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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.

Chapter List
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Oh well, here we are...
I already read, re-read, rewrote parts and even added some scenes that I didn't put in the original fanfic I wrote in my native language, still I feel it could have been so much better! Maybe I'm just feeling the void of a finished work. There is always something more I would wish to write about, scenes I thought of writing only after a chapter has already been posted, but the fic is long enough, 104 chapters, for god's sake LOL!
So I hope you'll enjoy how it ends, see you again in the notes below.
Have a nice reading!
XXX
"Oh, you're ruder than usual today, you know? Go take care of the cash register a bit, you tart. Go, go!" The manager lost all her patience and sent Ailyn to do the task she disliked the most.
Damnit, I hate doing math! She went behind the counter, grumpier than before. In that establishment, the attendant who was responsible for the cash register also had to serve whoever sat at the bar. That was one of the fewer Lolita places which served alcoholic drinks.
"The amnesiac wench is screwed." One of the waiters buzzed to another while laughing.
The foreigner pretended not to hear and assumed the cash matters. After a few hours, her annoying boss left the restaurant to solve any sort of problem and the atmosphere in there felt a bit lighter.
"Hey, I can take your place on the cash register if you want, then you just have to attend the clients on the counter, ok?" A coworker murmured to her.
"I thank you immensely, Umiko!" Ailyn sighed in relief. They could do such agreement because in the middle of the afternoon the restaurant hasn't many clients, so it wasn't needed a lot of waitresses walking around, going to the tables.
The glass door wasn't frequently opened at that hour, so the bird's chirping record almost didn't sound. Even that detail used to enrage Ailyn. A stupid movement sensor like that, what for? At night, there was a feast of "chirp chirp" over here and there, everytime a person crossed that bloody door, causing the blonde moody lass a collection of migraines. Since the "accident" she couldn't remember suffering, any insistent noise made Ailyn feel sudden headaches.
How boring! Hitting fingers on the greenish glassy surface upon the wooden balcony, supporting her face on the other hand, the foreigner snorted. Time felt like frozen on the hands of the cuckoo clock.
Suddenly, from the outside, a loud motorcycle's noise reverberated.
Shit! Ailyn covered the ears and shut her eyes. There is always a jerk wanting to show off. To fulfill the annoying cycle, the bird's sensor chirped, followed by the door blowing at the wall so hard that it's glass almost shattered.
"What is this guy doing in here?" Began the buzzing.
The waitresses moved away as a man walked inside the establishment, hitting his black boots against the wooden floor.
"It must be one of those delinquents who gathers in gangs." One waitress murmured.
"What if he's from Yakuza?!" Commented another one.
Strangely excited, the Red Rose slowly opened her eyes and then beheld something that made her heart flutter for an instant, her cheeks got paler right away.
The fellow whose her coworkers were mentioning was coming to the bar. He wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans pants full of rags, held by a belt adorned by silver spikes. Covering his hands there were motorcyclist's gloves, and a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses kept his eyes shadowed. Still so, all the stranger's features looked far too familiar to Ailyn. His obsidian straight hair fell upon his shoulders, thick black eyebrows were challengingly raised. The bastard had such a bright smile gleaming on his face, just as the mysterious warrior she used to dream of.
If the lass felt already disturbed with the certainty he was unblinkingly staring at her, when the man in his early twenties' sat at the counter and pulled up the glasses, there was no doubt left inside of her.
What is this sorcery?! With widened eyes, Ailyn opened her mouth and yet couldn't produce any sound. Even the cobalt shade of his globes was the same, except for the absence of a long braid falling upon his back, and a purple four-pointed star tattooed on his forehead, the guy was the very same man.
"A double Scott." He clasped one hand over the balcony, showing a galant sided smirk.
Frozen in place she was, frozen she remained, without taking her eyes from his, like she could eat him alive. The malicious fellow giggled, then leaned over the counter and whispered:
"Yo, pretty, we can talk outside later if you want, but now could you serve me a double Scott?"
Shivered from head to toes, in one jump Ailyn reached the bottle on the shelves behind, taking it so clumsily that she struggled to not let it slip through her fingers. Then, tremulous, the lass filled the glass, almost making the orange liquid overflow, and finally she pulled it to the client.
Chuckling, the tanned handsome fellow took the glasses off his head, threw the fringe behind and drank the shot at once, constantly staring at the woman, in the same way she was looking at him.
