InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Way Ice Can Turn Into Sun ❯ Illusions ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13: Illusions

 

 

Kumiko opened her eyes to find herself in a dark room. She was extremely tired and weak. This presence...

“No...no, please, it can't be!” Her mind screamed.

“Hello miko...Did you miss me?” Came the ironic, low voice she new too well.

She tried to make out the figure she saw in the dark, even if she didn't need to see him to know who he was.

“Naraku...” She spoke weakly.

“You didn't think you'd get away from me that easily, did you?”

She tried to get up, but failed horribly and fell down on the cold floor.

“What have you...” She couldn't even speak, it hurt her to say the words.

“It's a little spell I learned. I was reluctant of using it at first because it weakens you greatly...and I need you powers.”

He was right, she couldn't even feel the purifying energy inside her, much less use it.

“But as there was no other way...You're hard to get, aren't you?” He leaned close to her and pulled her into his arms.

She made a small struggle but then abandoned herself into his arms like a rag doll.

His blood red eyes pierced into hers and in the dark of the room she truly felt fear. She was helpless, away from Sesshoumaru, away from anyone that might save her now.

He could smell her fear and it gave him great satisfaction. His clawed hand moved along her face. Her skin was almost frozen and her pale face contrasted with her burning dark eyes.

With her last strength, she grabbed his hand and pushed it away from her, struggling out of his arms. He watched with amusement as the little creature tried to escape from his grip. He let her struggle for a while until the last drop of strength evaporated and she fainted in his arms.

He then released her gently on the bed and stopped to look at her. What if she would never have use of her powers again...The spell had drained them out, but he hoped they would be back in a week or so. After all she was the reincarnation of Midoriko and patience was something he had a lot of.

 

Sesshoumaru had explored almost any direction the hanyou could have taken Kumiko. There was no scent of him or the girl and he couldn't feel the half-breed's youki either.

He felt helpless for the first time in his life. The girl that meant everything to him had been taken away, and he couldn't protect her. The disgusting hanyou could be touching her right now...No, he could not think of that, if he would, his anger would take control and he would slaughter anyone in his path.

“I will find her. I swear on my life I will find her.” He said to himself flying away.

 

Kumiko opened her dark eyes and looked around with surprise. She was on a beach and the hot sun burned her back.

She looked around to see her family and friends and she heard her mother's voice:

“You shouldn't fall asleep on the beach like that. You'll get sun burns!”

“Was it all a dream?” Kumiko wondered, not being able to believe what she was seeing.

Her friends were laughing and playing on the beach and her family seemed to be enjoying it too.

She looked around, knitting her brows.

“Sesshoumaru...no...It can't be just a dream.”
Still she seemed to be back to her world and everything looked normal...except...she looked at the sea and noticed a man inside the water smiling at her.

He looked normal, his dark hair covering his shoulders as his bear chest stood above the waves. But his eyes...his eyes had a red tint...

“Naraku!” She thought, getting up and running into the water.

She got close to him hoping it was just her imagination.

That grin she couldn't mistake...

“Naraku!” She said, narrowing her eyes.

He got close to her and grabbed her in his arms. The cold waves were hitting their bodies as Naraku's eyes pierced into hers.

“Your world is...interesting.” He said, turning his attention to the almost naked girls running on the beach. “I might find it amusing.”
”Don't you dare!” She shot, her dark eyes burning with anger.

He looked at her, his blood-red eyes stopping at her breasts, half covered by the bra of the swimming suit.

“And what if I do?” He smirked, his hand touching the pale skin of her neck.

Her heart started to beat faster as she started shivering.

His nails grew into claws as he descended on the exposed half of her breasts. His claws made a little cut and a drop of blood came out. He gathered it and took it to his lips, tasting her. Her fear was obvious in her scent. It was going well...

“This world...it can be taken so easily.” He said in a calm voice and extended his hand towards the sky.

It started to fill with youkai. All shapes and sizes, from giant snakes to frightening spiders, the sky became dark, overwhelmed by the numbers of youkai.

Kumiko's eyes widened with fear as she realized her family and friends were facing imminent death. She tried to purify the demons, she tried it with all her strength but she was powerless and both her arms clutched on to Naraku's in despair.

“Please, don't!”

His arm was like steel, she couldn't manage to move it even a centimeter as her dark eyes were begging him to stop. Naraku enjoyed the feel of her skin against his and having her in his power gave him great pleasure. He would have let the illusion go on more just to feel her touch, but it had to be believable.

