InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Halves ❯ Training ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I do not make money from writing this story.

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A/N: Here's a new chapter. I seriously, seriously hope you'll like it :)
There's a new character in the picture, let's see if you guess who. It's not that hard.

Well, I have got to say that writing a RinSess pairing is really weird for me, because in my eyes,
Rin is just a child, so it's a challenge. I just hope I'll be able to pull it off.

Thank you so much for your support and reviews, everyone, I appreciate it, really, I do. You're amazing.
I just hope you'll keep reviewing, because it motivates me to do better.

Yoshi = Good, All right
Chotto matte kudasai = Wait a minute, please
Mina = Everyone, all
Moushiwake arimasen is a formal way to apologize
Moushiwake arimasen deshita indicates that the person is apologizing for something that has been done
Arigatou = Thank you

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“I want to introduce you to someone,” Kaede announced and Kagome couldn't help but smile. The old woman was so kind, so gentle to her, that she almost saw her as the grandmother she'd never met. She didn't feel uncomfortable that the miko wanted her to meet someone. It probably had to do with her training, and any help was welcome.

However, she didn't expect the man that entered her training room.

“Miroku-sama?!” Her expression nearly fell off her face when the grinning man stopped for a moment to check her up from head to toe, just to keep his fame of a pervert, she was sure.

“Miroku-sama!” Kaede scolded, “What would Sango-san say?” Kagome was confused a bit, Kaede knew about Sango? “So,” the old woman pried, “do you two know each other?”

“Yes,” they both said at the same time, erupting into a fit of laughter afterwards. “Yes,” the Emperor's nephew emphasized, “I have already met the young beauty.” For some reason, Kagome didn't feel flustered under his powerful gaze. So why did Kaede want her to meet him?

“Miroku will help you with your training!” Kaede announced almost cheerfully and Miroku grinned. Kagome's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets! There was no way Miroku was anything close to a holy man. How could he train her?

He answered for her, “I'm a monk.” That was too hilarious.

“No, you're not,” Kagome scoffed.

Miroku frowned, “Yes, I am.”

There was a sigh that might have come out of Kagome when she finally relented, “Fine, but no touching.” The young man held out his palms defensively as if to prove he would behave.

The situation was amusing in itself and she found herself wanting to laugh so hard, to forget about all her problems, all her misery. It was quite difficult, wasn't it? After the incredible kiss Inuyasha gave her… It would have been better if he had never come by, if he had never touched her in the first place. Now she could almost feel his smooth caress, his puffy lips. The man was a sin, and she couldn't have enough of him, but he belonged to someone else no matter how much her soul protested.

Suddenly, Miroku leaned forward a bit, forcing Kagome to do the same, but backwards. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see something that appeared invisible to her.

“Nee, Kagome, have you seen the prince Inuyasha recently?”

If she hadn't paid attention, she would have swallowed her own tongue, “Wh-what? Why?”

Miroku's eyebrow rose, why was she acting so defensive? “There is a lingering trace on your pure aura… I might be mistaken, because it sort of appears permanent, but it feels exactly like Inuyasha's youki.”

“No,” she lied, “I haven't seen him.” She caught Kaede's disapproving look - the old woman knew the story, Kagome had confided in her for some reason.

“Hmm,” Miroku pondered, “that is odd, indeed. What do you think Kaede-sama?”

The old woman inclined her head, “I am rather tired today, Miroku-sama, I do not really see or feel anything.”

“Aa. Fine.”

Kagome sighed in relief. She didn't want more people knowing she was Inuyasha's Half. Why did Miroku have to be a monk? He was a pervert, dammit! It was clear that if he ever found out then Sango would find out, and consequently, Kikyou-Hime would, too.

“I was told you cannot concentrate well. Is there anything on your mind?”

Yes, lots, like the son of the Emperor who's meant to be my Half but doesn't want to, yet still teases me about it, “No. Nothing at all.”

“Yoshi. Then will you let me teach you how to focus?” His gaze was gentle, he didn't seem to be implying anything naughty.

“Fine.”

“Then come with me to the waterfall and undress, so-” He flinched when her palm connected with his nape. “It's not like that!” he swore, he was a man of honor, “of course you will not undress completely, just the outer clothes.”