"It's funny..." He mentioned while cleaning his lips with the back of his hand. "I have a feeling that I've seen you before, somewhere around." Cobalt eyes narrowed and the charming smile enlarged as the man studied the foreigner from up to down.
"I can tell the same." She bended dangerously upon the counter, leaning ahead, teasingly smirking. More and more, the fire within her core was closer to spread.
The other waitresses began to gossip about them, and the troublemaker motorcyclist, acknowledging the scenery, arched an eyebrow and laughed spontaneously.
"Could you give me another one?" He raised the empty glass while purring the request.
Ailyn complied within a second, unlikely she used to do if attending any other client. To that man though, the lass would behave like the employee of the month.
"Hey..." after swallowing that shot in a sip, as soon as the blonde beauty took his glass, the guy's hand rubbed on hers. Boldly, the motorcyclist questioned: "What time will you go out this place?"
"At eight in the evening." Ailyn answered fast, not a bit intimidated by the discreet shock she felt around her little finger, contoured by a scar.
"Meet me out there?" He slid the thumb on her palm, then electricity has been shared between both this time.
"Deal." The lass responded without a second thought.
"Great." Smiling, he took his glasses back, rose up, went to the cash register to pay his bill, and when he was already at the door, to the sound of recorded chirping birds, the handsome familiar stranger winked before leaving.
"Have you gone mad?!" Umiko immediately pulled her by the arm and murmured at her ear: "That guy is totally a red flag!"
"Oh, he surely is!" Ailyn smirked maliciously, filled by expectations. She had no idea what could be the meaning of a man, looking right the same of the one in her dreams, appearing so randomly in her work, right before her eyes. Still so, one certainty the lass had: tonight she would have lots of fun! When the city lights turned off, her eyes would be wide open yet, engraving every single moment, saving those new memories with care, because although she was grateful and rejoiced every day living with Higurashi family, Ailyn had a hunch that the starting point of her tale was happening now. Somehow, she knew the void left by her amnesia would be fulfilled in time. Happiness was just one step ahead.
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Leaning on the windowsill, Annabelle was attentive to the sky which was gradually changing colors from light blue to shades of pink and orange. She has spent every afternoon's minute immersing herself into reflections and memoirs, reliving sorrows, joys and longings, the hands supporting her chin were sweating.
Annabelle took a deep breath, closing her tired eyes for a bit. As soon as the turquoises reopened, she left the wooden frame and hastily stepped to the door. Meanwhile, the sun has began to fade behind the hilltop.
Naraku, down the ravine, sitting on a mossy large rock, was beholding an abandoned house. The walls remained strong, although covered by weeds. The roof, on the other hand, seemed to have succumbed long ago. A tree has grown inside the building and it's top fulfilled the role of protecting inside when seasons of snow and rain would come.
He opened and closed his hands, bewildering the numbness on their fingertips, caused by the cold. A proof that his body wasn't as resistant as before. If someone cut him with a knife, would he bleed? – The hanyo wondered. In old times, having the knowledge he was almost an ordinary man would bring him despair, however, in such cold late afternoon, Naraku was feeling dominated by a reliever sensation.
In the end, you have made the humanity win within me. He sighed and stood up, squeezing the blanket over his body. The ruby pools wandered from the ground to the top of the mountainous region surrounding him. The great golden circle was almost completely hidden behind the fog. The temperature dropped so much that when he breathed, vapor escaped from his nostrils and mouth.
His chest felt even more compressed, it was suffocating. The hour was near and Annabelle gave no sign of coming. A little white moon gleamed above the last aurum line of the daily star, with the sparkling nocturnal satellite, came the shining, blinking dots adorning the vast firmament.
What have I done? The lonely half-breed scolded himself, a part of him yearning to yield to his desires and convince her to be with him at any costs, and the other piece of himself – a sense of consciousness Naraku thought never to be able to raise – punished him, reducing the hanyo to the size of an insect for simply mentioning to cheat this way.
He walked ahead, struggling against his very self, convincing to resign, to accept that his departure would be for the best for both, then his still sensitive ears subtly captioned the sound of strong, rushed steps along with a panting breath moving close. Could it be a hallucination, the personification of his dream? Naraku wondered, still he collected courage enough to slowly turn his body, until finding to be in front of the woman who was resting hands over her own knees, bending the body ahead.