He turned to her, red eyes piercing through her soul.

“Make me a deal.”
”I'll do anything! I'll gather the Shikon Shards for you! Just please don't hurt them!” She pleaded, tears flooding her eyes as her nails thrust into his skin.

He grinned with satisfaction and the youkai disappeared at a wave of his hand.

The blood was still pouring out if the cut he had made on her chest. His mouth leaned on it and licked the wound.

She went rigid and closed her eyes, knitting her brows.

“Sesshoumaru will rip you apart for this.” She said, her voice trembling with anger.

He stood up and smirked, his eyes glowing with malice:
”He can't save you now. You are mine.”

She took a few steps back, not nearly fast enough to avoid his arm from wrapping around her waist and pulling her into him.

“I said I'd get you the shards! You have what you want so let go of me!” She shot, trying to push him back.

“You think the jewel is all I want?” He said, enjoying the effect his question had on the girl. Her eyes showed a mix of astonishment, fear and anger.

She couldn't bring herself to asking him what else he wanted, afraid of what he might answer so she turned her head away and said coldly:
”I don't care what else you might want.”

His hand caught her chin and tilted it up to meet his full stare.

“You should care about things that involve you, my little pet.”

Pet?! PET?!

“I'm no one's pet, much less yours!” She shouted at him with the sound of the waves hitting the shore acting as an echo of her anger.

He only grinned, tightening his grip as his clawed hand descended along the cut he had made.

“Really...and I who thought you were playing the role of Sesshoumaru's little pet.”

“It's not like that! You don't honestly think I'd fall for the same trick again, did you?” She replied in a high tone, making futile attempts to escape his grip.

“You truly are stupider than I thought if you imagine he loves you.” His crimson eyes observed her every reaction.

“What could you possibly know about it?” She knitted her brows, her whole body trembling with anger.

“Demons cannot feel love. You deceive yourself in thinking otherwise.”

“What do you care if I am deceiving myself? Are you suddenly worried about me?” She shot ironically.

“Maybe I am.” He answered simply, leaning to her.

She struggled as his warm lips touched her frozen ones, but couldn't help noticing with surprise he felt so real, so...human.

Her small fists were pounding on his chest as she managed to turn her head away.

He only grinned and then grabbed her and pushed her into the water. She was sinking and the depth seemed endless. She struggled to rise, but her attempts failed and everything went dark around her as her body ceased to move.

 

Naraku was sitting besides the unconscious girl and the only thing shining some light in the room was a mirror he was holding.

The illusion had worked perfectly. The spell had given him access to her memories and allowed him to inflict this dream upon her.

The threats to her world were of course bluffs, as he couldn't pass through the well.

But she didn't know that.

And now he possessed the means to compel her into providing him with the complete jewel.

On top of that, he could read her every thought when they were together in the dream.

Anger, of course, fear, it was only natural, disgust...it was to be expected since she knew how he was born, but there was that one spark, the small glow of an unknown feeling when he had kissed her.

She had felt him warm, and he knew he didn't usually feel warm. But to her he did. The bandit Onigumo's presence was no longer within him and yet she thought for a split second he felt human...

Far from insulting him, as it usually would, he took a moment to ponder his recent discovery.

If it was this...presumed human side that made her react that way, than he could use it to great satisfaction.

Why did he even want to? She had agreed to do as he wished, and still, as he said in her dream, there was more to what he wished.

He took the still unconscious girl in his lap and observed her features with concentration. Such innocence...yes, such innocence he would have loved to taint. But he did not want that anymore. He wanted to keep her the way she was and imprison her, like a rare bird in a golden cage.

She would never be free of him.

His hand gently undid the folds of her kimono, feeling her soft, cold skin as his claws sank into her flesh making the cut he had inflicted upon her in the dream.

Red blood came out of it, pouring on her body and he leaned and tasted it with glowing eyes. It stung his tongue, without hurting, it was more of a pleasurable sting.

“Healing powers, huh...” He thought, remembering Sesshoumaru had both arms in their previous encounter.

So the demon lord couldn't help himself but bleed her...It is the nature of youkai to damage something so pure and frail, he thought listening to the slow beat of her heart.

He suddenly released the girl and got up, walking out of the room.

He looked back as he slid the door behind him.

It would take a little while longer for her to regain her full strength and then he would have the object of his desires.

Both of them.

 

A/N:

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