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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.
Chapter 12: Reclaiming Control
3:28 AM, that was when he finally got her home and in bed, completely exhausted. He "awoke" from his sexual frenzy only after she had practically passed out from the rough, but oh so delicious treatment. She remembered, even in her flickering haze of unconsciousness, how confused he looked. If she had to guess, it was probably the first time he ever lost control of himself. She just smiled up at him, trying to tell him how she was unscathed, and very satisfied. He replaced his illusion over her clothing as he led her out of the room, not saying a word nor rushing her. Her legs didn't want to work right; she wasn't sure she would ever get used to being taken by him so extensively. Freedom was nearly in sight; she could see the hallway that would lead them back out to the alley, where he could gather her up and fly away. Her legs protested their use with every step.
Her walk was almost done, but it was not to be so simple. Just as she was but a few paces away, a familiar face emerged from a different door. She froze in her tracks, hoping so badly that this person, who just happened to be her math teacher, Mr. Harada, would either not recognize her, or overlook her being somewhere she was obviously not old enough to be. She was not so lucky.
"Higurashi!" she winced as his grating voice reached her ears even over the booming music. Even more disturbing was the woman who exited the room right after him, smoothing out her skirt and walking away as if nothing had just happened. She so didn't want to know.
Snapping to attention, Kagome addressed, "Mr. Harada, I can explain, I-"
"You know better than to-" he went off into a rant, shaking his finger at her, and getting drowned out by the loud music, "-not a place for-" she kept her head down, letting him scold her, hoping he would not use this to punish her at school, "-and also, what-"
Tiring of the portly man causing his mate distress, Naraku asked into her mind, "Who is this human?"
"He's one of my teachers," she responded. "I'm in so much trouble. This is why I didn't want to come in here." Naraku understood, she didn't want to get caught; didn't want to be recognized. The man was still reproaching her; he could fix that. Two swift strides and he grabbed the man's head in one hand and focused his powers before letting the wretch go. The man waddled back off after the female he had just been with, completely having forgotten his run in with one of his students. "What did you do?"
"I erased his memories," just like he had done with Kohaku, but only taking away the last few minutes, rather than years.
Now she lay snuggled in her pink sheets, still coated in Naraku's seed, but too exhausted to even think about getting out of bed to clean up. How many nights did this make now, that she couldn't even stand correctly after he had his fill? She lost count, but this one, she was going to be sore, and so sticky, tomorrow. Sleep took her, slipping into the dark abyss under Naraku's watchful eyes. She was grateful that at least tomorrow was Sunday, she could sleep in.
Naraku let her sleep late; she needed it after he took her so brutally last night. That smile after, it still haunted him. Even after he used her so, she had no distaste for him. Didn't she realize what he could have done to her? How did he lose control to begin with; that had never happened before? He had always been so careful. It wasn't just from being in the club, it was no trap or poison in the air, if it was, he would have felt it sooner. It wasn't until he began dancing with her that he felt hot. What was it? Honestly, he didn't know much about his own instincts, other than how to keep them buried. Absorbing masses of demons kept him numbed to more than just touch. That was another oddity, his senses had been on fire last night, and she hadn't even sensitized him first. Had he reversed it without knowing? This was a problem; he could not allow himself to berserk like that again, it might end up with her injured.
The boy child, his mate's younger brother, was trying to wake her again, complaining about how it was nearly noon and calling her lazy. Naraku kept his barrier up to allow her as much rest as she needed. He remembered vividly, every single thrust, every single change of position and scream he pulled from her. She had been anything but lazy. He needed to stop thinking about it like that; it would only cause a repeat lapse unless he solved this puzzle first.
"Awake finally, Sis?" she looked ragged as she dragged her stiff body to the bathroom. Her half-glare was enough to send him running away, and leave her undisturbed for her bath.
"Are you feeling alright, Dear?" her mother asked as she finally made her way downstairs for supper, freshly clean.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said with food in her mouth. "I was just catching up on sleep. Got to have enough energy for school tomorrow; so much to catch up on."
"What about Naraku?" she addressed to both of them. "What will he do while you are in school?"
"Well, I figured he could come with me," Kagome explained. "We can say he's a friend from out of town wanting to check out the school before enrolling."
"That should be sufficient," her mother agreed, mentally reviewing school policies. They had to be very familiar with them with all of Kagome's absences. "I'll be sure to call the school tomorrow and inform them."
"Thanks Mom," Kagome smiled, grateful her mother was being so understanding about all this.
In trying to unravel the events that led up to losing his grasp on reality the night before, Naraku contemplated returning to the feudal era for answers, but no sooner than the idea presented itself, did he shoot it down. The mere thought of being away from her sent a feeling of great discomfort through his veins, one he had never felt with such intensity prior to the incident. What was happening to him?
"Naraku, are you feeling all right?" Kagome picked up on his altered mood. Not that it was hard to do; his tumultuous aura spoke volumes to her. She moved from her soft bed to come sit on the floor besides him, pressing herself into his side.
He slowly wrapped an arm around her; so unaccustomed to feeling… not vulnerable, for he was never vulnerable, but perhaps, uncertain, disturbed, and his least favorite, confused. "I owe you an apology for last night," he explained where his apprehensions were rooted.
"Apology?" she looked up confused. He rarely apologized, and only after a clear reason towards her alone, but he hadn't done anything wrong. What had him so distraught? "You don't need t-"
His intense eyes, swimming with the trepidations he was fighting with, halted her words, "I lost control; I could have hurt you."
