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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.
Previously:
"Kagome, there you are," a bright, male voice called.
"Oh, hi, Hojo," Kagome tried awkwardly to dissuade what she knew was going to happen, 'Please don't ask me out, please don't ask me out, please don't ask me out.' She didn't even want to think about how Naraku would react to such a blatant trespass.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me tonight?"
'Shoot. He asked me out.'
Chapter 14: Rejection
Kagome shifted nervously in her seated position besides Naraku, hoping with all she had that the potentially volatile demon wouldn't get upset. She could already feel his aura rising up; she had to dispel this quickly, "You see, Hojo, the thing is-"
"Is that scoliosis bothering you still?" he quickly inquired. "If it hurts to sit for that long, we could just go have dinner instead. Do you like foreign food? I know a great place that just opened."
"I can't, I-" again he cut her off, making assumptions as to her reasoning. Now if he'd let her finish, he might have understood her current status, but being as dense as he was, it eluded him.
"I know. You probably have a lot of schoolwork to catch up on. I'd be happy just to have you come over to my house and study," he relayed how he just wanted her time in whatever activity she preferred.
'My house,' echoed in Naraku's mind, which was slowly being clouded with anger due to the overtly presumptuous boy before him. How dare he think to court her when she was already his! "Boy!" Naraku's voice boomed as he stood to his full height and towered over the human. Even being disguised as a human himself, he was still taller and more muscular than the other, not that appearances portrayed his full capabilities.
"Oh, hello there," Hojo greeted with a friendly demeanor, despite the other's harsh tone. "You must be Kagome's friend that I heard about. How do you like our school?"
"You will cease your pursuit of Kagome immediately," Naraku ordered, ignoring the mundane question.
"I don't believe that is your call to make," Hojo's voice firmed slightly towards the abrasive male, but then softened towards Kagome. "So, what do you say, Kagome? Do you want to do anything later?"
Naraku strode between them, using his body to block Kagome from sight as she too, scrambled to her feet, "If you so much as look at my mate with such intentions again I will not hesitate to gouge your eyes from their sockets before tearing you limb from limb." Hojo stepped back at the threat but did not appear near as afraid as Naraku would have liked.
"Naraku, that's uncalled for," Kagome chided. "I already told you, you can't just go killing people here." Hojo tensed at the way she said that, as if him killing people was routine wherever he came from.
Hojo stepped to the side to see Kagome again, a defiant act in Naraku's mind. "What did I just tell you, Whelp?" Naraku growled lowly.
Kagome could tell Naraku was about to lose what little composure he had left and could not risk that. She needed to stop this now, "Hmm, I bet I could get Kikyo to teach me how to make a subjugating rosary…"
Naraku's eyes widened and he turned around to face her threat, "You wouldn't dare."
"I would," she corrected, hands on her hips and glare on her face. "If you don't control your temper, I'll have no other choice." He looked between her and the boy before growling.
"Then deal with it before I do," he warned darkly, the threat in his voice not aimed at her, and took a few steps back, keeping his domineering presence nearby.
Kagome let out a breath, relieved that Naraku had backed down. That was some quick thinking on her part about the rosary. Now for Hojo, "I can't go anywhere with you-"
"I understand, you're probably busy with-" Hojo interrupted again.
"Hojo!" Kagome's voice rose in volume, just below yelling. "Stop interrupting me. The reason I can't isn't because of some illness or schoolwork; I can't because I'm seeing Naraku." She gestured to the man behind her, arms crossed and glare across his face.
"But, I thought I was your boyfriend," Hojo sounded taken back and a little sad, but mostly confused.
"We never even went on a real date, Hojo; it was always my friends saying yes for me and not giving me any other option," she reminded. "Look, you're a nice guy, just not my type, okay?"
"Isn't he a little violent for you," the rejected boy took a different route; trying to show her he was better. "He seems like bad news, Kagome. You should really be with someone who will treat you better." Naraku's growl echoed around them again, and it didn't register to the dense boy how unnatural that was.
