Heart Broken Arrows Ch. 7
REVISED
Disclaimer: Not mine; it belongs to Takahashi Rumiko…I don't make a profit from it.
Rating: M for language, gore, adult themes, and the mistakes I make when I type this hurriedly instead of finishing my other already late final paper.
Special thanks to: ColdKikyo…The sun's bright rays are no match for the joy your comments bring.
Warning: LEMON/LIME below and if you have read chapter six before this was posted, you will want to go back and re-read, sorry! I added some stuff in so the two chappies make sense.Also, there is a large flashback section in italics.
Please review…do not leave me with stats that say you were here and then gone…cause I'll sic Fluffy-sama on you, and then we'll see who reads and ditches, eh? I mean, I admit I've done that, but someone sent Fluffy-sama after me, and I've never quite been the same …
ENJOY
Last time:
"You think that I desire you, Kik-you?" Naraku ran his finger down the side of her face, slicing open her bloodless skin. "I do not desire a lifeless corpse. I use you like I use Kagura or any other female. You are nothing to me. And soon, when I remove that mark, you will be nothing to Onigumo either…and then you will be damned."
Present:
Kikyou watched the retreating back of Naraku and willed herself to remain perfectly upright. Not a flicker of emotion crossed her face, but inside, oh inside, she was screaming at him, flinging vicious curses and imagining his death at her hands. She had known that one day Naraku would destroy her village. It had only been a matter of time before he realized how advantageous a move it would be to him, yet, Kikyou had planned so carefully. She thought its safety had been ensured and disaster averted.
Past:
In the final moments of sunset, Naraku's eyes slowly changed from crimson to brown, and the he grip on her body changed from painful to passionate.
"Kik-you?" the man's voice ground out painfully, "Is that really you?"
Inwardly, Kikyou laughed in bitter triumph, of course it was her, who else did the fool think she was?
"Yes…my love." Kikyou tried hard not to choke on the words, but her hatred threatened to destroy the long hours she had worked towards this moment. She brought her fingers up to caress the man's face, tracing the profile that was so despised, dark hidden eyes, an aquiline nose, and powerful jaw. She let her fingers slip into the strands of his black hair. The silky threads slipped through her fingers. He was beautiful, there was no denying that. Kikyou felt desire stir deep within her, and viciously quelled it. She had a goal and it would not do to become…distracted. Kikyou moistened her lips and the man's eyes were instantly riveted on her pink tongue. He moved forward infinitesimally; his hands sliding lower upon her body. Kikyou felt the warmth flair up and arched her head backwards, hiding the concern in her eyes by showing off the graceful line of her lily white neck.
"Kikyou…" the man breathed again, as if astounded by his good Fortune to be in this room, in this moment with the ethereal priestess. He bent his head towards the column of her throat and pressed his feverish lips there; his hands sliding lower still towards the pooling, almost painful warmth that was gathering in her core.
So long without a caring touch…
Kikyou hastily straightened herself, burying the thought. She could not lose control. The man carefully slid his fingers underneath the hem of her clothes, searching for and finding the very tops of her breasts. Kikyou closed her eyes and moaned, seductively pressing her lower body into his growing hardness, trying to gain the upper hand. Suddenly, the warm hands left. Kikyou opened her eyes and was startled by the fierceness of the gaze staring back at her.
"Don't pretend," he stated. "Love me."
A ragged sob escaped her lips before she could stop it, and the heat in her body suddenly blossomed into a fire. Tendrils of desire raced up her body and she let out a low moan. The man ripped off her clothes savagely. This was who he was meant to own, meant to have! Kikyou began trembling uncontrollably, suddenly afraid now that her plans were crumbling around her.
In haste, she cried out, "Promise that my village will be safe!"
The man looked up slowly, taking the measure of the woman in his arms. He could see the darkness in her aura, and the distress, the hate, the fear…It was a gift of his non-mortal body, and with this ability, he also saw the intelligence, and the oh so tiny spark of what remained of her before he had happened. She was proud, this woman, and full of sin, and he craved her. They were always meant to be together.
"Promise me that you will be my mate!" he hissed back. Kikyou felt the weight give out in her legs. This was never supposed to have happened. The man held her up, and then whispered seductively into her ear, "WE are each other's darkness." He kissed her passionately, grinding himself into her. He began making a rocking motion with his hips, causing sparks of desire to race through her blood.
