InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Corrupted the Blind ❯ Mad Intentions ( Chapter 3 )

Corrupted the Blind

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

23.05.2010: This chapter has been re-edited and title of story changed from 'Ancient Feelings'. I intend to edit further chapters as well.

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At first, he simply looked at her as if he were seeing right through her. Months, years had passed sine he hadn't seen this woman, he couldn't remember exactly how much. She was beautiful, just as she had always been, exotic and mysterious, but he still wanted her as far away from his life as possible.

 

She was one more reminder, and Kikyou was enough of that for him to want another.

 

For a few seconds, he wondered in what manner to speak to her. She hadn't done anything to him, but he still couldn't help but remember whose friend she was, and dark clouds loomed over his positive feelings toward her in those circumstances.

 

“What are you doing here?” he settled for asking. Not even he could understand his tone when he spoke to her, because it stood between melancholy and hostility. The woman was unfazed and she clutched the object she was carrying inside her hand tightly, as if she'd expected this from the beginning.

 

“It is not a courteous visit, Inuyasha,” she announced. Surely he did not think she'd missed him or anything of the sort. “I'm not bringing any messages, either,” the woman explained when she noticed his hesitance. A smile tugged at her lips when she realized he'd been left in the dark for so long; he needed to be updated on the novelties. “There are things you don't know about me. Like the hatred I feel for her, just as you do,” she lied, because really, she had nothing against the woman that had supposedly ruined his life, but didn't exactly favor her, either.

 

His surprise was evident, but he did nothing to hide it, either. Truthfully, the intruding woman didn't care about this, about any of this, but she needed to seem genuine so she could achieve her goal.

 

“Why should I believe you?” he asked doubtfully, challenging her to lie to him. For a second she had the impression that the visibly shattered man could see right through her soul, and faltered. But just for a fleeting second.

 

“Because I am not lying,” she replied, mustering all the sincerity she could. When he nodded numbly, she had to stifle her sigh of relief.

 

“Talk,” he ordered impatiently, ignoring Kikyou's snort of disapproval.

 

“The subject is obvious,” she said and Kikyou gasped, realizing where the conversation was going. “I want to talk to you about her,” her, the woman who had destroyed him, who had robbed him of his very soul. “I want to talk to you about Kagome,” she said casually, encircling him slowly, as if to torment him.

 

Instantly, Inuyasha's blood froze in his veins, but despite it, his body was blazing with hot rage. His shaking hands were sweaty, as if he'd bathed in misery for a dozen lifetimes. The thought, just the thought of that vile woman was enough to push away all his self control and make him want to kill without any trace of shame or guilt.

 

His voice quivered, too. “What about that bitch?”

 

The woman smiled knowingly, enjoying this perhaps too much. If she hadn't been prepared to do anything to achieve her goal, she would have felt sorry for this clueless man. He was so easy to see through and manipulate, because of the deplorable state he was in. Briefly wondering how he'd take it, she dropped the bomb on his shoulders. “I just thought you should know,” she stalled, examining his strained features, “that she has lost her memory.”

 

The multiple prospects that came with this knowledge lit a spark in Inuyasha's eyes and the woman noticed it immediately. Her smirk grew in intensity when Inuyasha's slowly appeared.

 

“Is that so?”

 

Untouched hatred swam inside Inuyasha's orbs and the woman shivered momentarily. Was it normal that she felt sorry for Kagome for a second? So, so much revulsion was readable in his very stride. But she had to make it worse.

 

“She betrayed you,” the woman reminded him and for a moment, Inuyasha looked like a captive animal locked up in a cage, desperate to break free. “She's a twisted creature and we both now what she desires most, but now she's somehow forgotten it. She's temporarily lost, but we want her to remain that way, don't we?” she toyed with words, toyed with his mind, wondering if he was sane at all. His eyes screamed murder. “For all the things she's done, she must pay. It's wrong to play with people's hearts like that, don't you think?” He didn't reply, but it didn't matter. Smiling cruelly, she held out an odd-looking object for him to take. When he grabbed it, warm fuzziness enveloped him in waves.

 

“Just keep it with you at all times,” she instructed. When he seemed confused, she explained further, “You might want her to remain without memories for a while. Use it as long as you need.”

 

She didn't question the fact that he would surely use it for a long, long time, because it was what she wanted. No, what she needed. She needed him to destroy.

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The same high heels made their way across the empty hallway, the sounds enveloping the silence in a tight grip. This time, no servants were around. The passageway was clear of people, of smells, of knowledge. Few knew of it. It was a secret entryway.

