InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Existence ❯ "I am...Naraku..." ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: I promise you, things will start to make sense. Um... I know that people are hating me right now because I am delaying on the 12th chapter but don't get mad at me. If this comes out like I hope it will, then the 12th chapter will be a lemon but there will be some dramatic changes. Don't worry though, the plot is the same, but coolness is coming!

Scene 3

A shrill scream rang through his ears, causing him to cease his battle with his half-brother. A cold shiver traveled down his spine as the scream echoed through the forest filled. A scream filled with so much emotion, so much pain that his shiver ran all throughout his body reaching even down to his toes.

He sniffed uncertainly at the air.

`Blood…'

He turned in the direction of the scream and looked down at the girl he had revived from death with Tenseiga.

`That's the same direction where she was running from when I retrieved her… she held another scent on her as well… a female scent if I'm correct… sakura blossoms and the faint scent of jasmine…'

Turning away from the battle he had meaninglessly started with his half-brother, he commanded Rin, his little girl, to follow him as he headed in the direction of the horrific scream, leaving a very confused group in his wake.

Meanwhile…

Still confused from his sudden departure, the group of six stared at the slowly disappearing form of Sesshoumaru.

"What the fuck! You fucking start shit with me and then leave when a freaky scream echoes through the forest! What are you, scared or something?" He hated to admit it but that scream had made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

`What the fuck was that!'

"Inuyasha… can we go… that scream was kind of…" She shivered and stepped closer towards the hanyou.

"Kagome… stick close by… that was really freaky…" Inuyasha stepped closer to Kagome, his eyes following his half-brother disappearing into the forest.

"Inuyasha, do you think we should check it out?" The lecherous monk had a very serious look on his face. The scream had chilled him to the bone and he wondered if perhaps Naraku was somehow responsible.

As if reading his thoughts, Sango, one of the last of the demon slayers, inquired her own opinion, "Do you believe that Naraku is in the area? I don't sense anything but a while ago a great jyaki did pass through the forest…"

"Naraku! I hadn't thought of that… Kagome?" Shippou, a tiny kitsune clung tightly to his surrogate mother.

"It's okay, Shippou…" Despite her words of comfort, everyone still felt uneasy.

"Kirara!" Upon Sango's call, the small fire neko transformed to her larger form, fangs bared. She growled in the direction the smell of blood emerged from and her uneasiness showed easily to the rest of the group.

Anxiety high amongst the group, they trailed towards the source of the unnerving scream…

In Another Part of the Forest…

He pumped continuously into her. The feeling that had come with his incessant pounding had died and she just waited until he stopped but he kept going. She felt nothing… her body had gone numb, her struggles had died with each and every touch lain upon her.

She breathed heavily, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as her body lay bearing the brunt of his lust. She was covered in sweat more so from his sweat than her own. Blood poured from the open gashes on her wrists and earlier wounds she had been inflicted with and they stung with the saltiness from their bodies' perspiration.

And yet… he continued his powerful thrusts, violent and forceful, into her tainted core. Her throat was raw from screaming, her eyes red from tears… but he didn't care. He had broken her spirit as she lay pressed up against that tree… eyes closed, brows furrowed, lips faintly parted as hoarse cries of hurt and anguish came forth and bleeding beneath him.

His right hand traveled up from her bruised rear and he made a thin gash with his claw up the small of her back to the wraps on her wrists. A clawed finger proceeded under the bond, breaking the thin but strong filament and her arms fell effortlessly to my sides. No struggles sprung from her delicate form… She didn't even lift her arms to try to push him away. Her strength had been drained… her pride, honor, dignity… innocence… lost to this devil that pumped into her…

Wincing beneath him, she felt his pace quicken and he plunged harder, faster and deeper into her sex.

`It wasn't… supposed to be… like this… Makoto… why did you leave me? We were supposed to be together… that night… that night…'

Flashback…

"Makoto… I… I love you… I want to be yours… Onegai… make me your own…" The wind blew through the trees carrying her words through the silence of the night.

The moon was full, playing shadows upon the lake they stood in. Water dripped from their forms rippling the forever changing waters. The silence thick in the air, her breath held in by his lack of response.

