Deep, Far Too Deep

A/N: I have decided I should continue this story… I don't know why (I swallowed a fly) But I think I'm going to update all of my stories starting from the top, going down! Moving on since I've got a lot of updating to do!

Disc: I OWN NOTHING! ((Anime wise…))

Ch.2 The Darkness in The Light

"Fine, Mi-...Kagome, but what are you doing here, and why have you been crying?" he asked in a sincerely concerned tone of voice as he cupped her cheek in his hand gently an wiped away a lingering tear as he looked deeply into her beautiful black-brown eyes as they danced in the setting sun.

"Maybe...I came to see you..." Kagome said nervously as she too put her hand gently on Naraku's cheek, as his blood-red eyes seemed to glow in the sunset.

"Me?" he blinked curiously as he pulled his hand down from her cheek ever so slowly, she copied the action swiftly, "What ever for?" His voice almost squeaked with his bustling curiosity.

She noticed his getting-higher-pitched voice and giggled.

She had no idea why she had said what she did but she felt it was the right thing to say, then suddenly she perked her head up from it's bashful position; she had been blushing.

Her black dragon was gone!

'Hmm…I think it needs a name…' she thought to herself as she searched around the ever-thinning miasma.

Naraku noticed this, "What are you looking for?" He questioned softly as he looked around, he didn't smell or hear any strange scents.

"My…um…" she paused, "The black dragon…serpent I came here with…" she muttered as she started walking off absently calling out, "C'mere Mister dragon! Where are yoooooouuuuu?"

" 'Mister dragon'…?" Naraku couldn't help chuckling softly, but then pondered, 'I didn't see any demon with her…' He gazed about suspiciously as a sudden, almost creepy presence filled the air, and all fell silent, even Kagome stopped and started walking backwards, back towards Naraku.

Naraku clenched his face in a growl, he knew who was doing this, "KAGURA!" He snarled into the wind and as he was about to fade out to punish his un-loyal servant, he felt a strange, warm sensation press to his blue and red yukata. He looked down to see Kagome's soft body pressed against his own.

"N…Naraku…what…what's that strange presence…it's scary…" She whispered softly, "Not Kagura…the other one…" she shuddered closer to him and he felt his cheeks start to heat up. Then realized she was right, there was some other presence in the air besides his annoying wind-servant. This presence…it was darker, more vile than his own had ever been or will be.

With a strong gust of wind, the dark force seemed to fill the air and almost scratch at your skin with its blood-curdling aura. The scent was so strong Naraku almost gagged, until his scent glands swelled and he recognized the poisonous, vile scent.

"Inuyasha…"he hissed under his breath as the dark, plastered with red figure stood in the direction of which the vile wind had swept, golden eyes now a burning blue and blood-red as the dark priestess of whom Kagome had grown to loathe stood next to him, a vile smirk piercing her lips as in her hands she hand clenched a small, white, and brightly glowing ball with flames dancing around it.

Naraku easily recognized it to be the hanyou's misguided soul.

"Kikyo!" he looked down to see the young miko away from his chest, a dark, pitch-black dragon swirled about her as she picked up her bow and arrow. He looked on in awe of the hatred and malice, never before seen in this human girl, now brimming from her eyes and screeching in her voice as she called out the undead miko's name.

Kagome pulled the bowstring taut as Kikyo clenched tighter Inuyasha's lost soul. Kikyo cackled bitterly like the witch she was, "Go ahead, shoot me! I'll shatter Inuyasha's soul and take him with me!…The human half anyway!"

Kagome froze as she realized her predicament; she then whispered something to her black dragon, which nodded in acceptance and drew back to float at Naraku's side.

Naraku looked up at the dragon, which never let its eyes sway from its beloved mistress.

"…What's she going to do?" Just as Naraku spoke he saw a black light fly through the air and puncture the ravaging, bloodthirsty Inuyasha. The stupefied demon let out almost a cat's caterwaul as the sharp arrow crashed through his chest, not piercing his heart though.

Kikyo stood, bewildered as the soul in her hand wriggled back into it's master's body from her limp hand. Inuyasha's body flickered to life and he let out a groan as he pushed himself up to his hands and knees.

"What…what…what happened?" he slurred faintly as he held his chest wound with his clawed hand, "How did…I'm wounded…get?" Kikyo took this as an advantage moment to simply point at Kagome.

Inuyasha looked at Kagome in disbelief as she towered, bow string still vibrating next to his mortal enemy.

"Ka-Kagome! But…why-- " he was cut off by his own hacking as blood poured out of his mouth and onto the ground, "Bitch…"

Kagome, unmoving emotionally or physically, began lowering her bow, "Never again, Inuyasha. Not-Ever!" she hissed, her tone cold and unsatiated, "Now go."

Inuyasha got the message loud and clear, "I'll…I'll tell the others…" he turned and, leaning nimbly on Kikyo, they began to stagger away.

Naraku watched, eyes brimming with awe as a dark aura surrounded Kagome and the jewels at her neck burned a crimson-blood color. Her skirt grew tainted with the malice and spite she heaved upon Inuyasha; it changed black. Her outfit didn't change, but the aura around her was strong enough to engulf her clothes and change their color-scheme to fit her mood. Her shoes turned black, her green skirt turned black and the green on her neck and wrists turned black, and her eyes-changed the bloody color of her jewel shards as did the white of her shirt and her socks, the red tie on her shirt changed a purple-dark violet color as did the, normally blue tint in her hair.

The black dragon swirled around his befitting black mistress and she smiled sweetly, she was still just as beautiful and in the same cheerful-mood as always, only now-she had powers in the dark arts. And in the art of light.

Naraku watched as she knelt and tickled the dragon and soon two black and white kitsune youkai kits walked up to her hesitantly and she began to cuddle with them. He watched contently as a smile, a genuine smile spread across his lips and he knelt down next to her. She giggled and handed him a kit.

He held the kit delicately and could smell no mother on them; they were orphans. He let the small kit crawl around on his lap, after sitting cross-legged and noticed this one had a bright white spot on its black chest, the rest of it was black, he looked to the other in Kagome's hands and noticed it had reversed features, a white kit with a smudge of black plastered on it's chest.

"Just like us." He and Kagome said at the exact same time.

((A/N: YAY! That was entertaining….what do you think? I'm still not quite sure if I'm gonna bring fluffy into this relationship-It's tempting though!- Hmmm…REVIEW AND I WILL UPDATE!-luv u all!-))