Naraku Giveth and Naraku Taketh Away

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Chapter 6: One is Two

With the bright light invading his senses, it was hard to find the object of his desire; nevertheless, Naraku continued his search in the clearing. After seeing the miko come between Decima’s attack and Inuyasha, he had rushed to help her, but he was too late. Now, with the blinding light all around, his dark nature was turned against him. The field was flooded with her holy energy as well as Decima’s evil energy. Naraku grew fed up with the situation and summoned more of his miasma. The substance surrounded him and blocked out the still bright light filling the clearing. He flowed around the area looking for the girl. All the while, he rued himself for not stepping in sooner. He knew the power of his spawn well. “I should have called him off.” He thought mournfully as his red orbs appraised the scene laid before them. Inuyasha lay sprawled against a tree. The blast had knocked him back into his hanyou form. He eyes were hidden from Naraku’s view, and he lay still. “I should kill this nuisance now.” Naraku thought, his eyes narrowing on the hanyou with distaste. With a flick of his hair he turned from the hapless fool. He had more important things to worry about at the moment. Given Decima’s easy victory over him, Naraku wasn’t worried. Not that he had ever been worried. He could have easily finished off the hanyou at any time, but it was more fun to destroy his whole world first. He glided around the clearing, cushioned on his poison, and headed for the forest. She had to be there, he had already searched through much of the clearing with no sign of her. He fervently hoped the attack hadn’t killed her. As he approached the trees, he caught sight of a familiar form. The girl was sprawled at the base of a huge tree. Blood smeared the bark around her and clung to her hair and face. He approached her with concern written on his face, and parted his miasma, so as not to poison her. He picked her up. She was limp and unresponsive. He felt her wrist and found a faint pulse. She was alive, barely. He held her close to his chest in a light embrace as he took flight. Her eyes fluttered open and his crimson depths met her mauve orbs. She blinked at him in fuzzy awareness before shutting her eyes once more. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. “At least she isn’t comatose.” He thought as he stared down at her sleeping form. He could feel her gentle heat through his robes. It made him hard with desire. The air currents blew her skirt upwards for a moment and he caught sight of her strange undergarment. The lacy white garment taunted him and made him harder. He wanted to rip it to shreds and have at the flesh beneath. His eyes glowed as they appraised her lithe form. The object of his desires was so close at hand. He gazed back up at her face and his fantasy faded at the sight of her blood. “This is not the time.” He thought and closed his eyes. He reached over to his sleeve and ripped a piece of cloth from it. He used this to wipe at the blood on the girl’s face. He brushed her hair from her face and for the first time noticed how beautiful she was. Oh, he always knew she was pretty, but had never actually seen her close enough to know her true beauty. She stirred in his arms, her blood free face nuzzling his chest. He smiled down upon her sleeping form as his flight carried them closer to his domain.

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The light was blinding. His usually keen eyesight was of no use to him here. He wandered blindly around in search of the miko. “She has to be here somewhere.” Sesshoumaru thought as he sightlessly groped around the clearing. He refused to let her be ripped from his knowledge for a second time. Seeing her die this soon after finding out that she was still alive was something he would not tolerate. As he continued his blind search, he noticed Naraku. “So,” he thought as he watched the miasma enshrouded form disappear into the whiteness “he is searching for something as well.” He only hoped that the object of Naraku’s desire was not the miko. “She will be mine, and mine alone.” He thought as jealousy burned in the pit of his stomach. He would not stand for another man tainting his pure miko. Feeling a renewed sense of urgency, the lord continued his search for the girl. He would stop at nothing to find her. It had been foolish of him to allow her to remain with his baka half-brother for so long, a mistake he would not repeat. As soon as he found her, he would take his leave, with her in tow. He moved around the clearing, still in search of his prize, and gradually came to the old well which led into her world. The light was starting to fade, and he could clearly see her crumpled form its base. She lay impassive, her head turned to one side. Bloody hair stuck to her forehead, the grass, and the side of the well. He bent over her form and cocked his head. He could just make out her faint heartbeat. She was alive. Elation raced through him at this discovery. He scooped her up with his arm and used his boa to help him hold her. Having her near to him felt so right. He couldn’t imagine it any other way. Now that he had her in his grasp, he would never again let her go.

Parts of his white boa turned crimson with the miko’s blood as he wrapped it around her. She moaned in distress as his fingers brushed a wound on her side. It was oozing blood onto the ground as well as his boa. He frowned down at the lesion. That damn spawn of Naraku had hurt her. “He will rue the day he crossed this Sesshoumaru.” He vowed as he took to the air with the girl in his arms. He surveyed the area in search of his half brother and found him lying in a pool of blood at the base of one of the forest’s many trees. He landed gracefully beside the hanyou. Leaning in, he detected a faint heartbeat. Inuyasha was alive, but just barely. The combination light and dark attack had dealt him a severe blow, leaving him on the brink of death. As Sesshoumaru looked down on him, he shuddered and drew a breath, his last. He exhaled slowly and all was silent. Sesshoumaru looked placidly at his dead, half-breed brother. This was what he had wanted for so long right? No. Contrary to popular belief, the thought of Inuyasha being dead brought him no satisfaction. He didn’t hate his brother, just disapproved of the way Inuyasha carried himself. He didn’t even try to make himself worthy of his father’s blood.

Sesshoumaru set the miko down nearby his brother. His boa fell from her form and landed soundlessly on the ground. He drew his famous sword, Tenseiga and lifted it high into the air. He looked at the dead hanyou and saw the creatures of the underworld climbing all over his body. With one fell swoop, he destroyed them all. In that instant, Inuyasha’s eyes opened and he drew a shaky breath. He looked wildly around him until his eyes came to rest on his savior, his enemy, his brother, Sesshoumaru.