Tears welled in her eyes when he didn't meet her gaze.

`… I should've known… he only thinks of me as a friend… he was only toying with my emotions… but if so, then… why?'

She pushed back from his embrace and turned her back to him, slowly stepping away from him and walking toward the shore.

Arms enveloped her, holding her in place, the smell of arousal thick in the air. Hot breath teased the delicate flesh on the back of her neck.

"Mai, I'm sorry but… I don't love you…" He tenderly placed kisses along the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Her tears fell at his words and she tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her in place. She tensed under his firm hold as his arms circled her waist.

"Why are you doing this if you don't feel the same for me? Please let me be…" Her whisper was full of regret and pain. She was just rejected by her one… her whole life, the one who kept her going for so long… She felt empty, lost and so alone even though he stood right beside her.

"Mai… you misjudge me…" He whispered in her ear before lightly nibbling on it. He turned her around and tilted her chin to look at her eyes, but she kept them downcast, "Look at me. What I feel for you… I can't even begin to describe. It goes beyond love… This feeling, this miracle, it's you. You… you are my miracle…"

Her looked at her, his eyes glazed over with raw passion and desire, a gentle breeze blew across the still waters, creating tiny ripples as his gentle whispers broke the silence, "If I must put my emotions into words for you, then yes, I do love you… But it feels so wrong to just say it like that. I want you to feel what I feel for you. I want you to know how much joy, anger, sorrow, everything… I want you to know how much of it you bring to me. When you are happy, I am content, and when you are hurting, I feel your pain. Know this, my miracle, my one… my beloved… I will always feel this way for you, even after death, and when hell freezes over, I'll still feel like this! I'll be there… with you… forever…" Each pause was followed by a gentle kiss to her cheeks, eyes, nose, chin and finally a kiss to her lips.

Jolts of electricity shot through them wherever they touched and their skin heated with the gentle flames of passion, lust and desire. Scents of intoxication flowed through the warm summer breeze, carrying it through the silent forest and warning those in the area of their intent, warning those around them to stay away and to not disturb their time together.

"Makoto… show me, onegai!" She whispered, as his hands traveled lightly down her spine making her arch into him, "I need you…" She looked eagerly into his warm, inviting eyes.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, a hint of worry in his tone as he felt a familiar tightening in his nether regions.

"Don't think… just feel…" Taking his hand in her own, she pressed it against her chest, over her left breast to her ever-rising heartbeat. No further persuasion was required. He covered her lips with his and delved into her mouth with his tongue with actions similar to what he planned to do with his body to hers. One hand entwined in her hair, before slowly running down her back and gently resting on her rear. The other took her left breast, kneading it through his fingers.

A soft moan reached his ears and he smirked into the kiss, swallowing the small sound. Her arms traveled up his chest and wrapped themselves around his neck drawing him closer to her. His arms traveled downward and hooked under her thighs. He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist and he suppressed a groan when she rocked down on his hardened length.

He waded through the water, carrying her to a rock somewhat off to the side of the middle of the shallow lake. His fervent kisses caused a pressure to build in her lower stomach. They eagerly tried to press their bodies against each other, but there were too many clothes in the way. He growled in slight frustration and untied the knot behind her back causing the thin piece of material that covered to breasts to go slack. His lifted it over her head and tossed it to shore. Then pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it. Her fingers ran lightly over the planes of his chest and she marveled when his muscles rippled beneath her fingertips. She pressed a kiss over his heart and started to tease his heated flesh. Her flicked over his nipple and his mind went blank for a moment.

`So that's what it feels like…' He thought as her lips traveled up his chest and she started to nip at his neck.

"My turn…" He breathed and brought her face to his, kissing her deeply. He kissed his way down, leaving tingles where his mouth had once been. His made his way steady lower and attached his mouth to her breast, playing with the hardened bead on his tongue and between his teeth. Her gasp made him smirk and he set her down. She really didn't seem to notice when he gently coaxed her out of the tight shorts and threw them off the steadily building pile of clothing.

