InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ To Find A Heart ❯ Chapter 2

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Warnings: Language, violence, alcohol, sexual content, abuse, torture, etc., etc., and so forth.

 

To Find A Heart

 

Chapter 2

 

Naraku watched from the mirror held by Kanna, who despite the aging of youkai around her, remained in childlike youth. Though he could not hear or read their lips to know what was being said, he knew without question what was going on between the two. The intimate closeness of which they sat, the brightness in their eyes when they gazed at one another, even the simplest of caresses gave away the love that lie just beneath the surface. It had taken him 30 years to beat and abuse the humanity out of his miko. It was too much work to let just fall to ruins because one of his spawn decides to fall in love. A weak and fragile thing, this concept of love. He would prove to them both that they were better off.

 

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Hakudoshi held Kagome's nude body close to his own, stoking her mussed hair down her back. Her body, though it did smell of clay, it was untarnished by decay as Kagome's heart held no malice as Kikyo's did. He found the smell of earth a warm and soothing smell. Kagome, his lover since her story ten years ago, lay on his chest, still catching her breath from their lovemaking. It had been a long month for them both, as Naraku had been keeping them busy, and separate. Kagome tilted her head up, her chin lightly on his chest.

 

He looked down into her bright blue eye, still swirling from the afterglow. “Hakudoshi? Do you think he knows?”

 

He considered lying to her, to bring her some sort of relief, but knew his efforts would not be rewarded or appreciated. Taking in another breath of her scent, he answered. “I believe it to be so. Though I'm sure we have nothing to worry over, as we have not been punished. He is merely testing us. Seeing if we are still placing out duty to him above all else.”

 

Kagome snorted, a recently recovered expression. “Like I give a fuck about him.”

 

Hakudoshi smiled, a mere uptilt of his lips, and placed a finger over her lips. “It matters not, Kagome. We are his pawns for as long as he is the one in power. He could kill us and while he would loose valued warriors, we are not irreplaceable.”

 

`As long as he is the one in power… what if-' Kagome thought devilishly before Hakudoshi silenced her.

 

“Please Kagome, I beg this of you. Do not give Naraku reason to accuse you of treason.”

 

Kagome huffed and rolled unto her side against him. “I won't…” She mumbled.

 

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Kagome forced her arm, shoulder deep, into the now burst eye of the giant leader. It was a group of youkai who had been killing off Naraku's vast army, squadron by squadron, unnoticed till now. They had been succeeding, and had killed quite a number of youkai, having started with less favored, unused soldiers. Naraku had come directly to Kagome, instead of sending a messenger to her, he had also addressed Hakudoshi. Informing them that Kagome had a new keeper because he needed Hakudoshi among his army to weed out which ones were plotting. They had parted without a kiss or caress due to the new keeper that Naraku had sent to them. Kagome was furious. Gods, she wanted to blow things up! She didn't know if or when she would see Hakudoshi again. They had been together for thirty years, to be without him now was… unsettling. Thirty years was longer than some people had stayed married back in her time. But hell, it was longer than a lot of people lived in this time, youkai excluded.

 

She realized her arm was stuck in the dead giant's skull, its brain acting as quick sand. The more she struggled the more futile it became. Letting a burst of her reiki (her purifying energy) out, she realized that killing it with her physical strength instead of wasting her reiki, had been a waste of time as she had had to purify it anyway. The dust scattered around her as the last youkai fell. She had killed off their leader last, going around in a circle, to finally stop in the middle with him.

 

She stood there, not sure how to call for her keeper. She looked around and at finding no sign of the green haired asshole, she left the battle sight. The thought of Naraku punishing her for leaving without her keeper passed through her mind before it was shoved away and forgotten. It's not like she could go anywhere that he couldn't find her.

 

Still, where was that weirdo? He had been short of a demon, maybe 5'6. Still, he was taller than her by 5 or so inches. He had neon green hair that was shoulder length and had a wild and unruly appearance. His matching eyes were so bright it almost hurt to look directly at them. He had dark skin, a brown that shown purple. He was definitely not native to Japan. It made her wonder what other foreign youkai looked like. From what she could tell, he had worn all black. A black sleeveless shirt, loose black pants that were tight around the waist and ankles, and black slippers. Overall he looked almost modern. Maybe the hair was a dye job and the eyes contacts…

 

She fancied the idea of him being from the future and having come to rescue her while she continued to walk. Maybe he was with a secret group that kept time on track, and she had broken some insane law punishable by death, and he had been sent to execute her. Or maybe he had gotten trapped in the past too. And they were destined to meet and save the future. Or maybe she was finally loosing her mind?

 

She stopped dead in her tracks and noticed she had been so lost in her own thoughts that she had walked right back to Naraku's castle. The crazy idea definitely sounded plausible at the moment.

 

A hand touched her ass and before she thought to stop herself, she whirled and smacked her keeper across the face.

 

He growled at her, his eyes burning like fluorescent acid, red seeping in from the edges. She knew she had made a mistake. Naraku had made it viciously clear that she was anyone's meat, should they have a taste for miko clay. For some it was a power trip, getting to fuck a being that could turn them to ash in a split second. Others just had twisted pleasures that few others would allow. She abased herself before him, sitting with her legs tucked beneath her with her forehead touching the hot ground, and she prayed.

 

A clawed hand fisted in the back of her hair and she knew what was coming before he jerked her upright. He backhanded her, sending her flying and cracking her cheek. She felt the pain in her face but ignored it as he would only gain satisfaction, and further prove how weak she was. It had always disturbed her how when hit, her clay skin would crack and fall of in haphazard pieces. It always healed flawlessly, but it still hurt like breaking bones. She stayed down on her side, know better than to question his dominance. She felt his footsteps as he neared. He pushed her onto her back, spreading her legs and pushing up her skirt. There were no undergarments.

