InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Ties that Bind Us ❯ Into the Dark Tunnel My Pretty ( Chapter 1 )

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Theme: #1. Anonymity, or, "Taken by the Faceless Stranger"

<center><b>Into the Dark Tunnel My Pretty

By: Naraku’s Dark Soul</center></b>

The tunnel was a dark and dank place. It smelled rather like a sewer, of waste and dread things that shouldn’t be mentioned, and seemed to stretch on forever. Not for the first time that night, Kagome wondered to herself exactly how she had managed to get into such a situation.

With her hands tracing the grimy contours of the nondescript and shadowy walls, Kagome sighed and continued making her way forward. Why she was afraid of this dark place, she didn’t know. When she was younger, she had faced all manner of trials while traveling with Inuyasha, a dark tunnel should be nothing to her.

<i>“Inuyasha…” </i>she thought as she bit her lip. The mere mention of his name almost brought her to tears. How many years had it been since the final battle? Although they had defeated Naraku, almost all of her friends had been killed, including InuYasha, leaving her no reason to return to the Sengoku Jidai. She had come back through the well, and despite being so far behind in her classes, had managed to catch up and make it into a decent university. She had, of course, become involved with several boyfriends, but nothing could erase the hanyou of her past. Each one of them sensed something amiss about her, saw through her bright façade, and left her quickly. She would have been fearless, but he was no longer here to protect her…which brought her mind back to her current predicament: the scary dark tunnel with seemingly no end, and in which she was currently located.

Kagome sighed and continued her trek, still feeling her way along the walls. She kept walking like this for a while, the darkness smothering all sense of time for her. It could have been a few minutes, or an hour, she didn’t know. Her lack of a flashlight, or any light for that matter, was really starting to bother her. She grimaced as her hand touched something cold and slimy. It was going to be a looong night, or maybe it was daylight by now. She really had no idea of the time. Either way, it didn’t matter.

After another interval of time, Kagome found herself growing tired. She waged a heated debate with herself over whether to take a break or keep going. The former option won out, and she plopped herself down on the dank ground, scattering several newspapers, or what <i>felt</i> like newspapers, she didn’t know.

She was sitting, massaging her sore feet with the pads of her thumbs—they really were sore—when a sound broke the silence. At first she thought she must be imagining it, there was no way anyone else was dumb enough to start walking blithely down this seemingly innocent tunnel, no one but her that is. The sound stopped and she sighed. <i>“Yup…just my imagination.”</i> she thought and resumed rubbing her feet. She had stopped massaging them for a moment to listen.

It must have been a few minutes later, when the sound came again. This time it was unmistakable. Footsteps. Granted, they sounded far away, but Kagome was slightly alarmed by this new development. While there was a chance that it was a Good Samaritan with a much welcomed flashlight, there was also the chance that it was someone far less pleasant…maybe even a serial killer. She knew her imagination was probably running wild, but the thought was still there, and it was enough to make her stand up and resume walking, albeit quietly so the other person wouldn’t notice.

She kept walking, and so did the other person. In fact, it seemed as though this anonymous Stranger was walking faster than her, and would soon be upon her. This thought both irked and scared Kagome. She matched the Stranger’s pace so as to maintain the distance between them, sweating the whole while. It wasn’t the warm, salty sweat of summer, but rather the cold clammy concern of fear. It seemed like the tunnel’s temperature had dropped by a few degrees. The air was noticeably colder than it had been before. Kagome felt sure that if there was any light, she would be able to see her own breath frosting out in front of her.

She shivered and tried not to panic, still keeping pace with the Stranger, her fingers becoming raw due to the grain of the stone as she dragged them along. Now that the Stranger was closer, she could feel his anonymous aura…and it wasn’t friendly at all. Kagome was sure now that the obvious drop in temperature was not due to some atmospheric phenomenon, but rather the Stranger’s dark aura. Kagome shivered again and began to walk faster, her breath coming in quicker now.

