InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Incomplete ❯ Part II ( Chapter 2 )

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

Author: profiler120
Email: profiler120@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Genre: [ Drama, Romance]
Pairing: Naraku x Kagome

Disclaimer: Did you know, I don't own Inuyasha?

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I sat up, shaking off the dream. It too was as familiar as Naraku's toxic miasma. I feared it was prophetic. The night air was thick and cold - stinging my throat. I glanced toward the tree where Inuyasha had lain, but he was gone. I frowned.
If I ever needed a reminder of why I was doing this, there it was. But I had determined I was being petty and immature. Inuyasha loved Kikyo, and I had to accept that. Would I be able to handle it if Naraku killed Inuyasha and brought him back? Would I be able to put an arrow through him to send him back to hell? Would I? I didn't know but I feared I couldn't.
I hadn't liked my conclusion, but I accepted it. It was truth and I wouldn't lie to myself. Inuyasha had loved Kikyo, and I hoped that Kikyo had loved him.
I was risking all for this. It was simply easier on everyone that I took this path. Naraku would be placated and removed as an obstacle, Inuyasha would not get the wish to make himself a youkai and thus preserve his heart and hopefully the curse on Miroku would be broken with Naraku's transformation and subsequent loss of power.
But I could only hope.
I stood, shuffling out of my blankets. I did not fear waking my companions. Shippou was curled up with Kirara and Miroku and Sango had fallen into a dead sleep both being exhausted from a job they'd gone off alone on. Some extermination job that Sango had been eager to see to, being the last of her clan I suspected she carried on in their honor.
I shuffled lazily to where I knew a river lie. It was in the forested section near the right side of camp, and I headed in that direction. I stumbled blindly, but quietly through the forest praying Kikyo and Inuyasha were elsewhere and I would not run into them.
I was lucky, but not lucky enough.
He was there.
I could tell by the way he was standing he'd expected me. He was watching me, I realized with sudden clarity. Watching my every move even though I could not see him in return. I scowled, damn him, those bugs and Kanna, I thought irritably. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe he really was annoying.
Naraku I whispered, fumbling forward.
Evening, my lovely. I was waiting for you. Come.
He spoke like we were lovers. I felt like a dainty maiden from a romance novel, helpless but to obey his wishes. But there were no promises of unearthly passion to be found in his arms, or none that I was presently aware of. I absently hoped he had no such intentions because the thought was a little creepy.
It gave me chills, but not the good kind. If there was a good king. I liked to think there was.
He laughed lowly. Problems, lovely?
Why do you call me that? My voice was annoyed I was certain. I felt annoyed; I didn't like his little pet name 'lovely'. It sounded too weird coming out of his mouth.
He merely chuckled again, his form shifting as he moved stalking closer. I realized then he had leapt from one side of the riverbank to the other, closer to me.
I walked straight up to him with less fear than I should have and stood boldly before him. His hands descended coming to rest on my shoulders. One hand slid down to the hem of my pink night shirt and came to rest over the bandage where Kikyo had shot me with an arrow.
It was a wound I'd not managed to conceal from my friends. Inuyasha had immediately smelt my blood and I'd had a hard time explaining it, and in the end I hadn't been believed, but eventually he stopped his questioning when he was distracted by something else.
His nimble fingers tore off the bandage with such force I winced at the pain.
Kikyo interfered
He probed his finger at the fragile opening in my flesh, causing me to tense. His finger shifted and thrust suddenly straight through the wound into my torso just as his other hand clamped over my mouth. He leaned down, nuzzling his head against my almost in a comforting fashion.
I gasped, trembling from the pain, but not enough so to cloud my head into thinking nothing. I wound an up arm, sliding a hand up his back to rest at the base of his neck and curling my fingers to rest on his shoulder. I was instinctively driven and followed the feeling, and I drove my nails into his flesh, little sparks of white erupted as my miko powers flared to life.
His head reared up in obvious pain although no sound tore from his lips. Suddenly I was pulled, painfully, to the ground as Naraku's knees fell out from under him. We both impacted hard, the hit shaking our bodies and probably bruising my knees.
That was unexpected, but extremely convenient.
His head turned down to me, blood red eyes alit dangerously. His teeth glinted dangerously in the moonlight and all the sudden I felt like a fly caught in a spider's web waiting for him to sink his teeth into me and devour me from within.
He licked his lips. I have underestimated you, lovely.
He leaned his head closer to mine, our foreheads brushing. I lifted my chin, determined not to be frightened and he only seemed to grin in response.

