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Suitors have come down to Mori and Kyouya- sorry to others who wanted someone else, but I still hope you enjoy the story!
Read and make your vote between the two lucky hotties ;)
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Insanity was a dangerous ploy. In my opinion, it was born from the very roots of the devil himself, seeping into your minds, gaining hold at your last piece of control before taking over and letting loose of all its madness. Yes, Insanity had its ways. Like those ways, I had my moments. Moments where I would succumb to madness, and mind you, it felt anything but welcoming. How many times had I clawed at my own face, how many times had I crawled into a closed space, how many times had I lost every ounce of my somewhat sanity just to relieve into my desires- too many times. Lucky for me, I had Sesshomaru there to shoo it away.
Yeah, lucky.
Two weeks. In just two weeks I was at my limit. Leaving secrecy at my wake, silence laced deep within, I would find myself to a stand-still before the 'Music Room Three' door. Just standing, like a harmless pup lost and forgotten. Only soon to change into a vicious animal, growling and glaring, hissing and snapping at the door. I was caught between the conflicts of contradiction that Sesshomaru had bluntly spoken of. I tried, so many damned times to just reach out for them from afar, but no, I wanted more, I hungered for more, leading me to stand by the door and feel their auras brush so provocatively against mine. It was crazy! I dared not to go inside though, conflict you see. And in those two weeks, I also found a simple yet complicated solution. Out in the academy's yards, where a pool of cherry blossom trees was located, I would settle myself there in pink petal serenity. And by god, thanks to the yellow cattle and their male partner in crime, who spied and stalked from a distance, they furthered my distraction with their annoying chit-chats.
Still, as I seated under the refuge of a cherry blossom tree, blanketed with whispers of idolism, I knew that this wasn't enough. This distraction, as effective as it was the first time, now lacked that power to cease my thoughts running towards the welcoming auras. I sighed, reflecting on my behaviour. A complete mess.
"I would have sought you out when you first arrived, but I decided to observe from the shadows." My torn expression took a sudden change. I was now glaring, obviously irritated by the intrusion.
"I was under the notion you were six-feet under, unfortunately you are still here." The intruder chuckled darkly, looming over my seated figure, his shadow enveloping me fully. Tsk, shadow- how it mocked me. Weary of the audience, I was relieved to find them out of ear-shot.
"Now, now Kagome, don't ruin our fated reunion, I have missed you dearly." I smirked.
"I'd say I missed you too, but I'd be lying, Nekozawa." He hissed.
"Ouch, that hurt." I rolled my eyes.
The Nekozawa's originated from the cat-demon lineage. They were sly creatures, always calculating their next moves, waiting for the right moment before pouncing on their prey. With just one look from their criticising eyes, and they had you entranced, unless you were me or off the dog-clan. They also had a history of isolation, fooling those who made themselves an easy target- for them it was pure pleasure, an entertainment to get by through the long years. I had forgotten all of that until I decided to leave my position to stand and face the demon. Nekozawa Umehito, the only pureblood son of his sires was clad in a black robe with a hood that hazed half of his face in a vague shield, a random cat puppet with a black wig to top it off. I cracked a smile, eyes lighting up with amusement as if remembering something.
"Black-magic club?" No wonder that girl had mistaken me for being in that sort. The man before me was said to have a few screw loose somewhere- but it wasn't like I could talk much. I felt as if I was on the verge myself.
He returned a corrupted smile. "It allows me to draw in my victims as I skin them off their innocence and devour their fear- exciting, no?"
"And here I thought you felines' despised magic." He feigned innocence.
"You must have mistaken me with Kirimi."
"The human daughter? Irony seems to follow you. Adopting a child who frights away from black magic and cats. Irony indeed."
He ignored me. "Funny isn't it? To take refuge under your own creations only to be found in conflict…"
I snickered. "And you would know?"
"Of course, I created this miserable character, did I not? I am able to feast upon my victims under the use of black-magic, which as you have said, we felines despise so much. Bam, conflict."