"I have made my choice, Hojo," Kagome stood her ground. "I expect you to respect that."
"If that is what you want," he responded with skepticism, sending a scowl towards Naraku before walking off. She could breath again. How many times was this that she had held her breath now?
"Are there any more past suitors I need be aware of?" Naraku's voice sounded clipped, like he was dissatisfied that the boy still lived.
"Umm," Kagome thought about it, "Nope, that was all, I think."
"Good," he grumbled, "I tire of this Déjà vu."
When Kagura first surfaced from the time frozen lake that Kaguya cast her into, she was alone. She wondered over Kanna's fate but found her absent. Did she escape, or get trapped below? She didn't notice how the void child kept silent watch over everyone, including her.
Taking flight, the wind demon flew. She soared without a worry or care, without burden or chains. She cast herself about in the gusty sky without a shred of purpose or friendship, without aim and concern, without… anything.
Then it hit her, as if she had lost her heart all over again; she was free, but she was alone. She could fly wherever she wanted to go, but where was that? She had no destination, no one to pass the time with. Glancing up into the darkening sky, she caught sight of the crescent moon and remembered the one person she always wanted to go to: Lord Sesshomaru. She had turned her feather around that night and headed west, scouring his lands for the slightest glimpse of silver hair blowing in her conjured breeze.
She was free now, that meant she could go wherever she wanted, and she wanted to be with him. Her search, though lengthy, retold of the events leading to her late master's demise; it had been Sesshomaru that killed him after all, or so the word on the wind told her. It would give her a premise to showing herself before him, when she found him. He had saved her life, freed her from that monster's grasp, and now she could repay that debt by staying at his side. It was a form of servitude she would gladly enter into, because it was one of her own choosing. The haunting loneliness of solitude would no longer weigh her down, for she was the wind, free to go wherever she wanted.
The Lord of the Western Lands proved elusive as always, but eventually, she caught the sight she'd been straining to see. Striding leisurely across an open meadow, he led his pack onward, to some unknown location to all but him. The human child that followed him ran sporadically through the grasses, picking flowers as her spread out arms encountered the stalks. The irritating voice of that green toad squawked on about formal matters, and the dragon-beast lumbered after them.
Only a second after she spotted them, did he look up at her. Her heart, now in her chest, skipped a beat at the sight. He had been perfect before, but now, he had his left arm back. Resting on his hip was two swords; one she had seen before, but one of them was different. Despite those superficial changes, he still looked as he always had to her; stunning, powerful, and perfect.
His sharp golden eyes followed her approach and descent, giving no hint as to his mood. She disembarked her feather and landed in a kneeling crouch before him, sending the child scurrying to hide between the dragon's legs and the imp to screaming at her.
"Kagura, what business have you here?" the deep rumble of his voice sent her heart fluttering, something so simple, but she had longed for such a feeling in her chest.
"Lord Sesshomaru," she addressed, a wry smile on her lips, "is what I heard true; are you the one who killed Naraku?"
"That's right, Witch," Jaken retorted, "are you here for revenge? Your lucky to be alive simply for being associated with such a vile being."
"Jaken," one word ceased the incessant squawking. "I do not repeat myself, Kagura." His voice held warning; he wanted to hear her purpose.
"You set me free, Sesshomaru," she explained, lowering her voice in a sultry manner as if the syllables spoken were the most erotic thing on this plane to her. "With Naraku's death, my heart was returned to me; it now beats in my chest once again. Can you not hear it?" He glared at her for the mocking insult. "You saved me from the hell I was chained in; liberated me from a waking nightmare. My life belongs to you, Sesshomaru. You may do with me, as you see fit." Her words hung heavy in the air; the offer of more than just her life clearly visible.