Like that was a relief.

Still, Kagome did as told. She followed Miroku to the splendid waterfall she'd never known existed, and copied his every movement, as told. Miroku undressed from his outer robe and Kagome did, too. He laid his staff down as Kagome let her bow and arrows drop to the forest floor. The monk closed his eyes in concentration and reinforced his powers for a moment, and Kagome copied him. Kaede had taught her how to do that trick in the beginning so she was getting quite good at it.

“This training is quite hard, Kagome-san, but if you want to persevere, then it is quite necessary. Keep in mind that we are doing this so your mind and body will be stronger. This is merely the beginning of the training.” He didn't seem like a bad guy, after all, Kagome figured.

“Nn,” she conceded, nodding once without looking at him.

“Don't forget that you must not think of anything else. At the beginning, concentrating on the pain is allowed, but you must not have thoughts of other nature. Your past and present is closed right now, Kagome-san. Your future awaits - will you let it swallow it or will you sink your teeth into it?” For a monk, he gave pretty violent examples.

“I'm ready,” she declared, straightening her posture. She wasn't going to let Naraku harm her or the get the Jewel. She'd win, no matter what.

“Hai.”

He took her hand and guided her to a cave behind the waterfall. She'd missed it! It was small, but they could leave their belongings there so nobody could notice and steal them. Next, he took her close to the rapidly falling water and guided her hand under it. Instinctively, she retracted it, for fear of getting blisters or something. It stung.

“You must get used to it, Kagome-san,” he instructed, “for we will stay under it.”

She nearly screamed, “What?! We will do what?”

“I am going to show you.” His eyes darkened and his expression became suddenly serious, concentrated, as he placed his entire body under the jet of water - he never once twitched a muscle, his eyes peacefully closed. She realized it must hurt like Hell, so he was pretty impressive hanging on like that, not saying a word.

Unexpectedly, he stepped back from the water. “Today,” he said, “you are going to do that while sitting. It is much easier, because you need less concentration, since you don't need to support your body that much. Follow my example,” easy to say. She watched him sit on a rock, his feet tucked under him, his eyes closed. Biting her lip, she shoved one of her hands under the cold water and instantly withdrew it. She couldn't do it. Her first instinct was not to let the water touch her.

Frowning, Kagome sat on a large boulder with only her feet under the water. She could feel it pounding against her flesh, it stung. The pressure was almost unbearable, but she had to overcome this. Hesitantly, she moved forward until her head was under the water. Her heart almost beat out of her chest when she noticed the sheer strength of it almost threw her into the lake, but Miroku somehow caught her arm to keep her in place.

“Easy,” he said simply and she nodded. Cautiously this time, she placed herself under the water again, vaguely afraid that she would fall. This time, though, she didn't. But she couldn't concentrate on anything else but the water that thumped her head furiously, the jets that almost sizzled on her arms, they hurt.

Miroku didn't speak, so she didn't speak either. She couldn't. Her eyes were closed tightly, she was afraid she'd get water in them. Countless thoughts swam in her mind, mostly hopes of survival. She was tense, she was frightened, but couldn't relax.

Miroku must have sensed it, because he finally spoke, “Be calm. The water is not your enemy. Nature is your friend. Let it hurt you and you will see that pain will become numbness. It will become meditation. It will turn into strength of will. Don't squeeze your eyes shut, try closing them gently.”

Slowly, gradually, she did just that. She willed her muscles to relax, to take a break, and realized he was right. The water on her flesh still hurt, but it was manageable. It was pleasant. Her mind was clear - she could hear birds chirping, leaves moving with the wind, the water falling.

Miroku was right. No thoughts crossed her mind, just acknowledgement of the nature surrounding her.

“It is enough,” she heard a distant voice declare, but couldn't bring herself to move. Finally, she felt a pair of strong arms lift her from the boulder, taking her away from the water.

“I suspect we have been here for two hours, I believe that is enough for your first time.”

It was unbelievable, “Two hours?” How could it be? It had felt like minutes.

Suddenly, she noticed something. Her clothes were stuck to her skin, and her hardened nipples were noticeable through the drenched underclothes. She felt self-conscious being in front of Miroku, but what happened next made her want to die. Literally.

