Argh! I'm not supposed to be doing this, but I am! I have tons of other fanfics to do and yet here I am, story before you, knowing fully well that this fanfic was not supposed to happen because I was supposed to write my other fanfics… oh well. Who cares at the moment, right? I'm actually an advent Sesshoumaru/Kagome fan (if you can guess who I really am, hurray for you! but uh, shh… don't tell anyone okies?), but then I got to thinking, how about Naraku and Kagome? Noone seems to write about them much so I decided, "Hell, why not?" So here you go, Naraku and Kagome for you. Please be gentle to me when you review as I am a very sensitive writer. If you have comments or suggestions, please make them clear and precise and I will do my best to reply back, change or edit it (though I'm not promising anything, just to let you know.) Oh right, enjoy!

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The Demon's Promise

Chapter One

By gumdropz

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Kagome's brother Naraku had been a bit of an enigma when she had first met him, well, he was her step-brother to be more precise. Her mother had remarried after thirteen years of being a widow. Her father died right after she had been born. He had been on his way to hospital as her mother was giving birth to her when he got in a car accident and died immediately. Her mother was a shrine priestess, taking after her father's job as the shrine priest after he had retired. After he died, the shrine fell into turmoil and they couldn't seem to find the funds to support the shrine in any way. One of the regulars who came to the shrine proposed to her mother and she readily accepted so as to escape the increasing debts to back the shrine. The shrine was sold off and Kagome and her mother moved into the house of their new family which was actually a mansion. The husband of her mother and was her new step-father just so happened to be the owner of a very large company that was now spanning overseas.

The first day they had entered the mansion, she remembered how big it was and how old it seemed to be. It had also been the first time that she had met her new step-brother, Naraku. Her mother and she were led to a room where the servants were being introduced to her mother by her new father. Somewhere along the middle of introductions, a loud sound like car door slamming interrupted them and soon, a figure dressed in an expensive black Armani suit came. She held her breath as his long dark wavy locks trailed behind him like whispering cloth. His pale skin was a clear contrast against the black, but his eyes, gods his eyes, they were like two flaming red fireballs

Had he not been stopped by his father as he was arguing with someone over his cell phone and had his two assistants not fled soon after, perhaps he would not have turned his head her way and stare at her with those piercing ruby red eyes of his. They were practically looking down into her soul and froze her on the spot with a fear, like Death coming to gather the dead souls to the afterlife. Perhaps if she had not immediately turned her head down to the ground and instead of fiddling with her hands, had gone up to him and done something, perhaps she would not have become so entranced by him. Despite his dark looking nature, she was in awe. He was a beauty no doubt, handsome and chiseled to perfection and he was to be her brother. She was proud to have one such as he to be related to her, perhaps not by blood, but he would be her brother and she liked the idea of it, because she had wanted another sibling for a long time.

He seemed dumbstruck as he looked her down, but she was too busy thinking of how great it was to have such a cool brother to even notice how his lower body was reacting to her. He quickly excused himself after Kagome spoke her greetings to him. His behavior was strange and the way he suddenly excused himself was even stranger. He seemed like he was in a rush to get somewhere, as if he forgot to turn off the oven or something. Well, no matter. She would see him again at dinner, after dinner, before they went to sleep, tomorrow morning and everyday afterwards because he was her brother. She almost giggled, thoughts of the things they would do together as brother and sister racing across her mind. There was no way he could leave his new sister alone now would he?

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Dinner was a quiet affair. She had taken several looks at her new brother who was blatantly ignoring her. She had found out that he was seven years older than her and was in college and helping his father manage the company, meaning that he was a very well-kept and busy guy. Her hope of beginning a beautiful relationship with her new brother seemed as dismal as the silent meal they were having. He spoke not a word and she was too nervous to say anything to him. He was austere, powerful, dark and regal in his black tux that he had worn to dinner. He looked so handsome in it with his wavy dark hair draped around his shoulders and back. It was commanding and spoke in high volumes that he was not to be disturbed as he ate, but she couldn't help but keep sneaking glances over at his nonchalant form.

"...Kagome?" interrupted the voice of her mother.

She jumped in her seat, tipping her bowl of soup on the expensive black spaghetti strap dress she was wearing for dinner. She grabbed the napkin and began dabbing at her chest. Unfortunately, the soup had slipped down between her breasts as well. Her mother gave her an unapproving look as she laughed sheepishly at her own actions.

