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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: Lemon in this chapter! Full versions will be posted on Adult fanfiction under the same story name (Author's name Sylean). Summarized (a.k.a. butchered) versions of the lemons will be posted here.
Chapter 15: Present Actions; Future Decisions
After putting Leiko in her place, Naraku was no longer pestered by the other students. Rumors spread like wildfire on how cruel and uncaring he was, and it was only passing time between first and second period. Of course the little shrew had twisted the details around to make herself seem a saint that was just offering her assistance with schoolwork, but the results were much to his liking. Instead of lust, most girls now looked at him with fear and revulsion. Now this, he could get used to. He asked Kagome that previous night, after they return from school, if there was a way to convey in her customs that she was claimed, since humans did not understand a demonic mark. He wanted to find a way to dissuade overzealous suitors, on both sides. She told him that humans wore rings once they were married, and that was the indication they used. It would seem though, that it would no longer be necessary after word had circulated.
"Did you hear what he did to poor Leiko?" the whispers filtered to his ears and Kagome practically skipped down the hallways beside him; completely oblivious.
"I heard he hit her."
He also noticed the males were keeping their distance too, no doubt a result of the same, or perhaps a different rumor. He had issued a death threat to that Hojo boy as well.
"Hey, you said you were strong, right?" one boy whispered to another. "Prove it, teach him a lesson."
The second boy shook his head, "No thanks!"
"Why not?"
"Because I don't have a death wish; I heard he killed someone before."
These humans, they were right to fear him.
"Let's see, our next class today is," Kagome read off of her schedule, "physical education. Yesterday we had a Co-ed game, but today the teacher said we would separate into groups by gender. Just pick an activity and don't out compete us weak humans by too much, okay?" She giggled at her own joke before disappearing into girl's locker room. He went to the boy's locker room and altered his illusion before coming back out. He saw Kagome being dragged off by her three friends and figured she should be fine for an hour or two.
He walked by each of the fields, observing the different games and finding little entertainment until he heard a group of boys hollering, "We need one more player to help crush the red team!" Naraku had not a clue what this activity was, but it sounded violent, so perhaps he would enjoy it. "Hey, do you know how to play?" The boys tossed an oblong object to Naraku, who caught it easily and eyed it curiously. It was similar to that soccer ball Souta kicked around in that it was filled with air, but it was shaped differently. The students were hoping the large, imposing, and rumored to be merciless, guest student would join them.
"I am unfamiliar with this endeavor," Naraku conveyed.
"That's okay, we'll teach you," the youth declared and received the ball back. The boy gave a quick rundown of the game and Naraku focused in on the objective. Use his team's strengths to get the "football" to the other end of the field, easy enough. "Okay, here is our play." The boy was pointing to a crudely drawn diagram on a black board. Naraku could see several poor tactical decisions from the team captain, as the boy called himself, drew himself into the star position of quarterback, even though he was obviously lacking. Naraku looked over the quieter humans, easily picking out strengths and weaknesses and just as soon as the boy was about to disperse the group to the field, Naraku stepped up, took the chalk and reconfigured the diagram. "Hey, what the hell?" Naraku drew one of the smaller guys in the star position, organizing it based on highest success rate. The smaller human would be easier to avoid getting caught and faster. "I thought you said you didn't know this sport." The team captain boy was growing aggressive from having his authority usurped.
"I am well versed in battle tactics, the foundation is the same," Naraku clarified.
"Yeah right," the boy didn't believe that for a second, "like we're going to listen to you." He ushered them to the original plan and they played a few rounds under his direction. They made no progress, for whereas Naraku could out maneuver all of them, he chose not to. It was amusing watching their "team captain" get brought to the ground by the opposing team.
Naraku just laughed at the grass-stained youth, "Fine, if you think you are so smart, let's see you do better." Naraku's smirk at having won made the boy grow uneasy in his vicinity. They had lost ground, but that was easily remedied. He sketched out the pattern and the others looked at it skeptically. "Are you sure? It looks crazy."
"Unless you would rather get brought to the ground again," Naraku reminded.
"We have nothing to lose, I guess," the boy relented. "Let's try it." Much to the previous team captain's surprise, they made a touchdown from only about 20 yards from their own goal line, travelling nearly the entire length of the field in one round. It was unheard of, but it worked.
