Naraku's Koibito- Salutations! I know its been a while, but i wasn't sure bout updating it. Anywho, just a small warning, this chapter contains self-harm. Yep thats right. And another thing...
Kohaku- (looks around)
Naraku- (nothin doin')
Naraku's Koibito-Ahem...
Naraku-...
Naraku' Koibito- sigh (prod prod prod)
Naraku- Grr...
Naraku's Koibito- (prod prod prod)
Naraku- FINE! (Ahem) This chapter is...
Naraku's Koibito- GRR (prod prod prod prod prod)
Naraku- Ok ok! THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO ELEVENTY NINE! happy?
Naraku's Koibito- Very :D Obligitory thank-you's at the end...

Chapter Four.

Kohaku sat upright suddenly, sweat dripping from him. He was shocked and afraid of the dream he just had. Was it subconscious desire?

'No...it can't...I don't want...'

He closed his eyes, still breathing heavily, and silent tears rolled down his face. It must have been around midnight, but he couldn't sleep, not again. He got up, bringing a blanket and went to the door. He opened it and sat outside. He wasn't afraid of being attacked; Naraku's barrier ensured no one got in without his knowing. It was all too much to take. His memories, that...dream.

'I don't want him! He must have placed a curse on me. It's wrong to feel like this! My father must be spinning in his grave! And Sango...I can't betray her! It's insulting to my village's memory!

I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop

He sighed and stood up. He felt like walking, under the guise of patrolling the castle. He picked up his weapon, but it doing to, he managed to slightly cut his fingers on the blade.

'Ah...'

He quickly put his fingers in his mouth to stop the bleeding. And then he realised. For one brief moment, the pain in his fingers had stopped him from thinking about his predicament with Naraku and the murder of his family. Kohaku slowly brought his weapon to his wrist again and sliced lightly along the skin over his veins. He drew a sharp breath. Wait. He had forgotten for another moment. The pain stopped him thinking about the pain before it. Such a sweet release. If he just kept cutting, he wouldn't have to remember anything ever again! He could be free, twisting forever in his own little red liquid world of adrenaline. He sliced again, deeper this time. His head started spinning round, blood gushing out of his wrist, onto the floor and his clothes. He lifted his arms above his head, blood spilling over his face. Still spinning, he started to sing the song that he had listened to with Kagome.

Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill


I want to love you but I better not
Touch (don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison

He started to tip sideways slightly. He felt dizzy and sick. His eyelids felt heavy and they started to droop. He tried to stop his head spinning, but it got worse and he collapsed, the wound on his wrist starting to dry up.

Kohaku woke up suddenly. He still felt slightly light-headed, but it wasn't as bad as before. It was morning. He sat up, clutching his head and looking down at his clothes.

'Shit'

He was still covered in blood. He grabbed another pair of clothes from the wardrobe in his room and changed quickly. Thankfully, none of the blood had stained his skin. The old clothes were no good now, so he ripped the material that wasn't stained into stripped and wrapped it round his wrist. He didn't want to be unprepared if the wounds opened again. Kohaku went outside and dipped the old material in the rain water that had collected in the buckets. Most of the blood came off and he used the wet material to wipe the dried blood off the floor. He then left the sodden rags in the water bucket to soak, in case he needed them again.

He was still confused about one thing though; why had Naraku not wiped his memory? Without it, Naraku would be able to control him, but maybe he wanted Kohaku to suffer with the memories of his fathers demise.

'But, with what happened, it was like he truly cared. He was gentle...'

He sighed and walked back inside, crossing the length of the room and walking down the corridor. He needed to stretch his legs.

Naraku felt drained. Last night had been the night of the renewed cycle and his powers had left him. Fortunately, it had been quite un-eventful. No un wanted visits from that dog runt or that bitch Kikyo. Even though he was tired and a short rest may have brought back some of his strength, he decided to go outside to watch the rest of the sunrise. He enjoyed watching a new morning come in, a new chance. He pushed up the trap door that lead to the upper room. Naraku stepped out of the room and walked along one of the many hallways that his castle had. As he walked, his mind wandered back to his young puppet, his slave. He had no idea why he was thinking of the boy, or why he affected him like this, but for some reason, recently, he didn't like to think of the boy being...sad. He didn't know where this strange enlightenment came from, but he wouldn't put up with it. This heart had ruined enough of his plans as it is! He sighed heavily. He really could have done without this right now.

He wasn't really noticing what he was doing until he walked right in to someone. The latter fell backwards onto the floor.

It was Kohaku. Naraku felt his heart skip a beat. It felt like he hadn't seen him for an eternity. Why was this happening to him?

"Pay more attention to where you are walking, Kohaku."

"Yes Master."

Naraku noticed that Kohaku had strips of material round his wrists and they were slowly turning red.

"Kohaku, why are your wrists..."

Kohaku noticed where he was looking and hastily tried to cover them up. It was too late, however, as Naraku grabbed his wrists and ripped the material off.

"He harms himself?"

Naraku grew angry and advanced towards Kohaku until his back was pressed up against the wall.

"Foolish boy!" He shouted, "You could have died!"

Now it was Kohaku's turn to be angry.

"And what do you care?"

They glared at each other for a while, their anger slowly dissipating. Another emotion was taking over their senses. Naraku looked down at the wrist that was still gripped by his hand. He looked back up at Kohaku, who looked apprehensive.

"What is this feeling..."

Without warning, Naraku did something entirely unexpected, to both Kohaku and himself.

He crashed down on Kohaku's lips with his own, in a strong, passionate kiss.

I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison

Thank you's-
Eleventy Nine- Thank you! This chapter is dedicated 2 you cos you said that Alice Cooper sang Poison. Go you! i'm glad you like this ship too :D i have another if you wannma read it

Sakuri 99 and Lucido- U guys hav reviewed all the way through, thanx! i did warn you about chapter 3...oh, and lucido, no plugs! will read it tho!

Queen Baka- You're damn right i feel special! hope you have a great time in spain! c u in year 11! EVERYONE READ HER STORIES (mwahahaha...O

ok, I dunno when i'm going to update, because i actually have to write chapter 5, i havn't updated a story i'm doing for marina (queen baka) i have some coursework to do and i'm going on holiday twice. I'll update when i can. THANX 4 READING!

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