Teach Me, Train Me, Tame Me

I'm suprised that I was able to update again this month. This chapter came pretty easily compared to the others. So when we last left, a certain little child had caused Naraku's lesson to be cut short...


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“Mitoko-chan, you sure are starting early today,” Sanaa greeted her six year old friend with a small smile and her hands on her hips when she went into the living room. Mitoko turned around and her big brown eyes lit up upon seeing the century old hanyou.

“Sanaa-san,” the child squealed and ran over to give the half demon a big hug. Sanaa giggled as she warmly hugged the child back.

“I missed you too Mitoko-chan.” The child then abruptly pulled away, crossing her small arms and giving the elder female a pout.

“You promised me that you would play with me the other day but you didn’t keep your promise. I’m mad at you.” Sanaa gasped and threw a hand to her chest, pretending that the little girl had hurt her feelings.

“No hime. Please don’t be mad at me. I‘m sorry.” Sanaa playfully bowed in front of the girl. Mitoko began to giggle.

“You’re silly Sanaa-san,” she declared with a huge smile. Sanaa giggled as well.

“Are you hungry hime?” Mitoko quickly nodded her head.

“Hai. Very.”

“Alright then, come with me and I’ll feed you.” Sanaa motioned for Mitoko to follow her, but the little girl didn’t move an inch. She stayed right where she was, seeming to be frozen stiff. Her brown eyes had a weird mix of confusion and fear in them. Sanaa was about to ask what the matter was, but then she saw why Mitoko looked so strange. Naraku had just entered the room and was now staring down at the little girl with a rather unpleasant look. Maybe he was pissed at the child, for she had caused the abrupt ending to his first lesson or maybe it was simply the fact that he didn’t care for children. Whatever it was, one could clearly see the distaste in Naraku’s eyes, fear in Mitoko’s, and annoyance in Sanaa’s. Sanaa sighed as she walked over between the two, starring daggers as she passed the male hanyou. Her gaze softened up when she turned to Mitoko. “Don’t mind him Mitoko. He’s harmless,” she softly said trying to reassure the innocent human. Naraku chuckled a bit as he found his sensei’s statement absurd. Not harmless? HA!

“Lying are we Sanaa-sensei?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice. Sanaa snarled at him which caused him to laugh even more. He then turned his eyes on Mitoko. “Shojo, do not believe this onna here. I am to be feared and I am not harmless. I kill with pleasure and without any hesitation.” His twisted grin became even more evil as he notice the girl begin to quiver with fear. Sanaa smirked as she stood back up in order to meet Naraku at almost eye level.

“Kisama,” she coolly said.

“UNH!” Naraku grunted as he was hurled to the ground by his subjugation necklace, his face now best friends with the floor. He became even more annoyed as he now heard two distinct sounds of laughter. Naraku clenched his teach and his face held a red tint as he starred up at the serpent hanyou, feeling slightly embarrassed. Sanaa only laughed louder.

“See Mitoko-chan, I told you that he was harmless. He might try to be a bad ass and threaten six year old children, but he knows that all I have to do is call out kisama-”

“UNH!”

“-and he will behave. Isn’t that right, Naraku-sama?” Naraku once again snarled at the headstrong woman.

“Mmh!” he curtly replied, wanting to lash out at her with everything in him. Sanaa continued to hold the same devious grin as she returned his response with a simple nod. She then turned back to the small child, her ill smile becoming more genuine.

“Come Mitoko-chan. I shall feed you,” she declared in a warm, inviting tone.

“Hai, Sanaa-san,” Mitoko happily replied while following the hanyou towards the door. Sanaa stopped in the doorway and peered over her shoulder at the man who was now struggling to get to his feet. A small once of guilt swam through her, but the emotion left as quickly as it came. ‘Psh! He deserved it,’ she told herself, ‘intimidating a six year old child. Of all the nerve. Still…maybe I was too…no. No! He deserved it.’

“Naraku, are you hungry?” the she courteously asked. Naraku looked up at his sensei with a very confused expression. She had just slammed him into the ground and now she was trying to feed him and showing…kindness? Was this wench psycho or something?! He was about to refuse the food but the low growl coming from his stomach beat him to the punch. Sanaa looked at him and smiled softly before turning back around and walking into her kitchen. “Come on, oshiego, ” she told him in a gentle voice. Naraku inwardly cursed himself for having to be aided by this woman. ‘When I see Byakuya again, I shall kill him for suggesting this,’ he silently vowed as he followed the two females into the kitchen.