He had silenced my oncoming retort. He spoke in a tone as if he knew my current predicament. I was sensitive to others, either than Sesshomaru, knowing anything closely related to this matter. The look in his blue orbs provoked me to do things I could not freely do in this time. Growling, I snapped my teeth at him before taking a step passed him and leaving without another word or glance.
"A word of advice, Kagome," I stopped. I cursed. "Our very nature is to toy with our victims, a way to pass time, surely that would deny any kind of attachments." Hands balled into fists in anger, I looked up to avert my eyes away from anything that was close enough to destroy, and coincidently, against one of the windows of the building, those who had generously haunted me were plastered against the glass staring right at me. Nekozawa's words played like a broken record in my mind, tasting the idea, all the while my eyes never strayed from them. I sneered, forcing my eyes away and onto the destination ahead of me. From a distance I heard his semi-trap in motion.
"AH! Bri-bri-BRIGHT!" His keepers were with him soon enough, fussing over his health for being exposed to the light.
Deny any kind of attachments, yes. I had my own beasts to please. I won't feel a thing because there won't be a thing to feel. I would be just playing around till I got what I wanted and left without a second thought. Yes. That was exactly it. I could still pretend. I could still fabricate. I would be just spicing it up with…fun. Yes…yes…..yes…
There would be no reason to run away, there would be no reason to hide and isolate. I could very much steal, take and take and take and never give. It could work out in the end. It would go in my favour. After all, they were just humans. They were birthed for my entertainment.
Grinning very much like the mad hatter, I could not wait any more than second for the day to end. Today, I will set my trap. I will pluck them apart, one by one. The hunt had begun.
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I had instincts, animal instincts to be exact. And I had Sesshomaru's intuition. When it came to hunting, the chase was the most important part. There was no thrill like a good chase to sate your beastly needs. They were carnal beings, lurking in the shadows of day and night, testing and teasing, howling in pleasure just to irk their victim- they were obscure and I had the honour of being taught the ways of the hunt. It was sinister and grievingly satisfying. To swallow their scrumptious screams, their sweet, sweet fear rolling off in powerful waves, to melt them into nothingness and drink with each gulp.
Souh Tamaki, Ootori Kyouya, Hitachiin Kaoru, Hitachiin Hikaru, Haninozuka Mitukuni and Morinozuka Takashi.
I will eat you. I will eat you all, and eat and eat and eat, one by one so that you can feel. And you will like it. That wondrous pain, deliciously sickening. I will corrupt your very being, darken your soul and feed my own. I will paint you crimson with desire and destruction. I will make you want me. I will make you seek me out. And in the end, I will steal your very essence. I will steal that happiness you give out so freely.
I shuddered at my own thoughts. Groaning, my eyes rolled back as I pictured them begging, producing helpless cries. My eyes darkened with lust. Gazing longingly towards the clock, I counted the minutes, every second till the day was over. The Hitachiin twin's bored aura washed over mine. I growled subtly, watching the second hand ticking a second at a time, slowly and slowly. Soon, the bell rang and I was the first one out of the class. Before the hallways were populated, I gathered miko-ki into my feet and disappeared in the blink of an eye, only to stand before the door to 'Music Room Three' that suddenly looked oh so fragile. I reached my aura out and into the room, no one was there. It was perfect, too perfect. With confident hands, I twisted the golden knob and gave it a slight push.
Darkness.
I grimaced. Walking in, I closed the door shut before searching the walls for the light. It did not take that long. The room looked just as it did when I caught a glimpse of it. Pillars were located and random, yet calculated places, Dark burgundy curtains with window cushion seats, round tables placed neatly and spaciously around the room with designed chairs and in the middle, burgundy couches and a scratch-free coffee-table. A host club for the rich. I smiled darkly. They really did have too much time in their hands. Taking a long sniff, I shivered at their vague scent that still lingered in the room under the heavy air of woman's perfume. None-the-less, it was still there and affected me strongly. Striding towards the centre couches; I loosened my tie, unbuttoned three buttons for excessive cleavage and plopped down with an evil grin. I closed my eyes, waiting patiently, the memory of meeting the twin's playing before me to pass time. It was then I was reminded of the last member of the host club. Haruhi. I had forgotten about her. Her aura was calm, innocent, child-like. How could someone like her leave my memo-
"Mummy! What am I going to do? She stole my light! Those cruel, cruel princesses are still talking about her." I smirked. Suoh Tamaki. He was bright, too bright. He seemed the type to be swayed easily, saddened with just a word, happy with just a touch, a dramatic prince who sought out for his princesses happiness- dramatically honourable.
