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Love\'s Consequences	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 10437 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Love's Consequences
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I make any profit from this story.
Warning: Spoiler alerts! Just make sure you've seen the whole series, Final Act and Movies included, for I touch upon pretty much everything at one point or another.
Warning: There will be lemons in this story later on. Also, there will be character deaths in this story at a later time.
(A/N: I think I might have broken a record. Usually when I read stories that bring any of the feudal era characters into the future, they only remain there for about 1 or 2 chapters, yes? And usually only do the same things, clothes shopping (bleh!) and maybe one conversation with her friends or something, monotonous. At least that has been my experience. But I got Naraku staying here for 6 solid chapters, including this one. And I think most, if not all situations haven't been written about before. Be sure to let me know what you think about this.)
Previously:
"Mom, this is..." but Kagome stopped short, remembering all the things she's told her mother about Naraku. 'Oh no, I told mom how Naraku drugged me before. What will she think if I tell her his name now? 'Yeah, this is Naraku, the same guy that intoxicated me and took my innocence. Oh and now we are mated and that can't be broken and-' She'd kill me… Do I make up a name quickly? Will he get mad at me if I do? Darn it, the only name I can think of is Onigumo, which I know he'd hate. What do I say?'
Chapter 10: Explanation from the Future
"Naraku?" Kagome flinched visibly when her mother figured it out, saying the name Kagome was reluctant to voice. "Is that you?" Naraku looked at her oddly, he was sure he had never met this woman before, but she clearly recognized him. Had Kagome told her that much about him, that his appearance would be enough to elucidate a name? Or, had she actually "met him" before, meaning…
A full laugh bubbled out of his throat as he realized what was going on here; it calmed a worry he had just begun to speculate on, as well as explained much of her family's peculiarities.
Kagome was completely lost. If her mother knew who he was, why was she being so nice? And what did Naraku find so funny to laugh like that; it wasn't like he did that often. At her confused glances, he decided to have mercy on her and explain, "It seems you were mistaken, Kagome. There are demons in your time after all." Not that his explanation made much sense to her, it still didn't explain her mother's reactions, and how did he come to that conclusion?
"Just as sharp as ever I see," Mrs. Higurashi acclaimed before ushering them to the other room. "Come, let's sit down."
"I don't get it," Kagome muttered, knowing Naraku would hear her, "you two know each other?"
"It would seem," Naraku began, "my future self has already saved us much of the trouble of explaining."
"What? Really? Mom?" all three words came out as separate questions.
"Yes, Dear," the elder Higurashi knelt down on one side of the short table and Kagome and Naraku sat side by side on the other side, "a few days after your last visit, a gentleman came to my door and explained everything to me…"
Flashback
Just having returned from grocery shopping, Mrs. Higurashi she saw a man visiting the shrine. He was standing before the Goshinboku, staring up into its branches. He turned and caught her eyes the instant she crested the long steps. She saw immediately, that although he appeared nothing more than a well-dressed businessman at first glance, his eyes were a glowing, blood red. This was no ordinary man. "Forgive my unscheduled visit," he offered a hand to assist with the bags she was carrying, "I am a… very close friend of your daughter. Might I have a moment of your time?"
"I see your eyes are red," she halved her load, accepting his help, "can it be assumed you know her from… long ago?" She spoke in code, just in case he was not a demon, she did not need to go blurting that out.
"Correct," he grinned, "I am a demon that first met her in the feudal era, as she calls it."
"By what name may I call you?" she asked, trying to figure out this being's intentions, something had her motherly instincts on alert.
"Allow me my tale first, before I tell you the name she knows me by," he requested. Last thing he needed was to put her on guard at the mere mention of his name. "Until such time, I am referred to in this time as Mr. Okumo." (A/N: Kumo = Spider)
"Very well, Mr. Okumo," she consented, "I will hear what you have to say. Let us speak inside." Neither needed their conversation overheard. Once situated, tea served out of hospitality, and other niceties out of the way, she gave him leave to begin his story.