Her heart picked up pace and before she could wonder about the reason, an angry voice called out of nowhere. She didn't have to think a lot to figure how pissed off Inuyasha was.

“You fucker!” he shouted, probably at Miroku. All of a sudden Kagome realized how this must look. She was almost naked, Miroku was, too, and they were drenched, standing in a cave. Really, what could be worse?

Inuyasha coming after them, of course.

“You motherfucker, what the Hell do you think you're doing with Kagome?”

The monk cocked an eyebrow. So, it was Kagome, huh? Not Higurashi-san, not Higurashi, not even Kagome-san, but Kagome? That was certainly interesting.

“What is it to you?” Miroku asked while putting on his robe, desperately trying to keep himself from grinning. He treasured his life dearly, and Inuyasha seemed about to lose it. Vaguely, he noticed Kagome was dressing up as well, with an impressive speed, no less.

The half dog demon growled remarkably menacingly, but Miroku stood his ground. He wasn't going to disclose information about his special training with the miko unless absolutely necessary, even if it was to his cousin and best friend. So he did what he did best: he stayed silent. He was willing to push his luck a little, because the way Inuyasha stole glances at Kagome was intriguing, and the miko in question appeared more ashen than he'd ever seen her - even if he'd only seen her two times.

“What the fuck do you mean, what's it to me?! Kagome's my-”

“Please, Miroku-san,” Kagome interfered instantly, pulling at his sleeve, “let's do that second thing you promised me.” Those must have been the wrong words, because Inuyasha misinterpreted it and lunged at Miroku in a rush of rage. Instantly, a barrier formed around the monk and the miko, throwing Inuyasha away the moment he touched it.

The disgruntled demon shook himself to get rid of the debris caught in his clothes, then tried again, and again, and again.

“So this is what you were doing behind my back!” he shouted at a shocked Kagome, “this is your betrayal!”

Indignant, “My betrayal?! You bastard, I did not betray you. Who do you think you are to tell me that?! Get out of here this instant or I will purify your bones!”

He narrowed his eyes in challenge as he unsheathed Tessaiga. For some reason, he felt like doing that. He wanted to make Miroku's barrier vanish then make him vanish for daring to touch Kagome. He wanted to protect her, always!

But then it happened.

The sword turned into a giant fang, as it always did in his father's hands. Tessaiga accepted him. The reason was still unknown, but he didn't ponder on it too long. Instead, he tried to strike the barrier again. This time, the barrier weakened and Miroku fell to his knees with a pained grunt, Kagome following right after him to offer comfort.

“You idiot!” she yelled at the half demon, “Do you want to kill him? If the barrier falls, there's a high possibility that you'll strike me, too! Is that what you want? Kill me?” Kagome scoffed.

This stopped him mid-strike. No, he didn't want to kill Kagome. He'd kill himself before he did that.

“Go away,” she ordered, but Miroku protested verbally.

“Let him stay,” the monk said, “let's explain it to him, because I want some explanations as well.”

The twosome gulped nervously - they were caught.

Damn you, Inuyasha!

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It was fun. To watch that daimyo die, to see his entrails scattered everywhere, staining the ground, it was fun. The vague smell of blood, the sound of victory, the taste of revenge. Sweet.

That was what happened to those who did not wish to join him. Why bother letting them alive? It was better like this. It made things more interesting.

Naraku smirked as his hand-turned-tentacles moved with the wind then drew back, returning to its original shape. He'd missed this so much, to play with people, to ruthlessly kill them. He had a new goal. That thief, Onigumo, he was sly when the situation demanded, and Naraku needed his knowledge. But to have him as a mere ally wasn't enough - the man could cheat and lie to him like no other. He needed more, a more permanent relationship.

Fortunately, he had the perfect idea in mind.

But first he had to make him convince as many daimyo that they should trust him. That they should give him money. He really didn't care much for material stuff, but he realized he needed a lot of things to become really influential. His fortune had been stolen after his disappearance, so now he had virtually nothing else but his malice. But no matter, no matter. He would set things straight at once and the Emperor would feel sorry for even existing.

Moreover, he wanted Kagome. The woman had spunk, she was gutsy. Oh, she'd make a perfect lay.

