A/N: ALRIGHT! IIIIIIM BAAAAAACK! Where have I been you ask?

….Failing miserably is where….

Anyways, on with the story!

:Naraku: "About damn time wench."

:Me: Shut it Naraku or I'll reveal just how much of a sap you really are.

The Raven Swoops

Naraku paced the length of his room, hair whipping out as he spun on his heel. Strategies and plots and every possible outcome to each scenario ran about in his mind. Chains and whips? No, she'd fight. Asking outright? She'd laugh, or look at him like he was mad, or scream and run… Subtle hinting? Too childish. Woo her… how? Eat dinner with her, take her to the gardens again… yes, it was forming now. The best times, the best places and moves all fell in place. His demons screamed at him but he was too preoccupied to care. It was why he enjoyed Kagome's company so much. She distracted him. Yes she was an enemy and she had tried to kill him on many times, but what the fuck did it matter to him? His own reincarnations tried to kill him for fucks sake. He was such a cruel and disgusting bastard he was technically trying to kill himself.

…Well wooing an honorable, beautiful and kind Miko won't be too hard now will it?

But he was cunning, and he was handsome. He knew what he had to do, and he had the confidence to do it. He snapped his fingers, summoning Kagura. "Go to Kagome, dress her in the finest Kimono you can, but not something too complicated. I want… her to be comfortable." Kagura's suspicious glare was not lost on him as she exited. He had stopped himself from saying he wanted ease of access. He knew that the demoness and miko spoke and were on friendly terms, showing just how forgiving she was. He hoped to use that same kind heartedness to his own advantage.

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Kagura helped Kagome into a warm kimono of purple and gold silk. Black and gold flowers twined up Kagome's legs and one shoulder. She looked at herself in the mirror as Kagura tamed her bangs into a straight, more elegant line. She pulled half of her hair into a semi-bun, the rest of her hair falling straight. The blue onyx tresses fell in waves down her back, reaching her waist now. She very lightly powdered her face and applied red coloring on her lips at Kagura's behest.

"Why am I getting so dressed up?" Kagome looked at a slightly irritated Kagura who was fumbling with a golden hair ornament designed to cover her bun, little beads dangling from the ornament. She felt very self conscious in all this finery, and she hardly ever wore makeup.

"He wants to be entertained by something beautiful, plain and simple. Crazy bastard, I think he's completely lost. Hurry up, you'll be late. No point in angering him. Come." Kagura quickly led Kagome into the small dining hall. The table was the traditional low table with small mats for seats. Great, her legs were so gonna go numb.

She saw that Naraku was already sitting, sipping at a shallow cup of sake. She was watching him, he was dressed as neatly as always, and he seemed much more calm than before. He tipped his head back as he drank the last drops of sake, and Kagome found herself watching the way his throat worked. She had never really noticed how fair and smooth his skin was. Now, she wasn't getting sappy over him, mind you. She was just noticing. Now, her heart only started doing flip flops when his eyes opened suddenly, gleaming red with silver pupils. They stared at her from over his cup, gleaming with some sort of intent. He lowered the cup, his face slowly following. His down turned face caused his eyes to peer at her from under short but thick eyelashes, his smile utterly…

Demonic.

She shivered and looked away quickly, ignoring his soft chuckle. Kagura helped arrange her kimonos so she could sit down, since Kagome had asked her for the favor. Naraku watched with interest. "Do you not wear kimonos often?" Kagura made her exit quickly.

"Ah… well I wear them once in a while, but not ones that are so… extravagant." Naraku was about to ask another question, but he was interrupted by a servant who whispered in his ear. Naraku nodded and excused himself, and Kagome watched in confusion and curiosity. She was surprised when another door opened and Naraku held a traditional plate as he kneeled. He approached and placed the box, chopsticks and hot tea before his blushing guest. Oh my god he's doing the kaiseki! It was a formal dinner usually done right at noon at the year's first tea ceremony, and it was supposed to honor the main guest and be a celebration. But why…

He sat again as the servants brought out the rest of the food. "Then what do you wear?"

Kagome blinked, distracted. "Oh! Ah, we wear dresses, or uniforms."

"Explain them." He ate as he watched her, and she politely asked a maid to bring her backpack. He scooted closer to the table to see her rummage through the bag. She pulled out a magazine, and he made a face at it.