"To begin, I was not as open with what I am to your daughter at first words; I did not wish to startle you. Kagome is my mate, my 'wife' as your customs would call her," as expected, Mrs. Higurashi gasped sharply. "We have been together for 500 years, waiting for this day, she is still alive and well, as are our children." He paused, letting her take in this information. It was not everyday one was suddenly told their daughter, who they just saw a few days ago, was now over 500 years old, married, and had kids. "The last time she visited home, is the last time before she became mine. She will be away for many months this time."
"Became yours, how?" Mama Higurashi finally spoke up. She was no fool; she knew that 500 years ago it was a male dominated culture. "Did you just take her?" This male may have made the decision on his own, trapping her precious daughter with him.
"I waited for her consent before I marked her, if that is what you are asking," he calmed her worries. "I am not one to speak this often, but I know you well enough to understand what you need to hear. Kagome means more to me than my own life, and whereas I have not always been what you would want for her, from the time I placed my mark on her skin, I have never done anything to intentionally harm her."
Mama caught the warning in that one, the part about not always being good for her, and asked what was bothering her, "Who are you?" She had a nagging feeling that she would recognize his name; that was why he kept it from her. Something about him felt dangerous.
"Kagome has surely spoken of me, although I doubt it was in a pleasant manner," he began, not hiding a thing. "We have gone from mortal enemies, trying to kill one another at every turn, to being closer than her and Inuyasha ever were. My name… is Naraku." Her eyes hardened, she thought so. This was the same man that tried to drug and hurt her baby girl. Before she could bring words to her tongue, he continued, "I understand your contempt, and I know mere words will not quell your worries for her. I will give you time to soak this in, but if you have any questions for me," he handed her a business card that only had a number and his surname on it, "you may call me at anytime."
She held it tightly, trying to decide what to do. She had one more question, for now, "Does she love you?"
"Yes, just as much as I do her," he let a real smile crease his lips as he thought about all the years they'd spent together. "You will become further acquainted with 'me' before long," he stood to depart. "You will see all I have spoken is the truth at such a time."
End Flashback
"So, as you can see, I am well aware of what has transpired," Kagome's jaw remained dropped, waiting for her mother to get upset at her. "I would have preferred it if you waited, of course, but I understand, Dear." She lives for 500 years, and they have kids, that all live here, in this time? She was nearly as shocked as her mother had been.
"What's going on in here?" Grandpa asked as he came back into the house, only pausing for a second when he recognized what kind of visitor they had. "Ah, a demon!" He whipped out a handful of sticky sutras. "I'll vanquish you foul being." Naraku moved not an inch as the obviously powerless old man plastered the papers to him.
Once the aging priest had assumed his "spell" to be holding, Naraku spoke, "Is this supposed to do anything besides annoy me?" There was obvious irritation in his voice as he reach to peel a sutra from his sleeve.
"Th-that should have rendered you immobile," Grandpa stuttered out.
"How many times do we have to tell you gramps?" Kagome spoke up as she helped Naraku remove the nuisances. "They don't work."
"Such a disgrace, my granddaughter having no faith in her own blood," he wailed pathetically.
"Is all of your family this strange?" Naraku asked with raised eyebrow at the over-the-top display. 'It would certainly explain a few things.'
"That was exhausting," Kagome mumbled as she finally got Naraku up to her room. Sure, her mother knowing and accepting so quickly was a blessing, but her grandfather threw the biggest fit she'd ever seen at the news of his granddaughter being with a demon. And then every other second, Naraku's attention would be grabbed by one thing or another, and the questions would flow. How was she supposed to know how glass was made or be able to explain the inner workings of the TV? That stuff was beyond her scope of knowledge.