His lips parted and eyes widened, the fingers loosened the grip on the tartan cloak, almost letting it fly away. Annabelle was there, pale and anguished, certain that she had arrived too late and would find him no more.
The hanyo mumbled anything unintelligible that she gave not much of an importance. Anna prompted her body, insanely running into his direction. As soon as she's been close enough, the woman jumped into his arms so fervently that her weight almost brought Naraku down. Her arms wrapped around the arachnid's nape, vanishing under the vast locks of flowing hair. Her cheek pressed against his, her nose then sunk onto the milky neck, getting intoxicated by that scent so well acquainted which she missed so much.
Naraku clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes tight while holding her firmly, pressing the delicate body against his own.
She truly loves me!
He felt frozen, incandescent, mad and sane, everything at the same time. Without noticing, his soul was washing his eyes. This time, he really cried. Thin, silent tears went down from his rubies as little drops of rain.
"Don't you dare leaving me again. Nevermore, do you understand?" She moved her face away from his to look him in the eyes, then got surprised seeing him cascade. Moved, Anna slid her fingers on his wet eyelids and wiped the watery lashes as she said, half tenderly, half demandingly: "No matter what happens, or what we'll have to go through. There will be days when we'll be content, and there will be days when we'll want to pick up a fight, even so, never leave my side, never leave me alone again!" She united their foreheads while both were gasping together.
"Are you sure?" He stroked her head, entwining his fingers on coppery curled strands.
People say that when you feed a lie for too long, it ends up turning into your truth. He once took the form of the man she loved, then used a jewel shard to induce her darkest desires to emerge and take control of her mind and body, when could she have possibly developed real feelings towards him in such twisted scenery? And how could she know they weren't false, planted into her head by himself? Naraku still felt so tormented and lost...
"Life is inconstant, Naraku. We will never have all the answers in our hands." Annabelle smoothed the blanket covering his forms. "You asked me to wait till the sunset to give you a proper answer, very well, I've complied, so now you listen up." Her index fingertip slid lightly upon his nose, his scarlet pools widened a little, and that was all, Naraku remained silent, just waiting for her words.
"I am sure that I don't want to be away from you anymore, and that wish comes from within me, there's nothing to do with any jewel shard." Her voice didn't wave, nor did her gaze, and she continued so: "I feel, deep into my soul, that even if I knew it was your heart inside my womb, I would have carried it just the same, I would have done everything I could to keep it safe, as I did in the past for you." The lass moved some curly locks which fell upon his chest to the side and slid her fingertips on the dark blue lines adorning the pine green tartan.
"Every time I've put myself in risk to grant your life would be saved, or when I chose to do something that I knew would possibly harm other people I cared about but would be of help to you, I believe I already loved you and just struggled not to see what was so clear, right in front of my face. You came first since then, Naraku, and you still come now." She felt his muscles hardening under the shroud, and his breath blown sharpened.
"I know who you are and what you did, and even so I want to try, to make things work, because I also know who you can be, you've already shown that secret side of you to me, I know you care for me as much as I care for you, and I know how much I missed you, how I felt like the world and all it's wonders didn't seem to worth a thing without your presence near me." She gasped, lowering her gaze for a while, trying to refrain her emotions so her words wouldn't crack or twirl on her nervous tongue.
A sound of saliva going down painfully came from Naraku as his jaw clenched for an instant, the drumming pounds inside his chest felt hot and heavy, making him feel like his every inner pillars were vibrating hard, almost shattering and crumbling, not for suffering though, but because of hearing things he never hoped for, not even in the rare occasions when he slept and dreamed of her, not once in his fantasies her mouth opened to reveal such a confession. Dealing with demonstrations of affection still dazed, numbed his senses, for he haven't learned how to be loved, but oh, how he wished to be even so! So he stood waiting for the rest of her speech, for whatever would come next to fill his spirit with that strange, so desired and fearful warmness.
