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Treacherous Romance

 

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A/N: Don't hate me, this is a new story. It's going to have two chapters, the next one's already finished.

 

Hope you enjoy, and please review :)

 

Just one more thing: Tsushima-ben = Kyūshū dialect

 

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I wasn't allowed to know any details in case I was caught and couldn't kill myself. For some reason, the entire situation didn't exactly strike home even as they told me very seriously that I would die if I were to fail. Perhaps it was because I was very young then, only seventeen - a fresh, raw age that is supposed to be innocent. Though in times of war…

 

I didn't know what to do then; they made me memorize an entire lifetime that didn't belong to me and which I could recite easily right now.

 

My name is Higurashi Kagome. I am the only remaining member of the Higurashi family who lived at the Tasogare Shrine. My mother, grandfather and little brother Souta were killed in the war; my father had died long before of cancer. I was left with a small fortune, of course I did not know how to use it at the beginning and had to hide most of it because of the war.

 

Naturally, none of this is true, but I had to learn it religiously. I memorized all the places I'd supposedly visited, all the money I'd invested, because, it seemed, I'd been advised to invest in trading. During war, people gossiped and whispered and whatnot, trade was a profitable business. Dark alleyways and suspicious people, I learned all their names - they were real people, too, or spies like me.

 

At the beginning I was so ecstatic about the idea, a seventeen year old would be. I was patriotic and hated all traitors. My family had betrayed and left me, after all. But then Onigumo-san told me exactly what I had to do. It sounded easy, but that was only because I wasn't very serious about being a full-fledged Japanese spy yet.

 

Their goal was the death of Tanaka Inuyasha, but after a dozen futile attempts of ending the man's life, they decided to do things more naturally.

 

Natural. That was the word they used. I was a natural and Inuyasha would surely trust me. Of course, naturally, he did, but trouble arose when I started trusting him, too.

 

It took four long years of training and planning and endeavor until I finally infiltrated into Tanaka-san's life. Onigumo-san pulled some strings to make sure I'd be safe.

 

That night a party was held. For me, it felt as if they were saying their goodbyes in case I never returned, but I said nothing. They commented on how strong and determined I was, Onigumo-san did, Sango-san did, too. I respected and admired her opinion so I decided to put an extra effort in this.

 

First of all, they gave me a file with Tanaka-san's situation and treachery. According to the file, Tanaka Inuyasha was openly negotiating and having business relationships with America. In times of war, I could barely believe any of it. The man had a wife, it seemed, Tanaka Kaguya. She was an elegant, refined lady, the file said, who liked to play American cards and go to the cinema. I was to learn how to play them, too, and accompany her to the movies. I was to become the woman's best friend and it wasn't easy at all.

 

It took me another half an year to get into Tanaka-san's house as Kaguya-san's best friend. I was so proud of my achievement.

 

I remember a beautiful chandelier I first noticed in their hallway - I was enthralled. Kaguya-san returned to lead me into the house and found me shamelessly staring at its beauty, I was so embarrassed.

 

She asked me if I was married, and no, I was not. I was only twenty-two, I valued my youth. Kaguya-san confessed to being envious of me because she had been forced into an arranged marriage with Inuyasha-san, though she never gave any indication that their relationship as husband and wife was anything but normal.

 

In May I saw Inuyasha-san for the first time and I was shocked by how handsome he was. His short, black hair went perfectly with his deep, dark eyes that never left mine, even as he spoke to his wife. Onigumo-san had warned me that it was possible that Inuyasha-san would want me as his lover, I was fully prepared for the concept, although not for the consequences, I confess.

 

Before all this, I was given a list with names of women they had sent before me. Those unfortunate souls had all been discovered and killed or had killed themselves so Onigumo-san's and the others' names wouldn't be known.

 

Tachibana Ayumi. Sekigawa Ayame. Kinashita Tsubaki. Fujimoto Nazuna - Inuyasha had figured them all out, I was the fifth to try such a dangerous job.

 

I became Kaguya-san's best friend - she said I was witty and cultured, she didn't know better. The evenings were always laced with quiet dinners and the occasional appearances of her ever-so-busy husband, Inuyasha-san.

 

I didn't know it then, I was still so innocent, but he was always watching me intensely, warily, trying to figure me out. For weeks he gave me the same cold, guarded treatment, even though I dined at his house almost daily, until one evening when he made the first attempt at a decent conversation.

 

“So, Higurashi-san, my wife tells me you are from Kyoto. Then how come you understand Tsushima-ben so well?”

 

My heart leaped right into my throat right then, we had not anticipated this question. Without thinking, I had to lie, “My mother was from here, didn't I mention it?”

