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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)	By : Crystal_Tsukino Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and it's characters does not belong to me, only the OCs that will appear in the story are mine, yet I have no personal interest of profit with it. It's free entertainment from a fan to fans.

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Warning: this chapter have descriptions that might feel unsettling for some readers, nothing sexual but it can be considered a bit disturbing or even bizarre, so please prepare your hearts.
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No matter how shattered Annabelle felt, she found some strength inside to keep the weather and the winds on the necessary course so the voyage could proceed peacefully, and also to shorten it's duration. Although the lass still cried for her mourn sometimes in the day, she was leaving the bed more often and even usually walked outside the cabin to enjoy the morning sun's warmth and the ocean's view. Her handmaid never stepped out their room though, she said it was better this way. Since the yokai was so kind to her, Annabelle didn't fill her with bothersome inquiries.
Still, time felt like passing slowly on the ginger woman's point of view till it came the long awaited day. The luxurious caravel docked on the shores of Edinburgh, at Leith port. A wooden boat was ready for Anna and Kiseki to go down together, another two were carrying the two ladies' belongings. That was when the yokai finally went out the cabin, with a long, dark-purple shroud covering her forms. So, the two friends were guided by a sailor to the boat and the man took them to shallow waters on the coast.
As soon as they stepped on sand, the demoness felt startled while beholding the beach's extent, surrounded by high houses all gathered side by side, seemingly built in heavy materials, like rocks, unlike anything she has ever seen or heard about. Countless people were transiting by the port, bumping on one another in a rush. The stinky scent of fish from the fair made her head ache.
"The journey isn't over yet." Annabelle spoke.
The sailor who has accompanied them from the ship also took the women to a chariot very different from the one the lass has been with Kagura in Japan. There were three vehicles, one to the travellers, the others for the things they brought from the Orient. The coachmen were in their places, just waiting orders.
"Where are we going from here?" Kiseki asked while covering her own nose.
"To the Highlands." She closed her eyes for some instants, immersed into nostalgia.
At last they got into the carriage and the journey by land had it's start. In mainland, after following a trail, they contoured the big wall around the city, over the piled rocks it was possible to see the top of the building's towers.
"I never thought I would see so many humans with clear hair and eyes, wearing such exotic garments..." The yokai pointed, dazzled with the pictures her red eyes were capturing.
"You see, I am not as special as I looked like." Anna rested her face over one hand, watching the view gradually changing beyond the window. As the carriage was moving away from the urban center, the beautiful flora of Scotland marked it's presence. So many hills, mounts, unique trees and plants, big rocks spread around as a thin late afternoon drizzle fell gently upon it all.
"Oh, but you are." Kiseki said spontaneously. "To Naraku, you surely are." She rectified.
"I was..." Annabelle corrected.
In silence, the yokai was attentive to the tired, sad ginger lass' features along the trip. She also couldn't restrain a throbbing feeling inside, which overflowed from her scarlet eyes. Hours went by and the two females just traded another word when the chariot was already moving upon high mountains.
"Our home..." Annabelle put her head out the window, seeing a few houses and a lot of green woods. "Follow ahead!" She asked to the coachman.
The vehicle went higher, crossing slippery trails, greenish mud covered trunks and rocks. From the other window, Kiseki was admiring the night falling upon that forest that looked mystical. There was no yokai in there certainly, still she could feel a distinct aura from another kind of presence. The demoness stared at Annabelle and bewildered the way she was shining, covered by white light.
"What is happening?" The black-haired beauty asked apprehensively.
"We're almost there." Into her sadness, a discreet smile was shown. Then Anna asked the man out ahead to stop. They went down the chariot and contemplated an open field beyond the trail of trees, on the hill's top. There was no house close by.
"Is it here where you want to build a home?" The demoness asked, full of suspicion. "Is this place safe?"
"The more distant from the villages, the safer." Annabelle walked ahead. Meanwhile the men who has been accompanying them brought their belongings from the chariots, when the three fellows followed journey though, the vehicles disappeared within a clear mist as they took distance, no one in the trio seemed to notice.
