Looking Through the Mirror

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Chapter Four


****Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I do not make any money from this story.
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The voice rang in her head,echoing in the recesses of her mind... she knew that voice, but where? Then it hit her like a sharp blow to her gut. 'Naraku!' Suddenly she couldn't get enough air into her lungs, she choked on her own breath, gasping and sobbing in loud hiccups. Her usual unafraid nature was quickly dissolving, leaving a scared girl, trembling and shaking. Being chained in the presence of someone who kills without mercy, who slaughters the innocent, usually does that to you.

Instinctively she began to fight without avail, pulling in her limbs, contacting, and jerking her chained ankle. She just wanted to get away. She felt hot tears stream down her face as a cold wind blew on her in contrast. That's when she remembered that she had been relaxing in the hot spring before the incident. She was still naked. More tears came and her body went into overdrive try it's hardest to escape. ... 'Could this be any worse? I'm naked and unarmed in front of the bastard that butchered my family.'

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Naraku frowned from his position in the shadows. He should have anticipated the fear-filled sent of the slayer. He was the one responsible for the death of her family, but he did bury her properly along with her brother. He was going to let them go free... he didn't want to take over her brother's mind... he just needed to. If he didn't take control of Kohaku the taijya would never come back. He would never be near her again.... He couldn't bear the thought of it. He wanted her by him, he needed her by him. She was his drug and he was hopelessly addicted. Without her he would wither and fade into the despair and wanting nothingness from which he came. She was the beating within his black heart, the slayer was the force that kept him alive.

Sango's heavy breathing mixed with labored sobs, the sounds of her futile escape attempts broke through the clouds of his mind. He needed to take care of her; make her content with the situation, so he could get her to agree to join with him in the bonds of mating. He needed to be with his future mate. It took all of his restraint to let her rest when he saw her naked body appear in front of him, the vines of a tree youkai that served him wrapped around her arms and legs, holding her in a firm grip. Her little curly nest showing,his eyes feasting upon it along with her nipples which had contracted in the chilly air. He wanted to wake her and right there and then plunge his pulsing member deep within her and fill her with his seed, but she needed to sleep and he needed to woo her. No, he wouldn't force himself on her. That was beneath even him. She would give herself to him wantonly. There would be no other way.

It was even harder now not to take her, just like a certain part of him. She was so beautiful in her current state. He saw her on her hands and knees, kicking and struggling. He had a good view of her nether lips and her jiggling breast. They swayed back and forth as she moved making him want to ravage her forcefully from behind and he growled lowly.

The scent of her salty tears attacked his nose as it joined with the saddening scent of fear. He slowly strided to the scared woman, smelling the scent of sorrow grow with each of his steps. He was so hasty to make her his, to bring her into his presence that he hadn't prepared a way to go about this. Should he touch her? Sooth her? Confess his undying love for her? He just didn't know. He froze a few feet away from the struggling mass. He was at a major loss. 'What the Hell am I going to do...?'

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The taijya heard the gentle pounding of footsteps coming toward her. He was coming closer. She began to fight harder, pulling so hard the shackle around her ankle pulled angrily and scraped of bits of her flesh, leaving a slight stinging sensation on the chaffed flesh. The tears flowed more freely, leaving tiny streams of salty water flowing down her flushed cheeks. She didn't care if he saw her cry or fight or wither in fear. She was already more embarrassed than she had ever been in her entire life. He had managed to capture her, chain her, and degrade her by leaving her in her scarred and naked state. She knew that he could see all of her... he could see everything that she has kept men from seeing.

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Naraku frowned. He could smell small amounts of fresh blood, obviously coming from the rough contact of the chain on her smooth and delicate flesh. She was hurting her self, just slightly, but hurting herself non-the-less, as she tried to escape. 'Does she really despise me that much? This was it' he thought, 'It's now or never. Do or die.' He willed his feet to move forward in the simplest way. One foot dragged in front of the other. One step, one breath at a time he made his way forward until he stood, towering over her fighting form.

Crouching on his knees he looked at her, the panic in her face. Unhurriedly he extended his arms, grabbing her wrist, hauling her upwards to look at his face. She squirmed and fought, trying to wiggle away from him, but he held her firmly, yet gently. He face twisted away from him, sharply turning from side to side, never looking at his face. He didn't want to harm her or punish her, though. She needed to calm down. She needed to understand. Could she not see the want that shone in his red eyes? Surely she could if she would just look at him. She should see it, she put it there.

Part of his wish was suddenly granted. Her body ceased moving except for the movements of her chest, as it rose and fell with each labored breath. 'Finally...'

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Sango felt his surprisingly warm hands grasp her wrists moving her upward. She tried to get out of his hold, jerk out of his touch, but it was useless. Looking away Sango made up her mind. If he was going to kill her she wouldn't go down like this, no. She wouldn't cry or show her panic anymore. Gathering her courage from a secret supply hidden so deep within herself that not even she knew it was there, she went limp and swallowed her sobs, changing and morphing them in to long, drawn out breaths. It wasn't the best mask, but it was better than before. It was a start. If she could just keep this up perhaps she could get away...

She tilted her face towards his glaring at him with defiance. With only the small flicker of flame from the lamp it was hard to see the man that stood in front of her but she tried and her mahogany eyes traced the barely visible outline of his jaw, then cheek, until she reached two red orbs, staring at her. She was somehow, despite everything else she was feeling, amazed at the beauty that was held within those little scarlet circles. They seemed to captivate her and draw her in, making her feel weaker than before, probably from the blood suddenly rushing from her head to another part of her, without her consent.

Butterflies found their way into her stomach and her blood became a scorching fire. Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, bits of flame licking at her womb, her feminine core throbbing with the sudden hear. Her eyes widened at the thought...He was making her aroused? No, that couldn't be. He was her enemy. The object of all her worldly hate. This was the beast that slaughtered her village, her people, her family. He killed for sport and play. She couldn't let this happen. She couldn't allow herself to feel that way towards the vile hanyou even if her body disagreed and wanted him to fix the problem and put out the raging inferno that she herself couldn't put out, not even with her liquid drops of honey that were slowly seeping from between her folds.

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At first Naraku felt surprised, then slightly cocky, for lack of a better word. He saw her gaze move over his face and then small streams of her aroused scent crept into his senses as she stared into his eyes. 'Perhaps this won't be so hard after all...' He could smell her forbidden love dripping down her legs and he wanted to move to taste it so bad, but he doubted that's what she wanted. He could sense how much the taijya hated the way her body felt, but it made him somewhat content, well, except for the pulsing need in his swollen shaft. Her juices smelled far sweeter than any flower and it was taking all of his iron will not to throw her back down on the bed and pound into her until she could no longer walk.

Silently Naraku cursed knowing that he could not...he didn't know how the beautiful Sango felt about him. Of course physical attraction was a start, it could possibly lead her to feel as he felt. She could grow to love him in time and he would just have to be patient. He would wait for an eternity if that's how long it took for her to love him. He would travel through the torrents of Hell and burn himself on the flames as long as she was waiting for him. He would do whatever it took even if it killed him.

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I hope the fact that this chapter is slightly longer than the other ones makes up for the wait. Tell me what you think so far.

Author Notes:

I, Naraku: Is it okay if I use the 'one year' idea as the basis for a new story?

Drake220: Tentacle sex? Huh?

And, I forget who asked me this (I have a horrible memory) but, yes, I do write request. I'm a huge Sango/Sesshomaru and Sango/Naraku shipper. Also I'm working on a Sango/Souta story.

Thanks to:

Red_Wings
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