"This has pictures of the kind of dresses we wear. Here, this is what I wore to my winter formal, a dance my school holds at the end of the calendar year." She pointed at a sleeveless lavender dress with an a-line top and slightly poofed skirt, and she also showed him the shoes. "These are popular in my home."

Naraku narrowed his eyes. "It looks… indecent. Your parents allow you to wear this?" Kagome huffed.

"I forgot, you don't know. You already know of the well, but not where it goes. I live five hundred years in the future, in a shrine built around the well." At this his ears perked, and his attention seemed caught.

"A girl from the future, hm? So my enemy wasn't just some strange mortal girl, but a woman with sway over time. It seems I had a more worthy opponent than I had thought." She looked away, her expression falling as she was reminded hat she was indeed his enemy. Whenever she was talking to him she would forget, lost in his attentiveness. She couldn't help but wonder why someone so evil could have this kind of side to him, or why someone who only wanted to love had become so evil…

Surprised, she jolted up, remembering the jewels and the way they had vibrated. Was the key to defeating Naraku much more simple than she had thought?

Naraku watched her carefully as he drank, barely touching the food. They had six courses to go through, but he doubted he'd sit through the entire thing. She seemed… confused, and surprised. He himself was feeling similar. He settled his cup on the table and leaned back, eyes never leaving her thoughtful face. She fidgeted with the kimono, squirming. He grinned, and she caught the look and made a face. "I could help you remove those Kimonos if you wish." His voice was confidant and smug.

Kagome blushed and covered her mouth. "N-no way! I can do it myself just fine!" His eyes narrowed and she gulped, but distracted herself from his still grinning lips by drinking from her cup. She had to force herself not to cough when she realized it was a stronger version of the usual sake. She caught a faint chuckle, but when she looked he was calmly eating. More for show than anything, she was sure. Frowning she drank again from the cup, determined not to be seen as a kid in front of her enemy. So what if he had fifty or a hundred years on her?

Old man. She let one of the servants pour her more, eating and drinking as carefully but quickly as possible. She was fairly neat about it, but she didn't want to prolong this any more than she had to. She wanted out. Now. His voice was a deep timbre, mocking gently. "You should slow down, miko. Your face is already flushed."

This only caused her to flush even more, and in her haste she dropped her cup. It cracked in half and she gasped. Naraku's head lifted slightly, trying to see the broken piece. She reached to pick it up, but her fingers trembled and she was cut. "Ouch!" She looked at the rather deep cut, watching the blood start to flow. "Oh no, the kimono!" She was reaching for anything to stop the blood from staining the expensive robes, but she was stopped by a large, strong hand grasping her wrist.

"Stay still." Kagome froze, cold blasts shooting down her spine as his chest met her back, his arms over hers and lips near her ear. She turned to watch him, but closed her eyes when that brought his face to near, made his scarlet gaze too intense. She peeked through one eye as se felt him pull tighter to her, bringing her hand close. She gasped when he put her finger to his lips, licking forcefully.

"N-! Ah! No!" She yanked her hand as hard as she could but he just nipped her finger roughly, making her give a small sound of pain. He sucked her finger into his mouth, his tongue soothing the bite he'd given her. She squirmed, struggling, but his other hand just tightened around her waist and he dragged his teeth against her flesh. A small warning. Her eyes flicked to where the maids had been, only to find that they were scurrying away, closing the doors behind them. There goes my help. "Naraku! Let me go!" She summoned her reiki, ready to zap his ass to hell and back, but she suddenly felt his youki surround and suffocate her, and his teeth was on her neck. She cried out when his teeth drew blood, and she struggled with as much strength as she could summon under his oppressive power.

Naraku bit her ear, his scent enveloping her like his miasma. "Be still miko, or you will make me hurt you." She shivered and froze, and he almost chuckled. One hand wrapped around her throat, the other trapped her wrists as he sighed into her hair. She smelled of sakura and spring, like a ray of light in winter. Her blood even tasted like sunlight, so bright and pure it burned his tongue, and her skin made his lips tingle and crackle with electricity. Her reiki tried to zap him wherever he touched her, despite his own youki bearing down on her, but the sensation was…

Exhilarating.

