Naraku Giveth and Naraku Taketh Away
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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,875
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19
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Aftermath
A/N: Whew! It’s been a while. But, yes, I am still alive. I had to study for my English final, but now I’m back XD Let the madness ensue!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Sesshoumaru and Naraku! :shifty eyes: What? Ok, maybe I don’t, but I sure wish I did.
Chapter 7: Aftermath
Her assault surprised him. He hadn’t known anything could counter his ultimate attack. A futile attempt, really, as nothing could stop the power of his soul-stealing Konjo attack. He watched her vain defense backfire in her face with glee. Nothing gave him more pleasure than to see an enemy’s attack used against them. Another surprise awaited him. As he took in the sight of her mangled body flying backwards from the blast, he noticed a split, a schism in her flesh. He couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like her body had started to split in two. “Interesting.” He thought idly as he receded into the shadows of the forest canopy. This was only the third time he had used his Konjo attack and he didn’t know the full consequences of it yet. It was very possible that this girl, this miko, could have been split into two people. He smirked. She had brought this on herself, if she had stayed clear of her precious hanyou, this never would have happened. While he would have enjoyed causing her pain, the fact that she did this to herself was of great amusement to him. Mortals were very interesting indeed. He fully intended to watch her and see the results of their combined handiwork. As he stood there chuckling, he noticed Naraku floating around the clearing. The light had faded for the most part and he could clearly see his lord’s miasma shrouded outline. Another figure was also apparent in the clearing; a youkai no doubt of noble birth. “I wonder if he’s also searching for the miko.” Decima mused. He could sense a strong feeling of desperation, of painful longing floating in waves off the figure, although from the youkai’s cold external appearance, no one else would have guessed him to be in pain. As he gazed at the white figure a name came to mind. “Sesshoumaru.” He thought as he gazed after the youkai’s receding form. Turning back to Naraku, he noticed the girl in his arms. “One day, I will be free of him, and I will take his saiai with me.” He thought as a scowl darkened his normally impassive features. He wondered if he should tell Naraku of his suspicions about Sesshoumaru and the miko. “No,” he thought with a cold gleam in his eye, “it will be far more amusing to wait and see what happens.”
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It was so bright. The sunlight hurt her eyes. Blinking awake, Kagome averted her gaze from the intense sunshine that was streaming through the open window on her left. A slight breeze blew the golden curtains framing the window toward her. She looked closely at the fabric and saw that it was of a rich weave. It spoke of nobility. The long panels of cloth almost reached the bed where she lay resting. “Wait a minute, I’m on a bed?” she thought as she sat up abruptly, the realization of being on a nice bed in the Sengoku Jidai hitting home. Blood rushed to her head and made her dizzy for a moment, her vision blurring. She swooned and nearly fell back down. Kagome covered her face with her hand and tried to make sense of what was going on and recover her balance. She peeked through her parted fingers and examined the cloth covering the bed upon which she lay. It was the same kind of fabric as the drapes, a deep golden hue that spoke of power...power and money. Although this type of thing could easily be forged in her time, Kagome doubted it was so in the Sengoku Jidai. Only the affluent of this time could afford such a magnificent thing. Before she could observe the room any further, the throbbing pain in her side drew her attention. She lifted the light blue yukata she was wearing and winced. A very large section of her side was covered in white gauzy fabric. It hurt, but she had more important things to worry about. “Where on Earth am I?” she thought as she poked the bandages covering her side and winced as she felt the pain hit her again. To distract herself from her injury, she gazed around the room. The two predominant colors were gold and white. A touch of red here and there. “Gold and white eh?” she thought as she looked at a beautiful painting covering one of the walls. It was a depiction of a humongous dog youkai floating in the clouds. A jagged blue stripe decorated each of the dog’s cheeks. In the foreground a kimono clad woman stared at the youkai with awe. There was something oddly familiar about the youkai. Kagome felt she had seen it somewhere before. An image of Sesshoumaru flashed before her eyes as Kagome realized exactly where she had seen the dog before. It looked exactly like Sesshoumaru’s transformed state, with the exception of the strange stripe and the absence of a crescent moon. Kagome gasped and covered her mouth as she realized exactly where she was. The fabric, the bed, the painting, and the overall lavishness of the room could only be accomplished by one person, Sesshoumaru himself. No other being could possibly afford such beautiful things. The painting was also a dead give-away. She knew of no other dog youkai in the area, certainly none that would have any business with her.
