MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! hehe
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ShadowFoxMoon: I understand your confusion, really I do. But, keep in mind what happens every chapter is a somewhat aspect of Kagome we learn about.
With her being lustful, to my understanding, and which I have come to know that is known in general, between demons 'hunting' is either, 'go eat' or 'hunting' as in 'I am going to chase you, tease you, play a little and then eat you' which can be interpreted in any way whatsoever. I interpreted to be lustful, and seductive. I think, in my opinion, it gives her in this story, a much more complex situation to work with. So that in the end, the story isn't, what I would say, plain, you know? Also, I wouldn't say she's entirely depressed, she may appear like that, but she's rather sadistic and masochist, wrapped in a world where she hurts herself for being the 'lonely' one. Also, this lustful thing brings me back to my point where you have to keep in mind the aspects of Kagome. She's a contradiction, one minute she can be gloomy and the next she's lusty. Basically, she's a bipolar-broad with issues.
WARNING! GUYS! PLEASE KEEP IN MIND WHAT WE LEARN ABOUT KAGOME IN EVERY CHAPTER BECAUSE IT WILL BE REFERRED TO IN OTHER RANDOM CHAPTERS! AND I WILL NOT FOLLOW THE NORMAL SEQUENCE OF THE OURAN PLOT, BUT USE JUMBLE THEM UP AND CREATE MY OWN!
By the way, I apologise for any grammatical mistakes, I had no time to proof and edit, hehe .
I called it the Black Abyss of Madness. It was a suiting name. The act of delving into a deep chasm, lost in a world of letting go of every emotion, of every single aspect of life and just giving in. That was the Black Abyss of Madness. It was Kagome's abyss. My abyss. Crawling at the back of my mind, waiting for me to make the smallest, most single mistake to dig through the hidden crevices in search for such strawberry bruises it craved like a baby for its first taste of milk. That was the abyss; a dark solace like a ribbon untied, dilapidated, red with not blood, but my own vicious sins.
Like every other flaw in my eternal life, it was my own creation waiting to rein control and have its way. I was a sick, sick person because I welcomed it with open arms, taking pleasure of my own pain, enduring as much as I could before it was all stripped away from me. It was my own secret. Even from Sesshomaru. Then again, Sesshomaru probably knew it all. He was just as aware as I was. However…
Soon…it will be time.
Soon….
"What are you incompetent fools doing?" My eyes snapped open at the sudden loud intrusion of Jaken's raspy scream. His little feet waddled closer and closer before it stopped before me, his eyes widened, lips ajar, body trembling with utmost panic. I stared back with a bored expression ignoring the fidgeting and fussing maids who were desperately try to get me to talk. I dismissed the maids with a nod, consciously crumpling the piece of paper that still lingered in the dangers of my palms.
"Jaken." I said with a certain tone. He squeaked. "Sesshomaru, where is he?" I asked even though knowing he was no longer in our area, probably somewhere far, far away. Hesitant at first, he replied eventually.
"He left, Milady. I presumed he left a note for you. I apologise, I wasn't aware you did not know." Nodding, I looked out the window from my position in the guest lounge area. The sun was nowhere to be found through the dull clouds and the forest surrounding our mansion was blazed with life. My eyes narrowed.
"What time is it?" Jaken picked out a pocket watch from his little pouch. His bulgy eyes squinted as he read the numbers.
"It is a little after six, milady." He said before muttering extra affirmations just in case. "In the morning." I sighed, quite glad that I was not late for todays 'enlightening' lesson at school. With a wave of my hand Jaken left, leaving me alone with the creased note.
The early academy hall was engulfed in stilled silence. It came to me as a shock. Usually, the yellow cattle's would go around doing what they did best, giggling dramatically with pointless chatter. Yet, as quite as it were, their lingering happiness was delved deeply into the walls. They hear everything, feel everything. Their soft whispers haunted the hallways, every corridor, even humans if they believe it so. The eerie sting of their hushed whispers touched my aura shooting a shiver down my spine. On instinct, I created a barrier to block off any unwanted supernatural contact. As much as their manipulated thoughts begged to join my own malicious endeavours, I did not appreciate the offspring of others, my darkness was my own and it shall remain my own. The demons inside the jewel enjoyed what I tainted so willingly, not what was already stained. Like I said, I was the jewel itself; I must feed my own greed, and as for purity, it came just as naturally. I had always wondered why I had not become a dark-miko, always seeking what is not the likes of what is bright and joy, a simple sin to my own kind. Sesshomaru had said that I had not committed anything evil of nature. That it was just me following a widened path to destruction. Did he not know that that only excited me more? Just as excited I was now to feel the prick of a particular aura against my barrier. A fighter's aura trapped an innocent shell.