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Naraku sat cross-legged and in complete silence as he watched Sanaa and Mitoko prepare the food. The woman had told the girl several times that she didn’t have to help, but the child insisted on helping her. “You’re my onee-san, Sanaa-san. Imoutou is supposed to help onee-san,” Mitoko declared as she put a few ingredients. Sanaa giggled as she chopped a few onions.

“Onee-san, eh? Has a nice ring to it. Do you really think of me as your big sister, Mitoko-chan?”

“Mmhmm. I sure do. You and Aya-san are both my onee-san.”

“Well if that’s how you feel, then you don’t have to add ‘-san’ to my name. You can just call me Sanaa if you want to or Sanaa-chan if you just have to be polite.”

“Okay,” Mitoko replied with a big smile and nod. Sanaa smiled back at her. The little girl then turned her eyes upon the silent demon who was sitting a few feet in front of her. She studied his face a few moments before turning away. Naraku slightly furrowed his eyebrows, annoyed by the child’s antics and curiosity. As Mitoko continued to help Sanaa cook, she would glance up occasionally in order to look at Naraku. After a while, this repetitive act had completely frustrated the arachnid.

“Shojo, can I help you with something or are you just going to sit and stare at me the whole time?” he harshly hissed at the little girl.

“Why are your eyes red?” she boldly asked him. Both Sanaa and Naraku were surprised that she had been so forward considering that he had basically threatened her life earlier. Sanaa figured that the whole ‘Kisama’ display had taken some of the bite out of Naraku in Mitoko’s eyes.

“My eyes are red because I am a demon,” he responded in an annoyed tone.

“Are you a demon like Sanaa-chan? Her eyes are purple. How come yours aren’t?”

“Because I am not the same kind of demon as she is. I am a spider, she is a snake.”

“What’s your name?”

“Naraku-” he paused and looked at Sanaa, “Naraku-sama.” Sanaa gave him a very sarcastic smirk.

“How old are you?”

“Older than you.”

“Were are you from?”

“Everywhere.”

“Do you like onigiri?”

“…”

“Do you like Sanaa-chan? Are you in love with her? Are you two going to be mates? Why are you so mean? Are you mad at me? You don‘t like me do you?”

“No!”

“Kisa-

“-I mean…yes. Hai, I like you shojo.” He directed his last statement to Sanaa who was currently looking at him with a stern glare as she fanned the steam from the boiling pot in front of them. Like always, red and purple sparked.

“Mitoko, Naraku isn’t much for conversation. Try to refrain from asking so many questions, okay hime? He doesn’t know you like the villagers, Aya, and myself.”

“Hai onee-san,” Mitoko replied, bowing her head respectfully. Sanaa nodded her thanks and leaned over the big pot with a bowl and a pair of chopsticks in her hands.

“It’s ready,” she declared as she fixed a bowl of food for the small child before fixing her student and herself one. Naraku took the bowl of food and eyed it suspiciously.

“What is this? I have never seen this before?” he asked as he picked around the brown substance and rice with his chopsticks.

“It’s called karuvadu kozhumu. It’s a fish flavored curry. It’s quite common in India. Trust me you’ll like it.” Naraku continued to eye the dish suspiciously. He sniffed the aroma and became even more skeptical. It was neither a good nor bad smell. Just…different. Very different. Still, Naraku’s stomach protested his skepticism and before long, the foreign food had passed through his lips and to his surprise, it wasn’t half bad. In fact, it was quite good. Sanaa smirked as she watched him scarf down the food as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. In a few minutes, he was on his second bowl.

“I think he likes it,” Mitoko loudly whispered to Sanaa as she too watched the grazing man in front of them with big, brown eyes. Sanaa giggled and nodded her head in agreement.

“I think he does too, Imoutou. I think so too.”


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Sanaa kept her promise to the mortal child. After breakfast had been eaten, the two friends began to play with one another in the backyard of Sanaa’s small home. Naraku sat on the porch and watched them as they played various games with each other, wondering if he would be able to ‘play’ with the hanyou later on that evening. She had yet to tell him what his reward was and he was becoming very impatient. That damn child was taking up all of the time that Sanaa could have been using in a productive situation. And by productive, he meant screwing him. Still, he seemed to be the absolute last thing on her mind as she continued to play with Mitoko in the warm spring sun.

“I’m going to make a flower crown for Sanaa-hime too,” Mitoko declared as she sat in the grass and began to tie flowers together, her own colorful, floral crown planted on top of her head.

“You mean I get a crown too?” Sanaa asked with playful excited ness. Mitoko grinned and gave a few big nods. She then turned her head to look at Naraku on the porch.

“Should I make one for Naraku-sama too?” she innocently asked as she turned back to the serpent. He question elicited a growl from deep with in him. Him? Wear…flowers?