. . . breathe into me and make me real. . .

"Absolutely," I breathed in response. What I meant by that, I hadn't a clue, but it sounded good.
Had he underestimated me? Probably not. I felt fairly predictable.
"Sweet..." he whispered, sliding his lips against my cheek.
Should I be revolted? Did the warmth of his skin have anything to offer but the threat of pain? Did I dare stay still and find out?
His finger, still embedded within me shifted and I gasped in pain. Ah, it hurt!
"I...itai..." I murmured brokenly.
His lips turned back into a sinister grin as he stared down at me.
"Pain is healthy, lovely."
I narrowed my eyes. "Is it?"
Well I was more than willing to test that little theory. I was about to do just that when....
"Kyyyahhh!"
A scream tore through the forest, startling me and my companion. Who was that? Naraku pulled away from me quickly standing and leapt to the other side of the river. That, at least, meant it wasn't in his plans for this to happen. He looked as surprised as I was.
So where had the mysterious scream come from?
Silence surrounded us.
A span of several minutes elapsed and he looked back at me. "Another time then, lovely."
I growled. "Don't call me that."
I heard him chuckle as he vanished into the night. "You'll learn to like it."

. . . bring me to life . . .

Jewel shards. Jewel shards. Jewel shards. Sesshoumaru! Jewel shards. The story of my life.
My life sucked.
Majorly.
"Oi, wench! Hurry up!"
I scowled for effect more than feeling. I wasn't feeling anything really. I was a bit on the empty side today. I awoke feeling that way. Strangely empty and apathetic. I wasn't feeling any better now although it had been a couple hours.
Damn Naraku, I bet it was his fault.
I suddenly had a bad thought. What if fraternizing with Naraku caused my hair to turn gray and my skin to sag? Could that happen?
Who knows, it was possible.
Maybe I'd seen one too many movie trailers at home. There was this horror craze going on and every time I turned around some sneak peak was on the TV .
I sighed heavily, feeling burdened.
I couldn't help but notice Miroku casting concerned sidelong glances at me. So when he fell into step with me I wasn't surprised, I expected him to start asking about my 'condition' any minute now.
It was an odd phrase. 'How is your condition, Kagome-sama?' He'd asked me a couple times before, after the Naraku dreams started.
At first I'd been horrified because I thought he knew what was going on with me. I was afraid he'd discovered, however impossible, that Naraku was using my dreams as a means to corrupt me, but I don't think even his monk powers could enable him to do that. He wasn't Kikyo.
"How is your condition, Kagome-sama?"
I smiled. There it was.
"Do I seem unwell?" I plastered on a smile, slapping his arm. "I'm okay. A bit tired though. This traveling gets to me sometimes."
There was disbelief in his eyes, but he dared not question me. Ah, the sympathetic, non-intrusive monk, darling that he was, would never pry into my personal business. Just as well, I had zero intentions of telling him anything anyway.
My reassuring smile didn't help. No one was reassured, neither Miroku, nor Sango or Shippou. If Inuyasha was concerned, he certainly wasn't showing it. In fact, he was out ahead of us, once again 'scouting'.
I barely repressed a bitter curse under my breath. I wondered just what he was scouting for: jewel shards, Naraku, or Kikyo.
I supposed that helped, a major plus for Naraku's quest to destroy the purity of my soul. Complete and utter corruption - wouldn't he just love to turn me into a black miko?
I smiled acrimoniously
Ahead of us I heard the rushing sounds of water. We arrived at the water front and stared across. It was too wide to cross walking and it looked like it went down for a long while, so we couldn't walk around. Maybe we could walk to a more shallow area but there didn't seem to be one. On the other side I could just make out a beaten path toward a village. Smoke trails hung high in the sky from hut fires. I smiled weakly. Civilization!
Now we just had to get across... only... where was Inuyasha?
Laughter caused me to turn only to see Kirara screech as Shippou grabbed her tail. The next thing I knew I was suddenly shoved by a collision by a heavy body and tipping forward. I attempted, vainly, to regain my balance but I was leaning too far. The water broke my fall and I sank quickly. The water was cold and I immediately moved, shifting to soar upward to break the surface of the water.
I pulled my head up, but cold hands seemed to suddenly appear from every direction. Large, dark colored hands with long, thin wrists that connected to nothing and just vanished farther down until you could not see them anymore. They clamped down on my body, shoulders, wrists, elbows, across my mouth and down my legs.
I felt a pair of warms wrap around my waist and then wind around a second time. The feeling was utterly disgusting.
Then I was falling, being dragged further beneath the water that had suddenly turned black and thick. Like Naraku's toxic miasma but gooey like slime and slick to the touch. It was everywhere and the dark hands were pulling me further and further into it. The mush hurt my eyes so I closed them, my struggles ineffective.