“I’ve gotta get out of here!” she thought as she nervously backed away from the painting, nearly knocking an ornate vase over. A small part of her objected to leaving. After all, Sesshoumaru was extremely handsome, and he smelled nice too. He was graceful in his attacks and almost never lost his cool. Quite the opposite of her previous love interest. Kagome found herself blushing as her thoughts turned toward naughtier things. She looked around, half expecting him to appear suddenly. Seeing no one there, she let out a huge sigh of relief and walked over to the window. She brushed the billowing curtains aside and peered over the edge…and down into a precipice. The castle of the western lands sat atop an absurdly high mountain. Kagome sighed. “Well, there goes that plan.” She said and turned around. She would have to find another way out. She moved to go sit on the bed again, but was startled by a figure standing in the doorway.
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Naraku brooded in his chambers. Although he had the girl in his grasp, he wasn’t sure what to do next. He had never expected her to like him so quickly. Indeed, he was shocked by her reaction to him. She seemed to already love him. He had thought she had been in love with Inuyasha. “Apparently not.” He said as a cold smile graced his features. Perhaps she had realized the hanyou would never be good enough and was now reaching for greater things. The thought made him broaden his smile. He was sure she would come around to his side. He couldn’t visualize her actually going back to that foul smelling half-breed. Indeed, he had also noticed Inuyasha’s particularly repellent scent. He personally couldn’t see how she could stand to be around him for so long. Part of the reason Naraku wanted to kill the despicable hanyou was because of his stench. It seemed to follow him everywhere he went. Naraku guessed it was because of Inuyasha’s weak demonic aura. “Perhaps it is because he has no barrier.” Naraku said as he flicked a bug from his hakama. Either way, it was enough to make him sick. This was quite frequently the reason he sent a gollum instead of appearing himself. He just couldn’t stand being around such an un-clean person. Yet another reason to be attracted to the miko. She smelled pretty, a passive, yet beautiful aroma of sakura blossoms followed her everywhere. And she was always clean. Whenever they fought, Naraku secretly enjoyed being near her. Not even Inuyasha’s nauseating scent had any affect on the miko’s aroma. Anything less than clean offended his nose. As such, he couldn’t stand to be around Inuyasha for more than a short period of time, and often took his leave early in battle. One day he would rid the world of that stench, and the person to whom it belonged. Naraku’s ever present smirk widened into a smile as he thought fondly of all the ways he could kill Inuyasha. He only hoped that in destroying his enemy, he could keep that which he most treasured. Naraku stared through the shadows which cloaked his impassive form and thought of the miko sleeping in his castle.
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His half-brother had taken her. It was his fault. He couldn’t stop him; he lacked the power to do anything to this Sesshoumaru. As he thought about his past failures, Inuyasha ran around the clearing searching for the rest of his friends. He couldn’t have that burden on his conscience as well. He had to save them first, then, he would come for Kagome. He knew exactly where Sesshoumaru would take her. The pinnacle of his power as Taiyoukai, his castle in the western lands. Although he had been away for a long time, Inuyasha still knew the secret location of the castle. He would travel back to the land of his birth to reclaim that which he treasured most. But for now, he was content with finding Miroku and the others. He continued to search for his comrades, making his way steadily back to the village. The scent of blood was becoming overwhelming as he neared Kaede’s home. He continued onward, using his haori as a shield, toward his goal.
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Sesshoumaru let his icy gaze roam from his vantage point at the doorway to his father’s old room. Why he had put the girl in this luxurious space, he didn’t know. Nonetheless, as he watched her inspect the contents of the bedroom, he knew she recognized the value of each and every object. He could tell from the way she looked at the painting of his father that she recognized where she was and thus who her captor must be. His suspicions were confirmed by her quick intake of breath as she blanched and backed instinctively away from the art piece. She turned, about to see him, but he ducked behind the doorframe, avoiding notice. He heard her sigh in relief and wondered if she had somehow sensed him. “Impossible.” he thought as he lounged against the wall, his silver hair blowing idly in the slight breeze pouring through a nearby open window. There was no way a mere ningen could sense his presence unless he made himself known. Had he underestimated her miko abilities? It was highly improbable, but she had surprised him many times in the past with her strength and determination. Sesshoumaru wondered, for the hundredth time if there was more to this girl than met the eye. He decided to test his theory and silently entered the room. The girl was moving to sit on the bed. She immediately turned toward him as though he had called out to her. He gazed at her, his eyes a fraction wider than they were before. “Unlikely, but not impossible…” he thought as he continued staring at the girl. Her mouth was agape and she was blushing slightly. Sesshoumaru wondered why she was acting this way. Any other being, be it youkai, hanyou, or ningen, would be quaking in fear, but not her. No. She was definitely surprised, but showed no sign of fear whatsoever. This perplexed him indeed.