"Wow, how did you know that would work?" the awed teammates gushed.
"Something as simple as a mere game is child's play to me," this was nothing compared to life and death struggles over the Shikon Jewel shards. Needless to say, he succeeded in "crushing" the other team.
(A/N: I know just about nothing about football, but I do recall my high school's football coach having such diagrams, so I went off of that. And I know even less about Japanese games, hence why I stuck to American.
I am also unfamiliar with Japanese customs, school systems and such, so please forgive any holes or bouts of misinformation.)
"Slow down, guys," Kagome complained as Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi pulled her along. "Where are we going?"
"You said you have been learning archery, right?" Eri recalled.
"Uhh, yeah," Kagome thought on it. More like had to learn.
"Can you show us?" Ayumi requested.
"Maybe teach us a bit?" Yuka suggested hopefully.
"Well, I'm no pro, but I'll do what I can," Kagome smiled. At least they wouldn't compare her skills to Kikyo.
Thunk! Kagome's arrow hit the target, not dead center, but in the smallest circle none-the-less.
"Wow, you are good," her friends praised, making her blush. "So tell us, is Naraku that guy you said that the two-timer caught you kissing?"
Her face went even redder, "Umm, kinda, yeah."
"You said you didn't like him," Eri reminded. "What happened to change that?"
"He, uhh, was very… persistent," Kagome poked her fingers together awkwardly.
"Oh, come on, Kagome," Yuka insisted. "Details, what brought you two close enough to get his mark tattooed on your neck?"
She gulped nervously, remembering just how she got it, "He told me he wants to… marry me," they all gulped at once, "but we're waiting," she jumped in with before they could object. Mate, marry; it was the closest term.
"So you're kind of engaged to him?"
"Even though he's totally violent and dangerous?"
"Kagome, he's never hurt you, has he?"
"No, he hasn't hurt me," she derailed that right away. 'Not recently, at least.' "Where is all this coming from?" Yes, she knew he was dangerous, but he hadn't shown that here, had he?
"Well, you know, we heard he punched Leiko."
"And sent her to the hospital with a black eye."
"A guy like that can't be trusted."
"Guys… I was there," she sighed exasperatedly. "He never hit her, all he did was talk to her."
"So it's just a rumor then."
"I guess we should've known that, seeing as she is here today. Black eyes don't heal that fast."
"And can't really be covered up that flawlessly with makeup either."
"Mhmm," they all agreed.
"Anyways, who's next?" Kagome chimed, holding out the bow and changing the subject.
"How long are we to remain here?" Naraku inquired on their walk back to the shrine.
"Well, this year is almost over, but then I still need to finish school, so 2 years," he stiffened at her words. Two years, he was not particularly pleased with this era and didn't want to spend that much time here. "But we can go back on the weekends to visit."
"Why do you wish to finish school if you will be living in the past?" he couldn't see the point.
"Well, I'll eventually get back to this time, and I'd rather not have to reenroll in 500 years," she shrugged. That was right; somehow, she survives the 500-year gap.
"And once you complete your education?" he asked, trying to visualize their future.
"Then we can stay in the past," she smiled up at him.
"Hn," two years here in exchange for 500 years in the past, it didn't sound as daunting that way.
"Use this time to learn all you can," she suggested. That was a good idea; it would give him the edge against his enemies. Make it so he could protect her better.
Naraku attended school with her for the rest of the week. Today was Friday, and afterwards they would return through the well. Could the day possibly crawl by any slower? He checked the clock on the wall and wondered if it had actually run backwards. This week was nearing torture, four days since he had been able to have her like he wanted. If only this class, and the three more after it, would hurry up and end, then he finally could. He had a substantial ability to be patient, but waiting was only acceptable when he could watch a scheme unfold and ensnare his victims. He hated resisting when what he wanted was right there, but there was little he could do about it. Kagome was less receptive under her mother's roof, and during the day they were here. He would have to bear with it, unless…
Kagome remained oblivious to what was going on around her, focused intently on copying the material being written on the board. She only became aware as the teacher slouched to the ground and let out a loud snore. Her head shot up and she looked around, every single student was asleep, except for her and Naraku. That's when she saw it; the classroom was enshrouded in a light cloud of colorless miasma. She could only "see" it because of the demonic energy laced between the wisps. "What did you do?" her tone discontented.
