Puppet Boy

Authoress: I was in the forest and came across Spyke104, Spyke104 handed me a plot bunny and I promised Spyke104 I’d take care of it *pets bunny*. So here I am, this is my lame attempt at a one shot, be warned this might grow in to a fic, I have a bad habit of writing things so good they grow to be more

Any case this is a Kohaku/Naraku(yaoi w/ minor)… you know kohaku’s a lot younger then Naraku… if you got issues with that you can go (censored)

I don’t own inuyasha so on and so forth…feh

Here we go ^^ enjoy!

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(Naraku)

Damn him! Damn Inuyasha! It’s not like me to let emotions surface, but this really pisses me off. I sit in my room, the golem I had made was destroyed, the little wooden figure slashed in half.

I stare out side, grey clouds swim through the sky covering the moon. I chill wind whistles through the air, am I to spend every night like this? Lusting for revenge on Kikiyo and Inuyasha, struggling to get jewel shards?

No…

The shikon no tama is almost complete and my plans are drawing to a close, I’ll get you Kagome and you’re little dog too. I let soft chuckle escape my lips…

I take out my knife again… should I do it? Cut that damn spider scar off my back? My life’s been shit… I sigh…

I think I’ll have a little fun with Kohaku instead... no skin off my back if I accidentally kill him any way.

A silent message into the air, I probe around searching the dark emptiness for my dear little puppet boy…I feel through the dark emptiness coming across my prey, my target…

Come…your master calls you…

I wait for him to come, my face stoic and emotionless, my blood colored eyes staring out into the night; my senses tell me here’s near…

His scent is coming closer, his graceful steps already making there way through the silence of the house. A shadow comes to a stop outside my room…

“What is your wish master” an emotionless voice asks, youth evident in his tone.

“Come Kohaku” I order and the shadow steps into the room coming to a stop in a kneeling position at my feet.

He’s just like all my other creations, obedient. Yet he is not of my make, even if his future is my design.

“Stand on your hands” I ask, he does what I say. It’s kind of funny, he was one of the best hunters in his whole village and now he does tricks at my command. He is now my puppet.

“Sit at my feet” I command him, he does a flip and comes to a kneeling position at my feet again. I run my hand through his hair, he doesn’t move. He just sits there, his eyes empty, his body soulless.

No fun playing with some thing that can’t react, I touch the jewel shard imbedded in his back, “Remember Kohaku” I tell him and his eyes come alive.

“Sango? Sister?!” He says as he starts to panic. I watch with a cold satisfaction at his increasing fear. Human, entertain me…

“Your sister left you here, she said she hates you for killing your father” I lie.

“Sango said that?” he asks with that youthful innocence. I nod, he just looks away.

“Why would Sango say that?” he asks this statement was more for him self then for me, but…hey…why the hell not?

“She said she hates your guts, she wanted to be rid of you, she sold you to me” I say to my little puppet.

I let my sixth sense feel out his mind again, I can already smell his fear…but…

I reshape the memories in his mind; I mold them in to my truth. Kohaku looks increasingly disturbed. “Come here boy, I own you” I say as I toy with my little puppet boy. Kohaku slides closer to me nervously, time to play…

“Dance for me” I order, he looks confused but obeys. He stands, his hips start swaying to the music no one hears, his lithe body swaying back and forth, I watch with lustful hunger. His hands make fluid motions up in the air twisting and swaying with the rhythm of his body.

“Remove your clothes” I ask, my cold unemotional face only betrayed by my eyes. Kohaku’s fear is thick in the air. He continues to dance removing his clothes, his boyish body becoming more revealed with each sway of his hips.

Finally he’s completely bare I order him to stop, I just want to take him in. I motion to him to come to me, he sits at my feet. I gather him into my arms, he gives a startled gasp, my hands run over his silky flesh as he sits on my lap.

I tilt his chin up licking his neck; I can tell he’s struggling to stop from screaming. I run my hands through his raven black hair, pulling it back and kissing him, my tongue exploring his cavern. Kohaku’s eyes go wide with fear; I trail my free hand down his chest.

Pausing to catch his nipple between my fingers, he gasps in pleasure arching his back slightly. I continue to raid his sweet mouth, my strong hands pulling his hair harder causing tears to well up in his eyes.

I run my hand lower fondling the soft flesh between his legs, he gives me pitiful little whimpers, I can tell he wants his sister to save him, too bad.

I can feel an anger rising in me, I don’t know why, I just throw Kohaku off my lap, he lands on his stomach. My clothes disappear; no salvation for the devils servant. I ram up into his tight little body his screams music to my ears; I can hear him choking on the sudden sensation. I rip my nails into his hips, he screams louder.

Gods he’s tight… I pull out and thrust back into him. I going to rip him in half, I start a fast rhythm. His scream is one of the only noises in the air besides the soft thump of flesh against flesh. I release in to him…

I can tell he feels filthy, he feels defiled… good…

I pull out and toss him on to his back, he takes quick uneven breaths, my face is still cold and emotionless except for the foreign grin. I look down at my finely sculpted demon body…perfect…

I next look as his lithe, lightly muscled body …mine…

I can smell blood in the air, I grab Kohaku by the chin, “Your beautiful when you bleed” I say to him. He’s shaking all over, I kiss him viciously. His whimpers of protest fall on deaf ears.

I grab his arms hard snapping one of them, I pull that arm to my mouth feeding off his blood, that sweet coppery substance fills my mouth. I take my fill… I’m bored now… I put my hand over the shikon shard in his back, “Kohaku forget”.

His eyes go blank again, “clean your self up and get out of my sights” I command. He gets up taking his clothes with him.

I watch as he makes his way out of the room…

No salvation for the devils servant… no pity for the devil

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what did you think? I hope I didn’t get a little to violent there. Please review!