"Kagome," Naraku whispered his lovers name as he stroked her sides gently. 'Perhaps I took too much out of her last night. God only knows she nearly killed me.' "Koi?"
Kagome groaned, rolling away from him. "No touchy."
Naraku pouted, lying down beside her and pulling her to him. "Dearessssst," He drawled, intertwining their legs and pulling her closer, "we must be going."
"Gwing weh?" She grouched, pushing him off.
"For our tattoos."
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him. "I thought you were kidding!"
Naraku snorted as he sat up. "I rarely kid, my love. Why? Afraid that it will hurt?" He scoffed. "Pathetic human." Turning his back to her, he slid out of bed with a smirk. He knew just what he was doing, egging his little woman on. That little mouth of hers was about to flame him.
"What?!" She screeched. "So what if I'm human! You're half, aren't you?!"
"Less than half, miko. Not even a fourth." His father's blood had nearly cancelled out all of his mother's. He started toward the bathroom after glancing at her.
"W-well, still! Just because I'm human, it doesn't mean a thing! Lots of humans get tattoos! Sango has a tattoo!"
Naraku paused before a mirror to stare at himself in his naked glory. Turning to the side, he looked to his profile and smirked. "Such a sexy demon should not be wasted on a mated human."
Kagome's eyes hardened. Before she realized what she was doing, she launched herself at him. Her legs wrapped around his his waist, and her hands clutching his neck. "Degrade me again, Naraku. I dare you."
He trembled with arousal. 'I never knew I was a masochist.' Having her claws dig into his skin nearly drove him to his limits. He had to resist the urge to fling her onto the bed and pound her until she was bleeding and submissive. 'I'm sick. I should not have such thoughts' He cursed himself. A small smirk spread on his thin lips. "And I should take such dares from a useless ningen."
Her claws dug harder, and as the scent of his blood hit her nose, and the sound of his moan to her ears, she sighed. "I hate it when you make me angry." Climbing off of him, she moved to stand in front of him, on her tip toes. She clamped her lips onto one of the wounds her nails had made, sucking lightly.
"But I love it."
"I'm starting to think you get enjoyment from pain."
"I do. Disgusting, isn't it?" He chuckled before leaning down to kiss her neck.
Kagome heaved a content sigh as he traveled to her left breast. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she whispered, "Bite me."
Naraku drew her nipple into his mouth. "Bit you?"
"Bite me...hard."
Smiling, the hanyou swirled his tongue up to to the top of her breast. He nuzzled his face into the spot before sinking his fangs into her.
Kagome hissed, "Dear God!"
"I am no tthe only masochist here, am I?"
"There's just something about it. Get's your blood flowing." She panted as he licked the wound. His tongue was her favorite appendage...above the neck."C-Come on. We n-n-need to get going."
"Can't we have a quickie, love?" He inhaled deeply. "You want it." He ground his tensed manhood against her stomach as he crushed his lips into his.
"..." Unable to speal for his tongue in her mouth, she allowed him to lead her back to the bad. 'Another few minutes won't kill me.'
{Kagome's POV}
Glaring around the dark building, I sniff a bit. It reeks of ink, blood, fire, metal, and sex here. Ink, blood, and metal I get...but fire and sex?
"You shouldn't judge something by the way it looks, or smells." Naraku offers, though he tightens his hold on my waist protectively. "You certainly did not before."
"When?" I ask softly.
"When you decided to become involved with me. I am sure that from my scent and appearance, you would have assumed that I was a demon of malicious intent." He's so tense. I've never seen him this way.
I frown. "Is that what people think of you when they see you?"
He glares at me with suddenly cold eyes. "You did not think the same when you first saw me? And remember, I do not like games. Lying is a form of such."
"Naraku-kun, I would never lie to you." Against my wishes, tears well in my eyes. It hurts that he could think such of me. If I thought he was bad or evil, I never would have went for him.
'He is!'
'Leave him alone.'
Naraku's eyes melt, and I see a range of emotions. Confusion, love, sadness, pain, guilt. "Forgive me. I did not mean to doubt you." He holds me from behind as we walk up a dim staircase.
"Why would you doubt me at all?"
"I...I did not have the best of childhoods. Since my birth, I have been seen as nothing more than a spawn of Satan. For a moment, during my adolescence, I played up to the role." He sighs. "I smoked several drugs, sniffed others, popped pills. I stole. I beat. I nearly killed. After coming so close to losing myself completely, I went to counseling."
"And it helped you." I beam. "You don't have the slightest maliciousness in you. If you did, I'd detect it. It's what I was born for." We walk through a pair of doors at the top of the stairs, and come to a lit corridor. "Finally, some light."
Naraku holds me to him, nuzzling the top of my head. "You see things...that no one else sees, my love."
I giggle. "I'm special."
He brushes his lips against my ears. "I truly love you, Kagome."
"I...I'm falling in love with you, Naraku."
'No!'
