InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Naraku Giveth and Naraku Taketh Away ❯ Watching ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Gomen for the wait, being grounded is not fun <.< . You'd think I was a wittle old for that but noooo. Ok. :calms down: Thank you for the reviews everyone! ^_^ I appreciate it, I really do.

 

Disclaimer: Ah, I forgot it in the last chapter; but really, everyone knows Rumiko Takahashi owns it and not me. I'm working on owning Naraku though :3 .

 

 

Chapter 3: Watching

 

He sat on the floor in his customary pose. With one hand draped over his leg, he thought about Inuyasha's miko. Naraku sighed in frustration. Such a gesture was contrary to his character and irritated him to no end. If only he could find her, he could focus on other things, like the jewel. “Where on earth does she go?” he thought and scowled. “She always disappears down that cursed well.” he noted with annoyance. He had paid the well a visit before, but was unable to find her. He had lost her easily identifiable scent at the bottom of the chasm. He had seen her go into the well and disappear so many times before. Kanna was unable to show him where she went; her mirror could not break the barrier at the bottom. This frustrated Naraku. He wanted…no needed to know where the miko went. He had been watching her for some time. A very good observer, he had noticed her growing affection toward the inu for a long while now. He needed her to come back so he could use her in his service. A smirk graced his porcelain tinted features. “Yes, she could prove to be very useful indeed.” he said and laughed. A strange thought nagged him through his amusement; he did not want to see her get hurt. He dismissed this thought as being irrelevant, a fragment of Onigumo.

 

(scene change)

 

Although the toad youkai never once complained to his master, Sesshoumaru could sense Jaken growing more and more tired by the hour. In his haste and worry, he had forgotten how weak his minion actually was. When he saw a good spot, Sesshoumaru abruptly stopped causing Jaken to nearly run into him. He heard the imp gasp and recoil. “We stop here.” Sesshoumaru said nonchalantly as he walked over toward a nearby tree. He sat down with one knee raised, his forearm draped dispassionately across it. Jaken was visibly relieved. He bowed low and uttered his thanks. Sesshoumaru said nothing. He closed his eyes and was soon lost in his own thoughts. “How could I have let this happen?” he thought to himself, a slight frown creasing his normally impassive face. “I should have never let her stay with that baka brother of mine.” he thought and sighed, a gesture that went against his very nature. What was this woman doing to him? He had been watching her for some time and the kind miko had somehow gotten through his icy shell. His initial reason for his surveillance of her was to find out where she was from. Given her strange clothes and manner, she was obviously foreign. Her different mannerisms and speech patterns had been a curiosity to him. He was often intrigued by foreign things, the miko was no exception. She was very mysterious. He remembered the first time he saw her disappear. It had been one of the earliest times he observed her, other than when he fought his half-brother.

 

The leaves around him rustled in the wind. In the clearing ahead two figures rapidly approached an old well. As he watched from the bushes, Sesshoumaru saw the miko and his brother arguing. He could hear heated words pass between the two. As they neared the well, the miko suddenly turned toward his brother.

 

She pointed a finger at him and said loudly “Osuwari!” A look of surprise crossed Inuyasha's face and he crumpled to the ground. The miko stalked toward the well, leaving the crumpled hanyou behind. Sesshoumaru was shocked; how had this weak ningen brought his brother down? Was Inuyasha dead again? No, the hanyou stirred and began shouting obscenities at the miko's back. The said miko turned and uttered her subduing spell several more times. His brother flopped around on the ground like a dead fish. Each time she said the word, his necklace glowed bright white.

 

“Ah,” Sesshoumaru thought. “that is the charm that lends her power.” He was somehow impressed with this whip of a girl, she wasn't afraid to stand up to the hanyou. He knew how his brother could get when he was angry. While Inuyasha had inherited his father's fiery temper, Sesshoumaru had his mother's icy rage. It took more than a few words to incur his wrath, for him anger was a dish best served cold. Breaking from his thoughts, his attention returned to the scene ahead. The miko was sitting on the edge of the well and looked ready to jump in. Inuyasha was now struggling to get up. He looked at her and spewed further obscenities. “How pathetic,” Sesshoumaru thought idly as he looked at his enraged brother “he has such a limited vocabulary.” He continued and turned his attention back to the miko. She looked hurt by the hanyou's harsh words. Her eyes brimming with tears, she turned away from his brother. Inuyasha saw her tears. He got up and advanced toward the wounded flower. He looked remorseful as he tentatively reached for her. His clawed hand neared her shaking shoulder. Before he could make contact, she slipped into the well. Inuyasha's hand retracted and he stood there in a daze. His head tipped low and his bangs covered his eyes. The wind whipped his hair around wildly. He stood there for some time before slowly walking away. Sesshoumaru remained hidden until his brother was out of sight. The fool hanyou hadn't even sensed his presence. Of course, the taiyoukai was an expert at masking his scent. Whenever anyone scented him, it was because he desired it so. He walked into the clearing and approached the well. He gazed into its dark depths, but could find no sign of the miko. Where had she gone? Her scent disappeared at the bottom of the well. He wondered if she could also mask her scent “Impossible,” he vehemently thought “she is only a weak ningen.” He leaped into the abyss and sailed toward the bottom of the well. As he descended a funny feeling overcame him. He felt a tingling in the air, as if time itself had been breached. His vision dimmed as lights danced before his eyes. When his feet touched the bottom he noticed the scents of the forest were gone, replaced by a musty smell. He looked up and wondered if he had fallen into a trap. The miko's scent was still there, but the sunlight had been blotted out. This well was in some sort of building.