She collapsed on her bed, enjoying how it was so much softer than those sleeping mats in the past. Burrowing her face into the fluffy blankets and snuggling her pillows, she didn't even notice the demon behind her staring unabashedly at her rear. Her skirt had slid up, and he was fighting off the images of what he could do to her. She was not making it any easier as she wiggled around in her bed either. How long had she wanted to stay again? Had he even asked yet? Either way, he already had an inkling it would be too long. This place was strange. He was grateful he didn't have the keen sense of smell like dog demons, not with the suffocating odor outside. His sense of smell was good, better than humans for sure, but not near what theirs was.
"It is still morning, Kagome," he urged her to stand before he gave into his demonic urges. She only groaned at him in protest. Sure, it was morning, but he gave her no sleep last night. "Unless you wish for me to join you, I suggest you get up." She groaned louder, slammed her fists into the bedding and dragged herself to her feet. Giving a gesture that spoken of a sarcastic, "better?" He answered with, "Yes," pulling her back into the hallway. "What is this?" she nearly face palmed as he asked yet another question, this time, about what the bathroom was.
Once he had the concept of indoor plumbing understood enough to quit quizzing her, she managed to get him interested in the videogame Souta was playing long enough to get in a short nap. Her little brother could answer his questions for a bit. "So, can you do stuff like that?" he pointed to the characters in his videogames as they shot energy blasts from their hands.
"Yes," Naraku answered in the affirmative for like the tenth time in a row.
"How about this one?" he mashed a few buttons to make the fighter do a series of fighting moves.
"Yes," the answer flowed again. Naraku was more interested in the book he pilfered from Kagome's bag labeled Psychology. It spoke of things he had already understood, but had not an explanation as to why the mind worked in such a way.
"Can you do anything else?" the boy continued.
"Yes," Naraku droned. Really, he had more abilities than even Kagome knew, and she had seen most of them. This kid had no clue what he was asking.
"What else can you do? Will you show me?" the child prattled.
Realizing he would not get any silence until the boy was satisfied, he relented, "You wish to know that badly, do you? Than I will show yo-"
"Oh no you don't," Kagome interrupted with a yawn. She had just woken up and immediately went to find him, only to catch the tail end of their conversation. "I don't need you to go giving him nightmares." Naraku just smirked at her words, taking them as a twisted compliment. He enjoyed being feared, this familiarity the boy showed him, he was unaccustomed to.
"Is he really that scary?" Souta asked Kagome.
'You have no idea,' she thought about how she was terrified of him for the longest time. "Anyways," she brushed off Souta's question and addressed Naraku, "you mentioned wanting to look around the city, and Mama asked me to go get some groceries. Do you want to come with me?"
He stood fluidly, like gravity had no effect on him, and smirked at her, "But of course, my dear mate."
"Let's see, if you want to come out with me, you're going to have to blend in," Kagome touched her finger to her lip as she inspected him critically. He was obviously too tall to fit into any of Souta's or Gramp's cloths. "You'll have to look completely human, and my age, say, 17-ish." She walked around him, noting the eye on his chest, bone-plate armor bands on his forearms, and the fang-like protectors over his shoulders. She knew he could change his form at will, and if she understood correctly, he could alter his clothing with illusory tactics. "And you'll need modern clothing too. One second, let me get a picture to help you." She dug through a magazine siting on a table, flipping pages until she found an outfit she thought would look good on him. "Something like this." She pointed out the clothes she selected. "Alright, do your thing!"
Souta's jaw nearly fell off as the demon changed right before his eyes, emerging from the twisting mass of flesh and flickering colors into the form of a teenage boy.
"It's perfect," Kagome clapped her hands together. No one would be able to tell he's a demon now. But she found herself a little disappointed at the loss of his long, silky hair and devilish red eyes. Oh well, it was only temporary. "Alright, let's go."
"Th-that was amazing!" Souta stumbled out behind them, still in awe. "Can you change into anyone?"
"Yes," the repetitive answer rang one again.
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