Meekly, she crawled over to him. She wobbled a bit off-balance in the process, which wasn't surprising. The girl was clinically drunk. Honestly, he'd expected her to show more restraint, but this could be fun as well.
"Open your mouth," he ordered softly.
She did so. Smirking to himself, he plopped one of the ripe fruits inside. Naraku watched her savor the taste. Her eyes closed in pleasure. How willing she was.
She'll be even more willing after I'm done with her. No one can escape my control. Ever.
He fed her more of the cherries. It was charming really. Almost like feeding a bird.
When more than half of the porcelain bowl had been demolished, he gently laid it aside. There were more amusements to be had tonight.
Roughly, he captured her face and brought his lips down to hers. Her own lips tasted of the sweetness he had offered her only moments ago. Mizoshi didn't protest. She couldn't, for he was in control now. No woman ever resisted. Stealthily, his hand moved down her neck to her shoulder. This dinner had a purpose, and he was to fulfill it.
Ever so slowly, he let his hands wander down her curves. His kisses grew more passionate. More intense. More needy.
Mizoshi did not reject him. She simply moved her mouth with his. This evoked a smirk from his own mouth. She was entirely under his power.
What happened next was a complete surprise. All at once, the girl slumped against him heavily. Frowning, Naraku stopped his explorings at once. Whatever was the matter?
Raising her chin for examination, he discovered the problem. She had passed out. Apparently the wine was too much for her system.
Naraku sighed in disappointment. What he had intended would have to wait. Stupid girl. Did she have to so inexperienced?
With a heavy sigh, he picked her unconscious body up and laid her in his bed. As a bit of an afterthought, he pulled the covers up to her chest. There. She would sleep in here until morning.
The deed was done. He supposed he should be leaving to pursue more interesting trains of thought, however, he couldn't quite tear his gaze away from her face. The red lip polish had worn away, but it still tinged her mouth a comely hue. Those same lips were parted ever so gently in slumber. Her eyes were closed and her hair had come undone. Upon closer inspection, he saw that Mizoshi had applied pressed rice powder to her cheeks to whiten them. In the candlelight, he swore her features glowed. She looked like such an unnaturally radiant creature. And she was sleeping in his bed. His scent completely covered her. No one else had laid claim to her. By all definitions, she was now his. But why was that beginning to terrify him?
He was no longer disappointed about this turn of events. The matters of the flesh lay forgotten in his mind. He still wanted to pursue his lustful desires, but he could hold off. At this point and time, all he wanted to do was memorize every line of this suicidal wench's face. And the more he did…
What am I doing Sharply, he recoiled. This insignificant girl wouldn't get the best of him. He was still in control. He had to be.
Stomping over to the far side of the room, he slid open the window there. Naraku needed to clear his mind. Cool silver moonlight flooded the room. Akin to a cosmic joke, the wan rays of light converged on Mizoshi's sleeping form. She was glowing even more than she already was. Ethereal.
No. It was sheer coincidence. Nothing more. A coincidence that was becoming more unsettling the longer he looked upon her profile.
Seeking solace, Naraku left the room altogether and walked out onto his private porch; closing the window screen after him.
Tonight was a near failure. Instead of exhibiting control over her, she had exhibited control over him. He would not take this unprecedented event lightly.
The moon mocked him with its brilliance. It was too luminous for him. Too bright. Much like Mizoshi herself.
He preferred the dark. He always had. He would annihilate the stars if he could. Now, Mizoshi's light was pursuing him. No place was safe.
"Shall I take her soul, master?"
Kanna. Kanna was essentially right. Her soul would glow all the more brighter if he could actually use it. And yet…
The moon rose higher.
Sesshoumaru tipped his head up towards the moon. How resplendent it was.
Gracefully, he alighted on top of the cliff; the evening winds blowing the
whiteness of his tresses over his shoulders. What a beautiful night.
Out of the corner of his amber eye, the Lord of Dogs glimpsed the sleeping Rin. Rin had curled up on the cozy contours of Ah-Un's back. Jaken had his own back up against the immense demon. This was to be expected. Jaken did not possess the strength he himself could muster.
Strangely, in these bluish rays, he was thinking of Naraku. For obvious reasons, the deceitful hanyou usually escaped his mind. But now, after meeting his incarnation and then the bastard himself only a short while ago, he couldn't help but wonder what was actually going on in that accursed abode the hell demon called "home." And oddly or not so oddly, both encounters shared the same topic of conversation. This mysterious village girl.
Sesshoumaru felt no pity for this female, but he did not relish her fate. Did she behold the moon as he did now? Or was she locked away, hidden under a pile of chains; used expressly for Naraku's perverse pleasures? If that were the case, why did Kagura want her slain?
He wondered about this village girl. What made her so special in Naraku's eyes? How could she survive in his toxic surroundings for so long? How?
Instantaneously, Sesshoumaru let the matter slip away from his thoughts. He was never the type to obsessively ponder a question he had no answer for.
She must be extraordinarily lucky. Or extraordinarily unlucky
The dog demon fixed his gaze on the moon once more.
Another chapter done! Thanks to all who reviewed! Whew, a Sesshoumaru POV…he's hard to write! Well, I guess I better start practicing since I want to try my hand at a Sesshoumaru-centered fic. I'm still planning ideas, and it might not come out until early fall, but it won't be a romance. No OCs either. Oh, and in this story, there will be nothing between Sess and Mizoshi. He's not falling for her.
I realize this chapter is shorter, but the next one will be longer.
NarakusTwinSister: I see what you mean. A baby would either "make or break" the relationship. In fact, I originally was going on that route, but decided that would seal Mizoshi's fate as just another Mary Sue. (And I think Mizoshi is part Mary Sue already.)
RenegadeMustang: Well, Inuyasha is still around even though he's not mentioned. At least his brother Sesshoumaru still makes his rounds. ;)