Falling for the Enemy

It had been horrible, every moment had been nothing but a lie, an expertly woven lie, the most realistic fantasy world ever created had been lived by none other than herself, a fantasy world where love, hate, blissful moments, and pain were all felt to their utter most. Time as well as everything of the like was kept as it always had been, making the world that never existed even more realistic within the regions of her mind.

She had fallen in love with none other than the half demon, Inu Yasha, whom lived in perfect animation within her own mind. She had experienced feelings and events that had been so real to her that it was enough to drive her mad now that she had awaken from the fantasy that her mind had created. If given the choice, Kagome, with the violent lust and hunger she had for her personal fantasy world, would have chosen to stay within an eternal sleep, so long as her mind could stay in the comfort of the lie her mind had concocted for her to live in.

All of her adventures she now knew were nothing but lies, and the part that made it horrible was the fact that she couldn’t go back to the beautiful deception of the Feudal Era she knew.

“Uh....where am I?” Kagome asked in a scratchy voice, her vision blurred as her head throbbed in dizziness as well as grogginess.

“Don’t worry, you’re being taken care of.” A sultry female voice stated with relative care and kindness laced within her slightly indifferent character. Kagura had done that which her master, Naraku, had asked, bringing to him the wench that traveled with the half demon, Inu Yasha, but not before drugging her and giving her the special potion Naraku himself had created and decided to utilize on the young miko.

Finally, Naraku had devised a plan to destroy the group of friends that were the only nuisance to him if they came against him together, the key factor, he noticed, that kept the group together, the very glue that pasted them: the demon exterminator, Sango, the lecherous monk, Miroku, and the unruly formidable half demon, Inu Yasha, together was the young miko girl, Kagome. After two years of studying them, it was this information he had gathered, so effectively, to test out his thesis, Naraku decided to tear away the source of their friendship, by means of making all of her past experiences, from the time Kagura kidnaped her, an apparent dream.

Kagome drifted back to sleep, once again dreaming of the half demon she had come to consider more than just a simple friend, but rather someone that she’d consider spending the rest of eternity with, though she had his name on the tip of her tongue, for some reason or another it continually escaped her, though, within the woven silk of her perfect dream world, it didn’t matter much to her at the moment.

“Wake up.” Naraku commanded in an authoritative tone, though his voice never seemed overly harsh because of the slight purr contained within it’s deep tenor depths.

Kagome, now completely clothed from her neck down in a traditional kimono, blinked once, then twice, her stormy blue eyes slowly coming into focus, the first thing they noticed were the deep crimson eyes staring intently at her. Taking in a deep breath, so as to fully awaken, she let it out comfortably, stretching her rested body by raising her hands high above her head as she yawned, coming, at last, into a sitting position on her heavily cushioned futon.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Kagome asked, genuinely confused as her mind drew a blank when she attempted to match a name to the handsome male’s face. Naraku smirked triumphantly, his magical potion having worked effectively in conjunction with the whispered spell he had planted within her while she slept.

“I knew I should have sent for you sooner, my servant, Kagura, went to retrieve you from the sickly village that you went to help not to far from here. While you were there, a fire cat demon attacked the village, following the orders of her master, a wicked human woman, along with a half dog demon, as well as an evil monk. All of the villagers perished, and you were severely injured because of the joint efforts of the attackers. I shall never let you out of my sight again.” Naraku said, spinning a beautiful lie for the both of them to live as he faked concern for the girl while admiring the attire that Kagura had dressed the miko in while she slept.


“Oh.... and who are you?” Kagome asked, running her fingers through her long wavy locks of ebony hair, standing as she did so, her loose kimono falling open in the front to expose the valley of her breasts as well as a decent amount of cleavage. At that very moment, the evil known as Naraku couldn’t help but stare at the girl whom had, on more than one occasion, come against him with the mission of collecting the sacred jewel shards, as he noticed just how beautiful she truly was. Was this what humans called attraction? Through the mind of Onigumo, Naraku discovered his suspicions to be correct, and was disgusted with himself for feeling such humanistic things.