With his work done, Sesshoumaru scooped up the miko once more and took to the air, leaving the dazed hanyou behind. Inuyasha raised a hand and shouted after them, wanting the miko back. Sesshoumaru paid him no heed, he held his prize and kept flying westward, towards his home.

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Brown eyes met crimson as the girl’s lids fluttered open. For a minute, she didn’t know who the eyes belonged to. Then the realization dawned on her. “Naraku.” She said as she struggled to stay awake, he lids like bricks. He was sitting at the foot of her bed, watching her. His sensuous lips curved into a smirk and he remained silent. Kagome looked around the room, trying to avoid the gaze of her greatest enemy, her greatest desire. Behind him, shoji hung at the entrance to the room. On her left, a window let a few rays of gloomy moonlight. An ornate silver mirror gleamed on her right, a wooden table blocking part of the right side. Several candles flickered on its polished surface.

Not wanting to gaze at the real thing, Kagome looked at Naraku in the mirror. His ebony hair hung seductively down his back, a few strands blowing in the faint breeze. His crouched form spoke of power; Kagome could sense the rippling muscles moving just under the surface of his clothes. He could easily strike her down; she was far too weak to do anything to him. Strangely, this thought aroused her. Perhaps being at his mercy wasn’t such a bad thing. “What am I thinking!” she vehemently thought as she let her eyes fall shut. “This is Naraku! He would never care for me…” A single tear left the corner of her eye as she drifted back into the sleep of the dead.

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Naraku had been watching the girl for some time before she awoke. He had brought her straight from the battlefield, tended to her wounds, and gently set her aside to sleep it off. She had been injured, but was not in dire straits. She would undoubtedly recover in a week or so.

He had been very surprised that she woke up when she did. She didn’t wake up when on the flight to his castle, or when he undressed her, not even when he tended her still fresh wounds. It had been at a time when he was doing absolutely nothing to her, just staring. He idly wondered if that had been what woke her up. It didn’t matter. The way she spoke his name and the spicy aroma of her slight arousal had excited him. He couldn’t believe she was attracted to him. The thought made him smile. When she cried, he could feel his heartstring being plucked. He waited until she was asleep before tenderly wiping her tears away with his thumb. He brought his digit to his mouth and tasted the salty sweetness of her. It was a fine taste indeed.

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A strong arm encircled her. It was her whole world. The only sensation she felt was the warmth from its embrace. Gradually she became aware of the fierce sound of disturbed air, then other sensations returned. In her mouth was the coppery taste of blood, something soft and fuzzy was wrapped around her waist and seemed to be supporting her along with the arm. Her eyelids felt heavy, way too heavy to open. She struggled for a minute and finally managed to open one eye. Silvery waves of hair blew in the wind. She could not make out the owner of the hair, her vision was too blurry. As her vision started to clear, she looked down at herself and found that she was wrapped in a white boa. “A boa?” She thought as she fought to open the other eye. For a nano-second she wondered when Inuyasha had gotten a boa, only one other person had one of those. She blanched as the realization hit home. Kagome turned her now clear vision on the owner of the boa and was met by a placid stare from the golden eyes of Inuyasha’s handsome half-brother, Sesshoumaru. Kagome nearly screamed, but restrained herself. Why did Sesshoumaru have her? Where was Inuyasha? And for that matter, her other friends. For a moment all hope seemed lost, then Sesshoumaru spoke easing her fears.

“They are all fine, miko.” He said coolly as if knowing her thoughts. He turned his handsome gaze elsewhere. That’s when Kagome realized exactly how close she was to him. She could feel his heat through the fabric of his haori, the only cold spot was his chest, which was covered by his armor. She could feel his arm tracing the length of her body, his hand holding on to her side. She blushed and tried to distract herself from the close proximity of this enticing male, but to no avail. She had always had a secret crush on Inuyasha’s brother. She would never admit it to anyone, but she had always thought he was extremely handsome and cool. She sniffed and realized that he didn’t smell bad either, unlike his half-brother. He scent was a combination of sandalwood and cinnamon. Spicy, yet passive, very nice. She was so busy taking in his enticing aroma that she didn’t notice him staring at her, or his slight smile upon his realization of what she was doing. Under his watchful gaze, Kagome’s lids fluttered shut; his scent had soothed her into a peaceful slumber.

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As he watched the sleeping miko, he wondered how long this peace would last. He had been very shocked when she had woken up in his arms. He had never expected that to happen. He thought she was too injured to wake up anytime soon. Apparently he had underestimated her body’s healing abilities. He wished he had two arms, so he could stroke her hair while she slept. “That infernal brother of mine…” he thought as a scowl darkened his normally pretty features. “I should have left him to die.” He thought as he looked at the empty sleeve where his left arm should have been. He didn’t know why he had saved the wretched half-breed, only that it had been an impulse decision…something he didn’t do often. He wondered if Tenseiga or the miko had influenced him. He shook off these thoughts and brought his attention back to the girl in his embrace. He had been surprised by her reaction to her situation. She hadn’t screamed or pleaded for her life as any normal ningen would have done, instead she remained had remained calm and quiet. His sensitive nose had smelt her slight arousal and he was pleased by it. “At least she isn’t scared of me.” He thought and tightened his embrace around the sleeping form he held. Things had already turned out better than he could ever have hoped for. As he gazed westward into the future, Sesshoumaru smiled.


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