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Miroku dropped the barrier as soon as Inuyasha dropped his sword. A silent agreement passed between them - after all, neither wanted to kill the other. The dog demon scowled, but didn't say anything. He had no intention of telling Miroku anything, but maybe he'd figure it out by his own. What then? He knew Miroku was Sango's lover, and Sango was Kikyou's most faithful servant. He was screwed.

“Alright,” the monk announced, “now you tell me what this is about. How come you are so familiar with each other?”

Before Inuyasha could say anything, Kagome rushed to answer, “Childhood friends.”

Miroku's eyebrow raised in confusion, childhood friend? Inuyasha was two hundred years old, what did she mean by that?

“Your childhood or his?”

Inuyasha bit his lip, he wanted to say something, but she beat him to it, again. Damn woman, but how was she to know how old he was?

“Our childhood, of course.”

Miroku grinned, oh, this was fun, “Are you two hundred years old, Kagome?”

She was confused, “Eh?”

“Do you have any idea how old Inuyasha is?”

Her eyes connected with liquid amber orbs and she gulped. Two hundred…? That was… it was overwhelming. She should have figured it out by herself, but…

“Caught,” Miroku said simply. “Now tell me, what exactly are you two?” His gaze hardened instantly, “Inuyasha, I thought you loved Kikyou.”

The scolded half demon averted his eyes while rubbing his nape, “I do, I… Damn, it's just…”

No, Kagome couldn't let him tell Miroku know they were Halves. She just couldn't.

“I threw myself at him,” she said quickly. Both males stood frozen, their eyes ridiculously wide. “One day, I threw myself at Inuyasha and tried to seduce him, but he didn't want me and I ran away. On my way home, I was attacked by a band of bandits and I was lucky Inuyasha was heading home, too, because he rescued me. Ever since, he's been a little protective of me, even though I was set to ruin his marriage. Moushiwake arimasen deshita! Moushiwake arimasen,” she cried with a deep bow. Miroku seemed to believe her, but Inuyasha was speechless. Kagome had lied to save his marriage. This woman… he couldn't get her. Why would she do such a thing? And she was a perfect liar, too.

“Kagome-san…” Miroku trailed off, he hadn't expected such a thing from a young beauty such as Kagome.

“People make mistakes, Miroku-sama,” she said with yet another bow, tears at the corners of her eyes. The tears weren't sham.

“You don't have to revert to using sama, Kagome-san. I told you, you can call me Miroku-san.” Her smile was genuine. “I'm not fit to judge you. Kami-sama knows how many mistakes I did. You won't do it anymore, will you?”

She felt bad for lying to him so far, but she shook her head, “I promise.”

“Good,” he declared. “Friends, mina?”

“Friends,” Kagome agreed rather breathlessly, as Inuyasha merely smiled. He would play his `friend' part in front of Miroku, but that didn't mean he liked it one bit. How could he control himself around Kagome? He wanted to rip every guy that came in contact with her, and she knew it, too.

“We should do that second thing now, Miroku-san,” Kagome reminded him, not realizing that Inuyasha was once again pissed off.

“What the Hell are you talking about?” the half demon bellowed.

“Some things are better not disclosed, Inuyasha,” Miroku said with a grin and Kagome smiled, too. Before he could reply, Kagome and Miroku had gathered their belongings and were already on their way back. It was very, very suspicious, but he had to hold himself back. Miroku wouldn't do anything to Kagome, would he?

Would he?

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He was checking up on her again. This time, he didn't waste his time lingering behind the trees. Instead, he went out in the open, stepping right next to the young child that was his Half. His Half, the woman he was supposed to be with. But she was still a child. How troubling…

She remained silent and he remained silent, too. Not even the wind made any noise, it was peaceful. Soothing.

Still, he had to ask.

“How old are you?” His voice was powerful, imposing, yet the girl didn't flinch. She smiled.

“Twelve.”

Twelve? That surprised him. He had expected her to say nine or ten years old, not twelve. Well, it seemed he had less to wait. Damn, when had he started to be certain he would wait for her? He couldn't undo anything now. He had to have her by his side. Damn the Kami, damn the entire world, damn his disturbing pride, but he had to have her with him.

As if on cue, his most faithful, yet really stupid servant, Jaken, arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“S-Sesshomaru-sama?” the imp demon asked stupidly. “There is a human right next to you!”