She gritted her teeth as she heard the Stranger’s footsteps increase in frequency. This anonymous person was now keeping pace with <i>her</i>. The feeling was unnerving, she <i>knew</i> then that the Stranger was aware of her presence. Cold beads of sweat rolled down her spine as all the warnings her mother had embedded deep into her brain about strangers came back to haunt her.

She began to run.

It was soon apparent that the Stranger was also running, running faster than her, and rapidly closing the distance between them. As this realization set in, Kagome let her hands fall from the wall and began running blindly into the darkness, oblivious to all else.

With her breath coming in sharp gasps and the blood pounding in her ears, she couldn’t hear the Stranger’s footfalls anymore. The Stranger could have been two feet behind her, and she wouldn’t have noticed except for his aura. Her already tentative grasp on time had now disappeared completely. She had no idea how long she had been running blindly into the maw of despair. Her only evidence of its passage was in her burning muscles and dry throat. Still, she kept running, for as the stranger’s aura got closer, she could sense how riddled with malice it really was…and it definitely wasn’t human. The fact that she was being chased by a demon was more than enough to spur her on. Who knew what kinds of things would happen to her if she stopped? Then again, if the stranger following her really was a demon, he should have been able to catch up long ago. <i>“This person is toying with me.”</i> Kagome thought and gritted her teeth, her spine prickling with fear. Inuyasha wasn’t here to save her now. This thought broke her concentration, and it was enough for her to trip.

After what seemed like an eternity of time spent teetering on the edge of an unknown cliff, she fell. It may have been the mediocre craftsmanship of the floor, or it could have been her own exhausted body which caused the mishap, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was now face down on the cold cement floor with possible injuries to her hands and arms, which she had used to break her descent. Also of concern was the fact that the Stranger’s footsteps had ceased. His dark aura was only twenty feet behind her, she was sure of it. Inuyasha wasn’t here to save her now.

As she picked herself off of the ground, she was sobbing, her throat convulsing with each breath, her wounded hands shaking. She fumbled in her newly re-discovered purse for any kind of weapon she might use against the Stranger and found none. Normally she carried pepper spray with her at all times, but she had cleaned out her purse the previous night and had forgotten to put it back in. She cursed herself for this even as she pressed her back against the tunnel wall, knowing full well she couldn’t get away now. This thought was lost; however, as she heard the Stranger’s slow, calculated footsteps approaching. Now heard his steady breath—he wasn’t even winded. Definitely a demon and had most definitely been toying with her, allowing her hope of escape when there really was none.

It seemed an eternity later, when a clammy hand touched her abdomen, and she, numb with fear and shock, could do nothing but silence her sobs. She couldn’t even move when the Stranger lifted her blouse and began playing with one of her taut nipples through her bra. Now that he, she was sure of his gender in this instant, was so close she could feel something oddly familiar about his aura, as though she <i>should</i> recognize him by this, but didn’t.

The stranger added another hand to her body, and continued to fondle her—as of yet—untouched breasts. No words were exchanged, and Kagome didn’t trust herself to move or speak. She could feel the power in those hands, and the malice in his aura, and knew that if she made one wrong move, he would kill her. She would have used her miko powers at this point if she could have, but she hadn’t been able to use them since the jewel was destroyed. It seemed she was less than Kikyou’s reincarnation; the jewel had been the only thing lending her power, allowing her to be of use to her group.

The Stranger used a nail to slice neatly through her bra, leaving her exposed to the cold tunnel air. She winced and tried to draw away, but his firm hands held her in place, squeezing her breasts further. He bent his head down close to her ear and licked her, a tendril of his obviously long hair coming to rest on her shoulder. Distracted by this, Kagome hardly noticed the Stranger sucking on her neck. If he had long hair, could it be, Inuyasha? But no, Inuyasha would never do something like this to her, and she didn’t think his brother would either. Naraku was dead, and so was Kouga. This left her with few remaining suspects. Perhaps she hadn’t known this demon in the past, maybe he was someone entirely new to her…but then why did his aura feel so familiar? She didn’t know.