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Kagome’s eyes flew open abruptly. She wondered where she was. The last thing she remembered was Naraku standing at the foot of her bed. “Oh my God…” she thought as she looked wildly around the room, expecting to meet his crimson gaze. She shivered, only partially from fear. The sensual being had her on edge. She didn’t know if she could contain herself. The possibilities danced through her head and she barely suppressed a moan. She thought of all the friends she would be betraying if she gave in to her own selfish desires and vehemently chided herself for her misbehavior. “Of course I can!” she quipped while frantically trying to get out from underneath the sheets that entangled her lithe form. They fell free and she stood up, not noticing that she was only clad in a skimpy white yukata. She had to get out of there. It was the only option. She shoved all thoughts of desire out of her mind and cautiously approached the shoji. She wasn’t certain she would get very far, but she had to try. She parted the seemingly fragile wood and peered into the hallway. It was dark and had a gloomy ambiance to it. A lone torch burned dutifully a few meters to the left of her room. She looked to the right, but could see no more than a few feet in front of her, the gloom was impenetrable. She felt a tightening in her chest as she ventured forth. The air was thick and heavy. The stillness of it all positively spoke of evil. She shivered and clenched her arms tight. There was no way around it, she would have to walk down these dark halls in order to escape. She reached for the torch, its brightness instantly reminding her of the tama. She gasped. What if Naraku had taken all her shards? He might have already completed the jewel and made his wish. “If he did take them, then why am I still alive?” she wondered as she fumbled in her clothes, seeking the tiny glass bottle which enclosed the fragments. She found it and sighed in relief. The jewel fragments were still there. She wondered why he hadn’t taken them, for surely he had had the opportunity. Strange feelings passed through her as she placed the bottle carefully back into its place and began walking down the hall.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long…hope you guys enjoy ^_^ Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Much love for you all!
Reminder: If you’d like to be put on an update list for this story, leave your name in a review! ^.~
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Sesshoumaru and Naraku! :shifty eyes: What? Ok, maybe I don’t, but I sure wish I did.
Her assault surprised him. He hadn’t known anything could counter his ultimate attack. A futile attempt, really, as nothing could stop the power of his soul-stealing Konjo attack. He watched her vain defense backfire in her face with glee. Nothing gave him more pleasure than to see an enemy’s attack used against them. Another surprise awaited him. As he took in the sight of her mangled body flying backwards from the blast, he noticed a split, a schism in her flesh. He couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like her body had started to split in two. “Interesting.” He thought idly as he receded into the shadows of the forest canopy. This was only the third time he had used his Konjo attack and he didn’t know the full consequences of it yet. It was very possible that this girl, this miko, could have been split into two people. He smirked. She had brought this on herself, if she had stayed clear of her precious hanyou, this never would have happened. While he would have enjoyed causing her pain, the fact that she did this to herself was of great amusement to him. Mortals were very interesting indeed. He fully intended to watch her and see the results of their combined handiwork. As he stood there chuckling, he noticed Naraku floating around the clearing. The light had faded for the most part and he could clearly see his lord’s miasma shrouded outline. Another figure was also apparent in the clearing; a youkai no doubt of noble birth. “I wonder if he’s also searching for the miko.” Decima mused. He could sense a strong feeling of desperation, of painful longing floating in waves off the figure, although from the youkai’s cold external appearance, no one else would have guessed him to be in pain. As he gazed at the white figure a name came to mind. “Sesshoumaru.” He thought as he gazed after the youkai’s receding form. Turning back to Naraku, he noticed the girl in his arms. “One day, I will be free of him, and I will take his saiai with me.” He thought as a scowl darkened his normally impassive features. He wondered if he should tell Naraku of his suspicions about Sesshoumaru and the miko. “No,” he thought with a cold gleam in his eye, “it will be far more amusing to wait and see what happens.”