Kagome blushed and closed the kimono as much as she could, looking for the matching obi and long ribbon with which to tie it closed with, and when she found it, she tried her best to put it on the right way. In Naraku’s eyes she had never before seemed so innocent and almost angelic like, her womanly curves pressing against her kimono more so than they had before since now it was wrapped tightly around her. Instantly, thoughts other than malicious ones took dominance in his mind, clouding his judgement and thought life.

‘I shouldn’t be thinking such things of my enemy....’ He thought, and quickly interjected, “They must have hit your head harder than I thought for it to cause the loss of your memory of your mate.” Naraku stated, lying once more, smirking evilly as he did, reaching out at the same time to properly tie the obi and ribbon around his self proclaimed ‘mate’. Kagome blushed all the way to the roots of her hair at the fact that this very attractive man was her husband, and even more so when he fixed her attire appropriately.

‘Wait a second, I don’t remember anything, much less getting married.... but in my dream.... I was in love with a boy with white hair and cute ears on his head.... what’s going on?’ Kagome thought, her breath coming at a faster rate, as she started to feel a sense of dread over coming her senses. Something wasn’t right, none of this was right, she couldn’t even remember her name! Once full realization sank into Kagome’s thin frame, a shot of adrenaline coursed through her veins, heightening her senses as she finally reacted to her situation.


“I can’t remember anything!” Kagome gasped with fear, as she backed up into a wall, her eyes dashing from one side of the bedroom to the other, trying fanatically to find at least one familiar thing within her surroundings. A futon, a dresser, a door, wooden flooring, and a window to her right, but nothing, absolutely nothing struck her as familiar. Suddenly she traveled her hand up to her chest, as if looking for something that used to be there but found nothing.

“The shikon jewel shards are gone!” She said breathlessly, grasping her chest as if it were painful to breath, shrinking into a kneeling position as she cast her eyes upward to her self proclaimed ‘mate’. She searched his face for anything that would give her hope, anything that could possibly bring her peace in her moment of anxiety, but found him to be studying her with his deep crimson eyes, almost as if he were incapable of understanding what she was going through at the moment.

‘So she can’t forget that one little detail.... perhaps it’s because she is one with the jewel? What an interesting development.’ Naraku thought, pulling out of his inner robe a little container attached to a string, inside of the container the glowing shards of the shikon jewel.

“Calm down, they’re right here, since you were knocked out for a few days I took them so as to take care of them, here.” The tall half demon said, handing them all to Kagome who, at once, put them back around her neck, calming down a bit since now she had the shards near her, meaning that they were where they were always supposed to be kept.

“Kagome, don’t worry, your memory will return, and you’ll be the same hard working girl I took as my own.” Naraku purred as he reached out to run his fingers through her hair, enjoying how wonderfully manipulative his plan was, as well as the feel of having his enemy willingly succumb to his lies. Well almost willingly, she had to half way want to forget every hurtful word, as well as action that dog inflicted upon her, and with that little bit of hurt that she had within her, he had successfully planted his seed of manipulation that would render her as his for as long as he wanted.

Kagome weakly smiled, having heard her name used, her heart beat as well as her breath slowed, though a creepy cold sensation went down her spine when the crimson eyed male stroked her wavy ebony hair. She couldn’t place it, but everything felt so wrong.... but well, at least she knew she could trust this male for he had not taken the jewel shards away from her for his own selfish wishes. As for considering him her mate.... well that still was unbelievable for now.... it would take some getting used to, especially since she could easily feel his demonic evil aura constantly around him. How could she have married such a person while she was a miko?

Naraku had to admit, making the miko believe she was his mate, though a brilliant plan, also meant that he had to act the part, which also meant that he would have to attempt to be as nice as possible to his arch enemy, though in the end, he was sure it would work out in his favor, all of this acting would pay off in the end.

“We will continue looking for the jewel shards once you feel better, for now, why don’t you join me for breakfast?” Naraku asked, offering his hand to the miko, the same girl whom had, on more than one occasion, shot him with her purified arrows, burning through his very flesh. It would be worth it in the end, seeing the pain in the faces of all of her friends, and then, at the very end, he would revel in the pain of this miko whom, at the moment, seemed to trust him as well as his intentions. Yes, it would all be worth it.

