of him.

Stopping here sorry!

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