Deep laughter drew my stinging eyes open again.
"Nara-" I immediately closed my mouth as the black goo rushed in. I struggled and twisted, trying to squirm away from the cold, but firm grip of the hands. The slime in my mouth was bitter, and I was forced to swallow the icky goop. I scowled and Naraku erupted into amused laughter.
"Like that, lovely?"
I struggled to speak, but couldn't.
"That bitch Kikyo interfered. Be sure to thank her next time. I'm actually quite grateful, since she undid my very gentle corruption of you, I'll be rougher this time."
Heat seared up my arm suddenly and I choked back a violent cough as more black goo filled my mouth. The pain was great, my knees felt weak. I collapsed, falling down into the depthless void.
My arm was burning, a deep throbbing pain from my wrist to my elbow that was slowly becoming numb. It seemed to take forever before I couldn't feel it anymore. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't even flex my fingers.
Just as I thought the agonizing deed was done and I'd be free of him for a while the same happened to my other arm.
"What do you think, lovely? All at once? Or a little at a time?"
I whimpered weakly. "Oh, please..."
He materialized in front of me. I don't know how I knew with my eyes closed I could just feel it. Naraku was something there, something you could feel even if you never touched. When my eyes opened, there he was, just like I knew he'd be.
He towered over my kneeling form. I could only imagine how I looked.
His eyes were dark, burning with an intensity that threatened to consume.
"Please?" He leaned toward me, kneeling in front of me. "Are you begging, lovely?" A hand reached forward, patting my head gently before sliding back. He clawed his fingers through my hair, snapping my head back, tilting my chin up.
"Begging this Naraku?" He repeated, a grin tugging at his lips.
I could only tremble in response thankful the black goo had vanished upon Naraku's 'arrival'. He leaned close, his breath fanning my face. His hands were cold, I realized as the fingertips of his other hand drifted down my cheek.
His mouth touched my opposite cheek, his hand sliding along my shoulder. He pulled back slowly, eyes alit as I choked back a gasp. My mouth gaped open and I trembled feeling something... Something...
Slimy, beneath my clothes.
Something... alive... Squiggling around against my stomach. It felt like a snake, no, maybe an eel. Slick and wet, but not scaly and tough, but definitely alive. I froze in complete horror, feeling the thing against my skin.
*Nudge*.
*Slide*.
*Nudge*.
*Shimmy*.
It moved, sliding around my abdomen in a way that was quickly causing me to feel nauseous.
I tried to move, but my arms were numb. I was trembling now, unable to stop it, unable to get it off... unable... unable to do anything!
I felt it sliding around my back now. It seemed to be lengthening, the tip of it still around my side. It squirmed and moved, sliding up around me. It slid beneath the front clasp of my bra strap and the material snapped, popping open. The slick, flat feeling head slid up, between my breasts toward my shoulder, and then across my back to the other shoulder.
It tightened it's body around me a moment, and then moved outward. Pressing tight against my clothes. I realized the intent when I heard them ripping.
I wasn't sure which mattered more. That I was numb from the neck down or naked from the neck to my waist. Naraku seemed pleased enough.
His eyes roved over me with the complete assurance of ownership. As though he'd done this a thousand times before.
"Pretty."
Well, way to splurge on the compliments, I thought bitterly. But I didn't care. What did it matter to me what some insane half-demon creature thought of my body?
"Pretty?" I snapped. I changed my mind. I'll be damned if I'm letting that one go. Like I was some daisy growing outside the garden bed. 'Pretty' but not beautiful, something that looked nice, but nothing you wanted to keep. A flower that eventually got stepped on, trodden down and forgotten.
I growled, but the pressure of cold hands had me yelping. He pressed his hands against me, his fingers sliding down my chest, pinching my skin periodically along the way.
And I couldn't move!
No!
I tried. I shifted and shimmied, but to no avail - I wasn't moving.
"Jerk, pervert, sicko... let me up!"
"Up?" He murmured, his voice sliding with the ease of shadows along the ground. "Up from where?"
He laughed and I felt my anger rise a few more indignant notches. He dropped his hands to the waistband of my skirt and panic set in.
Oh no, in a big way!
"W-What do you think you're doing?"
He flicked his tongue against my ear sensuously before gently nipping at the bottom of the fleshy lobe. He drew it into his mouth, sucking softly before releasing it to whisper. "Don't ask stupid questions..."
He dragged the skirt off, dropping it to the ground before sliding his fingers beneath the cotton sides of my panties at my hips.
"And if I say 'stop'?" I asked, trying to contain my pounding heart.
Unfortunately, it wasn't listening.
Terror, it seemed, wasn't controlled by rational thought.
He curled his fingers up to the band at my waist and slowly pulled it off. I nearly fainted as I felt a cold breeze sweeping against my body.

