-1Title: Amnesia
By: KuroSakura-chan
Summary: Naraku finds an amnesiac Sesshomaru. Testing to see what Sesshomaru reacts to leads Naraku to feeling things he never thought possible.
Category: Inuyasha
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance,
Couples:
Warnings: Yaoi, 1st Person, …Naraku gets to have fun…I think that might deserve it's own warning…You've all been warned, so don't come crying to me if something happens that's too much for you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Kuro: Kyaaaa! You guys like it!! (gushes)
Inuyasha: I don't understand why. It's about two asses.
Naraku: Watch it, mutt.
Sesshomaru:…(Picks up a phone to call Sephiroth and Bakura.) Yes, I've recently been added to the list of people terrorized.
Kuro: (grabs the phone and hangs it up) You guys aren't allowed to talk until I do a crossover with all of you, which I have not yet, so there. And Inuyasha, that is why people like this. Villains are much loved by fan girls and boys. Now will you stop bugging me?
Inuyasha: …
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-Sesshomaru-
I awake in an area I've never seen before, to scents that I think I've smelled before, but I can't remember where or what the scents are…
I glance down to see that my clothing is a deep purple kimono and I lay in a bed covered in a white blanket. The room I'm in is empty save the essentials; a bed and dresser. And now a man.
He wears a light blue kimono and is carrying a tray filled with food. His black hair, a little less than straight but not curly or wavy, is worn up, tied back with a light blue tie that matches his kimono. He turns and looks over at me, and an emotion I can't identify runs through his golden brown eyes. Then, he grins and walks over, carrying the tray.
"Good evening." He says, his voice a baritone and quite soothing. "Do you remember anything?"
I breathe in his scent, and the hair rises on the back of my neck, though I cannot explain why. I don't know who this man is. In fact…I don't even know who I am… I can't help but frown as I attempt to recall who I am. I'm someone important…That much I can tell from my attire. However…My name, my past-I cannot remember any of it.
"I thought as much." The man said, and I caught the amusement lacing his voice. I glare at him, and he laughs. He apparently knows something. "Well, we'll have to see how long it'll take you to remember. In the meantime, why don't you have something to eat?" The man sets the tray down beside me.
It carries a plate of rolls, a plate with a large steak, and a pitcher of some kind of liquid. I sniff in the scent of the liquid, and am surprised to find that it is wine. Of an excellent quality, too, though I have no idea how I know that. The man takes the pitcher and pours two glasses from it, handing one to me. After that, he takes a roll and nibbles on it.
"Well, go ahead! It isn't poisoned, I promise you." He says with a laugh. Strangely, I am reassured, though I can feel that he is dangerous. It is a feeling from my core, so I believe that I can trust it for the moment.
"Who are you?" I ask, carefully removing the plate with the steak from the tray. I set my glass back onto the tray as I grab the silverware provided for me. I am pleased to find that this stranger has all the proper silverware set out for a steak. A smile flits over his lips as he notices that I take the proper fork my meal.
"You don't recall?" I give him a look, and he chuckles before taking a sip of his wine. "I see. Well…I don't want to end this game quite so soon, so I do not think that I should tell you my name. I think I shall have you call me Naku, Sesshy."
I can feel my eye twitch. "That is not my name." I say, feeling confident in my assertion. I can feel it in my gut.
"Who are you to say?" 'Naku' retorts, now smirking.
So, this is all a game to him? That means he knows me…and I know him, though I can't remember. I cut into the steak, still contemplating everything. We know each other, that much I can tell. My instincts tell me to rip his throat out and make sure he never gets back up. Yet, he's been kind so far. Could my instincts be wrong? No, that can't be right…
All of this is making my head ache, so I banish the thoughts, instead concentrating on the extraordinary flavor of this steak. The seasonings are perfect-not too strong, not too weak-and the steak itself is tender, which is a beautiful thing in and of itself. I hate tough steaks.
They get stuck in my teeth, and it's a pain to have to pull the stuck sinews from between my teeth. Besides, it's not befitting of a lord to have to floss his teeth. Wait…A lord? Is that what I am? I seem quite sure in that as well…Perhaps I am. Yet how am I to prove it? That would require remembering who I am, and that won't be all that simple.
Especially considering Naku doesn't want to end his game quickly by telling me who I am. However, how hard can it be to remember one's own past? I doubt it should be all that complicated.
I shall recall who I am, and who this Naku is. And once that is complete, I might just give into my instincts and rip his throat out. I wonder if he's already thought of that? I wonder just what my relationship really is with this man.
Naku sighs. "You're so quiet. I was hoping that amnesia would knock that from you, however it has not seemed to have affected your talking all that much."
"Is that so?" Naku nods at my question. "And just what do I talk about, when I do talk, normally?"
Now he laughs. "Nice try! I could've fallen for that if I weren't ready for it."
I scowl at my plate. He has clearly put some thought into this 'game' of his. I wonder just what the point of this game is, but I doubt that information is relevant. The only information I need is how to get him to tell me who I am, or at least leave me alone so that I may think on it. Perhaps if I frustrate him by not speaking…
I return to my meal, feeling rather frustrated myself. I can tell that I am unused to not knowing what I want to know, when I want to.
Naku and I stay silent for the rest of the meal, though his eyes were upon me the entire time. It made me want to stab him with my fork, yet I resisted my violent urgings. There was no use killing him when he may still be useful to me. When I finished, he reached over and took the plate and utensils from me, setting them back on the tray and standing.
He walked to the door before pausing and looking back at me with a smirk. "I shall see you later, Sesshy. I hope you miss me." And with that, he was gone, leaving me to ponder over his words.
A/N: Gah, Sesshomaru is such a pain…Avina's right. Naraku's easier because his way of thinking is more human. Sesshy's such a pain…
Preview:
-Naraku-
Hmmm…How interesting. Sesshomaru is just as frustratingly emotionless now as he was when he knew himself. He refuses to talk unless he thinks he'll get something out of me, and it's driving me insane. I want him to talk to me. Maybe if I cause him pain…
R&R!!