 

She tugged at a wooden handle that opened a hidden door through the fireplace. Their secret. She stepped into the office silently, her eyes trained on every shadow that passed her.

 

“I cannot understand why you keep sneaking. I don't have a wife anymore,” a deep voice resounded, startling her as it came from everywhere.

 

“I know,” she replied with silky words. “But it's more exciting to do it like the old times.” She met him halfway and pulled him into passionate kiss. His eyes shone with mischief and mad intent, she could barely wait to feel all of him. But at the moment she was feeling quite sadistic.

 

“What if Kikyou were here?” she casually asked and his eyes darkened visibly, the mood in the room changing drastically.

 

“She will be. Soon enough,” he said against her lips, before pushing his rough tongue inside her mouth.

 

“You always say that,” she pointed out smartly. “She looked unhappy,” the woman then casually commented.

 

“She should be unhappy,” he snapped spitefully. “She was a naughty bitch,” the man hissed, clearing his desk with a swift movement, not caring where the objects landed. It was lust, desire for vengeance, and it was so good. Wordlessly, he laid the willing woman on top of the desk, ripping her beautiful dress in half, which elicited a surprised whimper from her.

 

“And I'll have to punish her later,” he concluded, thrusting his hardness into the woman's tight core, screwing foreplay.

 

“You couldn't do that,” she whispered pathetically, but he was too lost into his own pleasure to hear. Deep groans and grunts reverberated in the mansion's every hall, but neither cared as they gave themselves completely to the most primal, all-consuming lust.

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Kikyou dreaded this silence. She wanted to ask so many questions, but they all got stuck inside her throat, taunting her relentlessly. She'd been a fool to think he'd ever get past his hurt and hatred, who was to say it would work this time? But he could try, couldn't he? He could have his revenge, and it tore at her insides.

 

Forgive me…

 

… Kikyou didn't want to let him do it. Whatever she had done, she did not deserve it. Whatever Inuyasha had in mind would be no easy thing to swallow, and it hurt.

 

He's thinking about her again.

 

At this rate, he would never get Kagome out of his head, and Kikyou was aware of it.

 

I want him, all of him, to be only mine.

 

“What are you going to do?” Kikyou asked and watched dazedly as Inuyasha froze, his mouth slightly open.

 

“It's none of your business.” His words were harsh and cold, pricking her skin like careless needles.

 

“It is my business,” she argued heatedly, remembering all the things she'd gone through just to be with him. All the things she'd done, everything. Yes, she had every right to know his intentions. “You have to share everything with me, do you hear me? You asked me to live with you.” He had, too, even though she'd thought it was out of bitterness, that first time.

 

“And you agreed without a second thought,” he shot back. “Cut it out. I am not in the mood,” he said dismissively. His head throbbed painfully, but a bittersweet promise of retribution soothed him pleasantly.

 

“I don't care,” she suddenly shouted as she shot to her feet. “You come here,” she started, tears beginning to slide down her face, “piss drunk every single night and you don't even have the decency of telling me where you've been! Then you screw a little girl, for Heaven's sake, you abominable monster! Afterwards you force me to sleep with you and now you won't even talk to me?!”

 

“I didn't force you to do anything,” he snapped. “You were willing.”

 

“That's because I was scared of you!” Kikyou retorted, but they both knew it wasn't true. She couldn't be scared of him, she loved him. A love like hers could kill. A love as intense as hers could destroy.

 

“Stay here and think things over. After you've calmed down, come see me,” he ordered, pleased to see her nod, before retreating into the bedroom. As hot tears tumbled down her pale skin, she heard the door close shut.

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A dark figure pulled himself out of the woman's body with a slurping sound and she whimpered at the loss. Her lips were puffy and her eyes glazed, but he didn't care about her right now. She was a mere substitute, and she knew it. The words he whispered to her, the gentleness he sometimes showed, the lust, they were all meant for another. It was a spiral with no end.

 

He looked into her eyes, missing others, wanting others. “Stay here,” he ordered as she tried to salvage the dress he'd just compromised, and he missed her scowl.

 

Without another word, he left the room through the secret passage.

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Inuyasha couldn't take the pressure anymore. It was dark and chilly in the bedroom and his skin tingled with sinister thoughts of what he'd do. He wanted freedom, happiness, though they were now foreign concepts to him. It felt as if an alien entity was inside his brain, working against his will, crawling the walls of his body, and tearing each nerve, driving him crazy. He didn't know anything anymore. Were his actions entirely his? He couldn't tell.

