Warning: there'll be yaoi, although there will not be hentai acts. Sorry guys. However, it has hard images.

Warning: violence, lots and lots and lots of anguish.

Warning: pathetic English from a learner.Please be nice and tell me all my mistakes, so I can correct them. I take very seriously my learning. And yes, I know a lot of phrases don't make sense at all, so, please, review the authoress and she will correct everything!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. I don't own the song, either. The song is called 'Rest In Peace' and is sung by James Masters, and appears in a Buffy The Vampire Slayer episode, though when I began writing this I did not know it, but a very kind reviewer told me so, and I believe it completely. I really have to see that episode.

Well, this is the last chapter, tough I have been asked to make Naraku's POV, and I'm thinking about it. This is also a longer chapter.

KOHAKU

There's a traitor here beneath my breast

And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed

The traitor in me wishes to stay with you, to feel your touch, those ghostly caresses with your fingertips, provoking light tickles where they pass. Caresses with those delicate, white, perfect, pure, hands. Hands that can transform into claws, perfect instruments of death, torture and murder. Gentle and strong hands. Your hands.

I feel sick when I detect my own desire.

The traitor in me wish to hear you voice asking me about my missions, if I feel well, what I'm reading. Sometimes you ask for my advice, attacking strategies.

I don't know if you had followed any of my tips, but I don't mind. I don't mind if you notice my despise for you in my voice. I behave as the youkai you are, cold, distant, and merciless.

I don't mind what you think about me. But it concerns me, and it hurts me the despise you answer my own despise with.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

Sometimes I stare at your face. Now you seem not much older than me. You have a light exotic touch, you knew? You have dark hair, red and rounded (A/N: occidental, not Japanese) eyes. Perfect body. In occasions, I'm the one who cures you. It seems that I'm the only one you trust enough to let him touch you.

Ironic, isn't it? I'm an exterminator, I tried to kill you, I hate you, and you trust me, tough you know I'm free. You know that I could easily kill you. I have the knowledge, the skills, the strength and the needed weapons.

But I'm not able to do it.

Because, without you, my life will not have a sense.

Now I laugh. I have to seem paranoid, psychotic, for a brief moment I came to think that you were created to give my life a meaning, take it from the common lives humans have, make it special, lasting, worth of something more than the mortality to which I resist to surrender. To take it away from the anonymity, make it different. Because you are my reason.

The reason for which I'm so altered.

The reason for which I hate and I desire you.

The reason for which I'm here.

You know that since that day when you resurrected me all between us changed. You could not feign to be my protector and my saviour, and I could no feign respect to you anymore. You made me move from my room to a place without miasma, where my senses are not dulled by it. You gave me a powerful armament, poisons, daggers, knifes, very sharpened katanas, poisoned needles, capable to kill a dragon youkai, you gave me an armour that I don't use. You gave me a bow and arrows. You gave me an entire weaponry.

Sometimes, I use the bow. Never to kill. Instead, to relax. It has a calming effect on me. You tense the bow, feeling your muscles tighten with it; you focus your sight, on the objective, on the reveille. You shot. The arrow whispers to the wind its melody, like a whistle. The arrow embeds on the objective. The hiss of the arrow reminds me of your own hiss, when you are wounded and I heal you.

You gave me books, to distract me. Books about war techniques, fighting techniques, books about potions and youkai curses and magic. But then you began to give me books about mathematics, history, literature, poetry. Those books you selected for me, only for me.

Books about philosophy, only to try to maintain a conversation with me, with something more apart from monosyllabic words, but I think I never allowed you one of your desired dialogues with me, did I?

I don't want to know your opinion about life.

I'm afraid of your opinion about life and happiness. I'm scared that, if I listen to it, I would understand it, and therefore, I could understand you, I could understand the ways your sick and bloody mind evolves. And I prefer to don't temp the luck.

You gave me silks, I have so many dresses, luxuries that only a few princes could afford, only to show your power.

Either that or you like to see me in black silk. I smile a retorted and sickened smirk now that I think about it. catamite, indeed. Tough you don't like to see me.

And you keep me without marks, without scars. Except for the noticeable change of the colour of my eyes. My eyes are light purple with a pink iridescent touch. Just like the purified jewel. I still don't recognize those eyes. I will not recognize them ever, either.

But, when a youkai came to the palace, you show me like a trophy. An exterminator, with a free mind, after all you put me thorough, and I'm still at your service, on free will. And I still work for you. And I'm strong, and I'm able to maintain intelligent conversations. I believe that's the way you prove your subjugation power.

I'm sure you'd change me for anything you'd want, or worse, you will present me as a gift to a youkai lord in exchange of cooperation.