"And what is this place, after all?" Kiseki wondered, watching the curious phenomenon.
"It's the fairies' wood". The lass revealed, a smile lightly colored her so languid complexion. "We'll build our home here, what do you think?"
"It looks peaceful..." She sounded reticent as running the red slim eyes all over the land.
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After days of hard work, both women managed to erect a hut made of stones, with a thatched roof and wooden windows. Kiseki didn't allow Annabelle to do something beyond giving orders though, due to the woman's condition. Therefore, Naraku's "twin" picked every rock, straw, then cut the wood, carried it all and built the humble house with only one chamber. There was a fireplace to warm them during the hard winter, as a large bed covered by the baboon pelt. The lasses no longer felt embarrassed by the proximity, and they never mentioned the kiss they shared once. Annabelle was certain they would live as good friends and such idea comforted her, both would raise that child with all the love they had to give, and she would finally follow the course her father wished to. Anna would become a farmer, she would live of the wanders the earth had to offer - with some help of her gifts from birth, of course - she would make a plantation grow nearby.
Five months passed then. Kiseki was returning from the forest, bringing a wild stag hanging on her back to the supper when she found Anna analyzing her own belly while stroking it.
"So much time has already passed... and it didn't grow a bit!" Annabelle gasped. "Is everything alright? The pulsation doesn't feel so intense anymore..." She was sweating of nervousness. "And I feel more and more tired, as if my strengths are being drained from me."
The arachnid came closer quietly and touched the woman's belly.
"Don't worry, it's stable." She stared at the lass. "It will not take too long from now."
"How so? It's not even close to complete the time!" Anna rested a hand on her own forehead.
"Keep sharing your light with it, and soon this little seed will be ready to flourish." The yokai held a lock of flaming hair cascading over the White Rose's breast and brushed the strands with her fingers.
Kiseki was right about the prompt, on the next morning Annabelle woke with an incommodious sensation of twinges in her abdomen, making her shout in pain.
"What is it?!" The lass exclaimed, seeking for support on the bed, pressing the white fur which sheltered her in her slumber. The weather was cold, and still she was sweating so much that her skin looked shiny and the clear chemise stuck on her forms.
"Take a deep breath!" Kiseki, once close to the window, sat at the edge of the mattress. She moved Annabelle's legs to the sides, spreading them, then grabbed her knees.
"It's too soon!" The lass yelled with eyes half closed. Teeth were gritting in agony.
"Bite this cloth!" The yokai caught a wool blanked and gave it to Anna. The lass obediently bit hard that checkered fabric and grunted. "Listen, I will have to do something very discomforting to you, but I ask you to trust me now." Her voice sounded strong, yet shaking. The highlander couldn't see her friend's features for the shirt over her own widened legs covered her vision.
Kiseki pulled Anna's gown up to her ribs. The lass, then, felt a hand opening her outer big lips to the point of almost ripping them. It felt like burning. Those fingers got inside her channel then, and slowly seemed to swift shapes, turning into a tentacle which felt like being molded to fit the woman's interior, so it wouldn't cause unnecessary pain. Soon, that slippery appendage reached the casing protecting Naraku's seed and gradually pulled it off. What the lass felt coming out from her depths dismayed her deeply. It didn't seem to have legs or arms, the thing came molding itself due the size of the passage and when it finally exited not a sound was emitted.
Kiseki pulled the tartan from Annabelle's hands and hastily covered the small being, hiding it down.
"Why isn't it crying?!" Panting, facing the wall, the lass questioned.
"Don't look..." Visibly weakened, the yokai answered while cradling that little thing in her arms.
"Give it to me, Kiseki!" Anna demanded, raising one arm, stretching her fingers on the demoness' direction. She heard a noise, something has fallen on the wooden floor. Although feeble, Belle sat and when she turned, her tired gaze locked with her unconscious friend laying upon the floor, and the "package" has rolled a little further. "Kiseki!" The woman shouted and shook the other, receiving no reaction in response. Her eyes lifted then, stuck on the rumpled cloth evolving her baby. There was no crying, neither a single sound of breathing.