 

The last years had been a blur and he'd tried to live with the pain, but to no avail. It hurt, blistered, as if he'd been slashed by his closest friend. The pain, it had torn through his defenses and it was now part of him. In his blood. Every single thought was foggy, unclear, as if it had been washed away with the current for years on end. Not even the fact that he was living with Kikyou had registered yet, even though it had been long since he'd moved in.

 

He had a plan. A plan that would hurt Kagome, devastate her and leave her in his state. He wanted her to bite from the same apple, to taste the sorrow that lingered on the tip of his tongue. It wasn't wrong, it was justice.

 

Kagome was his downfall. She'd witnessed his collapse and he'd see hers. The reason of his madness was that woman. Because of her, he had started having these sick, lustful craves that would have otherwise disgusted him. He had a different girl every night before he returned home and claimed Kikyou. How was this normal? And there was no repulsion, no nauseating feeling. There was no hesitation in his blood. On the contrary, he felt free and satiated every single time. It was all he did. Cruel, painful orgies.

 

He'd become a monster; that much he realized.

 

And Kagome…

 

The mere thought of her brought so many mixed emotions inside his chest, but he knew most of it was deep hatred. He'd worked hard to make it that way, because he couldn't live with himself if there was anything more than that. Her deceitfully innocent smile had captivated him once, but now he knew what she could do. He knew what women of her caliber did and felt sorry for himself that he hadn't realized it earlier. Her skillfully-built walls, her honey-coated words that could do any man in, they were all sham. She was sly. Nothing but a temptress, a traitor, a liar.

 

He closed his eyes painfully before opening them again and smiling deviously. It was time for him to let go of the feelings he had no need for. Now he would focus on his new plans and tactics.

 

He remembered every moment clearly, could taste every heartbeat, every tear he'd spilled, and he wanted her to fall into the same nightmare she'd created. After all, she deserved every inch of his agony.

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The woman cursed her lover's habit of tearing up her dresses, but praised herself for thinking ahead and bringing one with her. She opened the secret door and fumbled for the bag with the dress in the pitch darkness. When she found it, she hurried to bring it into the room where there was light and no rats screeching around. It was all about prevention.

 

She quickly got dressed and went to search the drawers of the desk. Her nimble hands worked hard to find what she was looking for, but there was no sign of it. Drawers, porcelain vases, under papers, under books. Nowhere. In fact, she had no idea what she was looking for.

 

It could be anything.

 

“It has got to be here somewhere,” she whispered, rummaging frantically through the documents and objects in the many drawers. She figured the object she was looking for would have to look suspicious.

 

Where had he hidden it? What was it in the first place?

 

But she was being stupid. He would have never left it in such an easy-to-discover place, would he? She wondered, was that object dear to him? The woman felt sleepy, her feet almost couldn't carry her. But she had to persist. She needed to find it, because, one of these days, he wouldn't find her useful anymore and would dispose of her.

 

He'd kill her. He'd destroy her and forget about her; it was what he was capable of. He'd leave her nothing if he didn't need her anymore, so she had to find it.

 

Her life and beauty depended on it.

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Kagome noticed that Tsubaki's house wasn't as big and luxurious as hers, but it was nice nonetheless. High ceilings, beautiful souvenirs from her trips, coins of various precious metals. A small measure of disappointment that her friend wasn't home was alive in her ribcage, but she overcame it with practiced ease. She was getting good at begin alone; she'd had days of exercise, but she wanted it to end. She needed a life, friends, laughter, conversations. She wanted a normal life.

 

But more than that, Kagome wished this house were familiar; she imagined she'd come here countless times.

 

“Do you wish to wait?” one of Tsubaki's servants asked politely as Kagome admired her friend's beautiful portrait that hung on a huge wall. She was as mysterious in real life as she was in a lifeless picture.

 

“No… Tell Tsubaki I passed by,” It would be best.

 

Suddenly, the huge door opened and all the servants bowed as a handsome man revealed himself from behind it. His piercing eyes, his dashing smile, she remembered none of it. His long hair enveloped his shoulders as his stunning smile lit the whole room. Kagome was left momentarily speechless, admiring his poise and wondering if she was supposed to know him.

 

Certainly not, right?

 

… though she couldn't help but wish he was her husband.

 

“Ah, Kagome,” the man intoned with a sugary voice. “It is so nice to finally see you again.”