 

Sesshoumaru smiled inwardly as he remembered the rest.

 

He followed the girl's scent out of the well house and discovered himself in a very different place than he had been before. The forest was gone, replaced by a city of great magnitude. Strange looking buildings were everywhere. His delicate nose picked up many foreign scents. He was almost overwhelmed by how different this place was from the clearing he had just come from. As Sesshoumaru looked around, he noticed people dressed in the same strange manner as his brother's miko. “This must be her true land, or rather, time.” He thought as he surveyed the scenery. It was all very fascinating to him.

 

Sesshoumaru tried to recall the rest. Before he could do so, he was interrupted by Jaken. “My lord,” Jaken said and bowed low. “How long are we to rest?” he continued as he bent lower. Golden eyes opened and he gazed coolly at the imp. “One hour.” Was all he said. “Yes, my lord.” Jaken said and moved away. Sesshoumaru stared at the imp's retreating back before closing his eyes once more.

 

(scene change)

 

After another messy fight with a youkai, Kagome was taking a bath. She had been doused in the creature's blood and guts when Inuyasha killed it. With no hot spring in sight, she was forced to bathe in a river. The water was freezing. As she waded deeper into the stream, she dreamed of her bathtub at home. “I wish I could go home and take a bath.” Kagome thought dreamily. She sighed; Inuyasha had been acting distant ever since her return, yesterday. As the day passed, he pushed them harder than ever. It was as if he was throwing everything into finding the jewel shards. It was his life now that Kikyou was gone. “Poor Inuyasha,” She thought as she began scrubbing her back, “he must feel so bad about Kikyou.” Every time she tried to bring it up, the hanyou found some reason to be elsewhere. “It must be tough, losing the one you love.” Kagome thought. She had finished scrubbing her back and was now washing her hair. She had recently accepted her own true feelings. She didn't love Inuyasha anymore. Even so, it would still hurt her to lose him or her other friends. She frowned as an image of Naraku flashed across her mind. “I don't know if I could kill him…” she said as she rinsed her hair. This fact had been on her mind lately. With Inuyasha moving at a faster pace collecting the jewel shards, it was only a matter of time before they would have to face off. She knew it was silly to like one's enemy, but she couldn't help it. He was handsome and charming. He didn't rush into things; he coolly planned out everything before acting. She thought about Sesshoumaru, who was also calm and collected. “Why did I have to end up with the immature one?” she said and slapped a hand to her face. She groaned. “Why couldn't he be more like them?” she questioned as she sank into the water. She closed her eyes and floated on her back as if she hadn't a care in the world.

 

From the bushes nearby, red streaked, golden eyes watched her every move. As Kagome got out of the water and dried herself off, the eyes watched her. She dressed and headed back to camp, never sensing the intruder's presence.

 

(scene change)

 

Naraku sat his dark chambers. His eyes were closed. When night fell, he felt no need to light any candles. He was alone, always alone. Although his minions came and went, they were no company to him. There was no solace for him in the presence of others. Even in Onigumo's memories, there had never been one who willingly loved him, not even his `parents.' He could not understand Sango's love for her brother, he had never experienced such a thing himself. The only thing that brought him comfort was the knowledge that the jewel would soon be complete. Naraku opened his eyes and gazed listlessly out the dark window. “That used to be my only comfort.” He thought as he ran a hand through his bangs. Lately he had been observing Inuyasha's miko more. Kanna showed him with her mirror. For some strange reason, seeing her smile made him…happy. “Feh,” he said with a half smile “I, Naraku, shall not succumb to this weakness.” He continued and scoffed. He told himself that this apparent happiness was Onigumo's doing, but his heart knew otherwise. He shoved his feelings aside, and stood up abruptly. “She will be dealt with in due time.” He said and laughed. He strode across the room and parted the shoji. “Kagura.” He softly called out. A breeze blew down the hallway and in an instant she was there.

 

“You called, my lord?” she said and bowed. Her eyes were closed as she waited for her master's response.

 

“It is time to put the plan into action.” Naraku coolly said. He looked impassively at Kagura's bent form. She straightened and opened her eyes. “Release your brother from his confinement. Take him to Inuyasha's village. Observe the destruction and report back to me.” He said and turned away.

 

“Hai, my lord.” Kagura said and bowed again. She strode down the hall toward her goal, the dungeon.

 

 

A/N: Muahahahaha! A cliff hanger! Ooh, I'm sooo evil.

Looks like Naraku and Sesshoumaru have been thinking about Kagome, that lucky girl. I promise more of those two in the next chappie. Hah! Like I could ever leave my two favorite guys out of the action. No chance. Chapter 4 is on the way! Review please!