Tremulous, Annabelle crawled to the tiny creature. She squeezed the blanket, shut her eyelids and pulled it at once. When finally opening the turquoises, the lass faced a purplish piece of inanimate flesh, it's shade was similar to the fainted Kiseki's kimono. Anna recalled Jinenji mother's words about the risks of giving life to a demon's descendant and a scream got stuck inside her throat.
There wasn't enough time to that little project of life form, and in the case such evolution has occurred, who could tell what it should has become?
However, so many hopes she has attached herself to, in that lilac mass the lass invested all her dreams about the future. It was everything she had. Everything!
Anna took it carefully between her fingers, the thing was just a bit bigger than her two hands together. It was flaccid, almost slipping while spreading over the palms. Did she feel disgust though? Anything but that.
The lass brought it to her chest, closed the eyes and began a prayer. Whiteness surrounded the tiny meat like a veil and warmed it. She caressed the little piece of matter and rubbed her cheeks against it's softness. In a soft swinging, Anna embraced it and cried for such brief existence the same painful tears she shed for Naraku.
Ignoring the amount of time she has spent using magic to reanimate it, it came a moment that the amount of flesh resumed to pulse. It continued without developing limbs, yet it was alive even so.
Kiseki subtly opened her eyes and sat. Her sight locked on the scene of a weak mother, fallen unconscious on the ground, embracing that deformed life.
"I knew you would succeed..." The demoness laid Annabelle on the bed, then cautiously got the little creature to not wake it's maker. Be patient. She secretly asked, standing up to sneakily leave the cabin, carrying the violaceous bulk into her hands.
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Coppery eyelashes slowly deinterlaced till the blurred eyes noticed the faint luminosity of sunrise entering the window. It didn't take long to Annabelle remember the last day's event and abruptly raise from the bed. Her legs, still weak, stumbled and her feet pulled her back so her fragile constitution fell sitting on the mattress.
The lass looked at each corner of that chamber and saw no sign of her companion, nor of her fetus.
"Kiseki!" the cracking voice echoed, screaming the yokai's name, and persisted: "Kiseki!" Entangled into the baboon pelt, Belle bumped on the walls till reaching the door. Outside there was the field, the cold white morning fog kissing the grass and nothing more. "Kiseki!" The lass raised the tone, even if it was so laborious to do so, and she ran clumsily through the valley, screaming the name in despair. She searched between the trees and the stones, at last she came down the swamp, slipping over the mud, her throat was already aching of screaming so much, calling for: "Kiseki!"
There was the demoness, standing on the top of a large rock, with ruby eyes lost ahead the horizon. When hearing Annabelle's voice, the yokai turned her face and calmly stared at the woman. Kiseki was smiling, looking incoherently satisfied.
"I have fulfilled my role..." The demoness revealed as her feet turned into white pearl moths which flew all around. Soon, her whole body went through the same process.
"No, please no!" Belle struggle to run to her, yet when the ginger lass reached the spot, Kiseki was no more. There were only flying bugs which, seemingly compassionate with the feeling of loss, formed a circle around the woman before dispersing themselves around the swamp's mud.
Annabelle sunk her fingers in the soft earth, pulling many strands of grass, darkening her fingers with moss. Every beloved's death that stained her life ran like beams into her mind, each one of them provoking waves of pain within her heart. There was no trace of her unformed child, Kiseki has buried it somewhere before leaving, and now she was all alone. Her agony was so big that the lass could barely breathe. She screamed, although being already hoarse. Leaves from the trees around fell like greenish teardrops. The mist, the cold, the silent birds were accomplices of that lonely funereal.
She fell, laying as a shrinking fetus and closed her soaked eyes, defeated.
O Goddess, please, take me in your arms. She implored, embracing herself. There is nothing left to me in this world. Without family, without friends, without someone to love, what was the point of returning home?