Who knew the ungodly hours of the morning could bring forth some 'fun'?
I smirked followed by a gasp of surprise as I turned right at a corner. "Arghhh!" What looked like a boy no older than a child shrieked, clutching onto his bunny for dear life? I smiled, dropping to my knees as I placed a hand on top of his breezy blonde coiffure. If I had heard correctly, he was referred to as Honey. Interesting, yet suiting name.
"I'm sorry, I had not expected to-"
"Ka-Ka-Kagome!" I narrowed my eyes for only a second before opening it wide.
"So you know me?" I said, cocking my head to the side. He nodded vigorously before yelping in pain and clutching his right cheek with a small pout playing on his lips.
My smile dared to smirk, but I held it off. "Does your teeth hurt?" I chuckled. Shaking his head no, he stumbled back muttering a series of 'no' and 'I'm fine'. Another aura pricked at my senses, this time I could not hold off my smirk. The seemingly child before me bumped into a pair of strong legs hidden underneath the men's uniform pants. My eyes brightened with amusement. They called him Mori.
"Mitsukuni." Mori said sternly as I stood up from my demeaning pose. His eyes never strayed from the stammering 'child' as he held his pained cheek, head bowed down, tears threatening to fall, and explained his 'to no avail' cause. Taking in the new comers' form, I let my blue hues travel from the crown of his head to the tip of his polished shoes. Another fighter. If his well-built body didn't give it away, his dark tanned skin should have been a good enough hint, I suppose. Unconsciously I ran the tip of my tongue from the top of my lip to the bottom.
"Takashi…I...I…I was just talking to Kagome…she…um…waaahhhhh!" Honey wailed. His bunny hung loosely in his right hand while the other rubbed his eyes. He sniffed once. Twice. Thrice.
"You dropped your bandage." Mori retorted calmly. I watched the scene unfold with critical eyes. Honey growled lowly before snatching the white sling that had a professional tied bow to it. Said man stomped off in a direction I knew too well. I looked back to Mori; his eye had yet to acknowledge me. Even so, he had given me a chance to take him in in more detail.
Despite his calm appearance, his aura was in ruins. He reminded me of myself. The outer layer that gave nothing away, but the inner was caught in an endless battle. His loyalty to Honey burned with an eternal fire, his protectiveness was like an Inu's pack, an affection that ran deep into his veins and blood stream. Delectable. Absolutely divine. Clucking my tongue to catch his attention, I smiled knowingly.
"Hurting yourself over something that is not your fault, a fool you are." And so was I a fool too; passing advice that I, myself could not follow. A typical hypocrite. We all were. Always will be. Mori said nothing, instead he scrutinized me with his dark orbs. His lips thinned. He gave a short nod before passing by without a second glace. My lips twitched into a sinister curve.
"Taisho Kagome, it was a pleasure to cross your path, Mori-sempai." I could feel his form stiffen, just a few steps behind me. So close. "If I may, I am very skilled in healing. I'm sure Honey-sempai would love to go back to devouring sweets, so I have heard." It was true. All my information came from the gossiping cattle's. Who needed Jaken or a top detective, when you had a flock of yellow cows doing exactly what you wanted. Coincidently convenient.
Mori had yet to reply. "No?" I questioned with a raised brow even if he could not witness it. "Suit yourself." I made a step to leave. His aura flared with uncertainty, hesitant. I closed my eyes and let his emotions run over me.
I didn't get very far. "Wait," Mori whispered loud enough for me to hear. He paused as if contemplating his decision. "He's got cavity. I forgot to make him brush his teeth…twice and because of my mistake, he is hurting." I almost winced. Not of his depressed tone, or the saddened soul, no, I almost winced at the fact how absurd it sounded when he voiced his reason. Holding back a snort, I turned towards him and nodded.
"Please, lead the way." I said, knowing exactly where Honey was. His seeping aura was hard to miss.
As we walked towards their usual host room, Mori made no attempts of small talk. It was enough to say he wasn't much for words, much like Sesshomaru, only he didn't hold an air that screamed for attention or warned near death if gave the wrong impression. Mori was just as interesting as Kyouya. Mysterious, even reading once aura wasn't anything to go by. You knew what they felt, but why? Why? That mattered the most. Much like Bertold Brecht, a German playwright famous for being an influential theatre practitioner; he foretold the ending and left the audience thinking why it had come to that. An enigma of all things, really.