A woman who smells exactly like the vile scum he recently dispatched; a filthy incarnation insinuating he would have any sexual interest in her. She was sorely mistaken if she took him for having such low standards; he does not bed lowly demons. There was only one thing he wanted from her, "Leave." She startled back with a gasp, so sure he wouldn't decline. From the moment Kagura landed, Rin had been cowering and the scent of her fear only caused him even more irritation at the female standing before him now. Kagura was not to be trusted, especially not so near someone who he deemed significant to himself. The wind demon's feelings towards him were clear; she wanted him. And when she found out he favored the human child over her, her "humble servitude" would turn to jealous rage and put Rin's life in danger. She went against her creator, the very being that gave her life no matter how twisted it was, and was too volatile and unstable to have any reliance on.
"Wha- But, Lord Sesshomaru," she searched for something that could change his mind. "I could be of use to you."
"You have nothing that I want," his gaze hardened further at her reluctance to obey. "Step aside, unless you would like assistance in following your creator." His raised claws flashed in the sunlight, making the demoness stumble out of his path.
Her mind was spinning out of control. No, she didn't want to go. She was the wind, she could go wherever she wanted; nothing, no one could command her. She was free; she was… free. But this wasn't what she wanted… She didn't want to be alone, "Please, reconsider."
"No," she fell to her knees at the words. "You have the freedom you longed for," he made no move to acknowledge her submissive posture as he moved to continue his trek, "embrace it; do something with your life." He moved off, leaving her there to either crumble under her own weight, or soar like the wind. He could not be her purpose; she had to find it within herself first.
It didn't take much to get Naraku into a calmer mood, or maybe calmer wasn't the word, but less angry. All Kagome had to do was redirect his attention onto something else; a specific something else that wasn't helping his current concentration on the boring old hag of an instructor before him now. He was glad his clothing was only an illusion; he could not imagine having to deal with the tension of an erection in such restrictive clothing as the school uniforms. Being illusory, he could also hide the physical reaction with ease. That little vixen, he would get her back for this.
"This week, class, we will be reading Romeo and Juliet," the teacher announced. Nearly every girl squealed in excitement and every boy groaned in misery.
"Yes," Kagome cheered. "I love this story."
"Why?" Naraku was a little cautious from the potent reactions around him.
"Because it's a classic; one of the most romantic love stories ever," from the swooning look in her eyes he now understood why the males were balking at the prospect. It was not something he would find interest in either, but curiosity and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge urged him on. Perhaps it would hold something of value. As the class took turns reading and analyzing the story paragraph by paragraph, at an antagonizing slow pace, he read ahead. He finished the story just before the bell pierced his ears, signaling the school day was now over, and Kagome asked him what he thought of the over-romanticized book.
"It's a 3-day relationship between a 13 year old and a 17 year old that causes 6 gruesome deaths," he told her. "I rather liked it." He hadn't expected it to be so morbid; it was much better than the sappy romance he was under the impression it would be.
"Wha-what?" she stuttered out. "That can't be right. It's about a timeless love that they would rather die than be separated."
"Perhaps you should finish reading it," he suggested with a smug look.
"Oh, I forgot my book at class," she stopped suddenly, "be right back."
He was standing at the door of the school waiting for her return, when a feminine voice called to him, "Naraku Okumo, isn't it?"
"Yes," he said simply, noting this was the same girl that had been sending him suggestive glances all day. So she was finally approaching him now, was she?
"I'm Leiko Asahara," she introduced herself.
"What do you want?" his voice betrayed nothing.
"Why, I want you," she responded with a sly grin, thinking he had played right into her hand. "I want to feel that perfect body of yours on me, inside me, as you make me scream your name."
He scoffed at her ignorance. She had no idea that which his body consisted of; not the slightest clue what he truly was, "You know not what you speak."
"Oh but I do," she stepped closer, placing her hands on him and tracing patterns on his chest with a finger. "Don't think me some modest little twit; I can give you anything you want, Sexy." He snatched up her wrist and pushed it away with a glare as she tried to trail it south.