After clearing her throat, Anna went on speaking, resuming to look him in the eyes: "I lost enough time questioning my feelings and blaming myself for them, and after these painful years thinking I would never see you again, now that you're here I just don't care if it's right or if it's wrong being with you, loving you, for you are everything I wish for and I won't give you up." Finally her breath cracked, witnessing how his semblance looked vulnerable, without a mask of mockery or indifference concealing his feelings. "No, Naraku, never again I'll let you go." Her pinkish lips formed a tiny smile, her hands reached his pallid, cool cheeks and caressed the soft skin. She shivered with the touch, the proximity, yet processing the fact that he was indeed there, alive and well. Then, she said: "I waited till sunset just because you asked, but I could've told you that all much earlier. You asked me if I would be able to trust you, I say I want to, and I believe I will. We may have our scars from the past, as most people have too and fight against their inner ghosts everyday, those shadows are part of who we are today, so let's embrace them as we embrace ourselves. Let's learn how to heal together, and if it's not totally possible, let's us deal with any reminiscent pain together. I can't say how we'll manage it, yet I can tell you one thing," the fingers once brushing upon his face went down the sides of his neck, tips rubbed over his shoulders' tensed muscles. "I'd rather regret doing what I wanted than having done nothing at all." Her hands then fell over his anxious chest, so Anna opened the gap of that checkered shroud covering the arachnid's gorgeous shapes and entered it, embracing him under the cloth, her fingers ran upon the spider scar on his back while her ear rested upon his chest and she found joy listening to the fastened beats inside.
I'd rather regret doing what I wanted than living in frustration for not having the courage to do so. Those have been her words when Annabelle gave herself to him for the first time, believing to be delivering her virginity to Kagewaki. Now, similar speech was uttered so passionately to no one other than himself. At last, Naraku concluded that Annabelle was still the free spirit he has adored for all those years. Despite all misfortunes she had endured, Annabelle was not broken, some of her petals may have fallen, yet new grew to replace the withered ones, so the rose never stopped blooming. Seasons changed it's shapes, may have added new thorns on it's stalk, yet the ivory flower thrived nonetheless. He smiled, accepting what she was offering him. In fact, it was far more than he could have ever expected.
As the last thread of resistance broke, the hanyo decided to face his fears. After recovering the breath, he gently cupped her face again, and staring at those blue eyes deeply, he sealed their yearning mouths in an urgent kiss which warmed their flesh and souls. While the pair of tongues slid over one another, they bit, nibbled, sucked each other's lips, recalling tastes and sensations hungrily, Naraku raised Annabelle and swirled, squeezing her waist between his muscular arms.
At nightfall, a silent promise was made. They would help each other in the journey of life, they would cherish every lesson learned together. All decisions would be made by the two of them. Until time takes her away, Naraku would be there to rejoice every moment. To live was what mattered the most, for as long as it lasted. Conceptions of true and fake love, they left it all behind. What was in the heart may not answer every existential questions, but it told everything they needed to know. Annabelle and Naraku accepted who they were, she knew the hanyo's limits and also foreseen his potential, for once the light sneaked into the spider's lair and the beast acknowledged it's warmth, he learned that darkness has never been a choice, but the only thing he has known until then.
Annabelle was aware that a sort of chaos would always be lurking inside of his depths, yet so would be the seed of goodness that she helped him planting. And Naraku, on his turn, didn't reject this bright side of his, nor considered it a weakness any longer. He has experienced unmeasurable powers, almost turning into an indestructible being, and nothing of this felt meaningful in the end. He had amused himself with his enemies' sorrows, however this fun proved to be just fleeting, empty. Meaningless again. Life is inconstant, Annabelle was right, but life also is possibility, and thanks to her, he was alive, ready to explore and discover everything on his reach.
Their one fateful truth was but one: they just longed to be together.
"That house," when finishing the kiss, the Scottish lass looked at the ruin ahead and mentioned it, "there has been my home in the first years of my life, when my mother was still alive. It used to be a little farm, but the woods now engulfed everywhere around."
Surprised, Naraku didn't know exactly what to say. Finally he contemplated a scenery from stories once listened, a discomforting feeling came up his throat and tightened his heart behind his ribs.
Sympathy.
A hand held his, beginning to pull the hanyo to the opposite direction.
"Come, we have another home now." Guiding him, Anna kept walking ahead, then suddenly she stopped and took a deep breath. "First, I need to tell you something." She turned around. "Since you have been sincere with me, there is a thing I haven't told you or anyone else, and it's related to my origins."
Although still absorbed by the latest events, Naraku gathered efforts to pay attention on anything would come out her lips next.
