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The Day the Flowers Bloomed Black	By : profiler120 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 8634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Day the Flowers Bloomed Black
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The Day the Flowers Bloomed Black
Author: profiler120 (p-120)
Email: profier120@hotmail.com; p_120@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and etc.
Rating: R
Warning: If you are a big fan of Inu/Kag, Inuyasha, or Kikyo (as separate characters,
not as a couple) please don't bother reading this. Be warned, character death.
As of right now it's a one-shot. I'm currently writing a follow-up to
it, but I might not get to finish it, it's only a couple of paragraphs so far, so we'll
see.
Citrus - lime warning.

~X~
To say she felt foolish was insufficient. No- stupid, dim-witted, dense and other
negative adjectives came to mind as well. She sighed and sat back against the rough
of
of the tree.
How did she think she would ever compare to her? After all, she was still alive. She
let her eyes flutter closed. Hope seemed inappropriate and naive just as happiness did.
She had left the village smiling brightly at Sango and Miroku saying she was on her way
home for a while.
Inuyasha hadn't protested. The only reason being he hadn't been there to do so. No,
she'd caught him again conversing with his past lover, Kikyo. The infamous Shikon no tama
protector, the beautiful miko that had died in the line of her duty. That was the only
reason he wasn't here yelling and demanding that she stay. It was the only reason he ever
didn't show up. The only reason that made him completely unreliable.
She sighed again and the Shikon shards around her neck glowed in response. That was
another strange thing. They had been glowing periodically recently. Usually in response to
certain thoughts. Unfortunately it seemed they only did so when she was being negative.
She hauled herself up determined to think nothing more of the matter and proce on on
toward the well. She wasn't certain of why she'd even sat down here by the memorable tree.
She was up and off again, hauling her half empty yellow sack back toward the magic portal
that was just ahead.
The clearing was a welcome sight and she sat upon its rim comfortably, dangling her
legs down inside the wooden square. Just push off and she was home in a matter of seconds.
She stared down into its inky depths while the musky smell invaded her nose. It smelled
old and damp.
A breeze fluttered through the clearing blowing her hair back from her face. She tried
to smile, to practice the false emotions she'd be broadcasting when she came back. She
knew she would. Be back, that is. There was no way she could not come back no matter how
much it hurt. She had to do wwas was right and collecting the shards of the Shikon no tama
was what was right.
"Kagome..."
She turned back and peered about, but no one was around. Her eyes widened as she sensed
the familiar pull of the shikon presence in her vicinity. She dropped her bag by the well
and, without really thinking about it, grabbed her bow and quiver of arrows and took off
running toward the shards. It was so close... and strong!
As she neared however, she realized it wasn't just two or three shards as she'd thought
at first. No... This was many, many more. It could only be Naraku... she stopped abruptly,
sliding on the loose dirt under her feet.
What was she doing going after Naraku alone? She moved to turn back when there was a
rustle ahead of her. She caught no more than a flutter of fabric before she took off
running. She heard the soft sound of something floating through the air and then felt an
object strike her hard in the back of her head. Her last thoughts were of her body, her
chin impacting the ground and inhaling a puff of dusty earth.