“Do I look like the type who wants flowers placed upon his head?” he asked the girl in his cold, deep voice. Mitoko bit her bottom lip and shook her head, slightly fearing the iciness in the hanyou’s voice. Sanaa rolled her eyes at the malicious demon before giving the little girl a comforting smile.

“Don’t mind him Mitoko-chan. If he wants to be a grump, then let him. We’ll just have extra fun for him, okay?”

“Okay.” Mitoko piped as she continued to sting flowers. In a few more minutes, she was done and had placed them upon Sanaa’s two toned hair. “Now we’re both princesses,” she declared before hugging the hanyou. Sanaa giggled as she hugged the child back.

As Naraku watched how the two females interacted with each other, he found himself very perplexed. What was so great about having flowers placed upon your head or playing out in the appalling Springtime air and sun? Why were they laughing so much at such trivial things? Why would a small human girl and a hundred old hanyou befriend each other? Was this the thing that people called friendship…or even…love? ‘Ridiculous,’ the spider thought to himself, disgusted with himself for even considering these trivial emotions. ‘A hindrance. That’s all love is. A complete, utter hindrance. I will never love anybody. Lust is as far as I will go and not a single step further. That is what I shall vow to myself.’

Sanaa pulled back the covers on her futon and placed the sleeping child in her bed. The sun had taken its rest and now the human girl was taking hers. Sanaa smiled to herself as she pulled the covers to her neck and gently rubbed her dark locks before giving her a small goodnight kiss on her forehead. “You know Naraku,” she said to the demon whom she knew was now standing behind her in the doorway, “Mitoko means no harm by her actions. All she wants is another friend. You shouldn’t be so mean to her. She is not your enemy.” She rose to her feet and turned around to face Naraku. Her purple gaze locked on his crimson one. “Neither am I, for that matter.” Naraku scoffed as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Is that right now? Is that why you call ‘Kisama’ at every given chance?”

“I mean no harm by it. I’m just an advocate of tough love for those who I feel need it.”

“Tough love my ass.”

“I’m only trying to help you Naraku. Believe it or not, I do the things I do for your own good.”

“Hmph!” Sanaa sighed and lowered her head for a few moments. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so hard on him, but then again, she couldn’t go easy on him either. Maybe…maybe his reward would help somewhat.

“Come with me,” she instructed as she passed her student in the doorway.

“Where are we going?”

“I promised to reward you, did I not? So come on.” Naraku furrowed his brow, but did as he was told and began to follow her out of her home and into the night.

Needless to say that by the time they arrived at their destination, Naraku had already come to the conclusion that his reward would not be sexual. He doubted that Sanaa would reward him with sex after hearing her ‘tough love’ explanation. So what was this reward?


----------------------------------------------------------------Sanaa walked a little ahead of Naraku until she finally stopped at a treeless area at the top of the hill that was adjacent to the Tsukamoto Village. The area was quiet and clear. The sky in plain view up above their heads, filled with millions of stars and a bright waning moon. Not a cloud to be found. Sanaa sat in the tall grass and patted the space next to her, telling him to come sit down too. “Is this my reward, Sanaa-sensei?” he asked the serpent, seriously hoping that she would say no.

“Yes. It is, Naraku,” she replied without even so much as glancing his way. They were both quiet for a few moments, but for very different reasons. Naraku’s was an angry silence where as Sanaa’s was more thoughtful. She would end up being the first to speak. “Naraku,” she began, turning towards the onigumo to look him dead in the eye, “why do you not want to be loved? I’m not even asking you why don’t you love, I’m just asking you why don’t you want to be loved?”

“I never said that I didn’t want to be loved.”

“No, you didn’t, but you sure do act that way.”

“Is this about that girl again?”

“More or less. She really did bring out a side in you that troubles me though. It is definitely a hindrance to my teaching, that’s for sure.”

“Why would it be? I don’t have to be loved in order to be fucked.” Sanaa sighed deeply.

“I want you to have the best possible mate you can Naraku. I wouldn’t have done my job as your sensei otherwise. But I need you to help me, help you.” Silence once again fell upon the two half demons. Naraku blankly stared up above him at the millions of tiny stars twinkling the sky. ’Help her, help me? What is she talking about?,’ he thought to himself, pondering the hanyou’s words.

“What is your connection to that girl?” he asked after a while, turning from the stars to his instructor. “Why do you care for her so?” Sanaa chuckled to herself a little before responding.

“Easy. I care for her because I love her.”

“Love?”