"It's quite alright dear. Kagome just had a little accident," her step-father chuckled, "There is a washroom just beyond the doors you came in if you'd like to clean up.. Go down the hall, take the second right, go down until you reach the door on the end, go through and take the first right then a left and another right and you should be there."

What! There were too many directions. She wasn't sure if she could get it right or if she would get lost. She hesitated, but Naraku got up from his seat.

"If it's alright father, I can lead the way for her," Naraku suggested.

Kagome's heart took a leap and she was fascinated with the deepness of her brother's voice. How smooth and sensual it sounded!

"Very well," he replied and Kagome stood up to follow Naraku out of the room.

He led her and she said nothing, but followed and stared at is back. She had the sudden urge to jump on him and let him carry her the rest of the way, but wrapping her legs around his back would be a complication due to the slim dress she was wearing. As she followed him, she realized that he took long strides and she had to practically jog to keep up with him. He was silent and she longed to say something, anything to him. She thought of the many conversations they would have, how he would explain a problem to her on her homework and the small playful arguments they would get into to trick their parents. She was broken out of her reverie when he suddenly stopped and she bumped into his back. She took in his scent and she found it to be pleasant, utterly masculine and soothing. She liked it.

"Are you feeling sick?" he asked her, his voice slightly stressed.

She jumped back a foot. He must have been angry that she was suddenly sniffing him. How stupid of her!

She stammered, cringing a little in fear that he would be angry, her breaths coming out in short pants as she was trying to breathe, "O-oh! I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

He opened the door in front of him turning on the light as well, then turned away from her, ignoring her apology. She looked and realized that they had reached the washroom. She turned around to see him leaning on the wall with his back to her. She chewed on her lip, holding back a sob. She didn't imagine that she could be so stupid, acting as dumb as an idiot on her first day at the mansion. She sighed and went into the washroom, closing the door behind her. She held back the tears that threatened to spill as she lightly wet one of the towels and began dabbing at her chest where the soup had fallen on. She was a weak person. She felt like she didn't belong there at the mansion and when she felt lonely and stupid, she did what she usually did, she cried.

She hadn't meant to cry loudly and hadn't meant to leave the door unlocked, but imagine how surprised she was when the door opened suddenly and she looked up with tearful eyes to see her step-brother looking down at her intensely with those crimson red eyes of his. She thought he was angry at her, for showing weakness in front of him and for being stupid as she was. Instead, he surprised her even more when he closed the door behind him, took her towel and began dabbing at her chest himself. Her cheeks suddenly became hot, flushing with slight embarrassment at their close proximity and where he was helping clean her. His motions were slow and languid, leaving a trail of dampness behind. The cloth moved away from the fabric of her dress to the skin above it. He was slow and soft with the towel.

She became so engrossed in his movements, that she failed to notice where his other hand was resting, slowing sliding down from her shoulder to cup the side of her developing breast through the material of her dress. It was the digging of his fingernails into the exposed skin above the dress' lining that drew her attention to where his hand was presently.

"U-um... Naraku-niisan. Your... your h-hand is..." she trailed off.

He blinked, as if he had just awakened from a trance and moved off from her.

"Hurry up," he told her sharply in that deep voice of his and dropped the towel in her hands.

He left the room and she finished cleaning herself, sniffing a little. Naraku's touch was soothing and it had chased away her tears. For that, she was grateful. Perhaps he wasn't so bad as she was beginning to imagine him to be...

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After she was done, he led her back to the dining room and promptly left without entering. She finished her meal with her mother and step-father before retiring for the night. She needed the help of one of the servants to help her back to her room. The servant was silent as the house and she couldn't help but want to break the silence.

"Ano... What's your name?" she asked the woman leading her.

She stopped and looked behind her shoulder at Kagome. The hallways were dimly lit that she almost mistook the servant's eyes to be brown, but they were red. Her tied up dark hair and red kimino that she wore did more to accentuate her eyes the more Kagome looked.

"Kagura," she replied and continued walking on.

Kagome felt a burst of relief that she answered, hoping that perhaps Kagura would speak more to her in return.

"Ka.Gu.Ra. Kagura," Kagome tried and found that it was a nice name, "Hi Kagura! My name is Kagome!"

Kagura didn't stop and turn this time. She didn't say anything at all, making Kagome feel her hope sink as quick as it came. Perhaps the whole household was just the same...

Kagura showed her to her room and before left, Kagome stopped her with a question.

"Where are my parents and Naraku sleeping?" she asked, curious.

"Your parents sleep in the east wing of the house while you and Naraku-sama sleep here in the west wing. His room is above yours," she answered lazily before bowing and leaving Kagome to herself.

