[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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What's the point of a disclaimer? Is somebody going to come on this site, see that I didn't say that I am not the owner of Inu Yasha, and persecute me? Well, if they do, they're welcome to it. It will be my pity gift to the one who has no life. *Grumbles* I don't own Inu Yasha. <_>

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She was put in a room with nothing but a tatami mat and bedding, a window on one wall overlooking the courtyard. 'It's day.'

The fire pit in the middle of the room was cold with disuse but it was still warmer than that torture room within the ground. Kagura carried her over to the mat. Waiting to be thrown to the ground before it by her enemy, she was surprised when she was gently lowered to it, instead. She was left to stare up at the ceiling, what had just happened replaying in her mind.

Kagura reappeared above her, and she was yet again surprised, almost shocked by the expression in her face. Sadness, sympathy. And a flash of something that she almost missed, but she recognized for what it was. A desire to be free. Sudden warmth enveloped Kagome, and she managed the energy to shift her head to look at it.

Disgust and panic overcame her. "NO! Get it off me! Don't let it touch me!" Naraku's baboon pelt was being used to cover her and she kicked at it weakly. The movement caused her to feel dizzy so she stopped. Kagura straitened it, pulling it back up to her chin.

"Live with it. There isn't exactly a lot of cloth around. But that bastard seems to keep a supply of them handy, just to cover up those puppets of his. But…" She said, a gleam in her eye. "If you really don't want to be touched by this warm pelt then I guess I can go search through the dead bodies and find a suitable one. If you don't mind blood and the stench of death, of course."

Kagome turned paler then she already was. Kagura stood.

"I thought you'd take it my way." She stepped away, leaving Kagome's view, so she let her head roll to the side to follow the kijo around the room. She noticed that the baboon pelt was not all that she had brought.

"I brought you a kimono to clothe yourself. That thing you were wearing was destroyed. When you can move that is, and do it yourself." Moving to the doorway, she said one last thing over her shoulder.

"Perhaps, I'll be back later to feed and tend your wounds. If that's what he wishes, that is." She slid the rice door behind her. That left Kagome alone.

Managing to get out from under the heavy pelt, she took a breather long enough to realize that she actually needed the blasted thing to keep warm. Biting her lip to keep any noises she made to herself, she made it to her bruised knees. Then one foot and the other made it under her. Her goal, the window, was reached after many a painful step, but she endured.

Resting her elbows on the frame, she leaned her head on her arms. A noise brought her attention forward. She watched as Kagura and Naraku left the building, Kagura pulling out her feather and throwing it high into the air. She leaped upon it and hovered high above the ground, not looking at her companion.

Kagome watched in horrid fascination as wings sprouted slowly out from the baboon pelt. The form then joined Kagura in the air, and both sped away. Kagome smiled grimly as hope gave her new strength. Reaching out with her hand, a voice from behind jerked her away from the window, and she leaned against the wall beside it. Kanna stood in the doorway.

"I wouldn't if I were you. Not only is there a barrier covering this building to keep you in and to keep things out but you also need to be reminded. Naraku's miasma is right outside. It is slightly dissipated but still strong enough to kill you before you leave the grounds." She said softly and slowly, glimmers from the mirror in her hands punctuating her words every now and then.

Kagome was stock still after those words, staring into the calm pools of the strange quiet youkai's eyes. Hope dissipating, the strength that came with it seeped away, leaving her weak kneed. Sliding down the length of the wall, she slumped forward. Loud sobs broke the silence.

Kanna remained in the doorway, looking on, and anybody who watched would see her pale hands once again curling tightly around the mirror. It flashed and tendrils reached out to the prone girl, wrapping around her. The sobs died down and the young miko slipped into a dreamless sleep.

"Rest. Heal." Kanna whispered.

Kagome woke up with a start, mind free of the pain haze she had been in for a while now. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the shadows cast by the sinking sun from the widow. She was alone once again but this did not ease her growing distress. Eventually, her eyes rested on the kimono left earlier by Kagura.

Though her muscles were sore, especially in places she'd rather not think about right then, she got up without too much pain and made her way over to it. Picking it up, the silk slid over her fingers. 'So soft. It must be one of Kagura's.'