“Mmhmm. Love. Mitoko is an orphan. She is originally from a village a couple miles away, close to the village where my friend Aya lives. Mitoko’s father died when she was very young and a few years after his death, her mother began to court a demon. Well, obviously the humans in her village didn’t like that very much, so they stoned Mitoko’s mother to death and beheaded the demon whom she was with. They then burned Mitoko’s house down and banished the little girl from the village. I guess they had enough heart in them not to kill her. Mitoko was wondering out in the snow with no shoes, barely enough clothes, and absolutely no food in her stomach. She was near death when Aya found her. Aya’s village wouldn’t accept Mitoko either, so she brought her to this village and now she lives amongst the different villagers, although she stays with me the most.”

“Why do you live amongst humans?” Sanaa turned her eyes away from Naraku when he asked the question. She forced a smile to mask how uncomfortable she felt at the moment. The memories of why she came to live in the Tsukamoto Village were too fresh and too painful to remember. She was still not yet ready to talk about it.

“Let’s just say…that I can somewhat…empathize with Mitoko’s situation to a certain extent. I’ll leave it at that.”

“Meaning, you’re not going to tell me?”

“It’s not an interesting story osheigo. Really. I‘d much rather hear about your past.”

“There’s not much to say. I killed a lot of people, got the jewel, which I gave to you, and ruled over a couple of minions. That’s pretty much my story.”

“No special lady in any of that?” Sanaa jokingly asked which caused Naraku to give her an annoyed grunt. Sanaa giggled. “I was only kidding Naraku.”

“What is with your big fascination of love anyways? I just don’t see the point in it.”

“What is with the fascination that you have with not loving? I can’t see the logic in that.” Naraku grunted and looked away for a few moments. Sanaa sighed and scooted a little closer to him. She slipped her hand underneath his haori and planted it firmly against his chest. Naraku turned back to her, mouth slightly open in confusion. “I can feel your heart beating,” she softly told the spider hanyou, voice as soft as a petal of a rose, “your heart beats strongly too. I’m amazed that a heart this strong doesn’t know how to love. You asked me what my fascination of love is. It’s really hard to explain, but I’ll do the best that I can. All I can say is that love is knowing that you have at least one person in this world that has your back no matter what. A person who you can share your deepest, darkest, most intimate secrets with. A person who won’t betray you and a person who knows even your worst sides, but still doesn’t judge you for it. Love is also spending quality time with each other, like we’re doing now. That is what love is to me, Naraku.”

“Are you trying to say that you love me, Sanaa-sensei?” Naraku said with a slight chuckle.

“I’m getting there,” Sanaa replied with a soft smile, which caused Naraku to tense up so much. The beautiful woman noticed and laughed. “Calm down. I might be starting to love you but I’m certainly not in love with you. I might be a romantic but I’m not crazy.” Oddly enough, the woman’s response drew a small smile out of Naraku. Sanaa figured he was relieved that he wasn’t the love interest of somebody, which she understood, what with him being Naraku and all. “Believe it or not Naraku, you’re actually quite nice to be around when you’re not being an ass and all.”

“Could say the same for you.”

“I bet you could. So I’ll tell you what. If you can refrain from being such baka about stuff, then I will make your next lesson more sensual than the last. Do we have a deal?”

“I’ll consider it.” Sanaa grinned at him.

“That’s all I ask.” She climbed out of the grass and dusted her kimono off. Naraku got up as well. “Let’s go back home. Mitoko shouldn’t be at home alone for too long.” Naraku replied with a nod and the two began to head down the hill on their way home.


----------------------------------------------------------------Naraku slipped past Sanaa’s open bedroom after getting himself a midnight snack. He paused for a minute to glance at the two sleeping women cuddled up next to each other. The way the moonlight shone down upon her made Sanaa look near goddess like as she slept; a beauty that Naraku could not help but notice. ‘I guess she’s not so bad. So mysterious and strange though,’ he thought to himself, continuing on his way back to his own bedroom. He knew that Sanaa had intentionally avoided his question on why she lives with humans. He also knew that whatever the reason was, was somehow connected to those scars on her back and cheek, the bloody sword in her closet, and possibly even the reason why she doesn’t want a mate. ’Oh well, it doesn’t concern me,’ Naraku thought as he laid down in his bed falling asleep almost instantly.


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Japanese Words
-hime: princess

-onna: woman

-onee-san: big sister

-imoutou: little sister

-onigiri: rice ball


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A/N: Mitoko is a cutie no? lol.

I'm guessing that I'll probably make the next chapter more explicit. A lime, maybe? I don't know, but I DO know that Naraku will be learning about one of the five senses. Which will it be? Touch? Taste? Sight? We will just have to wait and see...

Thank you for reading and don't be skurred to review lol ^_^