She sighed in defeat. It was no use in making any friends here. Noone wanted to talk to her and her new family just didn't seem to be into her. What was wrong?

She threw those thoughts aside as she slipped out of her still damp dress and took a long bath before she crawled into bed with dripping wet hair. She couldn't use the hair dryer because she had too much hair to dry plus her hair was sensitive and fried easily so she got into the habit of putting towel on her pillow when she went to sleep after a bath.

She tried to sleep, but couldn't. She stayed awake, listening to the sounds of the trees rustle in the wind outside... Only to wake up to the sound of something thumping in the room upstairs. She must have slept for several hours because it was still dark outside.

A muffled sound distracted her from her thoughts. It sounded vaguely familiar to a scream, a scream in which was not in fear nor was it in anger. She had heard that kind of scream before... back when they still had the shrine...

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Flashback...

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It was several months ago, before her mother had agreed to marry her now husband. It was late at night and she couldn't sleep. Usually, she would crawl into bed with her mother if she couldn't sleep, but she was growing up and no longer wanted to do childish things like that anymore and so crept outside without letting her mother know. The moon had been full and the night was a bit chilly in her pajamas but she didn't let that stop her from going out. She went to the Goshinboku tree, the tree that she had grown up with and climbed on since she had been a small child. The tree's leaves rustled in the wind and she closed her eyes and listened to it... only to hear a muffled scream come from the direction of the well.

She was startled, thinking it was a robber, but a faint thumping sound made her curious as to what the noise was. It was coming from the well and she made her way over, noticing as she went closer that the well's door was opened a bit. She came closer and heard sounds resembling pants and more thumping noises. At the door, she peeked inside and held back a gasp.

Inside were two naked people having sex. She didn't need a rocket scientist to tell her what sex looked like because her friends had always sneaked in a tape of porn that they stole from their older siblings or parents when she was over at their houses. She watched in awe as the man drove what appeared to be a huge stick protruding from his two large egg-like sacs hanging between his legs in between the woman's legs as she clung onto the well's rim. The woman moaned and squealed in pleasure as the man grasped tightly onto her hips, thrusting deeper and faster into her.

"More! More! Fuck me hard!" she begged in between pants.

The man reached one hand over and fondled her bouncing breast. He pumped into her hard, panting like a dog would on a hot day.

"Oh yeah... I'll fuck you hard! Take this!" he panted and pounded his length into her.

She screamed, repeatedly. Kagome felt something wet trickle down between her legs and her nipples grow stiff against the fabric of her bra in the cold air. She should have turned away, should have yelled at them for defiling the place with their dirty act, but she found herself not able to turn away as the two began rushing to finish their sex dance.

"Oh! Fuck me more! Harder! Faster!" the woman screamed and the man complied with such speed that made Kagome wonder how his stick didn't fall off from the strength of pushing it into the woman.

She couldn't tear her eyes away when the woman arched her back and screamed loudly as the man pumped into her a couple more times until he grunted loudly and pulled out of her. She saw the viscous liquid dripping between their thighs and felt the wetness between hers grow more. The man turned the woman over and squirted some strange white substance into her breasts and face. She turned to where the liquid was coming from and saw the stick between his legs drenched in that white liquid.and still squirting it out at her as he worked his hands up and down it. The woman moaned in pleasure as the man groaned, both panting still from their workout. She felt her breath become hitched in her throat, making it almost hard for her to breathe, if she could remember how to breathe!

Without a second thought, she suddenly turned and ran back shakily into the house and jumped under her covers. She was trembling, not from the cold, but from what she had just seen. Porn on TV was weird, but seeing the real thing was... She couldn't put her finger on it but it had stirred something inside her, making her feel...

There was a strange pain between her legs, nothing physical, but it was still burning from watching the man and woman. She pressed her legs together to relieve some of the tension. After several minutes, she calmed down a little, but could not stop the images of them having sex out of her mind...

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The muffled scream came again and again for several more time until that and the thumping stopped. After a about ten minutes of silence, she was sure that by now they were asleep.

She remembered that after witnessing the couple having sex, she told nothing to her mother the next morning. Afterwards, on nights that she couldn't sleep, she found that the only way she could sleep was to think of that couple having sex or just sex in general or watching it on the videos that her friends snuck from their elders to her. Good gods! She still could not believe that she had become some sort of pervert! She felt ashamed of the dirty thoughts she conjured up...She should have never gone out that night, because it would screw up things in the future for her.

She fell asleep not too long after...