"We're here." Mori's deep voice broke me out of my thoughts. I looked upon the door I was so dearly accustomed to. Raising a brow at his hesitating hands, I pushed forward and opened the door, taking his shocked emotion as I passed. For someone who barely showed emotion, he sure did feel a lot.
Honey was currently balled up in a fragile position on the burgundy couches holding onto his bunny, sniffing every given second. Either he didn't know we were standing before him or he ignored us. I motioned for Mori to step outside. He refused with a hardened look. I glared urging not to smirk when his fear spiked. Right now was my chance for a one on one with the sweet, little, Honey. His fragility was begging me to take. Mori stepped out and with the soft thud of the door closing; I was standing next to Honey's cowering figure.
"You poor baby." I cooed, seating myself next to him as I laid a hand on his hair, giving it light pat. There was something about this senior that struck a familiar cord. Shaking the thought away, I gave Honey my undivided attention.
"Takashi is so mean, he won't let me eat cake! My teeth is fine! It really is!" I was caught in a sadistic moment. Honey, as much as he was trying to convince me, it was rather him convincing himself. I laughed. Honey peered at me from under his arms with tearful eyes.
"Why are you laughing?" He whined, pouting. I picked him up having him face me, eye to eye. I criticised his damsel look.
"Such a naïve little thing you are, aren't you?" He shook his head in retaliation.
"I am not naive!" I smirked.
"Oh but you are, Honey-sempai. Surely you have noticed how Mori-sempai seems to be in pain for allowing a mere cavity take over your sweet tooth."
"Pain? He's not in pain! I am! He's being a big meanie!"
"Oh Honey-sempai, he's doing this for your own good, but at the same time, he is hurting himself because he is hurting you. At this moment, he despises himself. Now can you really be mad at him for that?" I gave him a sad little pout, teasing him for being an oblivious fool, but as a oblivious fool, he thought my pout came from worry.
Honey gasped. "But…I…Takashi!" he broke off into another fit of crying fit, hauling himself off the couch and calling out his keepers name. I wiped the smirk off my face just in time for Mori to enter. He was torn between emotions, lost in what to do as he looked upon my understanding features and something akin to admiration crossed his eyes. I drowned my laughter by taking a deep breath. This was too easy, far too easy.
While the two were busy burying themselves in their own despair, out of their line of sight, I used a bit of my pure energy to form a small ball with healing properties. I called over Honey, not feeling an ounce of guilt for separating their emotional moment, and I thrust the edible ball into his mouth having him swallow immediately. His eyes widened at the sudden attack. I smiled, explaining how it would increase the healing process of his cavity. Amazed and awed, he launched his small body into my lap. I bit my lip at the contact, my body numbing to his overpowering innocence. The sensation to have his aura so close had me sighing in content as I brushed my fingers through his hair for comfort. With gritted teeth I hissed already feeling the joining of his aura with my energy ball. It was beautiful. His brightened soul nestled my seed that would eventually grow and grow, feeding on his happiness, sullying his childish whims and in time, I will steal it away, right under their very own nose.
"Mitsukuni." Mori interrupted with a stern voice. He looked at Honey disapprovingly as he cast a glance of concern towards me. My eyes dropped invitingly. Subtly I hit a pressure point on Honey's neck, throwing him into sudden slumber.
I prayed for Mori not to feel suspicious. "It does not matter, but, would you mind picking him up, it seems Honey-sempai has fallen asleep." Eyes widened for a mere second, he was by side the next, bending down to gather Honey in his arms. I smirked. His hands brushed against my lap none too lightly as his face was drawn inches away from mine. As if realising his close proximity, his face reddened in an unbecoming blush. My eyes dropped towards his lips as I licked my own, gazing back into his dark eyes.
"What's the matter, Mori-sempai? You look like a deer caught in a headlight." An audible gulp and a shudder later, he straightened up with a limp Honey in his arms, lightly snoring away.
I stood and faced him with a smile. "Poor Honey-sempai, he must have been really tired." Mori nodded. He was unsure of what to say, still caught in the embarrassment of being so close to me. I titled my head to the side with a questioning look and his blush deepened. Wanting to further my light teasing, my senses caught on two mischief auras. I smile widened.
"We have company, ne Mori-sempai?" I said as my eyes flickered to the entrance of the music room.
Mori began. "I didn't hear-"
"Ah! Mori-sempai!" The twins exclaimed followed by a pause as they saw me. They looked at each other with an obvious glint. I rolled my eyes. "Kagome, what a coincidence to have you here." They both danced their way over to me taking my hands into theirs as they passed a somewhat knowing glance towards Mori and then to me.