You will not die, do you hear me?! Then, the remembrance of Naraku's deep voice on the day he saved her from drowning reverberated into her consciousness. You will not die. I forbid it, stupid human! And she widened the twinkling sky-blue eyes.
The hanyo contradicted his own vile nature in the name of the love he felt for her. He has given up the chance of having her by his side so the fairies' descendant could survive, and he has been so attentive to her necessities to the point of planning the lass' return to Scotland. He has sacrificed himself for her, so what right Annabelle had to give up everything and waste all his efforts away?
For you... Slowly, she clasped hands on the ground and threw her body above. In memory of you... The woman walked heavily, stumbling back to the hut. I will survive.
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Two years and a plenty of months passed as slow as decades, for her routine was always the same. At that time, Annabelle's plantation has grown so much that she decided to make business with the countrymen who lived in the nearest villages. Once in a month, she travelled from the mountain to the town and sell a part of her harvest, along with some dresses she used to sew in her free time.
Anna chose to have a simple life, she sold her every fancy garment and began to wear humble dresses, typical of the peasant women in the region. She wore leather boots, already worn of often circulating on rocky terrains. Her orange locks were arranged in a low, large braid while her head was covered by a white cloth, so she could plow the land without dirtying the coppery curls. Anna didn't get evolved with anyone, the scars from her past didn't allow her to do so, maybe it would take a long time to her heart open again. All she would do was to treat the villagers politely and then go back home.
When arriving in her place, the lass used to visit the swamp regularly. Since she had no idea where Kiseki has buried the baby, Anna just made every tree around flourish, she blessed the soil with her energy. With some effort, the lass was aware she could find the child remains indeed. But what for? How that tiny piece of flesh could live, unable to move, to talk, only pulsing weakly to show it was alive? No, it's place was really underground. Then Anna just honored her fetus the same way she did with Keiko during the little time she lived in Japanese shores.
In the afternoon, the lass distracted herself working in the land, and at night she liked to sew. The golden harp stood in the corner of the hut just for contemplation. Annabelle never played it again, nor sang any songs.
The monotone grooves, however, suffered a little alteration when in an ordinary afternoon the lass was digging to plant potatoes, but a strange sensation made her stiff and suddenly squeeze the wooden shovel's handle.
What is this? Frozen, she lost the air. An obscure energy was discretely emanating, the ground under her feet almost shook. It seemed to come from the moor.
Holding the tool in two hands, she fearfully walked towards that place, wandering who should have the courage to invade and profane the grave of a being she held so dear. Would it be a witch, a banshee, or even a fairy? Anna would find out soon enough.
Bending down, she descended the hill almost embracing that shovel, fearing the possibility of having to use it to crush someone's head, even knowing common people could not be in there. However, down there was nothing but mud bubbling ahead.
Sitting, she slid down the mound, then leaned over rocks till get to a large oak tree and hide behind it's trunk.
Weird noises came from the gurgling slurry, as if it was boiling. Sideways, the woman peaked the happening. A creature emerged, still molding itself, it looked like a man. The hair slowly grew, soaked by moss, the whole body was covered in dark brown, oiled in clay. Arm to arm, leg to leg, finger to finger, all were sculpted and moved, snapping joints. At last completed, those shapes looked pretty familiar to Annabelle's eyes, and for this very reason she ended up leaving the tree, still grabbing the shovel which was trembling in her hands, the lass dragged her feet closer to the stranger.
The man turned his face to her, and the color of his eyes, every single trace of his complexion were far acquainted.
"Naraku..." The mouth moved trying to spell the name, not a sound came off though. The shovel slipped from her fingers, falling upon the humid soil, then Annabelle's body just reached the ground, melting over the moss.
Dripping dark argil, the being recently molded came near to the White Rose. He stared at her deeply and took the fainted lass into his warms, staining her with the sticking liquid.
The scintillating rubies gazed at the trail that would lead to the cabin.
In calm steps, he carried her home.
To be continued...
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