... frozen inside without your touch ...

His fingers danced down my body gently and then crept around to my back. My head fell back, mouth opening into a moan of pain as I felt the points of his nails as he shoved them into my flesh.
"Stay with me, lovely. It's going to get a lot more fun than this."
He pushed me and I felt myself tumbling backwards. I could, thankfully, still see him. I watched, somewhere between horror and fascination as he shifted, the white baboon fur falling from his frame like a cape in a perfectly captured cinema sequence.
Why didn't guys with this much sexy charisma live back in my time? All I got was nervous, admittedly boringly cute, guys like Houjo. I could've growled, but my eyes were glued to the specimen of male flesh before me.
He was *naked* under there?
Whoa.
Whoa, indeed, I thought, my eyes traveling south. Bare to the skin from head to toe. Although my eyes weren't currently on his feet.
I felt the blush stain my cheeks as I stared - that wasn't a good sign. No.
Nope, definitely not.
That meant his... his... oooh, he wanted...
Yeah, well, I could've guessed. I mean, clothes off, nails, pain, and now Naraku's naked. Oh yeah, there was one direction here and I think it meant raw, probably painful sex ahead.
I don't recall agreeing to this.
No, no agreement.
None.
I looked up.
Oh, hell, I wasn't getting away, I still couldn't move.
This was not agreeable!
He moved closer and my heart fluttered even more.
"What do you think, lovely?" It was obvious how pleased he was, he was practically purring.
He put his hands on my knees and I trembled bodily, from my head to my feet. Or, was that a shudder?
He bent my knees, pushing them up to lay my feet on the ground and then pushed them apart, crawling up to hover over me.
Of all the things I'd never imagined happening to myself.
He leaned down and I felt it pressing against my thigh. Hot and hard - there was no mistaking that, was there?
He grinned.
"Like the feel of that?"
"If I say 'no' will you enjoy it more?" I heard myself talking, but I think I was gone. It was a true 'out of my mind-be back in 5 minutes' moment.
His laughter was the only response I got.



[End Chapter Two]



Author's Notes: One more chapter, just one.



I'm in the process of writing Prisoner, My Prisoner. 8 pages c urrently, at least 4 more to go, don't expect it for a few more weeks.