The pelt fell down around her feet and she quickly donned the kimono. She wanted to get away from that disgusting thing as much as possible. Tying it about her waist, she smoothed the fabric over her hips, head cast down to the floor. Noticing flint there beside the fire pit, she proceeded to make a fire and it quickly warmed the small room.

Sitting, she wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head upon them. Her stomach growled, reminding her that the pain had kept her from noticing she hadn't eaten in days. What's one more pain in the midst of so many others?

'Inu Yasha… Where are you doing right now at this moment? Are you chasing after Shippo? Are you in a tree, sulking because of something Miroku said?' "Inu Yasha!" She started crying, silently, tears dripping from her eyes and staining the silk covering her.'He chose Kikyo over me. I'm here in this horrible place and the only hope I have of rescue is if Inu Yasha travels to my time and realizes that I never made it there. And I don't even know if I want him to come. He won't want me now that his enemy has… has…And that I enjoyed it.'

She lay down beside the pit, arms folded beneath her head as a cushion.'I even sensed that something was not right but I went with it. I'm so pathetic. I just wanted Inu Yasha's show of affection to be real. But it was Naraku…' She gritted her teeth, the scene re-playing in her mind once again. 'But when I thought it was Inu Yasha… I wanted it more than anything.' Tired still, she fell asleep once again, the warmth from the pit making her comfortable on the wooden floor.

She was startled awake when she felt someone pulling aside at the flaps of her kimono. She tried knocking the hands away, still drowsy. However, she was quite awake when one of those hands slapped her face so hard that she was knocked rolling across the room and slammed into the wall. Groaning, she lifted herself up on her hands and looked at her attacker.

"Lets not struggle. Or do you want me to chain you to the wall again?" After a period of time in which their eye's met in a battle of wills, she looked away and shook her head.

"Much better." Coming closer, one hand shot out and wrapped around her neck. Kagome's hands flew up, but the look in his eyes warned her not to struggle in the least. Eyes wide, she let her hands fall back to her sides. Naraku leaned in and inhaled her scent, before letting go of her and stepping away again.

"Go to the tatami mat and lay down." Kagome hurried over, fearing worse if she wasn't quick about it. Kneeling, she felt his presence right behind her. Lying down, she closed her eyes. She heard the sound of falling cloth and flinched. One hand slid into her kimono and started massaging one breast while the other untied the obi around her waist. The air that met her skin was chill now that she was across the room from the fire.

She flinched again when she felt his tongue on her cheek and almost gagged when he shoved his tongue in her mouth. A hand crept into her hair, pulling at the strands as he continued. Suddenly, he yanked her head up and she bit her lip to stay quiet.

"Open your eyes." Kagome did as she was told, hoping her feelings would not show. No such luck, as he read the disgust and fear there. He slammed her head back down and stood up. Her ears were ringing as she looked up at him but she still heard what he said.

"Apparently, you won't perform if it's not your precious hanyou. Oh, well." He leered at her, his eyes gleaming. "I don't care how I have you as long as I have you. I'll make you scream before the night is over." Her mouth worked to say something biting back but the pain from her head had her too confused to make anything up. She turned her head away as he started to transform: hair straitening, turning silver, eyes lightening to gold, ears sliding up to the top of his head. Then a voice, his voice, had her chest tightening in recognition.

"Kagome. Kagome, look at me. I'm here for you." He kneeled down beside her and grabbed her shoulders, bringing her in close to be held against him. 'Hold it together, Kagome. He may look and sound and… even smell like Inu Yasha, but it's most definitely Naraku. But…' Her mind told her. But her heart… her heart was being torn apart. She'd wanted to be held like this for so long…

"I'm here for you, Kagome." Tears squeezed out of her eyes and splattered onto his smooth muscle tightened skin. He tightened his hold around her. "Why are you crying, Kagome? I'm here and I'll always protect you." That did it. 'I don't care.' Were her last thoughts.

Her arms wrapped around his waist tightly and her face lifted to his in a passionate kiss. But he broke away and she looked down, forehead resting on his chest.