"You have mentioned the brevity of my lifetime, but I'm not like the other humans. In my blood runs the fairies' magic." She smiled. As the night grew darker, the clear light around her shone brighter. "And here is the land of them all." Annabelle looked around, gazing at the extent of land surrounding them.
"What does that mean?" He whispered. Was it an illusion, or were the trees nearby the hut, above the hill, twinkling in various colors, and behind the ginger beauty's back, did translucent crystal butterfly wings appeared briefly, in a blink of an eye?
"That, after coming of age, I can choose to live as an ordinary person, or like the mythical beings that had gifted me with this power." As the highlander explained, the moon pendant hanging around her neck glowed, looking like to contain a sparkling rainbow into it's glassy shapes. Then, still holding his hand, she resumed to walk, taking him along. After going up the ravine, when coming near to the humble cottage, they crossed a transparent barrier, Naraku barely noticed it's presence.
"Before myself, all women of my family got involved with earthly men, my great-grandmother and grandmother have let themselves be taken by the common world's running time. A characteristic of this gift is our capacity of choosing. When I was very little, my mother revealed this secret just to me, because she knew I was the one who has inherited the power, and that is one of the rare memories of her that I keep with so many details..." The woman softly smiled, feeling nostalgic. "Even when I first decided to come back to Scotland, I have never planned to embrace the magic in my blood completely, until I believed to be pregnant and that I needed to protect that little being inside of me, which I was aware it wasn't human..." Before her last sayings could fade the gleam into his ruby eyes, Anna moved on: "I came here to start over, and even after everything that happened, I kept this motivation, like I could feel that something was yet to come, and I was right. Our place is here." After the statement, she stopped and brushed her fingertips upon his cheek delicately, warming the coldness on his pale, dumbfounded complexion. Seeing the hanyo relax a bit, the half-fairy resumed to walk ahead, bringing him together by holding his hand.
"So you truly are like a yokai in the end..." Smiling, the spider squeezed the fingers covering his. "Though your energy is different, almost like a miko's."
They ceased steps in front of the tiny stone house, into that forest that Naraku was right when considering there was something mystical hovering around.
"Only here, in the Highlands, within these woods, perhaps I am like a hanyo." Anna calmly spoke.
Not even time itself would be an obstacle. His last consternation finally fell down, so Naraku didn't get offended by Annabelle revealing something so crucial only that late instant, because relief took over every inch of matter and plasm which composed his constitution. He followed her into the cabin, hearing her excitedly saying:
"Let's rest, tomorrow early in the morning I'll take you to an unforgettable tour in the nearest town, there are so many things that I want to show you!" She couldn't conceal her excitement while talking and removing her boots, even forgetting he didn't have clothes yet to go out and walk between common people. "You will see how the world can be a beautiful and peaceful place, Naraku." Anna went to the fireplace, bended down and tossed some wood inside, increasing the fire. Then, all of sudden, strong arms embraced her firmly from behind, pulling her body up again, pressing her back against his chest.
"Before anything, I want to see you the most, Annabelle Rose." He whispered huskily, wet lips dragged over her ear. "I want to take you..." His fingers slid upon her arms, then started to untie the ribbons in front of her dress, doing the same with her corset next. "And this time, I shall provide you a real child." As he vowed, Naraku left a soaked kiss upon her neck, stealing the woman's remaining air and sanity. For three years she desperately longed for his presence, for his touch. Such seductive deep tone and feathering caresses triggered her immediately.
The blanket fell like a curtain, unraveling Naraku's naked body in synchrony with the steps he was taking, conducting the White Rose to the bed next to the wall. Her last pieces of clothes were relentlessly tossed on the floor. It felt like a dream to feel him so close, to squeeze his firm skin and sense the funny texture provoked by chills of cold, something she had never seen Naraku going through before. Indeed he was closer to be human than a demon, although a thin purple line of youki still contoured his forms as their touches and kisses grew wilder.
Gasps, moans and groans echoed through the small chamber, they rolled on the bed, tracing paths with tongues and fingertips along every shape they never ever forgot, igniting irresistible sparks in their most intimate parts. Annabelle discovered Naraku could sweat as well, as their bodies intertwined, with his stem sheathing deep into her core voluptuously, roughly, satiating an uncontrollable thirst, salty drops poured from his marble, perfect skin and from raven locks of hair contouring them as a nocturnal veil. Crimson eyes narrowed, but never blinked, pierced on twinkling tender turquoises, seeing through the blueness a blinding devotion not only to lust but to that feeling he has repulsed once. One "I love you so much" slipped between her moans of ecstasy, along with his name being so deliciously shouted, and Naraku stiffened, then melted, then increased the speed of his thrusts into her soaked, clenching cavern.
