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And to Know Twas You That Said It!
Thank You to my reviewer, Kyotosu-san! You have showed me hope! (maybe a little over exaggerated, but whatever) Thanks!
I guess Ive made Sesshoumaru and Naraku into my own characters, but it fits!
Well, Dearest Sesshoumaru-please give us the disclaimer(or do only good stories need a disclaimer?)
Sesshoumaru: Aabalany does not own any related characters from Inuyasha, thank the Gods.
Well, on with the story!

If you dont mind Im changing the format to a diary type, mk? on with the story!


19 of February, 1650.Wednesday

Its cold this morning. But to me it matters not. He is asleep in my other rooms, Sesshoumaru. A jewel, a fine young Japanese boy in this dreary England? A rarity. His mind is troubled, I saw it yesterday in the bazaar, about his Father's disapproval of us, but it will pass, I'm sure.

I had a chat with my Father, speaking of him.

He speaks of war in this fine country. A war that will be led by the rebels, no doubt.

But I know it is not the war that was bothering him...He wishes to speak of my Sesshoumaru. He doesn't think it wise of me to "take", as he calls it, the Lord of Japan's son.

I try to assure him that he has nothing to worry about, but his mind is difficult to persuade….

This is how it went, by the way…(A/N: how the conversation went he means)…

"NARAKU! I WILL NOT HARBOR SUCH A RELATIONSHIP, IF ITS EVEN WORTHY OF BEING CALLED SUCH, IN MY HOME!" .My Father obviously felt passionately about this subject.

"Father, I do not ask you to harbor it, I ask you to persuade his Father to let him stay with u—"

"WHAT IN THE HELLS ARE YOU THINKING? ARE YOU THINKING?" he sighs, loong dramatic one...

"Naraku, this cannot work. This will not work. If you want to live in peace you will not live in this region. You know I cannot allow you to be with that little wench—"

"You've NO right to say anything about him, you are so close minded."

Lucky me, I've been blessed with the gift to shield my anger.
He started another sentence, but I did not let him finish. I left the rooms.
O.K., so I didn't necessarily try to assure him, but he should have already been, I can handle my own affairs, thank you.
When I returned to my rooms he was awake. Sitting on the edge to the grand bed. Wearing a rather large, billowy shirt.

"Sesshoumaru? How did you sle-"

"Why does your Father think so negatively of me?", I thought I would answer a question with a question…

"Why do you ask?" YESSS! got him…

"Because he just despises the idea of us being together!" o.k., that hurt…

"No, he just has our best interests in mind. He loves us…in his own way" O.k., so it wasn't the entire truth, but it was a start.

"What?" he was genuinely surprised, either that or highly disturbed.

"The very thought of my existence makes him want to vomit. He hates me."

I stepped closer to him...I didnt like it when he spoke like that.

"How you look so sweet and say something so bitter scares me.", I cupped his lovely face in my hands and his forehead fell onto mine. My hands, finding their way--slid themselves down his neck and onto his smoothe chest, they stayed there for a moment, and then traced down to his navel and onto his waist. I smiled at him, and he smiled back that beautiful smile. I still have not figured out why it is that I am so smitten with him…

"I still have not figured out why it is I am so smitten with you.", I was thinking aloud. Smooth.

"You can be such a sweet talker, Father warned me of men like you..", Oh how I pray he was joking. Please. Be. Joking……Please be joking.

"Oh, I'm only joking. Don't look so distraught, love." He laughed it off.
He snaked his arms around my neck and looked straight in my eyes, my arms were around his waist.
He was lithe, and of small build. To me anyway, not like I'm built of iron, I'm rather small myself.
My Father's words still burned me up, but I can't really get mad when I'm around him.

Its like when I see him, I cant think of anything but him. I suppose I'm obsessed..in my sick, twisted love. But it is love nonetheless. I don't get butterflies, as they call it, anymore. When I look at his face I cant even fathom how he is real.

He is my forbidden fruit. And I am his Adam, accepting him with blind faith.

With this I give him a kiss, but he does not move to deepen it.

Short but sweet.

He buries his face in my ruffle clad chest, with his arms tight around my mid section.

"I love you, Naraku.", came his mumbled statement.

"I love you too, Sesshoumaru.", came my blissful reply.

-Naraku de'Malone

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O.K., please tell me how that was!
I needed to give Naraku a last name that sounded English. Like I said, I just changed the whole thing.
I love you all like orange juice!(I LOVE orange juice)
But anyways I hope to add a little more comedy to this story, btw, let me know how that works out! is it comedic at all?
I like reviews, they are my forbidden fruit, muah ha haaaaa, I was on a roll when I wrote that.
I changed the flow of the story earlier, I hope the transition isn't too rocky.
And I hope it didnt stink too bad!
But alas, you cant please the world, ne?

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