 

He didn't answer, he only played with the food on his plate. My voice might have trembled, I was truly nervous, though I maintained eye contact. Inuyasha-san nodded, I sighed, relief bent my bones like rocks.

 

After a week, I caught him staring at me at most inappropriate times, but I only smiled in return. I always smiled. There was a silent agreement between the two of us, and I knew what he wanted. Unfortunately for my goal, we simply had no time and place for that.

 

Once when we were at the cinema, a secret, improvised one, Kaguya-san said something odd and disturbing in a way. Her hair was pulled up in a perfect up-do, she was always so clean and faultless, and her lips were blood red as they moved in time with her words. “Inuyasha-san is coming awfully often home these days. I suppose it's a fortune that we have you there, Kagome-san, you've brought us both out of our misery.” Her words seemed innocent enough, she didn't even look at me, but I had a nasty feeling all the same.

 

“Don't be funny, Kaguya-san, I am sure Inuyasha-san simply has more free time,” I laughed, I giggled, she did too, but I'm not sure if it was fake. We were so close, Kaguya-san and I. Frankly, I did not want to destroy such an ordinary friendship, I'd never had one of these. I brought her things when I came over, small gifts to show my gratitude. At the beginning I convinced myself I was doing it for the cause, for my mission, but in all reality they were to make up for the evil I was going to subject her to. It was my pathetic way of saying sorry.

 

“Kaguya-san, konnichiwa,” I said this once day when I entered her house. She smiled, she always did, and took my hand.

 

“Oh, Kagome-san, I have wonderful news, I do. I am pregnant.”

 

Her smile was so big, so warm, I couldn't help but smile with her, but inside I was writhing. And what of our goal? Would it hinder it? I hoped not. If Inuyasha had a child, then would he want to be with me anymore?

 

“I'm so happy for you,” I squealed, I hugged her tightly, told her I was going to buy all sorts of things for the baby, was going to find clothes from materials you couldn't find on the market those days.

 

“If you allow me, I want to be close to this baby,” I said with a smile, a fake smile that hurt my cheeks as I placed my hand delicately on her still flat stomach. Kaguya-san blushed, I don't know why she averted her eyes, but she smiled all the same.

 

“Oh, Kagome-san, you make me even happier about this. Yes, of course, sure, you can be close to my baby,” and I truly intended to in that moment, it didn't cross my mind that my job would be done by the time the baby was born.

 

“Thank you, Kaguya-san, thank you truly. Oh, here, I have something for you,” and I gave her another daily gift. The only thing I could think about as she gushed over the things I brought her was that I had to find a way to sneak my way into Inuyasha's heart and hopefully bed so he'd trust me completely. I had to make him trust me.

 

It was one lucky day that Kaguya-san had to visit her aunt on short notice. That left me alone in their house, with Inuyasha-san free to do with me as he pleased.

 

That was the first time in my life that I had no idea how to approach someone, so I simply went by the window, presumably to admire the not-so-glamorous view. I started when I felt a hot breath next to my ear, Inuyasha-san surprised me.

 

“You're not married?” he asked again, just to make sure. I shook my head, no.

 

“Good.” His lips found my ear and I was helpless as new sensations devoured my body, leaving nothing under my control. I became infected with a desire so scorching and wrong as he brought me to intense heights I'd never in my entire life experienced. Looking back now, I honestly didn't care that Kaguya-san wasn't home as he lowered me to the bed in the guest room. I protested, played my part well, even got up to walk away from him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me against his chest. It hurt, my wrist was already sore, I told him as much.

 

He grunted, he said he loved this, and ripped my kimono off. It had been expensive, Onigumo-san couldn't afford many, but I couldn't tell him that, no.

 

Inuyasha took me roughly that first time, said it was because of the pent-up sexual tension. My breasts ached as he squeezed them harshly, but then I loved the feeling as he twirled my nipples with his talented fingers that he replaced with a hot, eager tongue.

 

He simply threw me on the bed when I wouldn't be obedient and pulled down his pants, he never even took his shirt off. My mind was dull of pleads and begs in that moment, but I still can't imagine for what. His mouth attacked my neck, my collarbone, toyed with my invigorated senses as I shivered convulsively, the bed shook with his powerful thrusts as I tried to will the initial pain away. Soon the room was filled with my haunting cries for more and for an end. I don't know what he thought I wanted, but he kept telling me to shut up, to let him enjoy it. I would have felt like a mere toy if he hadn't been so passionate, so devoted. In the end I couldn't help but feel like a willing participant in this - I was a willing participant.