"Do not touch me," his voice lowered to a dangerous octave once again today. It seemed this future world held the sole purpose of grating his nerves to the finest thread and he was nearing the point of showing them why that was a fatally horrific decision.
"Don't be like that," Leiko used body language to draw attention towards the revealed skin along her midriff, via her hands sliding under the fabric in what she must have thought to be an enticing gesture. "Surely a stallion such as yourself would find enjoyment sating your desires inside me."
Naraku's eyes narrowed and he was about to lose what little self-control he had left, "I am no horse." Those compliant, domesticated, and servile animals had nothing in common with the skilled and deadly predator he was.
"Yeah?" she questioned playfully, thinking they were talking in metaphors. "Than what are you? Perhaps a-"
"Spider," was his clipped response as he looked back towards were Kagome had run off to. He sensed her aura returning, but she was not within sight yet. The sooner she got back, the sooner he'd be rid of this new leach.
"Eww, why a spider," she was certainly not gaining any points as she tried to see how such a creepy crawly could hold enough sex appeal to be a euphemism for him. "Nah, I still don't see it." Or perhaps he should get rid of her before his mate returned, since after Kagome arrived, she would surely prevent him from acting as he wanted.
A cruel smile tilted up his lips, "Then I will show you." It wasn't only his body that made him a spider, but his mind, and he was going to enjoy watching her frail soul shatter. Leiko thought that she had won, that he had decided to indulge her, especially as Naraku touched her cheek and leaned in. But instead of going to her lips, his voice filtered through her ear, "Your weakness is plain for all to see; no matter how many guys you let take you, it will never erase the memories of him." She gasped sharply. The fingers on her cheek opened the pathway into her mind, where he found her fears to use against her, as he was so very good at. "I have no interest in your disease and sex soaked body." His voice took on a cruel overtone, "You are nothing but damaged goods." Removing his grip, he let a little miasma rid his hand of her foul scent and watched sadistically as she collapsed to the ground.
This was the moment Kagome came running back to his side, having just missed the sight they would have made a few seconds earlier. She did catch the annoyed flair of his aura right away and looked between the two curiously, though. Naraku disregarded her questioning gaze and instead wrapped his arm around Kagome. They walked off together, but not without the girl on his arm glancing back over her shoulder to make sure the other student was okay.
"Is she alright?" Kagome worried over the sobbing figure behind them.
He wasn't sure he would ever understand her; even after that harpy attempted to steal her mate from her, Kagome was still concerned. Granted, she was probably too naïve to have picked up on that to begin with. "All that was exchanged was a few words," Naraku explained.
"Yes, but your words are even more deadly than Inuyasha's sword," he smirked at her summation. Yes, they were.
"I simply reminded her that her worth does not lie in her sexual exploits," half-truth, but it could be taken as such. "She attempted to add me to her tally and did not take rejection well." He watched amusedly as Kagome tried to hide her anger at the girl, but he could see through it. She was not as pure and perfect as she tried to appear, for even she experienced negative feelings on occasion. "Females may have more rights and 'equality' in this era, but (if that girl's mind was any indication,) the general self-worth of many has diminished so severely that they feel they need to give away their bodies to any male who looks their way in order to be considered desirable. It's pathetic." Kagome couldn't help but agree with that trend in today's youth.
Once they finally got back home, Kagome collapsed herself on her bed and sighed out, "That had to be one of the most exhausting days of my life."
"I concur."
(A/N: Naraku's insinuation about Leiko's fear of him, as Naraku worded it, can be extrapolated however you want. A past boyfriend that broke her heart, an abuser, or whatever; it makes no difference to the plot. I know Naraku's words were cruel, but that is who he is. It is quite the challenge keeping him just as sadistic as before, albeit softer towards Kagome, without causing problems in their relationship. Every relationship does have its problems though, and they will get their fair share. You should know me well enough by now that I don't let things stay perfectly happy for long. I think one more happy chapter, before things get angsty and the storyline will really get moving.)
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