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It was so bright. The sunlight hurt her eyes. Blinking awake, Kagome averted her gaze from the intense sunshine that was streaming through the open window on her left. A slight breeze blew the golden curtains framing the window toward her. She looked closely at the fabric and saw that it was of a rich weave. It spoke of nobility. The long panels of cloth almost reached the bed where she lay resting. “Wait a minute, I’m on a bed?” she thought as she sat up abruptly, the realization of being on a nice bed in the Sengoku Jidai hitting home. Blood rushed to her head and made her dizzy for a moment, her vision blurring. She swooned and nearly fell back down. Kagome covered her face with her hand and tried to make sense of what was going on and recover her balance. She peeked through her parted fingers and examined the cloth covering the bed upon which she lay. It was the same kind of fabric as the drapes, a deep golden hue that spoke of power...power and money. Although this type of thing could easily be forged in her time, Kagome doubted it was so in the Sengoku Jidai. Only the affluent of this time could afford such a magnificent thing. Before she could observe the room any further, the throbbing pain in her side drew her attention. She lifted the light blue yukata she was wearing and winced. A very large section of her side was covered in white gauzy fabric. It hurt, but she had more important things to worry about. “Where on Earth am I?” she thought as she poked the bandages covering her side and winced as she felt the pain hit her again. To distract herself from her injury, she gazed around the room. The two predominant colors were gold and white. A touch of red here and there. “Gold and white eh?” she thought as she looked at a beautiful painting covering one of the walls. It was a depiction of a humongous dog youkai floating in the clouds. A jagged blue stripe decorated each of the dog’s cheeks. In the foreground a kimono clad woman stared at the youkai with awe. There was something oddly familiar about the youkai. Kagome felt she had seen it somewhere before. An image of Sesshoumaru flashed before her eyes as Kagome realized exactly where she had seen the dog before. It looked exactly like Sesshoumaru’s transformed state, with the exception of the strange stripe and the absence of a crescent moon. Kagome gasped and covered her mouth as she realized exactly where she was. The fabric, the bed, the painting, and the overall lavishness of the room could only be accomplished by one person, Sesshoumaru himself. No other being could possibly afford such beautiful things. The painting was also a dead give-away. She knew of no other dog youkai in the area, certainly none that would have any business with her.
“I’ve gotta get out of here!” she thought as she nervously backed away from the painting, nearly knocking an ornate vase over. A small part of her objected to leaving. After all, Sesshoumaru was extremely handsome, and he smelled nice too. He was graceful in his attacks and almost never lost his cool. Quite the opposite of her previous love interest. Kagome found herself blushing as her thoughts turned toward naughtier things. She looked around, half expecting him to appear suddenly. Seeing no one there, she let out a huge sigh of relief and walked over to the window. She brushed the billowing curtains aside and peered over the edge…and down into a precipice. The castle of the western lands sat atop an absurdly high mountain. Kagome sighed. “Well, there goes that plan.” She said and turned around. She would have to find another way out. She moved to go sit on the bed again, but was startled by a figure standing in the doorway.
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Naraku brooded in his chambers. Although he had the girl in his grasp, he wasn’t sure what to do next. He had never expected her to like him so quickly. Indeed, he was shocked by her reaction to him. She seemed to already love him. He had thought she had been in love with Inuyasha. “Apparently not.” He said as a cold smile graced his features. Perhaps she had realized the hanyou would never be good enough and was now reaching for greater things. The thought made him broaden his smile. He was sure she would come around to his side. He couldn’t visualize her actually going back to that foul smelling half-breed. Indeed, he had also noticed Inuyasha’s particularly repellent scent. He personally couldn’t see how she could stand to be around him for so long. Part of the reason Naraku wanted to kill the despicable hanyou was because of his stench. It seemed to follow him everywhere he went. Naraku guessed it was because of Inuyasha’s weak demonic aura. “Perhaps it is because he has no barrier.” Naraku said as he flicked a bug from his hakama. Either way, it was enough to make him sick. This was quite frequently the reason he sent a gollum instead of appearing himself. He just couldn’t stand being around such an un-clean person. Yet another reason to be attracted to the miko. She smelled pretty, a passive, yet beautiful aroma of sakura blossoms followed her everywhere. And she was always clean. Whenever they fought, Naraku secretly enjoyed being near her. Not even Inuyasha’s nauseating scent had any affect on the miko’s aroma. Anything less than clean offended his nose. As such, he couldn’t stand to be around Inuyasha for more than a short period of time, and often took his leave early in battle. One day he would rid the world of that stench, and the person to whom it belonged. Naraku’s ever present smirk widened into a smile as he thought fondly of all the ways he could kill Inuyasha. He only hoped that in destroying his enemy, he could keep that which he most treasured. Naraku stared through the shadows which cloaked his impassive form and thought of the miko sleeping in his castle.