Hikaru leaned in close. "You just can't-" Kaoru wrapped an arm around my waist. "Stay away-" And then the finale. "Can you? Ka-go-me?" I raised a brow. It took time getting used to their way of speaking, but it was cunningly addictive. I stepped out of their hold, instead letting my fingers hold on to each of their chin and drawing them nearer to mine.
"Does it seem so?" They nodded, caught off guard by the sudden boldness. "Well then, I suppose you're right. After all, I might not wear the horrid yellow dress, but I am a woman at heart. Maybe you have all captured my wondering heart and I have come back to claim it?"
Kaoru hissed, his aura tentatively brushing mine. Hikaru must have taken it the wrong way, because he left my grasp and tended to Kaoru, displaying an act of brotherly love, mainly more than just brotherly love. I stifled my laughter by biting down on my lower lip. Looking towards the clock, it was twenty minutes before class would start. Time really did pass by when you had fun. Nodding towards Mori, not bothering about the still acting twins, I made my leave.
"I would love to come by for a more…private experience." The twin's hushed words covered my whispers as I walked the halls to my homeroom class.
Throughout the day, during breaks, I spend my time with Nekozawa in his Black Magic club room. Upon my entrance he enticed himself into a sad excuse of joy as he explained the magical affairs when taking part in a dangerous act- dark magic. It was interesting. I won't deny that. To learn the secrets of witches and sorcerers, their sinful ways, it was quite entrapping. I was stunned to silence and how many ways these dark beings worshiped the devil, their sacrifices ranging from animal blood to human babies- to be surrounded such evil antiques, I was nearly floored with possession. Still I endured it. I had endured the spells, the foreseeing tarot cards, and the obsessed Nekozawa. I watched him take in his victims. Rushing them inside, cowering from the light, asking them what they desired from the club, and they would daringly answer. He was just as sick as I was. He had them sit and close their eyes as he felt, whispering his fingers over their exposed flesh, all over the clothed areas until it rested snugly against their necks. Every now and then, he would cast me a playful glance with a twisted grin as he leaned down and whispered sweet, darkened words, and they would sway breathlessly, trembling with arousal and Nekozawa, conniving Nekozawa, hushed them with a kiss that drew blood and had them gone before they could respond.
He made me restless. Agitated. As much as I enjoyed seeing the act of a demon's sadistic consumption, at some point, it had reminded me of my own feed. Had me pondering, was I going to prolong my hunt? Was I going to play till I was at my limit? Fear and need was an exquisite taste to the tongue, it was tangy and zesty, a howling taste, much like a demon's touch to a human. Should I wait? Or should I not?
"You do know club activities are over, right?" Nekozawa commented as he lazily took of his robe and wig, smirking at me with his fangs poking out. I snarled at him.
By the time I reached the host club, it was already cleared of customers. Opening the door without hesitation, I stepped inside letting the door shut with a soft thud- I froze. The air was thick with happiness and love. Their auras covered every inch of the room. My body, my mind, my everything hazed. Their so called 'King' screamed processing into a series of unusual behaviour as he told the tales of how I had taken away his 'beauties' and then sated himself in a corner with an aura of pure agony. His antics fell on deaf ears and blinded sight. All I could see was their soul.
"Kagome…" Haruhi whispered as she took an unknowing step towards me. I eyed her critically, watching her every move before she was stopped by the twins, who smirked.
"Come to spoil the King, Kagome?" shaking my head, I took a seat on the nearest chair. Feeling Kyouya pushing up on his glasses, he opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a blur of blonde.
"Kagome! My tooth is fine! I can eat sweets! Thank you! You are my hero! Hero! Hero! HERO!" Honey sang as he twirled around me with his bunny, before hugging me. I gnashed my teeth together from growling. Honey let go off me and went back to eating sweets. The others continued staring.
Kyouya cleared his throat. "Club is over, Tai-"
"Please," I said mindlessly. "Call me Kagome." My eyes narrowed as I stared at them. They were producing so much emotions, their aura was encased within the room, igniting a furious fire. My breath laboured as my vision clouded. What was happening?
I could barely see their lips moving, their gestures slowed in motion, their expressions lost in the haze. My being was on fire. My mind was being penetrated. I felt it shatter into little tiny pieces, crackling under pressure. This was not supposed to happen! I was supposed to come here and watch them. I was supposed to just observe and then plan. Plan like Nekozawa planned his every move. This was supposed to be a strategic opportunity. To see first-hand what I was going up against, to create barriers so that I may never cross a line that would foretell my failure. They were just humans, but even humans were dangerous. Their very aura's could drop me to my knees. And at that moment, I truly felt it. I was shaking, albeit lightly, I was still shaking. I was going in and out of conscious.
