Author's Note: This was originally just a one-shot but I decided to make a second chapter since someone requested more. Be warned, this chapter is VERY dark. It's a prequel that shows Kagura's point of view.
If Kagura knew her life would turn out like this, she no doubt would have let Inuyasha's wind scar rip her to pieces. It would be a quick and painful death but at least she would die standing on her feet as a proud woman instead of what she is now.
Slave.
The word is ashes on her tongue. It was a word she always ran away from; it was a title she never wanted, one she rebelled against. In the end, it didn't matter. She was what she was created to be. It was nothing short of naïve foolishness to envision a life more than being Naraku's slave.
Even after everything was over and the dust had settled, Kagura was sure Naraku would kill her for her defiance. She was ready and willing to accept death. Her blood would stain the grass, but her spit would stain Naraku's face. She would be defiant until her very last breath.
After all, she was Naraku's incarnation and Naraku defied everyone he ever came across.
Maybe that was why it was so easy for him to predict her moves. Maybe that was why instead of being embraced by death as she had planned, Kagura was instead made to live. If you could even call it living. Kagura was striped and shackled and chained to the wall of the dungeons of whatever castle Naraku had taken up as his residence. At first, the nudity didn't bother her. Kagura's body was sculpted to perfection with not a single blemish or scar, save for the spider mark on her back.
Regardless of her good looks and perfect body, Naraku never looked at her that way to begin with, so she didn't care to be ashamed, shy, or frightened while nude in his presence. That all changed soon enough, much to Kagura's shock and horror.
It was a day like any other day. Kagura naked and chained, except when Naraku entered, he had a different look in his eye. Kagura had never seen this look before and she knew immediately that she didn't like it. Not that she liked any of Naraku's looks for that matter.
This look was a mix of calculation and something else she couldn't put her name on. He entered with his usual calm grace, predatory red eyes meeting her own, except this time, his eyes strayed further down her form. Kagura couldn't hide the revulsion that instantly took onto her face. In the short time she had walked the Earth, Naraku never showed any interest in sex with her or another person, but the look in his eyes was not lust but… domination.
Kagura instantly spat at his feet. "Don't you dare." She hissed coldly; face scrunched up in anger.
A smile graced his lips. Suddenly, the shackles holding her vanished into thin air but before she could react, a searing pain tore through her body as her hands were sliced off. Kagura immediately let out a cry as she fell to the cold ground face first, unable to catch herself.
Her stumps were gushing blood that pooled around her face and chest as she laid there helplessly. Through the haze of red pain, Naraku leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I created you. Every inch of you, therefore, every part of you is mine to do with as I please. To both give and take away."
"Go to Hell." She gritted out, tears flowing from her red eyes.
Naraku let out a little laugh before gripping her shoulder harshly and flipping her onto her back. Kagura tried to kick him, determined to hurt him even in the smallest of ways.
"Do you want me to take your legs as well?" He asked softly.
Kagura stilled instantly, staring up at him in fear. He moved between her legs and even still Kagura didn't understand what was happening. It was only until he started to remove his clothes that her brain finally comprehended what he had planned for her. Even while she could comprehend it, she still couldn't quite accept it. Surely, he was just trying to scare her? She thought.
Disregarding her pride, Kagura lowered her head a bit and began to beg. "Please Naraku, I-I'm sorry for disobeying you. Please do not do this." A fresh wave of tears entered her eyes at this. Kagura was already afraid of Naraku but this was a fear she never had. A fear she didn't think was possible for her to have.
She was the wind, she could slice men to ribbons and use their corpses to dance to her tune. What did she need to fear of rape? But lying underneath Naraku as he still continued to undress, as his eyes darted between her breasts and nether regions, she felt that fear come to life more than ever.
It took Kagura's brain far too long to comprehend what was about to happen until another searing pain greeted her from down below as Naraku had forced himself inside her in one go. Another cry left her lips, a dreadful mixture of pain and horror at what was happening.
For a moment, Kagura saw white. She couldn't believe it. It seemed almost impossible for this to happen to her. Surely this wasn't real? But the groan from Naraku that seemed to echo in her head was real. The way his hips pushed against hers was real. And the throbbing pulsating lump of flesh she felt moving around inside her was definitely real.
Without thinking and without the use of her hands, Kagura used the next best thing. She shot up quickly, teeth gnashing in an attempt to bite his throat. Her teeth would shred his flesh and she would swallow his blood and feel the metallic red liquid drench her tongue and coat her teeth. She would use the vibrant red to paint her lips and bathe in it.
But Naraku must have predicted that as well as he used one of his hands to grab her throat and slam her back down onto the ground. The blazing fire in Kagura died down as she felt Naraku's fingers tighten around her windpipe, disrupting her airflow. In her last moments of consciousness, she prayed that this would be how she died.
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Kagura woke up and her ruby eyes immediately went to her arms. Releasing a sigh of breath, she realized that she had her hands again. She bent her fingers slowly, wondering if it was all a dream until she looked down below. Between her legs was a disgusting mix of dried blood and Naraku's seed.
Fire bloomed up again in her. She wanted death. Her death, Naraku's death. She just wanted it to be over. She stood up and marched up the stairs. With the last of her innocence taken, Kagura was on the march. She would murder or be murdered but it would all end today.
She found Naraku in the lord's chamber, seated on the floor. She ran straight up to him and tackled him, using her claws and teeth to tear at whatever she could. She didn't think she could win or even would win but none of that mattered. Naraku entertained her for a bit before one of his tentacles shot out and impaled her in the stomach. Her organs were sliced cleanly through. Blood erupted from her lips as she was lifted into the air and then dropped carelessly.
"I admire your fight Kagura, but I have no use of a slave that rebels against me."
"Then kill me, you bastard!" She spat out.
"I will." Naraku smiled cruelly down at her.
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In a strange and twisted way, Kagura had gotten what she wanted. She did in fact die, several times. Being stabbed through the eyes, strangled, having her limbs torn off, and heart burned in a fire. Though the worst death, the one that finally killed both her mind and body was dying in childbirth.
She labored and strained for days as her body was forced to give birth to the disgusting creature Naraku had unwillingly planted inside her. She felt herself tear and the blood quickly gushed out and painted her thighs and pooled beneath her.
As she slowly bled to death, her last vision being of Naraku mockingly holding a deformed demon in his arms, her sanity finally snapped. It seemed the real Kagura died then. The wind sorceress, the fighter, the rebellious demoness. All finally gone into the black void, never to be seen from again.
In her place, a new being was born. An obedient, quiet, but dutiful slave. She never questioned, argued, or showed a hint of defiance. She followed orders and she pleasured her master, as a good slave should. That other woman was a mere phantom, hidden so deep into the recesses of her mind that she sometimes wondered if she was even real or just her imagination. But Kagura didn't dwell on it for too long. Her master was calling, and she stood up to answer his call as she was always meant to.