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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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First, her foggy sight has identified some golden hue surrounding her. Then, as she was recovering her eye focus, Annabelle found herself laying upon a vast wheat field in a hill. Such landscape was familiar to her, she noticed when she raised up and started walking around, looking at every direction where those yellow swath was spread, bouncing with the cool breeze. As she walked through the high aureate plants, her fingertips touched them in a tender caress.
The sun was high, it's rays were disturbing the cerulean orbs, so she put one hand at the level of her eye and continued her steps.
Am I at home? She thought while wandering around.
Finally, Belle saw someone in the middle of that field and stopped walking immediately. Hot and cold ran inside her, for even the man was backwards, she recognized him instantly. His long black locks were swaying with the wind, trying to cover his face, yet the Young Master put them aside, arranging his hair behind the ears.
"Hitomi..." Annabelle whispered weakly.
"You took so long, Anaberu" At last his eyes were upon her, those beautiful calm brown globes. He smiled tenderly.
"Is here that paradise that many people talk about?" She asked while approaching him, her hand slowly searching for his to touch. "No, it cannot be..." Then her semblance hardened. "Naraku assured me you were not there" Annabelle's sorrow made her skin turn paler and her eyes a bit opaque.
"You have always been right about Naraku." The lad sadly commented, feeling affected by her sadness. "If only I had listened to you..." Hitomi sighed in regret, facing the ground for a moment. "However, you are here now Anaberu!" He smiled and took her hands in his ones "I have been waiting for you" His fingers stroked her palms, warming them.
Her eyes found his once more, honesty seemed to shine within those nut-brown orbs. Although Annabelle knew Kagewaki was dead, the soft blush on his cheeks was almost showing otherwise.
"Where is this place, my lord?" she asked, a bit confused and suspicious.
"I have been here for some time, yet I do not know, and I do not really care about it anymore..." His voice turned low at the end of the phrase, showing conformity.
"Is it you? The real you? Or just another one of his tricks?" Anna found courage to ask and to touch his face, squeezing softly his skin, feeling its texture and warmth. His lips parted, yet he remained silent, maybe because her acts made him a bit shy. Her anxious fingers caressed his bangs and put it away from his eyes, she searched into that orbs any trace of sadism and found only confusion, but nothing similar to wickedness. Then, she squeezed his shoulders, his arms, till she finally grabbed him with such strength that if Hitomi was alive, he would suffocate.
"Please, tell me it is you..." She whispered, closing her eyes tight while her hands were smoothing his back. Inside her azure globes a storm was fighting to be released, but her eyelids wiggled stubbornly. Her nose reddened and burned from within. "I need it to be you" The last thing she said was more for herself than for him to listen.
"It is me, I swear, Anaberu" His voice echoed like calm waters and his gentle fingers caressed her flaming hair, his chin leaning on the top of her head.
"What has he done to you?" That was the question that she kept for such a long time and it tormented her every day and night since he was gone. Her lips trembled while she asked him and even after. Her face didn't leave his chest, her ear kept there listening his spectrum heartbeats.
"The only thing I can remember is a purple mist surrounding me," His voice sounded tremulous and he closed his eyes, remembering his final instants "suddenly, I felt my flesh being ripped as it was made of paper, the pain was unspeakable" This time, it was him tightening their embrace. "And all I could think about was you, I thought I would never see you again. Then, I could not breathe anymore" His hands shivered, pressing her waist "It seemed to be an eternity, but it lasted only a few seconds of agony". Those brownish orbs opened slowly and craved on that limpid, endless firmament above them. "So, I founded myself in this place, where Time does not exist.".
"I should never have left the castle!" Annabelle's moan was stuffy, for her face was still buried in his thorax "My place was by your side!"
"Do not blame yourself, I sent you away for your own safety, it was my choice." Kagewaki delicately kissed her forehead and held her cheeks in his hands, making their glances meet again. "And now, that is all in the past, does not matter any longer" His thumbs circled her face, massaging her soft skin "We are together, there is no Naraku, nor giant spiders, it is just the two of us, Anaberu, and no one else". He emphasized, rubbing his nose on hers, their foreheads united.
"He stained me in such a way that I am afraid if someday or if in somewhere I will be able to break free of all the suffering he put me through." She unburned her greatest fear, because it was so heavy and suffocating to the point she was finding infernally hard to gaze into her beloved, for he and her tormentor looked almost the same. Her tears remained trembling in the corner of her eyes, dewing her eyelashes.
"Leave it all behind. You are with me now, can you not see?" Hitomi remained patient as he used to be, his forefingers wiped her tears before they could even pour down, then he put some messy ginger strands behind her ears, so he could see her features with more details.
At last, Annabelle looked into his eyes again and behind them she could see some expectation. She touched his chest, feeling it raise and down with some rush. Even he was trying hard to hide his longing for her, his body was betraying him. His lips were curved in a large smile while his eyes were shinning, there was love glimmering within them, there was missing. It was he, the real him, her Kagewaki.
They finally met again and she was mourning the harm suffered in life?! Hitomi was right, it was necessary to leave the past behind. Where was her head, after all? All Belle ever wanted since she lost him, was a way she could be with him one more time, and when she had him in front of her and could touch him, feel him, would she waste time thinking about the evil acts of a damn hanyo dressed in a baboon cloak?!