 

His body was perfect against mine, the way our hips molded made me feel hotter, moister. Inuyasha brought a finger down between our bodies to caress my folds and I remember moaning into his mouth as our tongues fiercely wrestled for dominance. Our combined saliva trailed down my chin and he licked it clean, slowly, sensually, in time with his powerful yet languid thrusts. My mind couldn't form a suitable sentence to describe what I was feeling, so I let myself fall into that void I was so close to - he guided me with practiced ease. I sucked and nibbled at his neck, enjoying his male groans.

 

Suddenly, the air around me became thicker as I gasped for proper breathing - I could see clearly as I reached something amazing, something only for me to know. He took me there, he waited for me at the entrance then entered himself, letting me share his bliss as I felt the hot liquid fill me on the inside. I wasn't disgusted, it was Inuyasha, and I found that nothing he did revolted me.

 

The next few weeks he found a way to have me every night, he told me he started avoiding his wife, was I a fool to believe him? Perhaps I was, but I was so torn between loving him and hating him that I honestly couldn't care less. I brought myself to ignore the fact that Kaguya-san was with child, I only had to do my job, I always told myself that. It was best that I go with the flow. My heart wanted to make the choice for me, but then I would remember the knife I held in my purse at all times - quite reckless of me, too. If I was to be discovered, then I would kill myself somehow. It would be quick and painful, but at least the others wouldn't be known.

 

I almost told him every night, the words stood at attention on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't. Every night, he made me cry with him, he made me suffer with him. He was cruel, vicious, I was always looking into the eyes of sin itself, but he loved me. Inuyasha cared about me so deeply and so passionately that I could never look away when he decided to lock my eyes with his. Burning fire flashed inside his dark orbs with every soul-shattering thrust and I wanted to tilt my head back with a careless moan, but I couldn't avoid his eyes, no. I had to watch. So we looked at each other, his lips tightly pursed and black eyebrows only subtly furrowed as his shoulders moved with the movements below.

 

My knees, all my joints felt awkward, but I still wrapped my legs around his waist to increase the pleasure, I still clung to him as if he'd disappear in the next second. His hands never strayed, they were between our bodies, constantly rubbing my clit into submission, but the gesture wasn't even needed - I was always ready for him. He didn't say a word, he never did. I found it so awkward, yet I knew he cared when his eyes shone with tears and he closed them to will the damned liquid away. I knew it, because I felt it too. I'd feel him move inside me and shivers so intense would engulf me that I would cry for minutes and minutes. He was so cruel, so slick, because soon he was carved so deeply into my heart that I couldn't wipe him off even if I tried. I hated him as much as I loved him; I wanted to kill him, yet I could not - how could I ever?

 

I started to question my mission, my allegiance, was I becoming a traitor myself? And who was I betraying: Onigumo-san or Inuyasha?

 

Then I arranged a meeting with Onigumo-san, a secret one. I decided to end the relationship with Inuyasha before I would become more of a sinner. Even if they killed me, I could not deliver Inuyasha to them on a silver platter, I knew that.

 

“Higurashi-san,” he never called me by my real name, not that it mattered, “you are our most treasured spy,” Onigumo Naraku said ever so slyly, he knew how to praise a woman. I didn't reply, he'd hear my answer at the end.

 

“I think it will only take a month at most, we have managed to make contact with some important friends of his and it was only because he has been so distracted as of late that we were able to do so. It is all thanks to you, Higurashi-san, women at his work are discussing about this - apparently Tanaka has his heads in the clouds. Congratulations on a well done job, so far you are the first to have penetrated that man's barriers so deeply.”

 

His words wounded me; I knew what I'd done, yet to be told so blatantly was not easy to swallow. Would Inuyasha ever forgive me? I always asked myself that. I knew how clever Inuyasha was, how could he become so distracted? Was I that good? Did he care about me so much?

 

“Now we wait,” Onigumo-san said then.

 

“We wait?” I asked, I was frustrated, “we wait for what? For him to crawl deeper into my heart and take my soul away? To shatter my defenses as he's been doing?” I ignored his widened eyes in favor of explaining myself, “Ever since I've met him I've grown too attached to him, this job is no longer safe for me. I can't breathe when he's close, and I'm sure it's not good for my mission, I don't think I can get him killed.” I exhaled deeply, if they wanted to kill me, then I would gladly die rather than deliver Inuyasha to his death.

 

“I see,” Onigumo-san said with a disconcerting smile, “you really are a natural. It is fine, Higurashi-san, I have predicted this. You will not have to deliver Inuyasha to anything, just enjoy your time together and we will do the rest.”

 

Somehow, that sounded even worse. Much, much worse, and it hurt deep inside my heart to understand what I was about to do. I accepted. I accepted, not because I didn't care if Inuyasha got killed, but because I wanted more time with him. Just… just a little more. I wanted to feel him close, if only for only a day, but I needed him. A day was fine, a day was enough. His pregnant wife never suspected.