 

As he situated himself between her legs, she let her mind wander. This would be nothing lost for her. He was not the first to take her body with out her consent. Looking past him, she watched the clouds, and thought to herself. `This matters not.' Her mind wandered to Hakudoshi, wondering what he was doing. She thought of their last joining, it had been amazing, like fireworks going off in her mind, that floating feeling that left you dazed.

 

Curious, she looked down, realizing that he had yet to enter her. His green eyes were fixed on her blue eyes. She watched, curious, as he stroked himself to full length. He was big, she'd give him that, about the girth of Hakudoshi, though not quite as long. But while Hakudoshi was pale and translucent, he was dark the tip being almost true purple. This was… new.

 

He stroked the curve of her hip gently, a lover's caress. The attention had Kagome's nipples peaking. A hand slid slowly up her side to caress one breast, his thumb brushing repeatedly over the nipple. His other hand slid between her legs to cup her groin, a finger sliding between the folds the caress her pearl. Her back was arching and her throat vocalizing of its own accord. She was aroused and confused. Why was he wasting time giving her pleasure? Couldn't he just get it over with?

 

It left her feeling guilty. Enjoying this youkai's ministrations, this youkai who is not her lover, her Hakudoshi. The thought of Hakudoshi brought sparks to her body, imagining it was he and not this stranger pleasuring her. He pulled her legs over his shoulders as he leaned over her, making her knees nearly touch her shoulders. Kagome had never done this with Hakudoshi, as he was too tall, and Kagome let out a scream of pleasure as he entered her in one thrust. He was in incredibly deep, hitting that spot that sent shock waves through her body. He slid out of her till only the tip touched her opening before slamming inside her with enough force to slide Kagome forward. Another pleasured scream was let loose, followed by small mewls.

 

Kagome was drunk on the pleasure. She barely registered when he flipped her onto her hands and knees. Her arms refused to hold and her head fell to her hands. She kneeled, skirt shoved to her waist, ass bare to him. He spread her legs farther and with a firm grip on her hair, rammed into her. He jerked Kagome's hair, forcing her head up. As he spoke to her, her mind began to clear enough to see the people and youkai around them, some watching in horror or disgust, others cheering him on.

 

“What a show we make Kagome. Do I please you? Do you like it? Being fucked like this? Like a little bitch in heat.” For some sick reason, one Kagome didn't want to ponder, his words turned her on, but more than that, they infuriated her. Hakudoshi was a million times better than this arrogant bastard.

 

He ground against her and she held back her moan. Jerking on her hair, he asked again. “Do you like this?!”

 

She growled at him, an almost perfect impersonation of an angered dog. “No.”

 

He rammed into her again repeatedly. “What was that bitch?! I didn't hear you.”

 

Kagome was panting, and seeing stars behind her closed lids. Still she mustered a growled answer. “No.”

 

He jerked her hair, forcing her off the ground as he fucked her, only his grip on her hair keeping her up. A tremor started low in her stomach before it spread outward, engulfing her in a tidal wave of pleasure. She screamed her release as the man behind her dropped her to the ground. He could hear his mocking laughter. Kagome felt… defeated, cold, and somehow more hollow than even Naraku had managed.

 

She lay in a heap, unmoving until he jerked her up to face their audience. Again held up only by her hair, she couldn't move away as his cock was presented before her face. “Say how much you like being fucked.”

 

Kagome averted her eyes from the purple head and mumbled, “I like being fucked.”

 

He tsked her. Her eyes blazed up at him, if only looks could kill. “You just don't sound very convincing. Show them how much you like my cock.” And with that, he forced himself into her mouth and down her throat. Her vision was beginning to fade around the edges from lack of air, when he pulled out and brought himself to completion, coating her face and hair with cum. It dripped down her face, staining her black haori and skirt. He slapped her across the face, not hard enough to send her flying again, but hard enough to sting. It also coated his hand in the still wet semen. Kagome looked at him, wondering if maybe he was just bipolar. He put the liquid coated hand in front of her face and as she made to move away, he regained his handle in her hair and forced her mouth to his hand.

 

“You ungrateful bitch! Clean up your mess! If you dare waste my gift to you, I'll give you to them and let them fuck the insolence out of you!”

 

Kagome licked his hand, cleaning his essence from it. It was salty and unpleasant, leaving her with the urge to gag. After his hand was clean, he forced her mouth over his softening member. Ignoring the taste as best she could, she imagined something sweeter, like a sucker or popsicle. When he decided it was acceptable he jerked her head back and released her hair, letting her fall to a heap on the ground. Kagome didn't move, her muscles were abused and sore. She seriously doubted her ability to walk.

 

A pair of arms lifted her gently to a well muscled chest and held her, stroking her hair. She thought it was Hakudoshi, until she opened her eyes and came face to face with her tormentor. His green eyes didn't seem so evil now. His green hair was slightly flattened with sweat. Out of instinct, Kagome reached up and tucked a strand behind his pointed ear. His dark skin was slick with sweat.

 

He carried her away from Naraku's castle, though she didn't know to where. Nor did she care, as she fell into a dreamless slumber. Neither nightmare nor dream interrupted her peace.

 

 

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End of Chapter

 

Well… that's actually not where I meant for this chapter to go… but oh well… we can tell where my mind is right now haha. But yea a little twist in the plot. Dum Dum Dum…. Loves yous…