Once I heard you talking to another youkai. He asked you who you wished to die in order to possess that "little and delicious exterminator". I still wonder why I'm here and not with that demon. It was a fair exchange: the life of an enemy in exchange of me. The victim would probably have killed him, I suppose.

It hurt me to listen to that conversation, it hurt so much. Am I really such a boring entertainment that you were so wiling to exchange me for a murder you could do by yourself easily? Am I only merchandising? Am I not worth enough to be your 'pet'? Only a decorative object, to be used and then to be thrown?

The next day, you began to make me sit with you in the room which is open to the garden.

To keep me controlled, I believe. Losing a 'trophy' such as the last living and active exterminator should be very humiliating. Despite being only an object.

Perverted and spoiled youkai.

Sometimes, insults skip my tongue, sliding, appearing, without me noticing. As they do the uncontrolled lust lashes.

If my heart could beat, it would break my chest

But I can see you're unimpressed

I suppose that is my fate: to suffer for you, to suffer because you hate me. But I can't avoid this. I want to get out of here, but I refuse. I refuse. I feel that this is the only place where I could be wholly accepted.

I look at you and I discover a new thing each day. You are such a amazing person. You are always changing, but still you are the same. Today you are gazing at the falling rain, which is impregnating the air with humidity and coldness, with that smell of soaked earth and fresh grass. It's grey outside, and you are watching the rain pouring slowly. Your back is facing me, so I can't guess what you are thinking about.

Probably, your mind is occupied by another of those retorted manipulation plans. You bastard. I wish I could erase that malicious smirk that it's sure you show at this moment. But I have not enough strength.

I would like you to know what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling, what torments me, and what is that who makes me feel so weak, what makes my soul be unrecognizable.

Because I see your back, only covered by a black silk yukata, which allows me to imagine your perfectly drawn curves.

I suppose you know it. All the demons that come to visit the 'powerful and mighty' Naraku look at you with desire. There's no need to have your accurate and sharpened senses to see that. Their eyes are so full of lust, and that sickening eyes stare at you with non-dissimulated hunger, while you seem totally oblivious to their advances and their futile attempts to seduce you. There are youkais of ethereal beauty, youkais with terrene beauty, and demons so attractive and gorgeous that take away your breath only to look at them. They're powerful, and so much desirable, and they want you, but you have never reacted to anyone. It's certainly sure you are thinking about that dead priestess, the one that used to came here to taunt you, to alter your sleep and to rip your peace. She was the main cause why you are here, isn't she? I suppose also that the mere thought of a man in your bed sickens you, nobody could never be compared to that miko, to her perfection: powerful, beautiful, wise, young, and completely unreachable.

But I can't do anything. Demons will keep coming, they will keep on gazing at you like you were meat (for some of them it would not be a problem, in fact) and I will keep on feeling my anger climbing in spiral through my back, jealousy and hatred growing exponentially towards them for daring to look at you in that way. But I can only look at you and hate you for being there and not here, next to me.

I'm sickened of myself. To have these feelings about the very person who destroyed my life. And not only my life, no, but too many of them. I'm sick, if not physically, at least mentally. Tied to foulness, tied to you.

Sometimes I think I desire you so much because I can't have you, because I have spent all my teenage years without any physical contact except the necessary for killing, and, in special occasions, your wandering hands while you are healing my wounds.

But it is only a way to try to fool myself.

I desire you. I hate you. And I hate desiring you.

But I don't hate you, and I don't hate desiring you.

I am a poor and confused child that begs for someone to notice him, to take care of him, and to be lulled to a peaceful sleep.

Preferently, by you.

You are what keep me alive, you sickening bastard.

So leave me be and

Let me rest in peace

Let me get some sleep

Leave me, leave me, get out of my mind, of my heart, of my anguish, of my pain, get out of my life.

But don't get away.

I sound so desperate, so confused, so absurd, I realize, but I am truly desperate, truly confused, and my life is great fake, a theatre where I'm not the protagonist. No, it's you.

Don't extend the wires of your control and power over me.

Let me die.

Let me have scars. Let me sink in my misery; drown slowly in the sea of horror which is my life. Leave me.

I only want to rest in peace. Only to rest in peace.

Please.

But each time I close my eyes, you are the only thing I see. When I sleep, you are the only thing I dream about. When I kill, you are the only thing I base my concentration on.

Please, let me rest in peace. Let me die.

Let me take my love and bury it

In a hole 6-foot deep

I know each time is more and more difficult to control myself, for this reason, I want to keep me away from you, but I can't I want to bury all I feel, forget it, kill you and then begin a new life, the life a being like me should mot live. I don't deserve that life. I have killed too much, I have hated too much, suffered too much, experienced too much. And I'm too young to overcome it. I only want to die and abandon this pathetic existence.

To die.