It was obvious, “I know.”

“Hurry! Kill it, so we can continue our journey.”

Somehow, that suggestion which wouldn't have upset him otherwise struck something deep inside him and he felt like killing the little demon. Maybe it was time to use Teneseiga after all. He didn't feel like permanently getting rid of the pestering youkai, but temporarily killing him for suggesting such a foolish thing would be okay.

He unsheathed Bakusaiga, killed the imp demon with a quick slash, ignored Rin's horrified gasp, and revived Jaken with the Teneseiga all at once. He did feel better afterwards.

“Sesshomaru-sama! You killed me!” Jaken observed stupidly, shocked beyond words.

“Temporarily, yes,” the demon replied simply, never taking his intense eyes off the little girl that watched the small demon curiously.

“Are you a frog?” she asked him before Jaken could say anything else, leaving him agape.

“Disgusting human! How dare you say that to me?!”

The girl didn't seem flustered by his statement, she merely inspected him further.

“Jaken,” Sesshomaru called calmly, getting the smaller demon's attention, “Do you want to die again?”

“No! No, Sesshomaru-sama!”

Sighing imperceptibly, “Then she is not a disgusting human.”

He walked away with Rin following him and Jaken running after them. Before he knew it, Rin became his companion. For a while, Sesshomaru didn't say anything. Only Jaken kept asking the girl how long she planned to stay with them, and she kept replying, “As long as Sesshomaru-sama lets me.”

He'd dreaded this. Now he would never get rid of her, he knew it. Now that she'd become his companion, following him wherever he went, she wouldn't go away.

Jaken seemed very curious about something suddenly, “What's your name, human?”

“Rin!” she said cheerfully, clasping her hands together. “Jaken-sama?” the girl called and the imp demon stopped dead in his tracks. No one had ever called him that. It was… wonderful.

“H-Hai, Rin?”

“Arigatou,” she said simply, hurrying to follow Sesshomaru.

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“So what is this?”

She was getting nervous, anxious even. Miroku wouldn't tell her what they were doing, and she was in such a weird place and position that she could barely believe she had said yes to this kind of training. Was he coming up with these stupid ideas as they went?

“You are going to erect a barrier now,” he announced cheerfully. “Kaede's training has been most helpful, now you are going to do harder things, things that Kaede cannot teach you because she is too old and her bones won't let her.” Miroku smiled, “But fear not, beautiful maiden, for I will help you.”

“I already know how to erect a barrier,” she reminded him.

“Yes, you do, but not in serious situation, where you require a lot of attention.”

Kagome rolled her eyes, “My hands hurt. Will you tell me what I have to do?”

Oh yes, of course, “Chotto matte kudasai. I forgot my staff.” He rushed to where he left his staff and hurried back with it, placing himself right under the tree where Kagome was hanging from a branch. Her face was scrunched in severe concentration and her arms felt like they would rip soon. She was straining not to fall, but Kami knew, if Miroku didn't hurry…

“Good. Now, I want you to erect a barrier as you fall from the tree,” he instructed cheerfully, opening his arms as if to catch her.

“Excuse me?” Kagome was agape.

“I want you to fall and erect a barrier while falling so you won't fall right into a mass of youki. Do it.”

“Is that why you made me climb this ridiculously tall tree?” She was getting tired of screaming, her voice couldn't take it anymore. If he hadn't chosen such a tall tree, then they could have spoken normally with each other, would have heard the other perfectly.

“Yes. Now fall!”

That was the stupidest order ever, but still, “Here I come!”

She let herself drop, but forgot to concentrate to erect the barrier. Instead, she fell on Miroku, who fell on his staff, which stabbed him in the back.

“Ah! Great skies above! It hurts!”

“Sorry!” Kagome cried, inspecting him for wounds, but it was obvious his front didn't have any. If he was injured, then his back was the one who'd had the worst.

He picked himself up, he grunted, he shook his shoulders, “It's fine. I'm alright. Don't worry. Try again.”

Kagome gulped as she eyed the branch she'd fallen from. So high…

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Kikyou had had enough. Her husband was acting very odd, he wasn't himself anymore. The new moon had passed and he hadn't visited her bed. What did that mean? Was something bothering him? She couldn't believe Inuyasha had another woman, but at the moment, what could she believe?