Kagome took his hand, and at the same time accidentally shocked him with the burning sensation of her purifying touch, making the great evil, Naraku, hiss in response, withdrawing his hand from hers impulsively. Before he could react in a negative way, for example slapping her while cursing, she took action and immediately took his hand back, this time keeping her miko powers in check, wanting to make sure that he was alright.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I should have known better, here....” Kagome said quickly, turning his hand back and forth in both of her own softer smaller ones. “It looks okay...” Kagome said out loud to no one in particular as she smiled up at him, although he looked at her with indifference. It was her next action that took him off guard, blowing his mind into overdrive. Bringing her face close to the affected appendage, she gingerly brought her lips to his skin, kissing it softly, before looking back at his shocked bewildered gaze. “A kiss, to make it better.” She said, explaining her actions as she continued to hold his hand within her own, blushing at the realization as she let go.

For the first time in his life Naraku felt a genuine smile tug at the corners of his lips, a feeling of relief as well as another unidentified feeling flowing through his twisted demon blood, making his body act of it’s own will when he took both her hands in his, catching her attention once more.

“Thank you.” Naraku said in all sincerity, making it the first time in all of his life that he had ever thanked anyone for anything. How could he have ever thought to strike such a caring person, he would never know, all he knew was that if he didn’t do something to distract him he would be rendered to this young woman before he could do anything to counter it.

Suddenly, without prior warning, Naraku couldn’t stand it anymore, she was being so nice to him while he was conspiring against her, so with a deep breath he led the way, his back facing Kagome while he battled with his inner demons. Every fiber of his collective mind screamed at him for feeling the way he currently was, while every emotion with the exception of those that were ill willed took over and wanted to do nothing more than take the girl in his arms and whisk her away from every bad thing in the world, only to have her to himself. His feelings, according to him, were unimportant at the moment, and the only thing that he had to act upon was his plan of vengeance against the group that had always gotten in his way. He was the epitome of evil, and that was the way it was going to stay. This girl wouldn’t conquer him, he would conquer her, that was the plan, and he would stick to it no matter what.

Walking away from her, however still holding on to one of her hands so as to lead the way, Naraku took his new toy with him to the dining room, there, laid before them, a vast elegant array of breakfast delicacies. The food varied from sweet to meat, everything made perfectly for their first breakfast together.

Kagome had to admit, at the very moment she had stepped into the dinning hall her breath had been taken away momentarily at not only the sight of such things, but also the tantalizing smell of it all, which was enough to make her stomach rumble hungrily in response to it all. Naraku, of course, with the aid of his demon hearing, picked up on the noise her stomach had made, which made him smirk. He couldn’t exactly say why he did, but the fact of the matter was that he did, and quite frankly, he didn’t really care at the moment, with the exception of when Kagome turned to look at him, a blush brightly painted upon her face with the realization that he had heard her body’s cry for food. This made him smile for some reason or another, perhaps because of just how beautifully breathtaking the miko looked whenever she blushed in embarrassment, he didn’t really know, but he quickly pushed it aside, walking to the dining table and pulling out a chair for his self proclaimed mate, Kagome. She gladly took her seat, sending a warm smile up to the handsome male whom had taken so good care of her since she had woken up, perhaps being his mate wasn’t so bad after all.... who could think otherwise with all of the kind treatment he had thus shown.

They ate without speaking, both stealing glances at each other every now and then, and whenever they would meet the other’s gaze on accident; it was always Kagome that would look away in embarrassment, as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, her face blushed every single time. If only one could read her thoughts, then we’d all know just why she would blush so often whenever she would look at him.

He was incredibly good looking, that she absolutely couldn’t deny, especially with him so close to her and with the upper half of his kimono half closed the way it was. It did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest and rippling abs from her curious eyes, and all it did was accomplish that she would try to piece together the rest of his god-like form without the hindrance of his kimono there to cover the rest up. This naturally would make her blush whenever he would catch her looking at him, and thus she would try to rid herself of such thoughts, but as soon as he would look away, those same torturing thoughts would once against resurface and take dominance in her mind.