~X~
Was the room spinning, or was she? The beams across the ceiling seemed to move
strangely. Her vision was blurry and her knees felt weak underneath her. Had something hit
her? She couldn’t remember. Faces, though.
There were faces in her memory, but their names escaped her at the moment. Two faces par particular plagued her. They had since she'd awakened on the matted floor. A strange
looking boy and a beautiful girl. She knew them, didn't she?
She knew she did.
"Ah, so you've awoken, Kagome."
She turned but her legs didn't move and she fell in a clumsy heap onto her bed matting.
She caught sight however of her benefactor. He stood in the screened doorwayh a h a grin
tugging at his lips.
"You..." she murmured and trailed off.
"Do you remember how you got here?" he asked, stepping fully inside and
dropping the screen back behind him.
She rubbed the sore bump on her head. "No..." she replied and looked up
timidly. She stared at him certain that she knew him. Tall, dressed in a fine kimono with
bounds of long, wavy hair.
He came and kneeled down with her.
She gazed up staring into the now familiar red tinted eyes as her faltering memory
returned. "What do you want me with Naraku?"
He blinked, clearly startled. "You remember me?"
"Of course I remember you. It's not hard to remember someone who's always trying
to kill you."
"Kill you?" He raised a brow and chuckled lowly. "You are much more
useful to me alive, Kagome." he purred leaning forward to capture her chin in a
gentle yet firm grip.
She pulled her head back sharply, away from his touch and regretted it as she became
dizzy and fell back clumsily. She crawled back up onto her knees and stared at him.
"You-" she left off suddenly as she caught sight of a figure walking past the
screens.
He followed her gaze, and glared as a young woman pushed the screen aside and stepped
in.
"I've done what you asked Naraku. Anything else?"
Kagome gasped. He? And her? She looked up into the vacant eyes of the miko that she was
a reincarnation of. It just couldn't be. She couldn't be the reincarnation of one so cold.
Why couldn't Inuyasha see what she'd become?
"Leave," he growled. "I have what I want."
She glared haughtily at him but withdrew and padded out of sight.
"Does it shock you, Kagome?" He turned back to her.
"You planned the whole thing. To get Inuyasha away and… I don't have any
Shikon shards, Kikyo took them-"
"I know this." he cut her off. "I don't want shards, I wanted you."
"I'm not interested in playing games with you," she snapped suddenly finding
the short end of her temper. "What do you want with me?"
"Oh, a forceful one, aren't you? Just like little Kikyo,"
She stood up, her dizziness fading under the veil of her anger. She stood over him and
pointed down at him. He eyed her finger amusedly as she continued.
"We are nothing alike! Nothing!" she snarled. "And quite frankly I'm a
little tired of hearing it okay? I hear comparisons enough from my 'friends' I don't have
to sit through it with my 'enemies' either!"
He grabbed the hand she was waving around and pulled her back down on the floor with
him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, her breath catching
nervously. Her apprehensive, wide eyes peered up at him anxiously.
"So right you are, my mistake. " he smirked. "Is that your desire? I can
give that to you. You help me and I will help you and we will both get what we want. You
don't really like hanging around that filthy dog-boy do you? Even when you know that every
time he looks at you he sees nothing but her reflection in you-"
WHACK!
She pulled her hand back, stinging and red from slapping him, her body twisted in his
arms. He released the one hand around her waist that had been clutching at the white
school blouse and ran it tenderly across his throbbing cheek.
"I don't need reminders," she bit out angrily. "You have yet to answer
my question. You didn't go through all this trouble to talk to me."
He released her completely and she crumbled into a heap on the bare wood floor.
"I did not." he stood. "I have many plans for you, whether you intend to
cooperate or not." he quipped standing and turning to the screen.
She didn't even look up as he glanced back.
"As much as I enjoy that short little skirt of yours, it is inappropriate. All of
my women dress adequately. Kanna will bring you some new clothes."
He watched but she didn't even seem to hear and he frowned. Perhaps she would be more
difficult than he imagined.
~X~
Kagome stared across the room apprehensively. It was rude but he didn't seem to care.
"He doesn't remember you,"
She glanced ahead where Naraku was at the other end of the low table sipping his.
S.
She peered back at the boy, Kohaku. Sango's brother was only a few feet away from her but
he was void. A shell of life, a mockery of existence, just like... Just like Kikyo, she
thought darkly.
On the other side sat Kanna and Kagura, neither of which seemed to care much that she
was there. Although Kagura had given her a pointed look or two she seemed only too willing
to obey the word of her master. She lowered her gaze to the table, she felt like a cross
between a captive and a pet. He was taking good enough care of her but she wasn't allowed
to do anything.
She wasn't allowed anywhere near a bow, provided such a thing were to be found in this
mansion of his.
She'd been here a whole day now. Night had been the worst so far. She'd had the feeling
he was in her room all of last night. She couldn't feel his presence or even sense the
shards while she was asleep but she just had a feeling. It hadn't been enough to keep her
from sleeping, but it had kept her from sleeping well.