The hand on her throat moved down to the hem of her kimono, and he easily slid a hand inside, opening it. She jerked and struggled harder. "Let me go, Naraku!"

He tightened his grip, bruising her. "Why should I? You cannot fight me, not like this. Besides, it doesn't really seem like you want to." She made a small noise of denial, but his hand was already kneading her belly and she jerked. His deep breath was slow and growly, predatory. "I can smell it, you're already blossoming for me." His tongue stroked her neck, teeth nipping and leaving marks. "You're already dripping aren't you? Little wench." He made a low sound in his throat when she thrashed, her reiki burning under her skin. He grunted and slipped in two fingers, and like he said she was already soaking, allowing him entry.

Kagome screamed, feeling herself stretch, and it was painful. She cried, sobbing, but fire burned in her. "It doesn't matter how my body betrays me." Naraku paused his torment as he leaned close to listen. "I don't care what you do to my body, but my heart and soul won't be dirtied up with your evil, Naraku!" She sobbed again when he only chuckled.

"Aren't mikos supposed to be virgins? I wonder if you'll lose your powers tonight?" He sneered. "The body is a temple for those powers right?" His fingers moved, forcing her hips to move with them. "What happens when the temple is sullied?"

"My soul will be the temple." He laughed, but somewhere in him he was irked, annoyed. He wanted now to take that pure soul and tear it to shreds, and seal her heart away behind doors only he could open. He inserted a third finger, hearing her scream in pain. But her body still trembled and her flower still dripped with honey. He almost snarled as he used his arm to send the table contents flying and he shoved her onto the table, ripping away the kimono and flipping her onto her back.

"Then you wont mind if I play with your body, will you?" His words were sinister and his voice menacing. He placed her legs over his shoulder and all but tackled her core, immediately sucking hard on her. She cried out again, this time in forced pleasure, her fingers digging into his raven locks and tugging hard. He ignored her as he flicked her delicate nub. Her back arched and he reached to pinch a sensitive nipple, rolling it as he focused his lips on her clit. She cried out again, thighs squeezing his head as she bit her knuckle. He grinned and speared his tongue deep, kissing her deeply there and pushing her into her first climax. He pulled back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, licking his lips. Naraku watched as she curled up into a tight ball, hands on either side of her head as she wept. He could only see the ivory skin and smooth curves. She had been so soft, so hot against him. Her skin burned and zapped wherever he touched, and her taste, it was sweeter than anything he'd ever had.

He wanted more, his body raged, his mind roared. His blood was pounding and his hands were already reaching out. But she flinched, and suddenly he was back. He'd never lost himself that way, nothing had made him feel so… alive? Invigorated? He no longer really cared, he just wanted to taste her more and more. He ran his hands up her legs, pressing harder when she drew away from him. He lifted her and felt her shivering, curled up against him as she was. He lifted her robes and wrapped her in them, walking towards his room. She kicked suddenly, and he lost his grip on her. She fell, landing hard on her arm and crying out before trying to scramble away. He grabbed her arm, her small scream startling him into releasing quickly. He quickly grabbed her other arm and dragged her back.

"Stupid woman!" He yanked the robe away and lifted her injured arm, inspecting it. It was already bruising. This time he wrapped her in the robe tightly, ignoring her pleas and cries. He used his foot to open and close his door, laying her on his mat and again inspecting her arm. It was already darkly bruised and mottled with yellow. "Do you enjoy pain, woman?" He pinned her hands above her head, kissing the bruises on her arm.

She froze, shivering. He was being so forceful, but his lips on her arm… they were so gentle. So sweet. Eventually she relaxed, sobbing as she stared at the ceiling. Naraku's eyes remained on her face as his lips traced the bruises, and they narrowed, an unfamiliar feeling rising. Frowning he lifted himself over her, seeing her flinch and watch him with fear. He only stared for a small while before he gently, carefully lowered himself onto her, blanketing her shivering body with his own. She shivered more for a while, until suddenly she didn't move at all. He looked at her, and her eyes were closed.

Watching her carefully, he moved to his side and pulled her up into him, curling around her. His brows were furrowed and mouth turned down in a scowl. He had intended to slowly lure her into his bed, make her beg to be touched, not scare the shit out of her. He sighed, closing his eyes and shuddering with a soft moan. Wherever his skin touched hers, little zaps and tingling sensations still raged.