She tried to ignore the way Sango-chan watched her, like she disapproved of something. Finally, she had enough.

“What is it, Sango-san?”

“You should ask him. It is your right. If there is something wrong, he should tell you. If he avoids it, then it has to do with your relationship,” she said wisely, “you should ask him.” She was right, of course, but…

“It is not appropriate.”

“It is between you and your husband. Inuyasha is not a man who guides himself by what is appropriate and what is not. He guides himself by his heart and soul,” Sango reminded her.

That's what I'm afraid of.

“You are right, Sango-san, of course, naturally, you are right.” Kikyou smiled, but it was faint, it was false. She couldn't smile anymore, she wasn't pregnant. Another disillusion.

The servant nodded, remaining in her place silently. Kikyou-Hime needed some quiet, but she shouldn't be alone, after all. As strong as she was, she was very frail.

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The evening was pleasant, a little cool, but perfect for stargazing. Kagome intended to do just that, and with Miroku, no less. The man was charming if one gave him a chance. He wasn't a pervert all the time, he hadn't tried anything with her and it made her feel safe.

Being safe was such a nice feeling, especially when she knew Naraku could be hiding in the bushes trying to kill or kidnap her every moment. Still, with Miroku she felt secure.

“Arigatou, ne?” she told him smiling. He smiled back and resumed his stargazing. The sky was particularly clear this night. The wind had spread the clouds and now the sky was lit up by countless little stars and the calm moon.

“What for?” he asked finally.

“For training me.”

“Aa.”

He remained silent a while longer, before curiosity got the best of him. He hadn't meant to ask, but, “What made you want to seduce Inuyasha?”

Her breath stuck in her throat. That was the last thing she'd ever do, but he didn't know that. He would never do that.

“He's… different. I don't know, it was not because he was prince, I assure you,” she rushed to explain, but he shook his head.

“I didn't even think that,” he guaranteed then paused for a moment, “You love him, don't you?”

Was it obvious? Truth was, she didn't really know. Did she love him? Or was there another feeling, something imposed, something that didn't really belong to her but to the Kami that gave them their bond?

Why deny it? “Yes.” She closed her eyes to stop tears from falling. Damn that Halves thing!

“I'm sorry,” he said genuinely, sighing and looking at his feet. “I like Kikyou, but she's too distant. She's a very impressive person, though not for Inuyasha. Kikyou is not wife material, even if she is wonderful as Inuyasha's wife. In my opinion, she is best alone.”

Kagome thought so, too. But then reconsidered.

“No, they look wonderful together,” she protested. But really, was she trying to convince him or herself?

“That they do,” he said with a small smile, but then realized what he'd admitted. Instantly, he turned towards her, eyes wide, trying to apologize.

“Think nothing of it. I'm not upset. I know,” Kagome said with a meek smile that didn't convince either of them, but he let it slip. Inuyasha was so in love with his wife that Kagome didn't stood a chance. Miroku knew that, the Emperor knew that, the whole Court knew that. Poor Kagome had to suffer an unrequited love. The only thing Miroku feared was the potential appearance of Inuyasha's Half. If she came, what would become of Kikyou? What would Inuyasha do? Grateful for his humble fate, Miroku thanked all the Kami that he would never have a Half.

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Finally, Onigumo brought him the money from the last daimyo. He was rich. He could do whatever he wanted. Nothing would stop him anymore. After he had Fujiwara he would be complete. There wouldn't be anything that could ever stop him from becoming Emperor.

Naraku chuckled darkly in his dark room, clutching a perfect, beating heart inside his hand, relishing its tiny sounds. He knew that somewhere a woman suffered. A woman ached without her heart. He didn't care, why would he? After all, she was a pawn. They were all pawns.

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Inuyasha avoided his wife. How could he see her when he constantly thought of Kagome? How could he talk to Kikyou when Kagome's voice rang inside his head like a bell? It was impossible, he had to get her out of there before something bad happened. The more time he spent close to Kagome, the more he became enchanted by her charm. He wanted her so badly that it had to be unnatural.

That was why he had to find out how to destroy a bond. He had to find Hosenki - he would know.