'I'm sorry, but Sesshomaru...Sesshomaru and I can't be. He ruined that himself. I find myself thinking of Naraku more. I can't help it.'
'Stop! Stop cold turkey! No see Naraku!'
'I- I can't, my beast. I just can't."
Naraku purrs, the vibrations churning through my body. He pushes open another door, but this time a bright white light flashes. When it vanishes, we're in a room. There are other people here, but I can't see their faces.
"Why can't I see them?" I whisper.
"This building is for anonymous people. That white light momentarily altered the braincells in your mind that deal with sight and hearing. Their voices are changed as well."
"Why can I see and here yours?"
"I am fresh in your memory."
"Oh."
He leads me toward two chairs, and we sit. "What are you getting, little one?"
I look around the room, at the posters on the wall. Everything is so intersting looking. "IIIII waaaaant...that one." I point to a black butterfly. "It'll symbolize you. Dark but beautiful."
He smiles. "And I will have your name on my back as agreed. Where will this butterfly be?"
"My tummy."
"Your tummy?" He asks with an arched brow.
"Yup." I pat my stomach proudly. "My tummy."
Naraku presses his palm to my stomach and smiles. "I long for a daughter, you know."
Cutting my eyes to him, I smile, "Me too."
"We'll have to-"
"Kuko?" A man asks, standing in a door."
"That is us, love." Naraku grabs my hand, leading me to the door. We follow the stubby little man to a room, then watch as he leaves.
I smile as Naraku unbuttons his shirt, tosses it to me, and climbs onto the table. "Where'd Kuko come from?"
He smirks a tme. "Kumo and miko."
"Ahh."
The door opens again, and in walks a tall, thin, handsome demon. This is exactly why I could never date a human. Demons are so exotic. Take this one for instance, with his narrow silver eyes, and his long, silky navy blue hair. The icy blue feathers that are jutting from his eyebrows. He's simply delish! I don't know why I can see him, and I don't care.
"Ahem." Naraku clears his throat, and I turn to see his narrowed eyes on me.
"Heh." I laugh nervously, rushing to his side.
"K. The name's Alphonse, and I'll be handlin' you today. What can I do for you today?" His Japanese is pretty good.
Naraku stares at my face, then back at Alphonse. "I want the words woven bamboo written in Hiragana branded into my back."
My eyes widen. "B-branded?"
"Yes. Branded."
"Alright." Alphonse takes out a small pen, writing my name in Hiragana on Naraku's upper back. He then pulls out a small piece of metal, held in some tongs. He heats it with a small blow torch, then presses it to Naraku's skin.
Naraku's jaw tightens, and my eyes fill with tears. "You don' thave to go through this type of pain for me."
"It doesn't hurt." He replies calmly, his teeth biting into his lower lip.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." He replies, his hand reaching out to cup my face...or so I think. Instead, the baka gropes my breast.
Jerking away, I reprimand, "You hentai. We're in public...or at least in front of someone."
Alphonse chuckles. "Don't you worry, dear. I don't care. It happens often. Usually the people who get branded find it arousing, so they tend to grope their lovers."
"Hey, um, how- stop it-" I push Naraku's hand off my thigh. "Anyway, why can I see you? Can you see me?"
"Nope. I suppose it has something to do with your miko energy." Guess he felt my aura. "The light is demonic after all. If you didn' t see the people before, it most likely took a moment for your miko energy to realize what happened."
"Hm. Cut it out!" I hiss when Naraku's hand slides up my skirt.
Naraku smiles at me seductively, licking his lips. I close my legs tighter, turning my nose up at him.
Alphonse nods, smiling proudly at Naraku's back. "Done with you. How about you, little lady? What are you getting?"
Blushing, I pull up my shirt, lying down once Naraku stands. "I want that black butterfly you have on the wall, on my stomach."
He nods. "Mind if I add a little something? No words, just another design."
"S-sure." I'm a little scared. I've never gotten a tatt- 'Agh!' I bite back a scream as the needles prick my skin. "I hate you, Kumo." I hiss through clenched teeth.
"Love you too." Naraku smiles slyly, not looking at my face, but my partially exposed breasts.
"Don't even think you're getting an-ugh."
"Don't be such a human."
"Baka!" I snap, glaring at Alphonse when he chuckles again.
He stiffens. "My apologies, miko."
Rolling my eyes, I close them. "Ichiban baka(most stupid) youkai- gah!"
{Sesshomaru's Pov}
I despise Paris. My beloved mate is hiding from me in this damned large city, and I my cellphone can not find a signal so that I may call Jaken. There is nothing good about this supposed 'city of love'...Save the fact that my mate's brother is crossing the street and coming my way.
Bankotsu smiles as he waves at me. "Hey, I didn't know you were here with Kagome."
"I am not." I reply, and instantly his smile fades. "I am here to find my disobedient mate and drag her home."
"That lying little wench! I am going to kill her."
"What did she lie about?" I ask, tense.
He narrows his eyes. "Naraku is here as well. She told me she wouldn't see him. I bet they are together at this moment."
