Prelude

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KAWAAKARI

"The river that glows amidst the darkness."

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"… AND THE WORLD FORGOT ABOUT ALL THE CREATURES THAT GAVE IT FORM."

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There was a condemning beauty in the primitive act of possession. InuYasha would probably be unable to find something that could make him feel as alive as when he was bending the will of a lesser being, so much in ability, as in mental and spiritual fortitude, until they became his puppet, their will his, just like their every drop of life force, freeing the word from such a parasite. However… he was now discovering there was something much more pleasant, and that unfortunately for him, was devouring him inside.

His desire for her.

To feel the touch of her naked legs under the tip of his fingers was intoxicating, and he could sense the hair on his back standing on end, from his last vertebrae to his nape, together with that need of readying himself like a cornered animal. His sex was struggling against his pants as her gaze remained lowered, just like she had been told, for one should never go against their master's will.

He began to desire her as soon as he saw her, there, in that street full of the foul scent of humans. Her steps were light and brief strokes upon the cobbled street, her heels echoing her step, granting a certain rhythm to the bustle surrounding them. Her long, dark hair waved enthralling behind her, unusual even, even more given the surprise he felt, yet what really hit him with the force of a muzaraki, and for what his long years of living had not prepared him, were her eyes when he whispered to the air for her to look at him.

Even now, after asking her to never meet his gaze, he could hardly beat the temptation of losing himself in her chestnut brown eyes, full of deep ideas, a lure just as powerful as his own urge of making her his. Before the very idea, a thousand taikos would resonate inside his chest, telling him of his loss of sanity if he were to pull her into the world he lived in. And so, InuYasha would only caress her skin, breathe over her laid bare neck, almost an offering he could take for his If such were his wish. He hadn't know how painful was to hold oneself back, for he had never wanted to hold back before.

An unusual concept appeared in his mind then.

Love.

He found that to love was a strange motivation, lacking in interest, and rather fit for the weak beings who needed somebody else to keep their life going. InuYasha had ever lived alone, his place was the forest, even now, in the middle of such a darkness-thralled modern city. Even so, he found himself thinking about such a concept amidst the restlessness of the woman beneath his body. It wasn't strange for him to be unable to give a value to something he had never experienced, such was his musing as his hand slipped in between her legs, and felt her tremble before the touch of the tip of his fingers as he probed his wet sex. There, he found himself wondering if she was a virgin, something that he usually didn't care much for; yet now, it did, enough to make him entertain such a thought.

He touched her in between her exterior folds, knowing where to apply pressure for her nerves to tense up in pleasure, soon hearing her yearning sighs, as his own vibrated inside his belly. He tried to hide a growl, that even so was heard reverberating inside his chest. His hand then cupped her face and turned her towards him, to look into his eyes, yet she kept batting her eyelashes in an effort not to do so, and damn it all, obey.

There was a condemning beauty in the primitive act of possession, yet InuYasha was now discovering something far more pleasant, and that unfortunately for him, was devouring him inside; his desire for her.

"Look at me, Kagome."

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A/N

This idea began with Len's drawings, where she recreated Dracula. However, I felt InuYasha had to add his own flair to it, and I too through my own words. That thought gave birth to KAWAAKARI, and here I leave you its beginning."

Anyara.