A small tentative hand pulled the tinted glass windowed door open to the tattoo parlor and a deep nerve steeling sigh gave her go to enter the shop.
Naraku sat on the black leather couch in the front of the shop; his long thickly muscled legs; covered in midnight black denim, were stretched out in front of him with his heavily booted feet crossed at the ankles.
His long wavy hair spilled down around his body like a million black strands of spiders silk; reflecting a dark glow under the dim lights on the ceiling. The heavy muscles of his arms and chest shifted and twitched enticingly with each move he made as he scribbled in the sketchbook in his hand.
A vision of slipping her hands under his blood red tee shirt and gliding her fingers across those rippling muscles ghosted across her mind before his dark eyes locked with her deep browns; causing her to shiver in… fear… anticipation… excitement… all of the above?
Naraku set his sketchbook down on the couch, rose to his feet, and walked towards her. "Right on time. Perfect." He purred darkly as he grabbed her hand; causing her to jerk from the sudden touch. He grinned maliciously and led her down the hall to a small room in the back.
Kagome eyed the room expecting it to be blazing white under bright luminescent bulbs and to her surprise it was dimly lit with several large black candles placed in various areas of the room. In the center of the room was a cushioned table with arm sections stuck slightly out to the side with hand grips at the ends. Down at the other end it V'd out slightly for the legs and up at the top was a cushioned circle for your face to rest in. The table in general didn't bother her; what did was the long lengths of Velcro straps hanging from the sides of the table. Two for each arm, three for each leg, four for the back, and one for the head.
He didn't really expect her to lie down on that… did he? She quickly cut wide fearful eyes up his dark face with every intention of turning tail and running out of the building.
Naraku caught her by the wrist. "You made your decision do not back out of it now." He ordered as he pulled her in closer to the table. "Which matters more to you? Spending the rest of your life as nothing or becoming something more than you are?" He spun her around so that she was facing the table fully and pressed her back tightly against his chest. His left hand locked tightly onto her hip as his right hand slid up to her neck and pressed her back against him so that he could place his lips right next to her hear. "Would your precious little characters in those books you love so much cower away from this or would they face it head on?" He whispered deeply.
Kagome thought of Mary I of England and how she was a sickly child yet everything that ever came her way she faced it head on. So much so that by the time she was nine her father had given her her own court. She couldn't even remember what she received for her birthday at the age of nine.
Naraku stroked his fingers around her neck locking on her pulse point and reveling in the feel of her heart pounding madly. "Do you not wish to be like them? To be known as someone; rather than a no one… barely remembered and easily forgotten." He smirked evilly against the shell of her ear.
The razor blade of truth once again cut unmercifully through her lonely heart forcing her throat to clench tightly and tears to fill her eyes. "I want to be remembered." She stated in a choked whisper.
"Then you will do as I tell you." He ordered darkly against her ear. When he felt her head nod he released his hold upon her and spun her to face him. "You will strip down and lie on the table; face down."
Kagome stared up at him for a long moment before two severely quaking hands reached for the buckle of the belt around her waist.
Naraku watched the struggle within and was hard tempted to laugh at the pathetic fight waging in her eyes. When a single silvery tear escaped the corner of her eye; it was his chance to swoop in and give her a small amount of comfort that would help steel her nerves. She had to get past this shame of hers otherwise his plans would most definitely fail. He trailed the back of his finger gently under her eye; wiping the tear away and making a show of flinging it to the floor, while using his other hand to gently caress her neck. "I won't let anything bad happen to you." He whispered gently then brushed his lips against hers. "Trust me."
Her deep browns locked with his dark black and she gave a small nod. "I will trust you." She whispered. The shaking in her hands seemed to die away until it was barely a twittering of her nerves.
Naraku watched intently as she slowly removed her clothing until she was completely naked before him. He had to stare in hidden awe that she was so beautifully shaped and had to wonder how she was able to hide such perfection under those dull listless clothes of hers. Everything about her body was perfectly curved in all the right places, nothing too big or too small, no weird deformities, and not an ounce of fat anywhere he could see. Hell with a body like hers he seriously had to wonder why she acted like such a plain Jane.
Kagome blushed furiously as his deep raven eyes scanned over her body. It was so voyeuristically sinful; the lust she could see in his eyes, she couldn't help but bring her arms up to cover what parts of her body she could.
Large hands closed around small wrists as he pulled her arms from her body. "Iie you will not hide it from me." He growled deep in his chest.