The fireplace's flames barely warmed that house comparing to the heat consuming them both. During the darkest hours till the first ray of sun they delivered themselves in the name of every day they had been parted, losing count of how many times they reached the peak, fighting against the tiredness to enjoy just a bit longer of it, overcoming every single misfortune they endured, like them all have been a dreadful nightmare which the couple managed to escape from. If she was his heart, he was her home, for no matter where Annabelle was, the place just felt right if Naraku was by her side. That cabin never felt so cozy, the bed never felt so warm like in those passionate hours.
No pride, no resentments, no reminiscent bond with the shadowy past, only attached to the hope of sharing better days, they slept after Annabelle played the harp, left aside for so long. Then they laid together again, and the hanyo's soothed heart sounded like a lullaby to the ear resting over his chest.
So, this is how happiness feels like. Naraku smiled while sleeping as tranquil as a child. From there on, he would know the other side of life, the opposite of the abyssal darkness and chaos which have been his only reference most part of his existence. The spider left the gloomy lair to explore the garden. Of course he still had to learn a lot about dignity, solidarity and collectivity. And who among us doesn't have to? Life is possibility, and a neverending learning.
At last, he was but a man and she a woman, whose soon enough would have the first couple of children, so they would need to work on building a bigger house.
The end?
To them, a new beginning.
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So this is it, my dear readers. It pains me, but also makes me feel glad to say we have reached the end of Web of Lies.
It has been a very long, sometimes lonely road, but I have enjoyed every moment of it even so. I used some virtual dictionaries to help me with a few words I couldn't remember, to improve my vocabulary, but I haven't made use of A.I to translate paragraphs or whole chapters, so forgive me for the eventual misspellings, silly mistakes I may have let go through when publishing. Still, hope you all have enjoyed the development of the characters and how it ended to them.
When I was writing this fic in Brazilian Portuguese, I had two possible endings already in my mind, the first was that Annabelle was really pregnant, Naraku would die like he had in the series and she would raise their child alone in her motherland, and the other was this one I have published, which I ended up preferring, for deep in my heart I have always wished to see Naraku having the chance to get a sort of redemption. Kagome delayed to notice something I always theorized about: how lonely and miserable Naraku has always been. So much that his one true wish was simply the love of a woman, but as someone who has born from chaos, his feelings couldn't be nothing less than tainted, obsessive, as hellish as his own essence. Seeing him this way, I don't believe it is too Ooc to make him wanting a simple life after returning from the death and realizing how good it is to feel at peace, and that it is worthy than any struggle he has endured to be powerful, indestructible.
But, of course, everyone has the right to have different opinions and that is the beauty of writing/reading fiction, the diversity, well, I think so at least. So, every comment with impressions, suggestions, guessing, and everything you'd like to share with me will make my day. :D
Anyhow, it's important to make clear that all I said about Naraku are my impressions about a fictional character, I don't support toxic, abusive relationships in real life. Right? Fiction is fiction, reality is reality. This is it. ;)
Oh, almost forgot! When I finished Web of Lies I also thought of writing a short fic about Ailyn and Bankotsu reincarnated in modern age, but sadly I have abandoned the idea and I have no intention of writing it now, for I felt satisfied with how things worked on this last chapter, and I like to let some space for readers to conjecture how their future must have been. So, I hope this ending has been pleasurable for everyone. :3
And one more thing, I believe I've already mentioned it before, but as my memory is not as good as I would like, it costs me nothing to say that this fic is related only with Inuyasha series, when I ended to write this in my native language, there wasn't Hanyo no Yashahime yet, and to be frank I'm not very fond of it as well, so that storyline wasn't considered here. :')
At last, I leave my sincere thanks to all of you who have read, commented, left kudos and followed Web of Lies, and to everyone who may dedicate a bit of time and attention to this fic in the future.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, wish you all the best.
Huge kisses to the dearest readers of mine! S2
Crystal Tsukino.
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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)