Teach Me, Train Me, Tame Me

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Dawn was when Naraku decided to set off for his journey to the Tsukamoto Village near Mt. Fuji. He pondered in his head as to what type of woman this Sanaa was. Not only that, but he wondered what type of demon she was as well. He had asked Byakuya these questions, but his incarnation only replied that he did not see her personally. So for the rest of that night she continued to remain a mystery. Still, that only seemed to intrigue Naraku more. Sleep seemed to be a thing of the past as he laid in bed last night, running over and over in his head as to what Sanaa looked like, but more importantly as to how great were her skills of sensuality and passion. He had read a few of the scrolls she had written about eroticism and erotic acts and had been very pleased. She knew of many different types of aphrodisiacs and stimuli. Her views and methods of sensuality were very unique and seemed to be foreign to Feudal Japan. Yes, her scrolls tantalized Naraku’s mind and he KNEW that she could tantalize his body even further.

It was a little after sunrise when Naraku made it to the Tsukamoto Village. Like his loyal servant had mentioned before he left, it was very secluded and seemed to be off of the map. The village was small and not very elaborate as he had expected it to be. Not only that but the village was full of humans. He could tell by the lack of auras that surrounded the place. So why would a demon choose to live among humans? Still, the only thing that mattered was that he had found the one he was searching for. “You there! Shojo!” Naraku called out to a small human child who was running around and playing with a ball. The girl instantly froze upon hearing Naraku’s low and icy voice. She slowly turned her head and became frightened as the demon who was much bigger than her approached her. Naraku sensed her fear and mustered up a charming smile. Not one that genuinely held warmth, but one that he used so it would be easier for him to get his way. He knelt so he would be at eye level with the brown-eyed girl. “Hello. Little girl, can you assist me with something?”

“Y-Yes,” the still scared child replied.

“Good. I am looking for a woman named Sanaa. Do you know her?” Some of the fear then left the girl’s face and a small smile replaced it.

“Mmmhmm. Yes, I know Sanaa-san.”

“Lead me to her,” Naraku ordered. The child nodded her head and began to skip down the path of the village. Naraku strolled along behind her, passing various whispering and frightened humans along the way. He knew that he was the subject of their conversations. It could have been because of his unique appearance or it simply could have been because he was a demon. He didn’t know and to be honest, he could have cared less.

The small girl finally stopped in front of a small house towards the end of the village. She slid open the front door and helped herself inside, Naraku following right behind her. “Sanaa-san? Sanaa-san? Are you home?” the girl called out. While she continued to cry out and search for the woman whom he sought after, Naraku couldn’t help but notice his exotic surroundings. The house was adorned with fine silks and paintings which he knew were not of Japan. The home also contained statues and scrolls that hung on the walls that were written in a script that was clearly not Japanese. Not only that, but the house smelled of a strange, yet pleasing scent that Naraku had not smelled before until now. Who was this Sanaa? What was she? “Sanaa-san? Sanaa-san, are you here?”

“Calm down Mitoko-chan. I was just out in the bath house,” a warm voice suddenly spoke up. Hearing the voice of the woman he had been looking for only seemed to make Naraku more curious, for it contained an accent that was foreign to Japanese culture as well. “So Mitoko-chan, what brings….” Sanaa’s voice trailed off when she entered the main room of her home. Naraku’s eyebrows slightly rose upon seeing the mysterious woman for the first time. Shiny, black hair with dark purple streaks that ended just above her breast. Almond shaped eyes of an equally dark purple color. A purple marking upon her forehead, no doubt a symbol of her clan. She was of average height and of average build, although he couldn’t tell from the loose fitting red Kimono she wore. But what stood out the most to him was her skin tone and a scar that was on her right cheek. Her skin was bronze colored, hinting that she wasn’t of Japanese heritage and the scar seemed to hint that she had been in a great skirmish of some sort. Still, he thought that the rumors about her did her justice for he did indeed find her very beautiful. “Mitoko-chan, who is this?” The beautiful, half demon serpent of Indian, African, and Japanese descent asked her young friend. Mitoko shrugged her shoulders.

“He said that he wanted to meet you, so I brought him to see you,” she replied. Sanaa nodded her head and walked over to the demon who had just entered her home. The two stared at each other in silence for a few moments as if trying to read one another. Sanaa noticed the coldness in his exotic looking red eyes and Naraku noticed an equal coldness in her purple ones.

“Mitoko-chan,” she called out to the girl while continuing to stare at Naraku, “will you please excuse us. I promise to catch up with you later.”

“Yes Sanaa-san,” Mitoko replied. The human child bowed respectfully before running out of the hanyou’s home. Sanaa and Naraku continued to look at one another for a few moments.

“What is your business here?” she asked after a while.

“I came to ask for you assistance with something.” Sanaa cocked a brow.

“Assistance? With what?” A sly grin turned Naraku’s lips.

“With mating,” he coolly replied. Sanaa’s eyes instantly narrowed.

“I have no desire to obtain a mate,” she firmly said.