"They are merely sleeping and will awaken once the miasma is purified," he explained with a mischievous smirk. Just as expected, her purity made it so his toxins did not affect her; she held an aura around her that purified any of the mist that dared get close.
"But I don't have any arrows with me to purify it," she fretted, her mind running in circles. Why would he suddenly do this? There had to be a reason.
"There is another way to get your powers to flare," he suggested with lascivious intent.
She gasped, finally understanding what he was after, "Pervert. All you had to do was wait until this evening."
(A/N: Lemon Alert!)
"I tire of waiting," he stated and moved over to trap her in her chair with his looming form, one arm on each side blocking the way out.
"What! You mean now? Here?" she floundered as he picked her up. "In front of all these people!"
"They are trapped in sleep and will not awaken," he purred into her ear. "Not even if you scream."
"But, what if someone else comes through the door?" she pointed out another possible outlet that could catch them as he set her on the teachers desk. Luckily, this professor kept her space uncluttered and nothing needed to be brushed aside.
"My barrier cannot be breached so easily," he slid her legs apart and lifted her skirt.
He really had thought of everything. "But-" her protests were halted by the delicious friction. "Ahh!" Sliding her panties to the side, he dipped his head down and found her already heady with the scent of arousal; despite all her feeble protests, she wanted him. Her hands flew to his head as his impossibly long tongue pierced her core. An uncontrollable moan escaped her before she could tamp down on the urge and her eyes darted around the room, making sure no one was roused by the noise.
"I told you," Naraku spoke as he stood up, "they will not wake." She turned her head back only to see him free himself from the feudal lord garb he usually wore; he must have dropped his modern illusion. His large hands gripped her thighs, pulled her closer to the edge of the wooden desk, and lay her ankles over his shoulders before lining them up and impaling her. The pleasure-filled cry that shot forth from her slender throat only added to his satisfaction with the situation. "Scream for me."
She did just as he commanded, having no control over the matter with how expertly he played her body. Bringing her close but backing off; tracking just how much desire she built up, he kept her just out of reach of that end. He needed to edge her enough to make them both finish at once. She practically growled as he denied her release once again.
"Once you peak, our tryst will come to a repose," he breathed into her ear, "for you will awaken these humans." She understood what he meant; if he let her explode first, they would have to stop before he could settle his own urges.
"Ah," she expelled out as he began building her up, "then take me, how you want." His eyes flashed a wicked red in satisfaction before he flipped her over, chest pressed onto the cool wood, and knees still pulled tight to her chest; all without missing a beat to the rhythm he had building up a crescendo.
"Hold on tight," he warned and her small hands gripped onto the edges of the desk before he started plowing her mercilessly. Her voice came out unrestrained as the sound of skin on skin reverberated around the classroom. She was sure the entire desk was scooting across the floor with how hard he was fucking her.
She couldn't hold back any longer; she was going to burst, "Na- raku!" She tried to warn him as her body quivered with intense tremors. Seconds later, his body slammed into hers in erratic patterns. His deep voice groaned out as he followed her.
"This was just a sample, we will finish once we return," he divulged to her before withdrawing and replacing his illusion. He was far from done with her, but it would do for now. Even purified from the room, the miasma would take a few minutes to clear from the student's systems.
Walking, or rather waddling, back to her desk, Kagome could already feel his cum trying to ooze out of her, dampening her panties. At least there was only about ten minutes left until break; she could clean up then. For now, a few tissues would help keep it from getting too messy.
Sleep filled groans filled the room before one student called out, "Teacher, you fell asleep."
"I, what?" Ms. Arakawa rose back to her feet.
"You fell asleep," the student repeated.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It must be the sleep deprivation from grading all those essays," she found the excuse.
"Does that mean we can skip the quiz, it would give you less to grade," a sly student proposed.
"You apparently need the rest," another added, catching onto the end goal.
"Yeah, I'll skip the quiz as long as no one tells the principal I fell asleep," she agreed.
"Yeah!" cheers erupted.
(A/N: I am sorry, but I need to put all my stories on HIATUS until I deal with some real life stuff. I promise I will finish this story eventually, can't get the later scenes out of my head enough not to, but this comes first. The story will pick up speed when I return.)
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