InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Corrupted the Blind ❯ Ancient Feelings 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Ancient Feelings

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

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A/N: Enter IY. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter. I did when I wrote it.

 

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“Kagome, my dear,” the man that had just entered. “I am surprised to see you here. How are things going? Tsubaki… has told me of the incident and I thought I should leave you alone for a while before plaguing you with my presence,” the man taunted, before taking a deep bow. Kagome's smile almost reached her ears and she went towards him and extended her arm.

 

He took it instantly, placing a light kiss on her skin, leaving tingles in its wake then wrapped it in his own two, rather feminine hands.

 

“I am sorry,” Kagome said. “I do not remember anything about you. Who should you be?”

 

“My name is Onigumo Kumo, but you may call me Naraku. That's what everyone calls me,” he offered with a smirk.

 

“Are you such an evil man that your nickname is Hell?” Kagome asked teasingly and grinned widely.

 

“The most evil man,” he replied with a bow and a sly smirk that had her giggling within seconds.

 

“Oh, be serious, Naraku. I was told about you. Tsubaki told me we used to be very good friends.”

 

“Best friends!” Naraku exclaimed. “And we didn't `use to be'. We still are best friends, are we not? Or what? You shall stop being my friend now that you cannot remember me?” he asked playfully, faking hurt.

 

Kagome chuckled lightly at his expense. “No, of course not.” Then she took a brief look at Tsubaki's huge portrait. “Tell me, Naraku,” she said, not facing him, “What are you here for?”

 

“To see Tsubaki, of course,” she heard him say and Kagome allowed a small smile to settle on her lips.

 

“She is not home,” she told him.

 

“She isn't?” He seemed surprised. “Then where is she?”

 

“I did not ask,” Kagome admitted and turned to face him. “I believe she will come back soon. The servants asked me if I should stay.”

 

”Who asked you this?”

 

“The servants, I said,” she repeated, but she snorted.

 

“I am sorry. I meant which one of the servants, but I forgot you do not remember their names. Am I right?” Naraku asked gently.

 

“Yes, you are,” she replied without a trace of discomfort.

 

“Very well then. If the tall servant with a thick moustache ever tells you something, do not listen to him. He is very sly and deceiving. He likes to play tricks on people. I am unsure why Tsubaki still keeps him around, but my guess is she finds him amusing,” he explained.

 

“No, it wasn't him,” Kagome assured Naraku with a small smile.

 

“Shall we go upstairs?” he offered and Kagome's eyes widened.

 

“I - I could never,” she said, aghast.

 

“Why?” He seemed confused.

 

“I cannot just walk around in Tsubaki's house like that,” she explained, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And the thing was, it was indeed normal.

 

“Oh, have no worries,” he assured her, “Tsubaki shall not mind. We do it all the time. In fact, we do it at your house, too. We shall understand if you do not want us doing it just yet; you are not very familiar with us anymore, but you shall be. My point is, we sometimes sleep at each other's if we are passing by and the other's house is closer and can provide warmth and comfort.”

 

Kagome was carefully taking all in. It was confusing, but it seemed they were very close. That had to be a good thing. She had friends that obviously cared about her. Even if she didn't remember them. But they wee there for her, supporting her. She felt warm inside.

 

A sudden thought crossed Kagome's mind. If Naraku was such a dashing character, she figured her husband would be thousand times better. Otherwise, she shouldn't have been able to remain his wife with a man like Naraku as her friend. She had to be deeply in love with her husband.

 

Which led her to the big question.

 

“Naraku. Who is my husband? Where is he?”

 

His face hardened and he didn't utter a word for a minute. His eyes were glazed and he seemed a totally different, maybe even scary man.

 

“Listen, Kagome. I think we should stop playing games with you,” he started and Kagome gasped. Playing games with her? What did that mean? “Tsubaki and I do not want to remind you of him. He left,” he explained and Kagome's heart started to beat erratically inside her chest. This knowledge affected her profusely for some reason. Whether she felt disappointment or betrayal, she couldn't tell. “If you do remember him on your own then there is nothing we can do. But we want to protect you as much as we can from him. He is a pathetic existence, my dear and I have always wondered how come a precious girl like you has ended up with a vile man like him. Oh, the things he used to do to you. Believe me when I tell you that you are better off not knowing.”

 

Her entire body trembled but not in fear. She felt heartbroken. Her husband didn't love her? But then what of the letters she'd read? Were they from him? Kagome gasped loudly and raised a hand to her mouth to cover the sound.

 

Did she have an affair? Was the one who sent her the letter a mysterious lover? But it had sounded just like the kind of letter a husband sends his wife…

 

“Naraku... how well do you know me?” she asked and he quirked an inquisitive eyebrow.

 

“Do you know all my secrets?” He seemed to understand.

 

“Yes, I believe I do,” he told her and she sighed in relief.

 

“Then you can tell me if I ever had an affair,” she pleaded and his face darkened once more.

 

“I would if only there was only one… Truth is, you were so distraught during your last two years of marriage that you had several affairs. There was nothing Tsubaki and I could do for you,” he explained miserably.

 

Kagome gasped and felt a stray tear prick at the corner of her eye. She was a slut? She had acted like a common whore the last years of her marriage? But why?

 

“Why?' she asked meekly.