“You misunderstand me, Sanaa-san. I meant that I need your help in finding a mate. I desire that you teach me all that you know about seduction and sensuality.” Sanaa crossed her arms and continued to hold her suspicious composure.

“Sorry, but I am not for sale. If you want to learn about my methods then I suggest that you purchase one of my scrolls.”

“I have read your scrolls before and I find them very appealing….however…I would like to learn from the writer herself. I desire a first hand experience.”

“Well, you have wasted you time coming here then, for like I said, I am not for sale.” Sanaa turned around and began to walk away.

“What if I told you that if you taught me, I could give you the Shikon no Tama in return,” Naraku called out to her, trying his best to persuade her. It seemed to work, for Sanaa stopped dead in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder and back at Naraku.

“The Shikon no Tama?”

“The one and only. I see you have heard of it?” She then turned around fully.

“I have. But I heard that it was in the possession of a very wicked demon named Naraku. You….you wouldn’t happen to be him, would you?” Naraku chuckled a bit, pleased that even she knew of him.

“I see that both of our reputations proceed us. Yes. I am Naraku. You have heard of me, huh?” Sanaa had indeed heard a lot about him. She had heard that he was a very evil and manipulative hanyou that could not be trusted. Yet, she did not hear that all of this malice was concealed in a very attractive shell.

“Yes. I have heard of you before. I heard that you were the coldest of cold….so...why would you want to have a mate?” Naraku chuckled again.

“Well, I am a man after all. A man has desires. I’m no different than any other healthy male.”

“I see. So you want a mate for the sexual pleasures and not for the love or companionship.”

“Mmm, basically.” Sanaa didn’t really like the fact that his only reason of wanting a mate was for the sex. That meant that he didn’t care how she felt about anything or what made her happy, just as long as she was able to satisfy him. Sanaa was a very headstrong and opinionated woman, so the thought of a female being merely used as a sexual tool didn’t sit well with her. To her, if anybody was going to be the sex toy, it should be the man. Not the woman.

“I refuse to teach a man with such chauvinistic opinions. I’m not one to teach how a man can obtain a whore. I only advise men in obtaining mates, nothing else. And if you are confused, a mate and a whore is not synonymous.” Her response offended Naraku a little. Was she defying his wishes? Did she actually have the audacity to turn him down? Still, he remained calm and continued to try and persuade her.

“Don’t think so little of me Sanaa-san. I am just not the type of man who is interested in love. That’s all. But I really would like it if you would teach me all that you know. If you do, I promise to give you the Shikon no Tama. I’m sure that you could find great use for it.” He reached into his haori, pulled out the Shikon Jewel, and held it up for Sanaa to see. Her purple eyes twinkled upon seeing the bright, pink jewel. She knew that the jewel could give one great power if they had it in their possession. So why would Naraku want to give it up? He could be deceiving her. Still, Naraku’s darkness and smugness intrigued her. Not to mention that she had never taught someone first hand about her methods of intimacy. There was also the fact that she did find him quite attractive.

“So….you only want me to teach you my methods so you can find a suitable mate?”

“Correct.”

“And you’re not here to mate me?”

“Well…you say that you don’t desire one, so no.”

“This is strictly a business agreement. No strings attached.”

“None whatsoever.” Sanaa sighed.

“Very well Naraku. You have yourself a deal.” Naraku smiled triumphantly as he handed the snake hanyou the priceless jewel.

“Arigato, Sanaa-san,” he respectfully said. Sanaa nodded but was still very leery of the spider demon. Nevertheless, she had already agreed to tutor him and accepted his payment.

“Follow me,” she instructed him. Naraku obeyed and followed Sanaa to the back of her house and into a room which proved to be the hanyou’s bedroom. “Close the door.” Naraku obeyed his new sensei and slid the screen door shut. “Take off your clothes.” This order pleased Naraku. He didn’t expect to be taught so suddenly. He did as she said and began to strip of his clothing. Sanaa looked over her shoulder and smirked. She was pleased with what she saw. The dark haired hanyou had a very enticing body. Not to mention that he was well equipped. “Before I begin instructing you, I want to see what you already know,” she began as she loosened the belt around her kimono. “So pretend that I was just like any other woman that you would have relations with and not your sensei. Treat me like you would treat any other female. I want to see you naturally so I can get an idea of where I should start.” Sanaa let the loose fitting kimono slide off of her body. She had just gotten out of the bath when Mitoko and Naraku entered her home, so she didn’t have time to put on her undergarments. Naraku bit his lip upon seeing the nude woman. His earlier assumption of an average figure was wrong. That kimono she wore had mislead him. Sanaa had very nice curves…although, something else seemed to catch Naraku’s interest as well. There was another large and noticeable scar on her back, similar to the smaller one on her cheek. They were definitely battle scars, but why would she have those? She didn’t seem like the type of demon who would be a fighter. However, the thought didn’t last long for the fact that he had a nude woman in front of him seemed to knock Naraku back into consciousness. She had ordered him to treat her like he would any other woman….and oh did he plan on doing just as his sensei had asked.