Kagome shivered at the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes. "Um…" She whispered as she cast her head down.
Naraku lightly shook his head; clearing it of the lustful fog. There would be time for admiring her body later; now he needed to get her prepared for Bankotsu. He turned her to face the table and gave her a little push. "Lie down."
Kagome nodded slowly and walked the few feet to the table. As she went down onto the table she shivered slightly at the feel of the cold leather touching her bared skin.
Naraku walked over to her, placed the tips of his fingers on her leg at the base of her calf, and slowly trailed them up the back of her leg, over her bottom, up her back, ending at her neck. He delighted in the shiver she gave off as he grabbed the strap dangling by her upper shoulders and strapped her tightly against the table. He trailed his fingers down her right arm and easily strapped it down with the two straps before grabbing her hand and curling her fingers around the handle.
Kagome closed her eyes and took slow deep breaths trying desperately to calm her racing heart; but with every strap pulled tightly across her body her heart would leap like it was going to explode in her chest. She was stuck here under his mercy as vulnerable as the day she was born; it was not a good feeling.
"Hmm…" Naraku started from her left side. "You didn't remove it." He smirked darkly; although he was actually shocked she had kept it in. He thought for sure that the second she was alone she would have ripped it from her body. He gave her a small pat to her bottom causing the plug to shift and move. He leaned down next to her head and turned it so he could look into her eyes. "You like how it feels; do you not?" The sudden deep crimson her face became was answer enough for him causing him to smirk deeply. He released her head and looked to the door when Bankotsu walked in with a folder in one hand and a small bag in the other.
Kagome didn't bother trying to look to see who had just come in for it was taking all she had to just deal with Naraku's eyes on her; she didn't need to see someone else's eyes devouring her either.
Bankotsu set his bag on the counter and looked to his dark friend. "How much are you going to want done tonight?"
Naraku stared at Kagome's naked form before cutting his eyes up to his friend. "I want it done in three days."
Bankotsu snorted. "Well what you want and what you get are two different things. The quickest I can have it all done is five no later than six days. Now if I used the modern machinery I could have it in three." His deep brown eyes held a small glimmer of hope but knew Naraku didn't want this one done with a machine.
Full lips pressed together tightly as black clashed with deep brown. "Very well." He growled in annoyance. "Get it done as soon as you possibly can and no machines. I want it done the old fashion way." He bit out darkly.
"Fine" Bankotsu said with a shrug of his shoulder and pulled out the first sheet of paper from his folder the plucked a jar of vaseline from his bag.
Kagome gasped when she felt the cold jelly touch her skin then furrowed her brows when she felt strong hands spread it out across the center of her back. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to let them do this to her. Never in a million years would she have thought of getting a tattoo and yet here she was allowing them to put one on her and without even asking her if it was okay if they defiled her body in such a manner. Yet the mere fact that she had allowed him to touch her so familiarly; in public no less, and the fact that she showed up was pretty much giving him permission to do with her as he would.
However she truly had to wonder what she was going to gain from this exactly. She would have a tattoo on her back to show to whom? A story to tell about getting the tattoo; yet who would bother to listen to it? Then again it would be something she always remembered, something she did that wasn't her normal boring routine, a moment when she was the center of attention and not the nameless, faceless, girl walking through life with nothing to show for it.
Bankotsu pulled the carbon paper from her back leaving the black lines of the tattoo behind and eyed them critically to make sure it was exactly in place. He made two copies of every section of the giant spider just in case one came out misaligned; giving him a grand total of twenty-two sheets of carbon paper for this one tattoo. It was going to take forever to get done but if this is what Naraku wanted then who was he to complain. Naraku made sure he was paid and paid well for his work and in the end that was all that really mattered.
Naraku watched as he pulled out the ancient tattooing device with its tapping stick and smirked in wicked pleasure. Not only was a beautiful picture going to be painted on her back but it was going to be done to a rhythmic song from the days of old. He grabbed the bottle of black ink from the drawer and handed it to his friend. "I want you to use this and this alone."
Bankotsu held the bottle of dark liquid up in front of his face then cut slightly widened eyes over to Naraku. When their eyes locked a silent statement passed between them. 'This will kill her.'
Naraku snorted. "Iie; you will use it."
Again he shrugged his shoulder and finished preparing his tools to begin. Once everything was in place where he wanted it he looked at the back of the girl's head. "Now Kagome I will need you to hold as still as possible."
"Okay" Kagome whispered nervously as her fingers tightened around the handgrips in preparation.