---
His half-brother had taken her. It was his fault. He couldn’t stop him; he lacked the power to do anything to this Sesshoumaru. As he thought about his past failures, Inuyasha ran around the clearing searching for the rest of his friends. He couldn’t have that burden on his conscience as well. He had to save them first, then, he would come for Kagome. He knew exactly where Sesshoumaru would take her. The pinnacle of his power as Taiyoukai, his castle in the western lands. Although he had been away for a long time, Inuyasha still knew the secret location of the castle. He would travel back to the land of his birth to reclaim that which he treasured most. But for now, he was content with finding Miroku and the others. He continued to search for his comrades, making his way steadily back to the village. The scent of blood was becoming overwhelming as he neared Kaede’s home. He continued onward, using his haori as a shield, toward his goal.
---
Sesshoumaru let his icy gaze roam from his vantage point at the doorway to his father’s old room. Why he had put the girl in this luxurious space, he didn’t know. Nonetheless, as he watched her inspect the contents of the bedroom, he knew she recognized the value of each and every object. He could tell from the way she looked at the painting of his father that she recognized where she was and thus who her captor must be. His suspicions were confirmed by her quick intake of breath as she blanched and backed instinctively away from the art piece. She turned, about to see him, but he ducked behind the doorframe, avoiding notice. He heard her sigh in relief and wondered if she had somehow sensed him. “Impossible.” he thought as he lounged against the wall, his silver hair blowing idly in the slight breeze pouring through a nearby open window. There was no way a mere ningen could sense his presence unless he made himself known. Had he underestimated her miko abilities? It was highly improbable, but she had surprised him many times in the past with her strength and determination. Sesshoumaru wondered, for the hundredth time if there was more to this girl than met the eye. He decided to test his theory and silently entered the room. The girl was moving to sit on the bed. She immediately turned toward him as though he had called out to her. He gazed at her, his eyes a fraction wider than they were before. “Unlikely, but not impossible…” he thought as he continued staring at the girl. Her mouth was agape and she was blushing slightly. Sesshoumaru wondered why she was acting this way. Any other being, be it youkai, hanyou, or ningen, would be quaking in fear, but not her. No. She was definitely surprised, but showed no sign of fear whatsoever. This perplexed him indeed.
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Kagome’s eyes flew open abruptly. She wondered where she was. The last thing she remembered was Naraku standing at the foot of her bed. “Oh my God…” she thought as she looked wildly around the room, expecting to meet his crimson gaze. She shivered, only partially from fear. The sensual being had her on edge. She didn’t know if she could contain herself. The possibilities danced through her head and she barely suppressed a moan. She thought of all the friends she would be betraying if she gave in to her own selfish desires and vehemently chided herself for her misbehavior. “Of course I can!” she quipped while frantically trying to get out from underneath the sheets that entangled her lithe form. They fell free and she stood up, not noticing that she was only clad in a skimpy white yukata. She had to get out of there. It was the only option. She shoved all thoughts of desire out of her mind and cautiously approached the shoji. She wasn’t certain she would get very far, but she had to try. She parted the seemingly fragile wood and peered into the hallway. It was dark and had a gloomy ambiance to it. A lone torch burned dutifully a few meters to the left of her room. She looked to the right, but could see no more than a few feet in front of her, the gloom was impenetrable. She felt a tightening in her chest as she ventured forth. The air was thick and heavy. The stillness of it all positively spoke of evil. She shivered and clenched her arms tight. There was no way around it, she would have to walk down these dark halls in order to escape. She reached for the torch, its brightness instantly reminding her of the tama. She gasped. What if Naraku had taken all her shards? He might have already completed the jewel and made his wish. “If he did take them, then why am I still alive?” she wondered as she fumbled in her clothes, seeking the tiny glass bottle which enclosed the fragments. She found it and sighed in relief. The jewel fragments were still there. She wondered why he hadn’t taken them, for surely he had had the opportunity. Strange feelings passed through her as she placed the bottle carefully back into its place and began walking down the hall.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long…hope you guys enjoy ^_^ Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Much love for you all!
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