Forbidden Love

Chapter 5- Second Day

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Took me a while to get this morning scene just right. Writing it over and over and over again… I hope it’s satisfactory.


Morning came. Even though Mr. Sun shone his brightest during this time of year, the luminous castle somehow remained dark and gloomy. The large room was fairly lit up, but not enough to be warm. But even so, Kagome’s internal clock began to rouse her precisely at 7am. At 7:10 Kagome yawned and rubbed the sand out of her eyes. She loved waking up toasty warm. She groaned. Inuyasha would be yelling at her to get up any minute now. She mentally pleaded for 10 more minutes and snuggled closer to...

Hmm...

The bundle she was pressed up against didn't feel like Shippo or her sleeping bag. Kagome's foggy brain began to think and analyze.

Bare skin on her cheek. A large, warm hand on her back. Another large, warm hand on her ribs. She opened one eye. A very nicely sculpted chest. Perfectly chiseled abs. Lean arms. Broad shoulders. Thick, manly neck. A curling lip. Pretty black hair she wanted to trade for her own. A perfectly straight nose. Smooth skin, smirking black eyes. High cheekbones. Eyebrows less bushy than hers.

Equals...?

Hmmm...

“KYYYYAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Naraku's ears rang from the shrill scream. He grimaced.

"Miko-"

"AIIEEEEEE!"

"Cease your-"

"EEEEEEEEK!"

"Squawking-"

"AAAHHHHHH!"

"Now-"

"PERVERT! HENTAAAAAAI!"

The hand that had been resting on her rib cage, which, she noticed, was dangerously close to her breast, wrapped around her throat, effectively choking her to silence.

He gave her a glaring look, which she returned with one of her own accusing one. It was unbefitting to the intimate positions of their body, both of them lying on their side in each other’s arms. She fell asleep in her white skirt, now spoiled, and her pink shirt. So, while she slept, the skirt rode up and was bunched around her waist, showing plenty of her legs. Of course she didn't have her shoes or socks. Naraku, meanwhile, had one leg between hers and his chest was still exposed. Kagome blushed at how close his knee was to her Forbidden Place. He smirked. She took in a deep breath and his hold on her neck loosened slightly. She reached up and cupped his face with both hands. His eyes became more serious and less mocking.

She scowled. "I can't breath. Let go of me you stupid perverted molester!" She pinched his cheeks and pulled, stretching them and distorting his face.

To her surprise, he also squeezed her cheeks and pulled them hard enough, she swore, to give lasting damages. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" she cried, and for a few moments they were at a war with each other.

Naraku won the battle, and Kagome let go of his face. He released her. Cheeks red and eyes stinging, Kagome almost slapped him. She crawled away from him, mumbling to herself in near panic. "No, nothing happened. They say there's blood on your first time, and there's no blood and I feel fine..."

“You didn’t complain last night when I kept you warm.”

“Shut up!”

“You also seemed to have enjoyed it.”

“We didn’t… I did not enjoy anything! Go away!”

Naraku rose and tidied up his clothes. He strode past her with a smug look on his face, and left.

“That jerk…” She sighed and fidgeted, muttering under her breath. “I need to get out of here. Dangerous, dangerous. That sneaky punk!” She rambled on continuously, trying to think of a solid plan to get out.

‘I could do the ‘rushing the fort’ thing and just run off… Oh great, my stupid leg should come in handy. Purify him to smithereens? Powers not working. Hand combat? I can’t even stand properly. Oh if there was only something in this stupid room I could choke him with…’

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Anyhow… Naraku sleeps? I didn’t know that…”

The door slammed open and Kagome felt all her hair rise up on end. Naraku came in with a bowl of hot water and breakfast. Surprise.

“All creatures must sleep.”

‘Next time, I’ll wake up as silent as a mouse and sneak out while he’s sleeping…’ She gave him a grumpy look. “I know that!” Kagome folded her legs and hugged her knees, trying not to stare at the food, which, she noticed, he purposely kept away from her. “I just meant, I didn’t think you were the type to let other people see you sleep, that’s all.”

“Unlike you, clearly.”

“That has nothing to do with you now does it?” She snapped at him.

“Temper, temper. You didn’t mind me seeing you sleep last night now did you? In fact, I seem to recall a certain little miko stripping me of my clothes,” his hand went to his obi and Kagome squeaked. “And even fondling my chest you seem to admire so much.”

Kagome shook her head and lifted her eyes to his face. She tried not to blush. “No!”

Naraku waved a hand dismissively. “Indeed, little miko. But your body doesn’t compare.”

Kagome grabbed the bowl of steaming water and threw it at his head. It fell to his lap, but not before soaking his head and torso. “You asshole! You can’t judge me like that! Who do I not compare to, hmm?? I bet you’ve never even been laid!”

Naraku splashed the remaining water on her face, shocking her to squeaky gasps. “Have you, my little miko? I always get what I want. You should know that.”

“I hate you!” Kagome rubbed her face with her hands. It was beside the point that she didn’t have any kind of experience. She chased away the memory of Inuyasha and Kikyo. “You think you’re so great, acting all high and mighty and arrogant, and taunting me like you own me. But you’re just another scared hanyou!”

She lifted her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist and held it so tight she thought her leg cast might get a friend. “You’re hurting me!”

He let go of her roughly. He looked like he also wanted to slap her and she recoiled from his gaze. ‘I want to get out of here.’