And then I remembered. I remembered the familiar cord that had been struck. This had happened before. Not only that, the people in this host was so familiar. The sweet-tooth senior who resembled, in personality, of a personal companion and his keeper, who dared to act as the monk in depression. To me, they were the before and after of the betrayal. My heart slowed. They flashed before my eyes.
Shippou, my dearly fox kit, he was so hurt with the betrayal of Inuyasha and Sango. He was torn and struck with shock, only to take a killing a blow for me. How foolish. I knew I couldn't die even if Inuyasha plunged his rusty sword into my heart, but did Shippou know? No, he didn't know? What he knew was that he was going to watch his dying 'mother' if he had not moved from his safe spot. A child, barely of demon age, made a sacrifice and chose to die in place of me. And what did I do? Oh I laughed. I laughed to my heart's content, because even then, I was lost into my first step of madness. I watched him fall by the blade that had protected me so many times, and I laughed. I had gripped that blade and mercilessly pulled it out of the screaming kit and killed Inuyasha. Purifying his being into ashes, a mutt that was meant to be the dirt beneath my shoes.
Then had come Miroku. He was so distraught, he had fallen into depression. Neither smiling nor speaking. He was isolated and eventually committed a brutal suicide. He used his own staff and stabbed himself, right into the junction of his neck. Why? Because I had ended precious Sango. He was ready to forgive, ready to talk it out, but I had cut in so ruthlessly and snapped her neck without a care. Why? Because I was wronged. The Shikon-Miko was wronged and she shall take her retribution.
Kagome, Kagome
Sudden voices brought me back to the hazed reality. They still hadn't noticed my imbecilic stare. I growled menacingly before running out the door.
Where do you run off too?
Rushing into the forest, I howled in despair as I ran into branches and trees, tripping and falling, ignoring the cuts and scratches that bleed profoundly.
I am here. Come to me, Kagome, I will open your eyes to the hell beyond.
I crashed against a broken branch, its sharp edge embedding itself into my shoulder. Gasping, a hoarse scream erupted from my bruised lips. I gritted my teeth and pulled out my shoulder, the sound blood gushing out and the quenching tissues entered my ears. I shivered. I continued my hasty run back to the manor.
I welcome you once again, my sweet raven, the Black Abyss as come forth much, much stronger
They continued. Their voices thrust into my mindscape. The manor came into view and jumped in through the windows finding enough strength to enjoy the shattering sound of pieces of glass as it hit against the hard tile floor and some onto my exposed flesh. Servants and maids came rushing in, screaming at my broken state. Jaken had come running along, his words of anger caught in the midst of his throat and tongue. I chuckled at their gaping faces.
I am your darkness, your only darkness
They were now singing. They used a tune that was meant of beautiful melodies, a tune that was meant of cherry goodness. Twisted. They were all twisted. Just like me.
I'll make you cry when skies are red
Their chants were getting louder. My vision blurred and I was thrust into the walls of a deadly place. They were true to their words. They were showing me a place beyond hell, stronger than before. My black abyss was no longer just black. Red was seeping, dropping from every corner. The ground beneath me shook with great might. I stumbled and fell onto my dearie
I'll have you know dear, how much I hate you
I will take your sunshine away
Laughter. I heard laughter. I felt the red take over my arms and legs. They were stretching, trying to tear me apart limb to limb. I screamed to no one.
The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I was bathing in your blood
A red strip looped around my neck, pulling it backwards. My shouts were stifled as I gurgled them out. It was all useless.
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken
so I gnashed my teeth and cried
Then he came. He came to me with a vicious growl, his claws flexing suggestively. He looked just as he did before his last breath. Slashed, painted with oozing blood, beaten. He opened his arms wide and I was flown towards him. I looked up. His dark figure towering over my squirming form.
Naraku.
You trapped me inside the jewel, and now I will repay my gratitude. I have personally come to greet your return, Kagome. My sweet Raven, scream! Scream! Let me taste it upon your lips!
Yes. Insanity had its ways. And like those ways, I had my moments. This was one of them.
I have warned you right? This is what I mean. Last chapter we introduced insanity and this chapter pretty much showed her lack of sanity. Haha! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this and it wasn't bad or anything, or I have fallen from your expectations, haha.
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