The torture ended soon enough, which allowed the miko to let out a grateful sigh, only to step into yet another tension filled situation which quickly followed when she clumsily tripped over a stone in the garden they were strolling in. She hadn’t been paying attention to the road ahead of her, because of other much more interesting things to look at, such as the beautiful scenery that laid before her, and as expected, she tripped, but didn’t fall.

Strong arms held her close to the strong heart beat of her captor, her blushing face held comfortably close to the clean musky smell of the skin of Naraku’s wonderfully hard chest. He was so warm and welcoming that she couldn’t help but nuzzle her face closer to his bare skin, her hair tickling the sensitive skin where the upper half of his kimono laid open to expose his soft skin to her, which made him look down curiously to the woman child that was encompassed within his evil embrace. Thick long locks of wavy ebony hair fell from behind his shoulders to curtain away the sight of the girl from any on lookers, allowing him to devour the sight of her with certainty that he was the only one that could see her current action of vulnerability.

Kagome’s heart skipped a beat when she looked up from the chest of her rescuer, for his crimson eyes were tainted with something other than innocently kind feelings of wanting to help, but also of desire tainted with revulsion. She was a miko, she could read these things, but as to why he would feel disgusted with her was a mystery to her, not to mention that it hurt her feelings to no end. Naraku was her mate, wasn’t he? Why would he find her repulsive? Or in that case, why would they be mated to one another if she caused him such awful feelings?

Unbeknownst to her, it wasn’t with her that Naraku was revolted with, but himself for the feeling of raw concern that ate away at his evil intentions as well as the feeling of indescribable want towards his enemy.

It was then that Naraku saw the hurt look in her eyes, reflecting off the deep color of the stormy blue that seemed to swirl with emotion. He couldn’t help what he did next as he ever-so gently lowered himself to the ground, Kagome still in his arms though now she sat comfortably in the lap of her rescuer, his warm breath tickling the area of her neck just below her ear as he held her close to him. Moving one of his hands to grasp the nape of her neck he brought her head to rest against the curve of his frame where his neck sat in between his broad shoulders as his other hand served to draw the rest of her body closer to him so that they were crushed together, her legs on either side of his thighs while the remainder of her was held firmly against his hard body. Kagome felt comforted to say the least, though she also felt the heat that burned on her face from blushing so hard since she had found herself in such a compromising position. Her worries were washed away though, the very minute Naraku breathed in deeply and licked the side of her neck, sending a new set of emotions and sensations coursing through Kagome’s inexperienced body.

Her smell had intensified and Naraku couldn’t stand but to take a deep inhalation of the intoxicating scent that bathed Kagome from head to toe, and then when that didn’t suffice, he tasted her warm sweet skin that openly dispatched the evocative scent, his tongue bombarded with the taste of virgin innocence and delicious arousal.

‘Wait....arousal?’ Naraku thought, and to his great surprise, he smelled a newly added scent that every woman expressed at one time or another, and it served to fuel his inner need to take the miko that was sexually poised on him for his own. His body couldn’t fight against it any longer and evidently expressed what her overwhelming scent did to him.


Kagome was quite taken with the man under her, his simple actions making her feel different, groggy though still energetic, drunken with the wine of desire as her body reacted to his, a warm feeling pooling in her lower abdomen as a new moisture made it’s self known in her private areas where no one had ventured as of yet. Surprised, but not enough to be frightened, she felt something hardening against the fabric of her panties where they met against Naraku’s dark robes and she instinctively reacted by grinding herself against him, reliving some of the growing pressure that was quite unbearable. Kagome’s mouth fell open in a gasp as whatever it was grew harder and larger in reaction to her grinding, and she did it again, her eyes closed as she wrapped her arms around Naraku’s neck while her head was tilted back, giving Naraku perfect access to the creamy skin of her neck.

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