She lay back, resting against the rock as he took in all her beauty. Her skin glistened in the moonlight and beads of water dripped down making her seem like a water goddess. He felt her heartbeat quicken under his intense scrutiny and he planted a gentle kiss to her lips.

"You're beautiful… more than I could have ever imagined…" He whispered, laying her back against the smooth rock emerging from the water. He placed butterfly kisses against her exposed flesh making her gasp. She ran her fingers down his chest, setting his skin on fire. Her fingertips touched the waistband of his pants and she glanced hesitantly at him. A slight nod made her gently pull them down. A slight blush crossed her features and he smiled at her innocence. A sharp gasp escaped him when she reached down between their bodies and gripped his shaft gently but firmly. She stroked him and slowly pulled the rest of his pants all the way down. He stepped out of them and tossed the rest of the clothes to the shore.

Flesh met flesh, setting their skin on fire. Their passion was almost tangible between the young lovers, as their kisses grew more forceful and wanting. Her body lay on the flat, smooth rock and he climbed slightly out of the water to rest on top of her. She felt her thighs being gently pushed apart by his knees and a bit of fear made her tense.

"Relax, love… just relax…" He whispered and kissed her, trying to ease her nerves. Pressing his throbbing member at her entrance, he gently started to ease himself in.

A slight burning sensation shot through her when her body enveloped his tip. A small groan worked its way passes her lips and Makoto tenderly pressed kisses to her lips and then down to her neck, sucking at the skin tenderly.

SNAP!

Makoto quickly retracted himself from her body; her seal not yet broken by him and the two went back to back, taking their battle positions. The sudden sound of a snapping twig made them leave the warmth of the other's embrace. Evil laughter sounded from a bush off to the side as a man emerged. A youkai in a man's form stepped forward, his laughter carried away by the gentle breeze. Unease passed between the young lovers as they sensed his jyaki. A dark cloak covered his features as he stepped towards the couple.

"Why have you stopped? It was such a pleasure to be able to watch the two of you…" He licked his lips, and they saw a faint dark red glow come from his eyes, "Mmmm… your bitch is perfect… perhaps I will make her my own…" He stared at the demoness with hungry eyes.

Makoto growled threateningly in his throat, his anger rising, not only at being disturbed but having his future mate threatened, "Who the hell are you? You'll have to get through me if you want her, asshole!"

"It would be my pleasure… after all, you are quite appealing yourself…" He charged at the naked demon in the water as Mai quickly covered herself with a thin garment to fight as well…

…End of Flashback

Another tear fell from Mai's eye as she felt his body start to tense beneath her. His release was near. She closed her eyes and bit back the bile beginning to rise in her throat when something incredibly warm and thick spilled into her. His groan was muffled as he buried his head in her neck and bit down, breaking the sensitive flesh. The action only lasted mere seconds but that one moment would never leave her memory until death, which she prayed would be later that night.

His tongue lapped at the wound on her neck, a warm wetness gently cleaning the fresh gash. It was the mark… that fucking mark, which would now legitimately indicate that she was claimed until death. No youkai would ever touch her because of that mark. It doomed her to an empty, meaningless life. But why would he care.

He stood leaning heavily against her, his breathing haggard and his body trembling, recovering from such an exertion. He slowly pulled out of her, setting her down against the base of the tree. Her body didn't respond to her mind's pleas to run and she felt herself slipping further and further into unconsciousness. Her mind barely registered that he had stepped back. Nevertheless, she looked up at the devil that had violated her in the worst of ways. He just stood there, a slight smirk tucking up the corner of his lips as if admiring his work on her battered body.

Her body longed to rest but she struggled to stay unconscious, "Who are you?" She whispered.

This question seemed to please him but she no longer cared about anything. He stepped towards her and leaned down, nibbling gently on her fuzzy, triangular ears. He planted soft kisses on her face and on her lips and placed the yukatta that had fallen off, over her naked body.

He kissed her hard and then licked the mark on her neck before standing, "I am… Naraku…"

She didn't struggle, even though her eyes still held their defiant look. They drifted to a close and she felt her mind go blank. Her body went limp and the darkness consumed her. One thing chanted through her mind and left her lips in a faint whisper before she completely blacked out.

"…Naraku…"