"But you didn't hurt me," she reminded. Quite the opposite, actually. He just looked away; she had no idea what he was capable of. "Maybe it will help to talk it out. What did it feel like?" He wasn't the talkative type, she knew this, but he had opened up to her on numerous occasions. She wanted to help, but couldn't with her current knowledge. She was no demon, she had no bearing how it felt to be one, but she could show him that she would never turn from him. Even if he did lose control again, she would always be there.
"Heated," he said, recalling the sensation. "My body felt hot, which was not normal. My mind clouded, and you were all I could see. I fought it, the urge to take you where we stood. Getting to that room was the last shred of sanity I had left. I would not have stopped if you told me no." This was why he worried; he did not wish to harm her, physically, or emotionally. She rarely declined, hell, she begged for him much of the time, but had she by chance said no, he would have ended up raping her savagely for hours on end. Her hand on his arm told him that she was not upset by this, so he continued. "During our activities, my thoughts kept returning to one thing; I wanted to get you teeming with my child."
She stiffened against him, but then relaxed. They hadn't really talked about having kids yet, other than she wanted to wait until she was at least done with school. She wondered, "Is that what you want, now?"
"I am not impatient," he stated cryptically. He could wait a few years, until she was more adequately prepared, but yes, if these new urges and visions were anything to go by, yes, he did want that. "Do you?"
"Yes, when I'm old enough," she replied, an easy smile on her face. "I've always wanted to be a mother, but it's not healthy for humans to get pregnant at thirteen like they do in the feudal era. That's part of the reason life spans are so short there." He nodded and they sat in silence. "When Goshinki bit Tessaiga in half, Inuyasha lost control of his demon blood too, but he went on a killing rampage instead. At least all you did was make me delirious with gratification." At least this got him to smirk; she didn't like it when he sulked.
"I do not like being unaware of the cause," he elaborated. If he knew what the trigger was, he might be able to suppress it next time.
"Primal instincts, maybe?" she guessed. "I mean, the purpose of sex is procreation, right? And you said that was your focus, so maybe, it was that part of you trying to get out." That made a lot of sense and was looking like his best lead at the moment. The problem lay in how little he knew about himself, his base self, without all the other demons he consumed. He hadn't even known why he wanted to bite Kagome so badly when they first began fornicating, and that was considered basic knowledge to most demons. His origins, being "born" of a human and many demons the way he was, caused complications.
"Hey, I got a surprise for you," she supplied in an attempt to cheer him up. "I was going to wait until you cycled through all the books in the house, but it might help now." She stood and led him down to the office room on the opposite end of the hall. Inside was a high table with another one of those strange TV's in the middle. Set out before it was a plate with many symbols. Wait, he read about this, it was called a computer. "Here, sit." She leaned over him, showing him how to work the device. She moved an object around that in turn moved an arrow on the screen and clicked on an icon. The color of the screen changed and the word "Google" was written across a white background. "You can use this to answer any questions you have. Just use the symbols here to type in the question, like this," he observed her fingers moving quickly, "then click this key to ask the question." She hit the enter button and a list of results popped up. From here, you can click on any one of these and read the possible answers." This was astonishing; so this is what she meant by information was far more readily available here. "I have no idea if it will have anything on demons; it is a human-made system, but it's worth a try."
She walked over to a soft arm-chair and curled up as he got used to the procedure. Her eyes kept drifting shut, but she forced herself to stay awake and help him. He seemed so out of sorts and she would be there when he needed her. "You may return to your chambers and rest," Naraku suggested. "I will reserve any questions I have for when you wake."
"I'm okay," her sleepy voice made the words slur. "I'm awake."
He stopped typing and walked over to her, picking her up and through half-awake protests, placed her in bed, "Sleep. You need it; I do not." Her objections died as she felt the softness of her bed and Naraku returned to his task at hand.
Back at the computer, he resumed his research. As she warned, there was very little reliable data on demons themselves, no wonder she thought of them as myths prior to her excursions through the well. There was a chance that there was a demon equivalent to this technology, but he had no idea where to find it. That left one option for trying to garner a better understanding of himself. As much as demons despise thinking of themselves as being anything like the animals they emulate, it is still a fact that there are similarities. In an attempt to understand himself and what occurred that night, he opted to learn about the behavior patterns of common arachnids. He may be able to draw a parallel.
In his search, he learned the human derived classification for spiders consisted of two main varieties: the jumping spiders, which are the hunters, and the web-builders. The hunters stalked their prey and used highly tactical methods to outsmart them, and the Web-builders lie in wait for prey to come to them. He could easily see both sides to his own nature. But hunting tendencies was not what he was after, it was his sexual urges that presented, and that was what he needed to find equivalences to. Altering the search, using the new terms he found, he discovered this computer device not only gave him articles to read, but had live-action depictions, videos they were called, to match his search topic. They depicted how these so called jumping spiders engaged in a courtship dance to entice the female before vibrating their bodies as a way to hypnotize her into submissiveness.
So that was the answer: dancing. He was fairly certain that he had inadvertently triggered his courtship and mating instincts, and thus, lost himself to said desire. Even more twisted, was the fact that his future self had lured him to the club to begin with, knowing full well what would transpire. His trademark smirk was back; in 500 years, it would be his turn to lay the trap.
(A/N: Can't you just see Naraku finding amusement in tricking himself? It's like the ultimate challenge.
The dancing concept will be fully elaborated later, for now, he doesn't understand every nuance, only that dancing, in some capacity, caused him to lose control.
I'd really like to know what my readers think of the dancing concept in his instincts.)
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