Kikyou trulysaw the man at that moment, realization striking her likea bolt of lightning.He was right. Ever since he had first seen her, since she had first touched him, she had rejoiced in the illicit thrill that it gave her. He was everything she had not been then, and now she was the same. Kikyou realized that she had no desire to gain back what she had lost. Innocence was for the weak. Who she was now was so many times greater…she had passion, power, and intelligence.
And she had the weakness in Naraku's heart in the palm of her hand.
The man waited patiently as Kikyou thought, never stopping the sensual movements of his hips. Kikyou's eyes flashed with understanding, and she reached down to grasp his length.
"Promise me Naraku will never harm my village."
"Promise me you will be my mate."
Kikyou bent down seductively, shedding her clothes as she did; her fingers began to untie the obi at his waist. She licked her lips again.
"Promise me Naraku will never harm my village, and I will be your mate, and I will help you to destroy Naraku." The man closed his eyes in rapture as he felt the heated fingers began to stroke up and down. He suddenly reached down and picked her up, roughly yanking her head to the side. He began to kiss her neck, licking and suckling. Kikyou moaned in ecstasy.
So long without touch...Kikyou didn't notice as her silk kimono dropped to the floor without a sound.
The man roaming downwards, found one peaked nipple, and drew it into his mouth. The pulling warmth sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she moaned again, louder, rejoicing in the freedom and womanliness of her sounds. Her body was alive with feeling...
He whispered, "Do you hate me Kikyou?"
"Yes."
"Do you love me Kikyou?" There was uncertainty in his voice,though his kisses never wavered. Kikyou felt the soul left to her being split into a thousand pieces. The face of the man who spoke to her was a man who killed her once before; he was a man she hated utterly. Yet, his eyes and words belonged to a mortal man who had long ago attracted her spirit with stories of pleasure ina world she had never known.
And, it was a mortal soul…that wanted her. He desired her for who she was now, sins and all. He rejoiced in her darkness, and would take pleasure in her body.
Kikyou's eyes became wide black pools and the man waited for the answer to his question.
"…Yes…my love," the priestess's words could barely be heard. She needed his want, and she would love him for his desire.
Onigumo smiled in satisfaction, pushing down the clamoring voice of Naraku within him. He had waited so long, a lifetime and more for this moment to happen. His Kikyou had accepted herself. He had made her who she was, and now he would claim her for eternity. With a sigh, he bent down and pierced the skin at the base of her neck.
Naraku would not be able to destroy her, for now her life was tied to his.
Kikyou screamed as her flesh was pierced, the pain was significant, but the desire that shot through her was indescribable. She felt herself exploding from within, torn asunder again by the twin feelings, and for a moment, darkness rose up to claim her.
When she came to, Kikyou was startled to find herself on the floor. Above her, the man was staring at her; his eyes a bloody crimson.
"What did he say to you?" Naraku's voice was low and controlled, but Kikyou felt the fury behind it.
"Do you remember nothing Naraku?" mocked the priestess. She twisted seductively on the floor, her body exposed."Do you remember nothing that we did?" Kikyou rose, running her hands down the length of her waist. "Nothing that was said?" Naraku simply stared.
Kikyou thought carefully for a moment, if Onigumo had erased the memory of their encounter, perhaps then, he had erased the memory of the village from Naraku's mind…It made sense to Kikyou. How else would he ensure the safety of that place, if he was not in complete control of Naraku? Kikyou laughed softly and bent her head, exposing the base of her neck.
"We are mates, he and I."
Naraku's eyes narrowedat the spider mark on the priestess's neck. It glowed angrily as the last rays of the sun cast of brilliant orange and fiery red shadows onto the wall of his room. This shifted his plans, but not entirely. He had heard of marks being removed. It was very rare but possible. And was he not the master of impossible? Naraku laughed right back into Kikyou's face.
"We shall see bitch." He turned and left without making a sound.
Present:
Kikyou felt a sickening realization come upon her. Onigumo had indeed erased the memory of the village from Naraku's past memories. The next time she brought him out, he had told her of what he had done. In fact, every time Kikyou made him come to ascendance he had gone through and erased the memory of the village. She swore inwardly. She had not been able to bring Onigumo out for several weeks now…and thus the village became a much more obvious target for Naraku. Their mark had not been renewed, and thus Onigumo had less power. Narakumust begaining power, but from where, she knew not.