She'd had dreams of tender moments between she and Inuyasha and then Inuyasha morphed
into Naraku and it just got confusing from that point on.
She looked up at him once more; he was staring at her again. She doubted his gaze had
traveled far. Abruptly Kagura, Kanna, and Kohaku stood and left the room. She watched
puzzeled but didn't ask.
"Why don't you do the same to me?"
"Erase your memories?" there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.
"Better yet, why don't you just kidnap Kikyo and use her for your games. It would
be more successful you know." She added bitterly. "Surely the great Naraku could
use Kikyo, she's corrupt already. Or maybe it's because you are still in love with
her?"
The small ceramic cup in his hands shattered under the grip that suddenly pressed down
upon it. The remainder of the tea poured down his hand with a strange red coloring. The
dark look in his eyes was murderous and she wished she had kept her mouth shut.
"Love?" he scoffed. "I never loved her. "
He stood gracefully and stalked from the room. She followed him with her eyes, watching
the smooth movements of his body under all those locks of wavy hair. Was this the real
Naraku?
She remained where she was.
Miroku said that his grandfather had battled Naraku many times and in many different
forms. So what form was the real Naraku? What part of him was the real part? More
importantly, what part of him was still Onigumo, the human bandit?
She stood and left in the opposite direction. She hated it here. The entire atmosphere
was dark and forbidding and all her company was hostile.
~X~
He was expecting her. She should arrive soon to rant about something. Despite her
surroundings her personality seemed to have remained securely in place. Sure enough, the
screen slid open violently and there she stood in his doorway as though she owned the
place. Damn her and her attitude!
"Hmm?"
"Don't you people take baths? What kind of mansion is this anyway?"
She stood with her hands on her hips indignantly waiting for his answer. When had she
become so relaxed in his company as to make demands?
This he would not allow. No one commanded Naraku. He roused himself from the floor,
discarding the book he'd been reading and walked to her.
Her angry tirade melted before he was even half way toward her, to his delight, and one
of fear and nervousness replaced it. He raised a hand and she flinched away, closing her
eyes tightly. He slid it smoothly around her neck and pulled her forward. She remained
hunched, expecting some kind of pain, but he only guided her forward to rest against him.
He leaned down until they were almost nose-to-nose.
"Don't you tire of the company of children?" He hissed. She opened her eyes
and stared at him uneasily. "Don't you desire..." he trailed off and gazed down
her body with his eyes tellingly. " ...To be treated as the woman you are?"
She forced herself backwards, but managed to remain standing. He allowed her to move
away, not bothering to keep his hold.
"Kagura," he called, not half loud enough for her to hear unless she'd been
directly by his side.
Still yet, she appeared outside the screen.
"Yes, Naraku-sama?"
"Take Kagome to the bath."
He went back and sat in his place on the floor, returning to his book. She responded so
much better to manipulation than she did to pain, he mused. Pain only made her stubborn.
The annoying, yet persisting voice of Onigumo whispered continuously of her
similarities with Kikyo. Yet it was his own voice, the collective voices that were Naraku
that whispered other things. They whispered of soft curves, and screams in the night.
Still yet there were hopes of vengeance, death and power. There were so many things
he could do with her.
She'd been here now two days and he hadn't found that which he'd been looking for. He'd
been searching for her weakness. It had to do with that mutt, Inuyasha to be certain, but
her resolve arustrust in him was firm, not like that of Kikyo that was easily breakable.
This girl was stronger in that resolve. Still, overall she was much weaker physically and
was very much afraid of him and seemed to think he had some interest in raping her.
Although the thought really hadn't occurred to him seriously, since there were much
more amusing way to corrupt her without deadening her. Better even if he could take her
with her complete consent and crush the hanyou. He stood up, brightening suddenly. And why
couldn't he?
Why couldn't he win the girl from Inuyasha instead of stealing her, the damage to
Inuyasha would be un-repairable. Not even Kikyo's 'betrayal' would compare to this
voluntary surrender to him.
"Kanna..."
His grin was full force and malicious when Kanna appeared before him.
"Show me Kagome," he ordered.
She held up her mirror without a word and the girl appeared. She was lying back against
the polished stone bath. Her eyes were closed and on her tiny mouth rested a small,
content smile. Would it be that hard? Was she unattainable? Surely not, everyone had a
weakness, and if he could just find it.
"We are nothing alike! Nothing!" The haunting statement returned to
his mind.
Perhaps it wouldn't be so difficult. Kikyo seemed to be a sensitive subject. If he
could perhaps use that miko to gain control of this one, then Kikyo would be sacrificed.
Part of him protested, but it was the collective mind of Naraku that emerged as the most
powerful voice. So be it, he thought. One miko for another and if he could defeat Onigumo
finally and completely, he'd have no inner resistance any further and he could do whatever
damn well he wished with the girl. He grinned. The day was looking up already.
~X~

