Mizoshi found the bathing room without difficulty. Curiously, she inspected her reflection in the still water that brimmed in the wide wooden tub. No longer had she an innocence in her serene features. Her face was less childlike and more mature. It suddenly occurred to her that this was the profile of a woman. A woman with the eyes of a demon. Naraku certainly hadn't treated her like a child. No. He was the first being who regarded her as something else.
Gently, she lowered her body in the steaming liquid, her kimono forgotten on the floor. Tipping her head back, she let her ebony hair trail in the warm wetness. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes in surrender. She had finally discovered a clandestine sanctuary where she didn't physically have to hide.
The scent of sandalwood oil danced in the air; emanating from the bath itself. Sighing, Mizoshi let the sweetness fill her lungs, as the candle flames rose and fell. All of a sudden, she identified a presence in the room. The presence was apparently trying to be silent, but hadn't completely succeeded.
Mizoshi's eyes instantly sprang open; her peace disturbed. Desperately, they focused on the moving dark figure. In the end, she could've guessed who it was without a glance. Naraku now stood in front of her; eyes fastened on the occupied bathing tub.
His mouth twisted into a predatory smile. "Forgive the intrusion, Mizoshi, but I think a bath would be most invigorating indeed."
Even though nothing should shock her at this point in the…relationship, her eyes widened when Naraku shrugged out of his purple and navy robes. Mizoshi couldn't help staring at his presently nude magnificent muscled body. He noticed her gaze and smirked. "I take it that you're interested?"
Wordlessly, she watched the dark hanyou step into the water with her. He wasted no time running his hands up every curve and claiming her lips with his own. Before Mizoshi knew it, she was kissing him back. In spite of the potential reproductive dangers, she wanted this. And how could she ever refuse?
Both touching and caressing everywhere, Mizoshi at last wound her fingers through his hair. She loved the raven, waving mass that was continuously perfectly shaped. It was akin to tatters of black silk. Groaning, he pressed himself to her tighter, enfolding her in a suffocating embrace. Indeed, she had the keen sensation she was drowning. Drowning in a hot bath that was getting hotter by the second. She shrieked in pure bliss as the bubbles rose up around them, and then, it was over.
Drained, Mizoshi blearily watched Naraku climb back out of the tub. With a satisfied expression, he dried himself with a fluffy towel and redressed himself. Only his long mane remained damp and slick. Switching her eyes heavenward, Mizoshi let out another sigh. Here I am. Totally at ease. Having nightly trysts with a demon. Mother would be proud.
Before she knew it, the dark hanyou had pulled her out of her bath as well, breaking her concentration. She opened her mouth to protest, but he shushed her; a burning in his crimson orbs. Lightly, he began to massage the soft towel across her wet skin. Achingly slow, he rubbed up her legs, midriff, and shoulders until every part of her body was dry and smooth. He was treating her in the vein of a toddler, yet she honestly didn't mind. Mizoshi said nothing when he wrapped her kimono around her trembling frame and was absolutely silent when he picked her up bridal style in his arms.
Superiorly, he strode down the connecting corridor; his prize cradled against his chest. She had the vague impression that he wouldn't let her go under pain of death. Twisting turns and derelict doorways rushed past her. Where was he going with her? Finally, Naraku reached his destination. His bedroom. Gently enough, he laid her down on the mattress. Mizoshi snuggled under the clean, white sheets as her demon lover settled beside her. He kissed her on the forehead. "Was that satisfactory? Are we sufficiently cleansed now?"
Mizoshi didn't answer. She was too relaxed to speak. Besides, there was no need for words. Sinking her head in the pillow, she allowed her dreams to carry her off. The last thing she saw was smoldering ruby eyes observing her.
Naraku looked at her slumbering form. Leisurely, he ran his hand through her beautiful ebony strands that were damper than his.
She was his. Not a mere incarnation or servant, but a mate. His mate. A willing lover.
He enjoyed this game. Lovingly, he took control of the girl. Under his ministrations, her face flushed in pleasure. Scarcely ten minutes ago she had screamed with it. Only he had this right. No one else even had the privilege of kissing the female. Still, there were certain factors he wasn't comfortable facing.
Naraku hadn't tired of Mizoshi. Usually, after his conquests, he began searching anew for a change of scenery. Except, this one was different. Everything was different.
Originally, kindness was a necessity used to gain Mizoshi's trust. Now, he couldn't seem to cease this mannerism around her. What was it about this woman? Essentially, she was useless. She had shown no signs of rare powers from her father's phoenix demon birthright. She didn't earn her keep. She didn't help with any chores or prepare her own meals, although, it's not as if he ordered her to do so.
There was something happening inside him, and Naraku didn't much care for it. In fact, he loathed it. This damned human heart. Sometimes, it acted of its own accord. He hated any reaction or emotion he himself couldn't control. What could the elusive thing uncoiling inside him be? Was it l—
Annoyed, he refused to finish the thought. Impossible. Whatever this was, this wasn't affection. It was simply a heady combination of lust and obsession. Mizoshi intrigued him. That was all. And as soon as he tired of her, as soon as the puzzle was solved…
"Naraku," she whispered.
He froze.
"Naraku," she whispered again. Desperately, she reached out towards something. He immediately realized the girl wanted him. Well. How amusing. Most of the opposite sex physically pushed him away. Curiously, he inspected her to see if she was awake, which she wasn't. So. Mizoshi was still calling his name in her slumber. He wondered if she was dreaming of him right this very moment.
Deciding to indulge her, he permitted himself to be "captured." Automatically, she smiled in her sleep. "Naraku," she repeated.
There was a quality in her tone that unnerved him. She sounded like she was saying the name of her long-lost beloved. Good. Let her keep thinking that way. Either way, it'll make matters easier for both of them.
Reluctantly, the exhausted spider closed his eyes. He hated he required so much rest. One more unfortunate byproduct of a human half. Curling his prey to his body, he exhaled deeply. His prey had grown accustomed to his web. The spider-silk was her cozy cocoon. It no longer frightened her. Naraku surmised having the amazingly suicidal Mizoshi stay in his nest a little longer wouldn't endanger the entire household.
Still, the eternal question remained. Would his eternal, voracious hunger devour her anyhow?
Thanks to all who reviewed! You guys are the best:) I tried to do a romantic Naraku scene that was believable, and I think it came out good. GiR, Sesshoumaru will be coming somewhere near the end. Well, the new episodes are off Inuyasha and its back to the repeats. And does anyone else feel Inuyasha is on too damned late on Adult Swim?