"Let me see your eyes. Let me see those… beautiful eyes of yours." He said lifting her chin. And they were empty, devoid of any spirit she once may have had. He grinned evilly. 'She finally fell into my spell.'

"Much better." He said before reinitiating the kiss, tongue darting in and out, hands guiding hers between his thighs to the erection waiting there. Her fingers curved naturally around it and he showed what he wanted done with it, groaning from the pleasure the feeling afforded.

Her teeth nibbled at his chest, and finding one nipple, bit down on it before smoothing over it with her tongue. Naraku/Inu Yasha grunted from the pleasure/pain, chuckling at her roughness. 'Apparently she likes it rough, considering yesterdays performance.'

Pressing her down to the mat, he stopped her hands, lifting them to her own breasts. She took his cue and pulled the nipples, causing them to pinken and pebble.

Leaving Kagome to her own devices, and smirking at the moans she was eliciting from herself, Naraku/Inu Yasha dipped down to her navel and swirled his tongue in it. Kissing downward, his mouth hovered above her most heated placed at the moment.

Her hips bucked forward, urging him to touch her there, but he ignored her, and, instead, slid his tongue along her soft inner thighs. All this did was cause the ache she was feeling to intensify, and she made a dissatisfied sound deep in her thought.

"Patience, Kagome, is always a virtue." 'It certainly worked for me.' Allowing himself to give in, he moved back up to where she most wanted and needed to be touched. Finding the nub with his tongue he sucked on it gently. Her hands slid into his hair, the pads of her thumbs rubbing against his fuzzy ears. Kagome was soon gasping in pleasure, her hips rocking against his mouth.

Inu/Naraku lifted above her suddenly, and placed the tip of his erection against her entrance, but did nothing more. Kagome writhed beneath him with need. Inu/Naraku chuckled, the feeling of power causing a euphoria almost as good as an orgasm. However, Kagome did not put up with this for long.

Grabbing his shoulders, she pushed herself towards him, putting him within her. Wrapping her legs around him, she then started rocking against him, using his shoulders for leverage. Inu/Naraku soon took control of the situation, and took her small wrists in one hand, raising them above her head. The other hand he put beneath her buttocks.

"Get ready for a hard ride, wench." He jerked into her, at the same time lifting her hips to meet his. Kagome worked with it, adding her own momentum. Kagome reached her limit quickly, going over the edge with a loud scream of nerve-racking pleasure.

Inu/Naraku found his release moments later, grunting once before cuming into her. Their breathing was hard as each gasped for air. So overly sensitive at that point, even Inu/Naraku's sliding out of her caused a small wave of pleasure to escape her. Lying beside her, Inu/Naraku's appearance changed back to the original despicable image.

Chuckling, Naraku leaned over her and looked at her flushed face. Her eyes did not see him, seemingly looking beyond to some point over his shoulder. Normal for this kind of spell. She would only react like this to Inu Yasha or someone that looked like the hanyou. Otherwise… 'You'll be my mindless slave for all time, my Kagome.'

Getting up, Naraku donned his clothes, looking out the window with a smug satisfied smile on his face. He turned to leave, but stopped right before making his exit.

"Get up and get dressed before you catch cold, my dear. Wouldn't want my whore to get sick now, would we?" He cackled as he left the room.

Kagura passed him in the hallway, his cackling getting on her nerves as soon as she heard it. 'What's he so damned pleased about?' Carrying a tray of food and wrappings for Kagome, she stopped abruptly in the doorway. Her mouth dropped open slightly at what she saw.

There Kagome stood, numbly dressing, her hair tousled. But what got Kagura were her eyes. They looked like Kohaku's when he was being controlled. Completely lifeless.

Kagura placed the tray down on the floor near the tatami mat. She looked at Kagome at a loss for words. Kagome, now dressed, just stood there, staring blankly at the wooden floor.

'Damn it! How is Naraku supposed to be destroyed if SHE'S here?! At this rate, I'll never be free!!' Glaring at the oblivious young miko, she gritted her teeth. She sighed, frustrated.