But I want you to die with me. You are the reason of my existence, the reason for what I'm here. The reason for what I breath, and walk, and sleep, and suffer, and gaze, and look at you, and desire you, and hate you, and not hate you, and love you, and don't love you.

You are.

I can lay my body down

But I can't find my sweet release

Let me rest in peace

I want to forget you, forget that you exist, forget that you're here, but I don't want to.

What you have done to me is worse than every curse you can come with.

You continue staring at the rain, or at least I think so, because you are showing me your back. I forgot the book I was reading hours ago. Nobody interrupt us, only you and me and this room. Suddenly, your body moves, you slide and put yourself in a more comfortable position, allowing me to see briefly your face. Your face, with those perfect and elegant features, is relaxed, but it does not mean anything. Unlikely to me, you are able to bury your feelings and thoughts after being destroyed, of course.

Your skin glows. Your lips are slightly parted, in a very seductive way, and you have not realized yet, but my lips tremble due to the desire of touching yours, of caressing them, of feeling them, of kissing them.

Your eyes look at me for an instant. Your impossibly red gaze shines more than the usual. And I can't separate my gaze from you. I think you noticed. Now I really have to kill you, nobody should now of my supreme humiliation.

Your lips move, you murmur something, but I'm so lost I don't recall what you said. You are waiting for me to do something, and I don't know what it is.

"You're trembling, Kohaku".

You repeat. I nod. It's cold, my body shivers, but I haven't noticed until you said it. I was so buried in you. I suppose I'm too accustomed to forget myself when you are around.

"Come".

That was unexpected. I'm not wounded, I don't have a mission for now, and you can explain it from where you are. You should see confusion all over my face, but you ignore it.

"Come closer".

I get up, scared, your eyes have a dark expression, and I believe you are finally going to kill me. But at least I will die next to you. My dagger is soaked in poison for you. If you murder me, we'll die together.

I approach you and I stop two meters away from your figure. You give me a sigh.

"Closer, please".

Have you just said 'please'? Please? To me? Now I'm sure you're going to kill me, at least you would want to smooth my death in payment for all the years I have served you. I approach you mare, I'm standing besides your sitting form, you spread one of your powerful and delicate hands to mine, smaller, more callous, more human. You make me sit by your side. I obey. I never believed you would willingly dirty your skin with such an impure touch as mine.

Why won't you

Let me rest in peace?

Trying to calm my heart, I sit besides you. I feel, suddenly, your arms encircling me, your legs surrounding mine, my back leaning in your chest.

You... you… are holding… me?

Are you hugging me?

I feel your heart beating at that peculiar rhythm, so different from any other.

Calming, relaxing, soothing my nerves. My body goes limp in your embrace, confiding, although I should keep me on alert. But you are holding me and it is a warming and pleasant feeling. You hold me, and I gaze at the rain falling. The garden glows. Drops bounce in the leaves of bushes and trees, water soaks flowers giving them an unreal shine.

It's beautiful. Incredibly beautiful.

I sense the ghost of your breath in my nape, which provokes a shiver to run through my entire body, it's a throbbing and pleasant feeling, I close my eyes clouded with desire so you can't see it in them.

I feel your breathing rhythm altering, your heart beating a little more wild. But I'm warm, and comfortable, and I won't move. Because I feel fine here, and the rest of things does not matter anymore, they are dissipating slowly with the rain.

"Don't leave, Kohaku."

You say, and your voice is little more than a whisper. And I feel at peace, I feel the serenity filling my soul, washing my pain, momentarily, I know they'll return, but for now I feel calm, serene, safe, protected, there's no confusion, no pain, no anguish. I'm fine. I'm secure. I'm with you, the demon I despise most. And the being I love most. And he does not want me to leave him. I feel a wave of happiness overwhelm me, leaving me limp in your arms.

"I won't, Naraku".

And I turn mi head to face yours. In your lips, a smile is beginning to form. The curve is elegant, discrete, simple. Your lips mould to it with ease. It's a smile of relax, happiness. You're happy because I remain with you. I don't care if it's a trick of your manipulative and sick mind. I don't' care, because I know you are smiling, and your eyes shine with the most beautiful shade of red I've ever seen, and your arms are around me. And I'm at peace. I'm dead, and I'm at peace. I hate you, but I love you and I'm being hugged by you and your breath is against my neck and everything is okay. And my life has a meaning.

It has meaning because I'm with you.

I turn again mi face I stare at the rain pouring, bouncing, shining trough the light. And I know, that of only for a brief moment, it is me who plagues your mind.

We are demon and exterminator. Prey and depredator.

And you are my life, the reason I breath. I won't go, because I belong to you.

You, and nobody else, Naraku.

Fin

End of the series. Thanks for reading, and please give me your opinion. Constructive criticism, suggestions, comments are welcomed and encouraged. Flames are allowed, by the way.

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Davinci