The Stranger suddenly lifted her into his arms, breaking his contact with her breasts. She gasped a little then, feeling his warmth radiating down her side. By touch, she could tell he was wearing some sort of business suit, additionally, the fabric felt quite nice. He was clearly a demon of some wealth and power. Kagome didn’t know what to make of all that was happening to her, and she hadn’t a clue how to fight back. It was true that in her younger years she had never let anything keep her down, but, she had grown older, and Inuyasha wasn’t here to save her now.

The Stranger brought her out of her thoughts by laying her down on the ground and sitting on top of her. Now she really had nowhere to go. As this realization sank in, she began a silent struggle against him, flailing her legs and pushing against his firm chest. The Stranger paid her struggles no mind, instead he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Kagome was so surprised that she forgot herself and almost kissed him back, his soft and sensuous lips almost making her drop her guard. Just as quickly as he had brought his lips down on hers, the stranger took them away to plant them on her breast. He sucked on it for a while, tracing circles around her pert nipple with his warm, wet tongue. Underneath him, Kagome fidgeted uncomfortably and tried not to make any noise. The Stranger’s hair, which had fallen over his shoulders and onto her arms and chest as he kissed her, was tickling her. It was soft and smelled good, almost otherworldly. She resisted the urge to grab it and continued to try and push him off of her.

He continued ignoring her vain efforts at escape and moved on to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. The affected breast happened to be one of her most sensitive areas, and she had to stifle a gasp. The Stranger apparently heard this, because he took it deeper into his mouth, causing her to gasp—not quite able to stifle it this time. As he pulled back to lick at the nipple, Kagome swore that if she could see his face, a smirk would no doubt be found there. As his mouth worked on her breast, she could feel the Stranger attempting to shed his clothes. She heard his tie loosen, and then felt the fabric drop to her side. Next she could hear buttons being undone; he sat up to cast aside his jacket and blouse and they fell to her side in the same manner as his tie.

At this point, the Stranger attempted to free her from her blouse, which had been pushed above her breasts and forgotten until now. She resisted a bit until he finally broke the silence with a curt command. “I’ll tear it.” he said, and she froze, allowing him to remove the offending garment. He was definitely someone she knew. The voice was so sensual and familiar it was painful, and yet she couldn’t quite put her finger on who it was.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?” she said as she tried to shove him off again, his bare chest firm and warm, his muscles like steel underneath his smooth skin. It was easier to speak now that he had broken the silence.

“It’s a secret.” he replied curtly, his voice still giving nothing away

“I know you don’t I?” she said, still trying to shove him. It was like trying to move granite; his flesh was like living stone to her, warm and yet infinitely unyielding.

“Yes.” was his only reply as he dipped his head in to give her another kiss, simultaneously holding both of her hands over her head. Although the kiss was still one-sided, he didn’t seem to mind. With his free hand, he began to undo the buttons on her skirt. When this was done, he undid her zipper and slowly let his fingers slide under the smooth material until they touched her underwear. She squeaked as he tucked his soft hand into her underwear and began moving toward her most intimate of areas.

By now Kagome was becoming quite panicked, but there wasn’t much she could do with her hands in his tight grip. Instead of trying to free her hands she turned to the side, breaking the kiss. Unperturbed, he moved to the side and licked her cheek, his tongue leaving a hot trail down her face and neck. He moved in closer, warm breath ghosting in her ear as he took her sensitive earlobe into his mouth and bit down gently. At the same time, the first of his fingers found its way to her clit and began rhythmically rubbing it. Her body was being stimulated so much in that moment—in ways she had never even dreamed of—that Kagome could not hold back a moan.

She knew it was wrong. She didn’t even know this Stranger. He might know her, but in the darkness, she did not know him and she certainly did not want him. She moaned again as he brought a second finger down to bear upon her sensitive flesh, his sharp teeth still pulling at her soft earlobe. He began to put pressure upon her nub and slowly move his fingers, causing her to jerk beneath him, her legs trying to close on his hand.

And as she lay there alone, panting in the dark, nude body glistening with fluids, a single name found its way to her lips “Naraku.” she said and sighed. His name rolled off her lips like so much sweet honey. Inuyasha wasn’t here to save her anymore, and perhaps she didn’t want him to either.