"Sit down and I'll give you some food." Kagura readied the miso soup as Kagome sat down, continuing to stare off into space. That was beginning to creep out Kagura as much as it did when Kohaku did it. Grinding her teeth together once more, she plopped the bowl before her and then made some for herself. Taking a few mouthfuls hungrily, she glanced over to see that Kagome hadn't touched hers.

"What the hell do you think your doing? You haven't eaten in days!" No response. Kagura stomped over and got in her face. "Eat it, now, or I'll--" Kagura stopped.

At the moment she had said eat it, Kagome had lifted the bowl up and then proceeded to slurp it down in five long gulps. Coughing a bit, Kagome lowered the bowl to her lap, completely empty. Kagura just stared at her. 'I guess she was… really hungry.'

Kagura spooned out another helping for Kagome, and told her to eat it since apparently the girl only responded to direct orders. Kagome ate this bowl slightly more slowly. Spooning her own soup into her mouth, Kagura contemplated the situation.

'Naraku has had her, I can sense it. And he's put some sort of spell on her to make her a mindless slave, submitting to his every whim. While here I am, not much better than her, really. I have my own thoughts and wishes yet I continue to follow Naraku, not mindless but still a slave. I hate him!' Kagura slammed the bowl down so hard it shattered, cutting her palm. "Shit!" So as not to stain anything, she pressed gauze against the cut. Sighing, she went back to her thoughts.

'I wish to be free of him! God! Why won't the bastard die already? Both Inu Yasha and his… brother have tried to kill him and they came so close, too! If they only had a little help…' Kagura's eyes shifted to Kagome's blank ones. She grinned triumphantly, an idea taking hold. 'If Kagome just 'happens' to break out of his spell and escapes, it'll be a blow to his confidence! He'll then go after Inu Yasha to show to himself that he is indeed still strong. And those who fight to prove something make mistakes.'

It was an iffy plan but she was willing to take the chance. 'I'd rather die than be his lackey any longer.' Clenching her fists, Kagura stood, resolve buoying her up. 'This is it! If I do it now, Naraku will be too angered to notice that the spell is still there and his sex slave couldn't have possibly gotten away on her own power.'

Looking down at the young miko, the details solidified in her mind. "Get up. We're going to be doing a little break out." As Kagome stood up, Kagura searched around the room for… "Aha! And put this on and cover your face with it." Kagura threw the baboon pelt in her direction. "I don't want to be carrying a dead body out of here just because you breathed in too much miasma." She grumbled. Kagome did as she was told, wrapping the pelt about her and pulling the hood down tight against her mouth and nose.

Kagura poked her head out into the hall, making sure the coast was clear. Going back to Kagome, she was at a loss, for a moment, as what to do with her. 'I can't keep giving her commands, somebody would surely hear me.' Instead, she took the other's hand in hers. Pulling the young miko behind her, she poked her head out the door once more before sliding into the hall.

The only noise was of the human girl's padding feet behind her as they made there way down the hall and to the main entrance of the building they were in. They left the building and made their way into the courtyard, the miasma gusting around them as the wind picked up. Stopping, Kagura looked around before plucking a solitary feather from her head and throwing it into the air. Transforming, she willed it to come down and hover.

"Get on." Kagura whispered harshly, assisting her in stepping up onto it. Now on, Kagura began to step away, but Kagome's hand tightened on hers. Looking from the hand to Kagome's face, Kagura was surprised to see that the young miko still continued to look ahead in an aimless manor. 'What's going on?'

Tugging on her hand, she could not get away from the miko's grip. "What are you doing?" She growled, quietly. "I have to stay, my time has not yet come to escape. Now… Let go." She directed. Feeling the grip loosen, she stepped quickly away, rubbing lightly at her hand.

Kagura willed the miko and the feather away from this cursed place, towards the direction Inu Yasha and his friends usually came from.

Naraku sat in meditation, in a pleasant mood for one so despicable. Sensing something to the side, he turned his head slowly in that direction. Kanna stood in the doorway, looking in at him. The mirror between her small hands gave a flash before moving images began to appear within it. That of Kagura walking quickly towards a building, a small form in the distance over her right shoulder slowly becoming smaller as it sped away. Naraku's eyes narrowed.

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