InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Six Feet ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Kagura watched as Naraku approached the castle, the miasma dissipating some. It was a surprise to the wind sorceress, for the crimson-eyed man preferred to have the miasma thick. His miasma proved to be quite the deterrent for most humans and demons who sought to attack the castle, often killing most within minutes. However, as he drew closer to the castle, she observed that he was moving slowly, a flash of red greeting her eyes. In the dark hanyou's arm was a familiar form, his silvery-white hair nearly hitting the ground. Kagura felt her jaw dropping. Naraku was bringing Inuyasha to the castle?!

'He's gone crazy,' she thought. 'He's finally gone crazy. Why would he bring his most hated enemy here?'

Of course, she knew of the tryst that had been going on between Kouga and Kagome, had watched it unfold either from a distance or over Naraku's shoulders when he was watching it through Kanna's mirror. She knew that Inuyasha had remained unaware of the situation, even as his friends knew of it and continued to encourage the miko to tell him. It had been going on for months now.

Naraku reached her at that moment, a triumphant smirk upon his face. In his arms, Inuyasha remained unconscious. How the hanyou had ended up in that condition, Kagura couldn't say. He had no injuries to indicate a battle had taken place.

“Naraku?”

The strange hanyou gave her this strange look that she could only describe as . . . suspicious. She started to say more but he beat her to it.

“He knows the truth. Can't you smell the sweet scent of agony coming from him?”

She hesitated for a moment, unsure if Naraku was telling her the truth. Then Kagura happened to glance at Inuyasha himself. The expression of absolute misery confirmed what Naraku had told her. But how had Inuyasha found out? She thought that Naraku wasn't going to do anything until the moment was right.

“How . . .” she began, her face scrunching as she tried to think of the words that wouldn't bring Naraku's wrath on her. Though he seemed quite cheerful, she felt it wouldn't stay that way if she began to pry into whatever he felt wasn't her business. His mood could never be predicted.

“He followed his brother's scent to where the wolf and the miko were going to meet . . . the scene,” he licked his lips, “played out rather deliciously, too, I might add.”

“He found out on his own?” Kagura felt her eyes bugging out of her head at hearing that. Naraku nodded, a feral sort of smile gracing his features.

“Hai . . . now if you'll excuse me . . . there's a distraught hanyou in my arms . . .” He trailed off but his eyes gleamed with malicious intent. Kagura felt a chill stealing over her at the look in his eyes. Before she could say anything more or inquire about the actual details, Naraku turned and walked down one of the corridors, disappearing within moments.

'This can't be good,' she thought as she watched him go, Inuyasha's hair flowing behind the dark hanyou like a fine, shimmering curtain.

'Not good at all.'

* * *

Kouga growled deep in his throat as Naraku's scent grew stronger. Inuyasha's had grown stronger as well and that raised the wolf's hackles. As far as he was concerned, the mutt had no right to be going after Naraku. He would be the one to bring that bastard down, especially after what he'd done to the wolf tribes.

'Like that mutt would be able to defeat Naraku on his own,' Kouga snorted to himself, putting on a little burst of speed. He couldn't run at his normal break-neck speed, not with Kagome riding on his back. He didn't want to scare her like he had that first time he'd kidnapped her or, worse, hurt her. She was going to be the alpha female of his clan, the bearer of his children. The last thing he wanted was for her to change her mind and go back to Inuyasha because she thought he was being careless with her.

He ran on, believing he'd make it to where Naraku was before the bastard disappeared once more and before any battle could ensue.

* * *

“This . . . isn't good,” Miroku murmured. Sango shook her head, an agreement with his assessment.

They had run as quickly as they could to the source where Naraku's demonic aura had originated but had gotten there too late. The dark hanyou had disappeared once more. So had Inuyasha.

The strange thing about the site, however, was the lack of damage. That had been the very first thing Sango had noticed. While she knew that Inuyasha had been deeply hurt and upset by Kagome's decision, she didn't believe that he'd be that distraught as to not fight Naraku or run from him. Inuyasha hated the crimson-eyed man, especially after the hell he'd put all of them through. Something had happened here. Of that she was sure.

'But what?' she wondered. 'There isn't any sign of a battle. There isn't even any sign of a struggle! What happened here?'

“What happened?” a female voice inquired, worry and concern lacing her tone and echoing Sango's thoughts. She and Miroku turned around just as Kouga and Kagome arrived, the wolf looking extremely upset in comparison.

“We don't know,” Sango shook her head. “We just got here.”

“That bastard was here,” Kouga growled, his eyes darting about and his fangs bared. “I can smell him. I can smell Inuyasha, too . . .”

“We know . . . but they've disappeared . . . and there doesn't appear to be any signs of a battle,” Miroku stated, his expression becoming troubled.

“Then we need to go after them!” Kagome exclaimed. “Inuyasha needs our help! Who knows what Naraku could be doing to him right now!”

“And what, pray tell,” a cool, smooth voice intoned, “makes you think Inuyasha will want your help, little miko? Especially after what you've done to him?”