My heart threatens to stop, but I will it to continue. "Do you know where she is?"
"Yeah. She gave me a number. I tracked it back to the Confortable Hotel."
(Interruption: Can you believe confortable is French for comfortable?)
I glance at the car he got out of. "You will take me there?"
"Yup. I wanna be there." He drives me to a large, expensive hotel and follows me inside.
Stepping up to the concierge, I demand, "Donnez-moi la cl de la localisation et a. .. Naraku Kuro la chambre./ Give me the location and key to a...Naraku Kuro's room." I swear if he has a room in this hotel, I will not leave until his blood is covering my claws.
The concierge shivers, turning to the computer. He looks back to me. "Il n'a pas une chambre./ He doesn't have a room."
"Qu'est-ce que d'un Kagome Higurashi?/ What of a Kagome Higurashi?"
The male nods, "Oui, monsieur. Elle a une chambre./ Yes, sir. She has a room." He hands the keys over.
Eyeing the card as Bankotsu and I walk to the elevator, I attempt to calm down. 'Naraku is not here with her.'
'They be smart 'nough get room in mate name?' My beast offers as we step into the elevator.
"Niveau 7./ Level 7." Bankotsu tells the attendent.
'No. He isn't with her.'
'Denial.'
'I am not in denial. Naraku would never let her spend her own money if they went someone. I am sure of that.'
'Hn.'
Stepping onto Kagome's hall, I inhale deeply. His scent is not here. I only smell hers.I force my heart to slow before I have a heart attack. Taking Kagome's key, I shove it into the door and push the door open. "Kagome!"
She's asleep. Hn, she was. Now, her eyes fly open, and she sits up. "S-Sesshomaru. Ban. Wh-what are you doing here?" She clutches her sheets to her nude body.
I sniff again, unable to catch his scent. Though I do smell ink and blood. "What have you done?"
Tense, she clutches the sheets closer.
Glaring, I yank them off and freeze. On my mate's stomach is a tattoo of a wounded black butterfly. "You marked your body?"
"Sesshom-"
"You marked my body!" I yell at her, grabbing her by the arms.
She winces, her eyes filled with tears. "Sesshomaru, let go."
I pull her so that we are nose to nose. "I am your mate, your alpha. I own you. You have marked my body."
"It's my body!"
"Wrong, miko! It is mine!" I sink my fangs into her mark.
Kagome whimpers, glancing over my shoulder at her brother. "Ban." She cries pitifully.
Bankotsu's angry expression fades, and he looks away sorrowfully. "Kagome, you lied to me. I'm not stupid. Neither is Sesshomaru. Something's up with you and Naraku."
"He's my friend." She winces as my grip tightened.
"Your friend?! Kagome men and women can't just be friends! You're leading him on if you don't want him!" He growls. "How could you be so stupid?!"
"Bankotsu," she sobs, trying to pull away from me. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, Sesshomaru. I'll come back home. I won't disobey you anymore. Just let go!"
Reluctantly, for there is anger still pumping in my veins, I release her, pushing her away from me. "Go. Get dressed. We leave, immediately after."
Wiping her eyes, she tries her best to glare, then starts toward the bathroom.
"Milord, I-" Jaken's bulbous yellow eyes widen as he takes in the sight of Kagome's bare behind. Moments later, my foot meets his back, and the imp is sent flying out the window. "Milooooord!"
Kagome returns from the bathroom in a t-shirt and a pair of capris. Rubbing at her eyes, she kneels beside the bed, pulling her suitcase out. "I'm ready." She whispers.
Bankotsu attempts to take her suitcase. "Here, Kag. Let me."
"I can handle it." She snatches away from him, storming out of the room.
He frowns, going after her. Glaring around the room, I leave after them.
{Naraku's POV}
I sigh as I reach the hotel room. With any luck, Kagome won't be mad at me anymore. Clutching the white lilies in my hand, I open the door. "Kagome." I whisper. Perhaps she is asleep. There is no answer. I cut on the dim lamp in the corner of the room and turn to the bed with a smile, but she isn't there. "Kagome?!" I look around the room.
Rushing toward the small kitchen, I frown when I see that she isn't there. Runnining to the bathroom, I find one of the hotel sticky notes stuck to the mirror. It reads:
Dear Naraku,
It's Kagome. Sesshomaru came here with Bankotsu. They're dragging me home. I was so scared. When I first heard the door open, I thought it was you. Then he stormed in, yelling at me. He held my arms so tightly, Naraku. He even went so far as to bite my neck again.
Bankotsu just stood there. He yelled at me too. I don't know what to do anymore. But I've decided something. I think I want you to tell me how to revoke a mating mark.
Love, Kagome :)
Tear marks stain the paper, but I can't keep from smiling. If she revokes his mark, she can finally be mine. My Kagome. Kagome Kuro. My heart throbs eagerly. I grab my laptop from the closet and purchase a plane ticket back to Tokyo. "Wait for me, Kagome."