As the week wore on it became more and more clear that Kikyo was indeed Kagome's
weakest point. Since discovering so he'd perused books, and scrolls galore in search of
something to give him more adequate control of the girl. Simply killing Kikyo
wouldn’t do, that would only free up Inuyasha from his guilt bonds with the undead
miko and acquire Kagome's sympathy.
No, this called for something much more drastic and much more powerful. Kikyo would go
back to her grave, and Kagome would send her there. He grinned, elation bubbling
through his veins. Kagome's surrender to him would be devastating enough, but to have her
kill Kikyo would be the precursor of his ultimate victory.
She would never be able to return to the annoying hanyou. She would have nowhere else
to go and no one to turn to but him. Her 'friends' were there certainly but they were all
a group of which this girl was the center. If Inuyasha turned on Kagome the entire group
would dissolve.
His mind was drifting, he realized and he had to go back and re-read the entire page.
Near the bottom he caught a passage that caught his interest.

quotquot;Rise, rise my little toy;
Awaken and act out my little ploy."

He marked the page with a piece of rice paper and closed the book. It was but a piece
of a much larger spell but that didn't matter.
Tonight then, when he resumed his night side vigil he would whisper the words in her
small, delicate ear that would give him control enough to permanently separate her from
the hanyou. Then he could set about with his plans. Those plans following were the ones
that would cause him the most trouble. They would be far more difficult to receive
positive results from, yet he remained firm in his resolve. He'd win her. He would.
The spell itself wasn't enough to bind her as it would most. He'd have to adjust it to
suit his needs, but that wasn't difficult. Magic was a part of Naraku; it was a part of
her as well. It wasn't a part of that hanyou. By this reasoning, Kagome belonged with him.
He gazed out the open shoji door and up into the moonlit sky. She would be asleep soon and
then he'd go to her as he did each night.
As he had every night since she'd come here. He'd sat in her room, near enough her bed
to see her with the delicate candle that he'd brought with him flickering over her gentle
features. He pushed the book aside and moved to the doorway allowing the gentle night
breeze to calm him until his appointed hour arrived.

~X~
He crept down his own halls toward her bedchamber. The halls were dark, the night was
his domain. His room and Kagome's were in the east section while Kagura and the others
were at the farthest point west you could get in the mansion. He stopped reaching the
place where he knew her door would be. He slid the door open silently and stepped inside.
The gentle flicker of the candle danced on the plain walls of the room. There upon the
floor near a wall of shoji screen screens was a blanketed bundle. The same bundle he
viewed each night as he crept secretly into her room and sat therein until the hour before
dawn. He stepped inside and made his way to her beside.
He'd learned so much about her, this reincarnation of the miko, Kikyo. This one, he
thought as he ran his slender fingers through her silken hair, was from a different time
period entirely. He grinned to himself at the discovery. He was quite frankly amazed they
had managed to keep such a colossal secret from him so long. But he wasn't interested in
wherever she came from, only now mattered.
He knew this would be a delicate matter. The miko powers of the girl weren't something
to toy around with. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not about her being unable to
control those powers. He pressed one hand down at the left of her and the other on the
right leaning down, completely over her, his hair falling off his shoulder and onto her.

"Rise, rise my little toy;
Awaken and act out my ploy.

"Reincarnate from future's past;
You, my miko, will be the last.*"