"According to the reports, our customer statistics has dropped down by two percentages. From what I found, they all seemed to be following Taisho Kagome, whether she is aware of it or not." Ootori Kyouya. Now he was a treat. He was dark and hazy, mysterious yet undeniably cunning- a treat indeed.
The door opened. "My loyal-" The sharp intake of breath. "It's her!" Tamaki screamed, scrambling behind Kyouya, peeking once in a while to glare. I smirked. Such a strange creature he was. I bit back on my tongue, nails digging inside the palm of hands as I dismissed the urge to spring in a suggestive series of actions. Kyouya pushed up his glass with a forefinger right in the middle of the frames. He smiled, his dark hues gleaming wickedly.
"So it is." Was all he said, unfazed by my presence. I could almost moan out loudly and do unspeakable things with him. Tamaki, with sudden confidence, stepped out running a hand through his blonde mane.
"Kyouya." He exclaimed, smiling enthusiastically. I cocked up a brow enjoying this greatly. Said man straightened his clipboard before moving into a biography, my biography.
"Taisho Kagome, only heir to the Taisho Corp, founder Taisho Sesshomaru. Age 16, home-schooled till now, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, sword, archery, and nothing more." Tamaki nodded before twirling is way towards me. Just like our first meeting, he picked me up and wrapped me into his arms, a finger tilting my chin upwards.
"Forgive me, princess, for I had failed you once before. Today, I will bask you in my arms and never let go." And just like then, I reached my arms around him bringing him closer.
"Is bask me in your arms all you do? Dare to do more?" I purred out heaving breathlessly as I pushed my body further into his, moulding in perfectly. Beyond him, I locked eyes with Kyouya. He was squirming in his deceptive wicked appearance. I growled lowly, when Tamaki made no move to back away despite his hold loosening. His breath laboured, knees weakening under my spell-bound hold. Kyouya, unable to tear his eyes away, shook with need.
Plunging my nose into Tamaki's neck as I kept my eyes on Kyouya, I began my light ministrations. Sniffing and licking, with occasional nips and the final blow that made the man in my grasp tremble. I held back a laugh. With a last nip, I forced myself away from the blonde prince. His eyes followed my every move, but his body did not respond. I winked at him with a promise to return as I moved passed him. Coming to Kyouya in a slow sensual pace, I dipped a finger into my mouth, sucking and licking with experience- this was something for them to remember me by. I will have them crawling to me. Unable to hold down my excitement, I made haste to leave only to have the missing members enter. Growling, my needy eyes searched the two members I had not the pleasure to interact with.
"You're next." I whispered into the eerie air before making a sharp turn and out of their sight. Glad to witness the widened eyes of Mori and the innocent shock of Honey.
With quickened speed, I failed to notice that Sesshomaru was not at the gate waiting for me for our run back home, nor did I notice that a sleek black limo was waiting for my arrival; my mind was delved within havoc. A hunt took time. It needed a slow steady lead. With my greed, I had to force myself out, and in result, I failed to notice that I was slipping from my somewhat sanity…
Breaking the silence of Sesshomaru and my home with the slam of the main door, I was still ignorant of my surroundings. That was until I found a note.
This Sesshomaru has left on an abrupt business trip- in three days this Sesshomaru shall return.
Darkness reigned.
I couldn't help it. I just had to put someone in their who was of demon line, and who better than Nekozawa himself. I mean, he's dark and hardly no one is in his club either than him (I think...) so I had to use that fact and put it into good use.
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