At the sound of the daiyoukai's voice, Sango reached for her hiraikotsu, knowing they were in some serious trouble without Inuyasha there. She highly doubted that Kouga could take on Sesshomaru. The daiyoukai had been more than enough for Inuyasha to handle and Inuyasha was strong, especially for a half-demon.

'We are in some serious trouble. Inuyasha, where are you?'

* * *

Naraku stared at the stunning visage before him, his eyes hungrily devouring Inuyasha's appearance. He knew that not very many half-demons were graced with beauty that Inuyasha possessed. Like his older half-brother, Inuyasha had, what he felt, were the most stunning eyes. They were like warm, golden honey, so sweet and delicious. The only difference between Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's eyes were how expressive they were. One could always tell what Inuyasha was feeling just by looking at his eyes. Then there were those puppy ears that Inuyasha possessed, so soft, so delicate . . . Naraku knew this because he had, on many occasions, visited Inuyasha while he'd been pinned to the Goshinboku tree and had touched them every single time. He couldn't help but admire Inuyasha for this unnatural beauty. His own appearance he had stolen from Hitomi Kagawaki and it made it easy for him to blend in and hide his scent for the most part. But Inuyasha . . . well, he wasn't like most half-demons. Naraku knew that Inuyasha was by far stronger, physically, than he was. He was stronger than what anyone truly realized, including that idiotic wolf, Kouga.

And, like all hanyou, Inuyasha craved to be accepted, to be loved . . . it had been something he'd been able to use to his advantage. The miko choosing the wolf demon tribe leader over the puppy-eared male would be no different, he figured. Naraku smiled as he inched closer.

'Definitely very beautiful,' he sighed to himself. He wanted to touch Inuyasha, wanted to touch the boy badly . . . do things to him that Naraku had not dared to do when Inuyasha had been pinned to the Goshinboku, especially with the entire village of Edo watching over the slumbering half-demon. However, now that he had Inuyasha in front of him . . .

One hand tentatively reached out but stopped within inches of Inuyasha's fire-rat haori. Though the silver-haired hanyou slept, it could change at any moment. Naraku was very well aware of this . . . but he also wanted to feel the boy's skin, to see what the stunning creature before him looked like without the baggy clothing hiding his form. Then he quickly shook away his hesitation. To him, it didn't matter if Inuyasha awoke or not. Either way would be amusing for him, especially for the mind fuck that it would create. Naraku slipped his hand in between the folds of Inuyasha's yukata and haori, pushing the fabrics a little to the side.

Underneath his fingers was the smoothest flesh he was quite certain he'd ever encountered. It beat the finest of silks and velvets, and Naraku shivered as his fingers continued caress the skin he'd revealed. However, he wasn't content with what he'd uncovered. He wanted to feel more, to see more, and he wouldn't be satisfied until he had.

His hand pushed away more of Inuyasha's yukata and haori, revealing creamy white flesh, and traveled lower until both had been pulled out from under the red hakama. Naraku felt his breath hitch at the sight before him. A well-defined chest, flat belly . . . the only blemish the boy seemed to have was a small scar on the right part of his upper torso, no doubt from when he'd been pinned to the tree and the flesh grew around the arrow. Still, even with that tiny imperfection, he found he liked what he was seeing.

Of their own accord, his fingers danced across the inu hanyou's chest, slowly, intricately, caressing and teasing here and there. The flesh under him quivered and trembled but nothing more happened. Inuyasha remained unconscious, his breathing steady and normal. Naraku kept going until every inch of Inuyasha's torso had been explored and memorized, and he had the haori and yukata tossed to one side. Then he did something that took him by surprise. He leaned over Inuyasha . . . and kissed him.

For a moment, Naraku thought for sure his action would wake the hanyou. He knew it would have awakened him if someone had kissed him. Inuyasha, however, never moved. Inuyasha's eyes remained closed, his expression still a cross between pained and peaceful.

Naraku frowned, his ire starting to rise at unresponsive hanyou. He wanted Inuyasha to wake up, to become angry and disgusted with what was going on. It was the only way for him to have his fun.

“You are being very stubborn, Inuyasha. Very stubborn, indeed,” Naraku growled softly. “You know that?”

No answer. The dark hanyou shook his head, trying to keep his anger from getting out of control. He didn't want to believe that Inuyasha had fallen as far as he had. Inuyasha was stronger than that. Naraku knew this. He decided to keep going with his current tactic . . . with a little twist. A seductive smile curled onto his lips as he straddled the inu hanyou and caressed his sides.

“Maybe I should just have my way with you,” he purred, nuzzling and licking the junction between Inuyasha's neck and shoulder. “You're not doing anything to stop me, after all.”

He expected Inuyasha to wake from his coma and snarl at him, fangs bared and claws slashing towards him. He expected a fight. He wanted a fight. However, nothing prepared him for what would happen next.

Inuyasha's chest rose, a deep breath being drawn sharply. His golden honey eyes opened, revealing a profound and agonizing pain. But he never moved. He never tried to push Naraku. His gaze remained on the ceiling as he spoke in a strange, soft and melodic voice.

“Do what you want. I don't care anymore.”