Her eyes fluttered open sleepily. He watched her as she became aware of her situation.
Had it worked? There was a slight red glow to her eyes, but that didn't mean that it had
bound her. It could simply been she had or was fighting off the spell.
"Naraku..." he barely caught the words murmured weakly from her mouth.
"You want it, don't you, Kagome?"
Her eyes focused on his but they were dnt ant and hazy. He wasn't certain she was even
seeing him. There was no blush or startled exclamations of him to get off her.
"She's nothing but a nuisance. She shouldn't be walking around right now. Someone
has to stop her. Do it... kill her. You want to, don't you? After everything she's done to
you? After all of her attempts to kill you? Stealing the shikon shards you worked so hard
for?"
Her eyes slid closed even as her eyebrows twitched. He leaned closer so their
bodies’ warmth seeped into each other. Her hands instinctively moved up to his
shoulders as though she would stop him, but no resistance came. Her hands were curled
weakly around his shoulders.
"You think I should?"
He blinked. She was actually asking him his opinion? Had the spell gone wrong? She
wasn't supposed to react this way.
Without warning her hands slid up and back curling around his neck. She tightened her
grip weakly and he complied as she pulled him down against her completely. He turned,
letting his breath dance against her cheek. Her head was tilted slightly away from him but
she wasn't pulling away or making horrible faces. It couldn't be this easy!
Her eyes were still closed, he noted. Wasn't Kikyo her weakness? Damn the wench, had
she drawn him in? Was she casting a spell over him!?
"I'm so tired..." she murmured, her eyes slid open, but she didn't look over
at him. " ...of being alone."
The desolate sadness was unmistakable. He was wrong Kikyo wasn't her weakness?
"Kikyo should be dead," she spoke up unexpectedly, her voice gaining
strength. "You're right, I will kill her, Naraku." Well, she knew who he was.
She hadn't mistaken him for someone else when she pulled him against her. The red glow had
now completely tainted her eyes, and they glowed slightly as she turned her face to his,
their noses touching.
He grinned evilly, but she just turned her head away and closed her eyes again, and her
arms loosed around him. He didn't move away, instead he slid into her bedding and ensnared
the girl tightly against him. The grin was plastered on his face; this had been a
brilliant plan. He lowered his head to her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. What a
beautiful treasure Inuyasha and Kikyo had given him. Neither knew that the young girl
would be their downfall and the key to his victory.
Inuyasha was too confident of her loyalty and Kikyo thought the girl was incapable of
harming her. Both foolish, they were as easy to manipulate now as they had been before. He
threaded his hands through her dark hair as the girl muttered incoherently in her sleep,
pulling herself against him further.
~X~
The light of dawn brought the two people cuddled together on the floor back to reality.
Naraku didn't loosen his hold on her even as he expected shouts of "pervert" and
other choice words from the girl. None came. Rather, the girl in his embrace seemed
content to sleep the day away in the sheltered hold of her enemy. Her slender hands were
clutched on his kimono as she rested peacefully.
In no rush, he let her sleep. How long had it been since he'd shared a bed with a
woman, he wondered off-handedly. Onigumo, to the best of his fragmented human memory
couldn't recall having ever shared a bed consensually with a woman. He brushed the
thoughts aside as he felt her stirring. It didn't matter anyway.
She pulled away from him slightly, the hands clutching a fistful of his kimono
loosened. She lifted her head up, raising her eyes to his. Her radiant brown eyes were
darkened with a strange reddish tint, but her expression remained unchanged. She still
looked at him the same. Still, she didn't shout for him to 'get lost' either.
"Morning," she mumbled before turning her head down again to hide the blush
that had crept upon her cheeks. She was farther back to herself than he'd expected. Still
yet, he released her and she crawled up, drawing the blanket away. He could almost see the
sigh of relief that both she and he were still fully clothed. Of course, determining so
hadn't been difficult; all he'd had to do was follow her barely concealed stare as it
trailed down the length of his frame.
He rolled down onto his stomach, hiding most of his face behind the one arm as she
slipped out of the room. Once she was gone he couldn't repress the chuckle. Imagine,
Inuyasha's woman looking him over, what would the hanyou say?
He'd make wild accusations that she wasn't in her right mind and that he, Naraku, was
controlling her. To an extent it was true, but he had no desire to make her want him.
Especially if he could get her voluntarily and it certainly appeared it was possible.
The young, innocent, beautifully figured girl was a nice addition to his home. He liked
almost everything about her. Her attitude being the only hold out, but he was
certain it wouldn't be much more of a problem now. Standing, he followed the path he knew
she'd taken. The girl was undoubtedly bathing again, a habit he enjoyed very much. He sat
often enough watching her do just that from Kanna's mirror. Today however he too felt...
soilWhy Why not give her some company?
~X~
Words couldn't express his disappointment when he found the girl was not in the bath.
She had been, to be certain for her hair was sopping wet, but today she seemed in a rush.
She was straightening her kimono when he stepped into the bathing room while one of his
servants tied her obi.
"Is that what you're going to be wearing today?"
He looked down at himself. What exactly was wrong with his attire?
She waved a hand dismissively. "I guess it doesn't matter since you'll probably be
staying here."
"And where exactly do you think you're going?" he asked pulling at the tie
about his waist.
"What do you mean, 'where am I going?’ Aren't I goingkillkill Kikyo?"
The sash fell at his feet and began soaking up the puddle of water it had fallen into.
He stared across the room at her. Her back was turned to him as she fumbled with
something. She turned toward him suddenly. She'd said it so casually, as though she were
doing naught but running an errand for him.
"You know walking in a kimono actually takes some getting used to." She mused
aloud staring past him. "I'm hungry, can I have breakfast before I go? Oh, and maybe
you could send someone with me? Kagura or Kanna or whoever, it would probably help."
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