He cupped her chin and pulled her towards him, hard. She felt his cold claws dig into her skin and shut her eyes. He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, his voice low and dangerous. “Never call me ‘hanyou’. Not if you aren’t unhappy with your current accommodation arrangements.”

She felt his breath on her skin and shivered. Jerking away from his grasp, she turned away and settled for giving him the silent treatment. They both flicked water out of their bangs. Naraku glared at Kagome and Kagome glared at the floor, for a very long time.

A bird might have chirped. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I need to go pee!” she blurted out.

Naraku tilted his head in boredom. Without a word he pushed the now empty basin towards her.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she fumed. “Why am I even asking you anyway? I really have to go!” She got on her hands and knees and began crawling towards the door. Naraku got up and silently followed, admiring the view from behind. Not that he cared how nice her legs were. Kagome jiggled the wooden frame. “Open it! Open it!”

“No.”
”Argh!” She howled in fury and slammed herself into the sliding door, and, to her surprise, made a Kagome-shaped hole in it. “… …”

Naraku stepped close behind her. “You are destroying my home, woman.”

Kagome looked behind her, eyes rounded from unexpected surprise. “Ah… Ah… Oops?”

Oh the irony.

She hobbled to her feet and half hopped, half slid down the hallway. The decorations of the engraved patterns on the floor, the pillars, were all in detailed unison. The screen doors were all painted with different landscapes, some featuring bamboo and red sunsets, or a tall cliff near an ocean, and another dictating two women with paper umbrellas taking a walk through a garden in the summer rain. Lanterns were hung on the wall at regular intervals between rooms with different kanji letters on them, but she was too busy finding a potty to care.

It really wasn’t that awkward when Naraku swooped her into his arms and carried her to the hole in the ground with a little wooden structure around it. May be it was better than having him behind her at any rate. It only got weird when it looked like he was going to stay and watch her squat on the ground.

The infuriating little… “Thank you,” she spat out a little sarcastically.

He didn’t move.

“Bye.”

“… …”

“Get. Out.”

“I thought perhaps you would need more assistance.”

“Get out you pervert! I’m not a kid!”

“Fine.”

No, it didn’t really get that bad until Kagome tried bolting for it.

“EEEEK HELP!”

She didn’t make it half way across the courtyard.

Now she sat back in her lovely room, glowering at the wall, arms crossed, mood sour, nose drippy, knees straight, and the source of her irritation and misery working on her broken joint again. It didn’t feel that much better when his warm hands were massaging her anyway. Probably came naturally from practiced groping. Not that Naraku ever groped her….

Kagome’s distressed mind played a little scene in which Naraku the wolf pounced on her with an evil grin while she slept. May be then he’d spank her for her earlier disobedience. He seemed like the kinky type.

She shook her head wildly and chased away her imaginations. She was only letting him touch her because she severed her torn tendons even more when she tried to run on it. It hurt, too.

Just to spite him she thought about another escape plan while she was under his nose. Running, obviously, wasn’t a good idea. ‘That doesn’t leave a lot of choices does it?’ She sighed.

Escape Plan B?

Her mind played another mini scene. This time Kagome in a black outfit crept through the castle while the Mission Impossible theme song played in the background. She threw a rope with a hook over the walls and leapt over. Then next morning, Naraku will find her long gone. Forgetting herself, she broke into a fit of giggles and chuckles. She didn’t notice Naraku was now rubbing her knees either.

“OOOO-HOHOHOHO!” Kagome laughed gleefully. “Kekeke…”

"Do you always laugh at yourself?"

Kagome grinned, her lips stretching wide and revealing her teeth. She watched him work on her cast. ‘Wait a minute… Oh! Oooh oooh yes!’ A rather reasonable plan popped into her head.

He gave her smile a suspicious look. She giggled excitedly. “Nope!” She was so happy with her own brilliance that she even wanted to hug Naraku.
First things first.

“Say, where’s that Kagura and Kanna people?”

His fingers twitched annoyedly. “It’s none of your concern.”

“Hmph. What about Kohaku?”
”Who?”

Kagome glared at him, her rage suddenly boiling. He didn’t even know his name? “Sango’s little brother, jerk!”

He looked away and stared at the wall. “Why do you care for the runt?”

‘I’d love to pummel his stupid face.’ She grit her teeth. “So when I run away from you I can take him with me and bring him back to his sister, that’s why!”

“You are not going anywhere, and you are not leaving my side.”
”Yes I am, you jerk! Argh! What makes you think I’m going to stay here? I hate you!”

“I will not let you leave.”

“I’d rather die.”

“I will not kill you.” but if you continue to resist me, I will… break you.

He turned his dark eyes toward her and gazed at her calmly without wavering.

She glared back, but looking into those mysterious eyes, being surrounded by the source of evil, and the reason why she was there in the first place, and what she would be going back to if she ever got free, and being with him, being unafraid of him and having something to thank him for, broke her insides, and she cried.

She drew her knees to her chest and sobbed quietly.

With each tear she felt her strength and energy being drained away, and the same unnatural coldness take their place in her blood.

And it was his fault, he was doing it, and he was being rude and he wasn’t being cruel or hurting her, and she wasn’t strong enough and she couldn’t do anything. If she could do something she didn’t know what, and why was she so confused and tired?

Naraku sat and listened to her cry until the sun set behind his home, but it felt like it had never risen to begin with.