IY Burden of Memory

INU YASHA: THE BURDEN OF MEMORY:

(Disclaimer: These characters and setting is the property of Rumiko Takahashi. )

He sat alone in the cold, dampness of the cave. The dripping of the water from the sharp rocks echoed down the corridors of darkness into his ears. Kohaku had his knees huddled up against his chest as he tried to push them away. It hurt so much; the memories of their death at his hands. He felt so sick. He wanted to vomit at the deeds he had done. It had been his kusari-gama that had stabbed so deeply into his father’s back when he had least expected it. The rich crimson liquid had flowed down the back of the man from whom he had sought love and respect. He was beyond tears of crying at the death that surrounded his mind, and wouldn‘t let him rest. He just wanted them all to fade away; these painful memories.

“I can make them go away, Kohaku. Only I can bring your mind to peace.” The voice of dark haired male seductively spoke out to the child.

Kohaku felt the warm lips pressed softly against his own as his head was titled upwards to meet them. His arms wrapped around the dark haired male.

His voice quivered a little, “Please. Help me. I…I just can’t take this pain anymore.”

The image of him battling his own sister and her death flashed before his eyes. He silently mouthed her name. He held tighter still to this dark haired savior. His now flowing tears stained the man’s baboon pelt.

The man in the baboon pelt pulled away from Kohaku. He bent down in an almost kneeling position before the dark haired youth. His hand firmly cupped the other’s face. A purple fog abruptly swirled around them. He felt the memories of hurt and pain fading and being absorbed into the purple mists swirling around them.

“In exchange you shall become my servant, Kohaku…that is all you need know. That you are Kohaku, the servant of Naraku.” The voice had whispered into his mind.

They were soon gone. Tears stained his eyes and he did not know why. He cried as he felt each loving memory of his life in the Demon Slayer Village and now vanished from him; along with those of the demon slayer’s slaughter. The purple mists entered into the mouth, nostrils and ears. Then it stung his dark brown eyes as it entered into his body from their and buried those memories deeply into the unconscious mind of the boy; in a thick haze of demonic miasma.
Naraku smiled darkly as his hands gently caressed down from the chin it had cupped to the neck of the tight, black demon slayer garments. His hands worked meticulously at removing the garment.

Kohaku felt his hands moving by themselves as they pulled open the pelt to reveal Naraku’s perfect and nude body beneath it. His hands felt over the chest of the demon.

The black, rough ground felt cold and uncomfortable as Kohaku was forced to lay naked upon his back. Naraku sat nude on top of the demon slayer; straddling the adolescent’s hips. Once more those lips pressed against his own. Naraku’s tongue plunged into the mouth of Kohaku. The moist tongue brushed roughly around inside the youth’s mouth; exploring over every inch as his hands did the same.

Kohaku moaned into Naraku’s name into that mouth sealed over his own at the pleasure filling his body. The hands brushed and twisted playfully for a few seconds at his nipples before running down his young body to his hardening shaft. The hands firmly gripped onto the small member as it pumped at it.
He felt the warm tongue lick over his mouth and chin, and trailed down the length of his body and stopped at his hard on. Kohaku moaned as those lips closed over the head of his shaft. His back arched slightly as Naraku’s lips slide up and down them. Naraku’s fingers now took a firm hold onto those nipples. The fingers twisted them; making them red with abuse. It hurt and felt good at the same time.

The dark haired male continued to suckle on Kohaku’s hard on as his fingers finally let go of his nipples. Pre-seed leaked down the sides of the hard on and out of Naraku’s lips as he pulled away.

The dark haired boy gasped when he felt those fingers pinched at his bottom. He felt them firmly gripped onto his cheeks as his butt was raised up into the air. Kohaku’s body felt hot and the ice cold ground of the cavern now felt good instead of completely uncomfortable.

Their two bodies gleamed with perspiration as Naraku’s semi hard shaft rammed itself up into Kohaku’s backside without any preparations. Kohaku screamed out in pain as he felt every muscle moving in his bottom’s hole in opposite directions from what it was accustomed.

Kohaku continued to scream out in pain with each thrust. Those cries only brought a smirk to the demon‘s lips. He continued thrusting; deeper and deeper until he hit the special spot. Kohaku felt himself release as Naraku’s shaft rubbed up against it. His white sperm splashed over himself and Naraku’s face.
Naraku continued thrusting until he finally released inside of Kohaku. Kohaku lay exhausted and panting on the hard, cold ground. His chest raised and fell as Naraku once more cupped his face and forced Kohaku into a sitting position. Their lips met once more. Naraku then let go of Kohaku’s face and stood up.

Kohaku watched, panting, as Naraku turned his back upon the demon slayer. Naraku picked up the baboon pelt and wrapped it around himself.

“Come to the Castle not far from here. I shall await you there with an important mission, Kohaku.” Naraku told him.

Kohaku stared after the mysterious man. He had no memory of him; aside from this moment that he had come to him. He tried to remember; but nothing came to him. He felt his breath coming back to him; but not any of his memories. His head hurt even trying to think about the past. He remembered nothing of his past or whom his family was. All he knew was that he was Naraku’s servant and that he must go to Castle not far from this cave.

(The End????)