Perhaps Kagura knew something...if the female youkai would trust her long enough to tell her.
Turning to face screen door, Kikyou saw Kanna noiselessly enter the room. The mirror in her hands flared to life. Kikyou knew Naraku had sent her here on purpose. He was unsure of why Onigumo had promised the village's safety to Kikyou, but he did know that its destruction would cause her pain.
"At least the children are safe…" she murmured. The figures in the mirror soon absorbed all of her attention, and thoughts of Naraku's new strength to resist her faded into the back of her consciousness.
Meanwhile:
A jubilant Shippo was busy inhaling his second favorite food, porridge, as Kaede has said no candy for breakfast.Ramen was also his second favorite but that was at dinner or lunch time.
He paid no attention to the adults in heated discussion in the corner of Kaede's hut.
"Kagome, when began this coldness that ye spoke of?" Kaede joints popped as she shifted position on her mat.
Kagome glanced around at her friends, who had been shocked to learn that she had been seeing strange colors and shivering, along with having powers that were seriously "out of whack." She knew this was going to make Sango explode in anger,yet she wanted Kaede to know the truth. Looking down at the worn, brown mat beneath her, she muttered,
"Whenisawinuyashaandkikyou…" Kagome risked a glance up and saw Sango's face turning a horrific shade of red. She looked ready to clobber the hanyou, only Miroku's staff prevented her.
"Kagome, ye have seen Kikyou and Inuyasha before? Have ye not?"
Kagome nodded her head reluctantly.
"Then why be this time different?" Kaede asked; her expression gentle. Kagome suddenly felt the coldness return tenfold. Couldn't the old bitch guess the reason?Her eyes widened at the vehemence of her inner voice. Where had that come from? Kaede was only trying to help.Kagome took several calming breaths; ithelped little.When she spoke, her breath misted in the air, "They were having s-" Miroku, distracted by the blue tinge Kagome was gaining to her lips, didn't notice as Sango prepared to launch herself over him to get to Inuyasha. The hanyou looked very much like a bad, but confused dog. His posture screamed of guilt, but his head was cocked to the side with his ears twitching in agitation. He too didn't notice as Sango began her perfect taijiya leap, and didn't utter a sound as she collided with his head.
"BAKA!"
It was Kagome who called out to Sango before Inuyasha could receive any more of Sango's wrath. "It's okay S-s-s-a-n-g-o-o-, I don't-" her teeth chattered together. Shippo, who had just finished his food, saw that his okaa-san needed him again. He hurried over to where she sat and wrapped his short tail around her, trying to warm her. The young girl's eyes grew wide.
"Kagome!" the old miko called out to her in alarm. "What do ye see, child?"
"I see purple everywhere." With a little cry, Kagome collapsed, almost flattening Shippo.
Inuyasha was the first by her side, growling instinctively at the change in the young girl's scent. There was something else mixed in with it that spiked suddenly when she had lost consciousness that he did not like. "Kaede-baba," said the hanyou uncertainly, "what does she mean by that?"
Kaede grabbed a coarse blanket and thrust it at the hanyou. "Cover her quickly!" Inuyasha hastily complied, but would not be deterred from his goal.
"Tell me what you know old woman!" Inuyasha's emotions were threatening to overwhelm him. He only vaguely remembered meeting with Kikyou recently, but he would have known if he and Kikyou…if they had…slept together. Why did he not remember that night clearly?
Suddenly, from outside there came a cry of "YOUKAI!"
Miroku and Sango leapt up, reaching for their respective weapons. Kirara, who had been sleeping in the sun outside, uttered a great yowl of fury. Inuyasha scented the air,
"Kagura," he growled.
Preview of Next Time:
There were people running every which way. Women carrying wailing children were headed towards the hills behind the village. Grim faced men carrying whatever farm implements they had were headed towards the south end of the fields. There, Kagome could make out a jeering Kagura high up in the air; around her there were hundreds upon hundreds of lesser demons. Kagome gasped as Kagura made a downward slicing gesture and several villagers were sent flying backwards in a bloody mist.
"Where's Sango and Miroku?" Shippo asked nervously.
Why did Inuyasha never notice Kikyou's mark? What exactly does Kaede know about the spell on Kagome?
Till then,
Aidyn
As always, review please...anything you don't understand I will try to clarify.