 

“Because of your husband. He was a bastard and you probably wanted to prove him you did not care. I think you succeeded,” he admitted. “Now he has left you. I doubt he will ever come back, Kagome.”

 

Kagome's silent tears were now falling freely and Naraku's face turned into a gentle one. He moved to hug her, but she stopped him with a dismissive wave of her right hand.

 

“No, it's all right. Thank you for telling me this,” she told him smiling slightly before making her way out of the mansion hurriedly.

 

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Inuyasha was sitting on the porch, still working up his courage to go see Kagome. It seemed he couldn't convince himself to do that, because he didn't know how he would react around her. He smiled softly and decided he would go with the flow and let things develop on their own.

 

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Kagome reached her bedroom crying wholeheartedly. She couldn't hear nor see anything than her tears and the painful whimpers she let out from time to time.

 

She was rendered speechless. Her husband didn't love her, she was a whore and her whole life was a joke? She couldn't believe this. For a brief second, she thought it was better that she had lost her memory.

 

But she quickly realised it wasn't. It was a nightmare to live such a foggy life.

 

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The now dressed woman was still waiting out in the large room for her lover. She was getting rather impatient, but didn't dare disobey him. She knew what he was capable of and she didn't have the power to overcome him yet. But she would, as soon as she found what she was looking for.

 

But that was proving to be a trickier test than she had imagined.

 

Suddenly, the doors went open and her lover stepped inside, his face gradually revealed from the shadows.

 

“Finally,” she exclaimed.

 

“Shut up and look,” he advised, throwing something on the desk. The woman inspected it closely and her eyes widened.

 

“This is my book!” she argued, but he did nothing but scoff.

 

“I know that.”

 

“How dare you rummage through my things and take my book?” she asked him incredulously. “You could have asked me to bring it to you.”

 

“I wanted to retrieve it myself,” he explained dismissively and she knew she had to shut up.

 

“Did you offer Inuyasha what I gave you?” the man asked and she nodded. “Good girl,” he said as if he were talking to a little child and she scowled, but knew that it was better not to anger him at the moment. He seemed a bit off.

 

“Now I have to make a stronger one,” he commented casually and her mouth opened slightly to release a surprised gasp. He looked at her inquisitively.

 

“What? Did you think I wouldn't do it?” he asked her and she shook her head vigorously as he smiled. “You are dismissed,” he said, never taking his eyes off the book and she left through the secret passage.

 

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Tsubaki arrived home late in the evening, angrily trotting across the hallway to her room. She stopped briefly next to a servant.

 

“Has anything happened while I was out?” she asked with an attitude.

 

“Yes, madam,” the servant said and bowed. When he didn't continue Tsubaki angrily slapped her.

 

“You incompetent fool! Can't you tell me what happened or do I need to ask a question for each information?” she asked angrily then sighed. “I'm sorry for having hit you,” she said stiffly. “I had a hard day. The… other Lords are very infuriating when they want to,” she explained and the servant nodded.

 

“Lady Kagome has been here to visit you. Lord Naraku, too. They have met now and I should say they have discussed quite long.”

 

Tsubaki's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as it all dawned on her.

 

“Kagome was here?”

 

“Yes, Madam,” the servant said with a bow.

 

“All right. Dismissed,” Tsubaki said before heading to her bedroom and locking herself inside, even though she was alone in the house.

 

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One of the servants came to announce Kagome that she had a visit and that it was an unfamiliar man outside, waiting for the Lady of the house. She quickly wiped her tears and took a hasty look in the mirror. When she was satisfied by the image reflecting back at her, she descended down the stairs.

 

The sight she was presented with took her breath away. In the hallway there was a gorgeous man waiting impatiently. He suddenly looked up at her and she felt butterflies dancing around in her stomach. She forgot to go down the stairs for a moment and remained frozen on the spot until she saw his warm smirk.

 

She inspected all his features and found herself attracted to every aspect of him. His midnight black hair was flowing brightly on his broad shoulders as his dark, almost violet eyes gazed back at her. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen and she was afraid she would stutter in front of him. She briefly wondered if she knew him or if he was one of her lovers. If he was, then she could easily understand why she had had an affair with him.

 

“Have we met?” she asked timidly and his brilliant smile almost melted her on the spot.

 

“No, we have not,” the man said and extended his hand. She reached up to grasp it and they shook hands for an instant before he placed a warm kiss on the back of hers. Her knees were suddenly weak and she feared she would fall.

 

“My name is Inuyasha Taisho,” the man said charmingly and smiled at her brightly, before continuing, “I come from far away and have been told that this is the Takahashi mansion,” he said and watched the obvious confusion on her features.

 

“Yes, it is,” she agreed.

 

“Well then. I have come to the right place. I have heard that a wonderful Lady that goes by the name of Kagome Takahashi can help me with my plight.”

 

She was surprised to hear she was so famous that even strangers knew about her, but was confused as to what she could help him with.

 

“Help you? With what?”

 

“There is a serious illness where I come from and I have heard that you could treat it or at least tell us what it was so we could find a cure,” he explained and her eyes widened.

 

“I-I,” she stuttered but he interrupted her. “I understand if you are too busy, Lady Kagome. Very well, I shall be going,” he said and turned to leave.

 

Right then, Kagome all but shouted, “Wait!” and he turned on his heels.

 

“Yes?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

 

“I shall do it,” she announced proudly and he smiled at her.