Annabelle's chest rose and fell three times, flushed, burning inside. Her lips first compressed, then they opened a bit, searching for air. Those spheres, blue like the evening sky above them, blinked slowly and, at last, the foreign lass found the courage to grab her fiance's nape and kiss him urgently.
His taste was the same – she felt it while savoring his soft, sweet parted lips. The sensation was the same – she concluded, sensing the warmth invade her from inside as his tongue touched hers tenderly, one caressing and melting each other unhurriedly. Even Kagewaki was desperate because he missed her so much, he was kind and careful. His hands cuddling her back was a gesture that, unbeknownst to him, was helping to wash her soul, his pleasing caresses made Annabelle feel like her body was being purified from the vile Spider paws' touches.
Hitomi gasped inside their once tender, now passionate kiss, but if they were dead, as they knew, there was no need to worry about loosing their breathes, so the White Rose continued to increase the rhythm of that pungent mouths encounter. Anna pressed him within her arms as if she could calcify him with her. What if, in the end of it all, they would turn into a marble sculpture molding memories, dreams, and wishes? At least, they would be together forevermore.
Tears fell severely, soaking her face and wetting his. She was moaning and whimpering inside that kiss while her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably. Albeit Hitomi was insistently rubbing down the salt water away from her cheeks, more droplets insisted to fall down. Yet, he did not dare to interrupt their kiss, because her hand held his head close to hers, her shivering fingers wrapped his hair in despair. All he could do was to try to contain her spasms, so he stroked her arms, her shoulders, her back, and nothing made those tremors cease. Kagewaki, then, put his lips away and Anna pressed his body against hers even more.
"Do not let me go!" She begged, blinded by pain "Never, ever, let me go!" And she insisted, her fingers tightening his lavender kimono's fabric. He could feel the panic in her tone. After all they have shared in that place, Belle was still afraid it was all just a dream, a mere illusion, or just another lie as so many she had ever been a victim of.
Kagewaki felt her pain as his own, his discomfort had stolen any word he wished to speak, so he laid her head against his chest once more, caressing her locks. "I am here, worry not" He said to her many times, repeating as it was a mantra "Everything is going to be alright". He said those same sentences over and over, till her eyes slowly close and her breathe calm down.
Peace, at last... Anna felt it deep inside her core and this allowed her to show a discrete smile. From now on, Hitomi would take good care of her. She looked at his face again, his serene smile and features made her feel he was her shelter and always would be, no matter what. They kissed again, this time without rush and desperation. Hours and days did not exist for them anymore, why would they hurry?
Their bodies leaned down until they were laying on the ground, both lost inside that gold vastness. Annabelle admired Hitomi's body under hers, at her mercy, his velvet hair contrasting with the sunlight, his eyes clearer, reflecting her visage while he was smiling in plenitude. All she could do was return his tenderness, smiling back to him and bending her head down so their lips would meet again. As soon as their mouths were merely centimeters apart, he touched her lips with his fingertips and raise his head a little, wanting to reach her. Then, all of sudden, the Scottish lady felt a force pushing her from him. It was strong, she felt it was like a flow taking her away. Her arms stretched, trying to reach her dearest one that seemed to be far away in an instant.
No, Kagewaki! She wanted to scream, yet her voice was stuck by the same cold force that was dragging her. Finally, her Young Master was so far that he seemed to be only a spot violet light in the middle of the wheat, and soon violent waters covered his trace.
Water.
Water?!
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Her eyes got widened suddenly and her body turned to the side, laying upon humid earth. She threw up so much water that she felt her chest compressing in pain. Her belly writhed and her shoulders contracted while endless waterfalls were overflowing from her open mouth.
After all liquid left her lungs and her throat, Annabelle thought she would collapse. However, her body resistance betrayed her wish to loose consciousness and she remained lucid, even against her will. As soon as Anna could control her gasps, she noticed another person's presence by the corner of her eye. Even she could guess who it was, the lass turned her body to see and at the exact moment she saw him, her blood seemed to boil inside her veins.
It was him, Naraku, sitting a few steps away, his clothing and hair soaked, his widened eyes discreetly trembling and his lips parted while he was watching her recovering in silence. Annabelle made no effort trying to understand his features, as soon as she gazed those sparkling rubies of him, she grunted as a wild beast and jumped over him, attacking his body not with her purifying powers, but with her hands and feet. She almost knocked him into the ground, not only with her own weight, but with all the blows. The woman punched, scratched his shoulders, his arms and his belly, she even kicked him and pulled his hair while she screamed: "You halfbreed piece of shit!" and she continued roaring loudly, even it was hurting her lungs "Why don't you leave me alone?!" She asked between some gasps, Belle was visibly fighting hard to not loose strength while she was hitting him "Go to hell!" and her blows persisted, even she knew they would not leave any bruise in him. "I hate you!" She cursed him, her voice could be hacking but it still sounded very loud. "I hate you more than anyone!" the fact he was not retaliating was driving her even more mad. "I fucking hate you!" Hitting him was not enough, however, it was the only way she found to deal with her anger, so she punched him in the chest compulsively, her throat was already burning, yet her screams echoed persistently while some leaves fell from the trees around them.
Although her assaults did not even tickled his skin, Naraku lost his patience and finally caught her wrists firmly. It was not enough to stop her, though. Her legs were still bouncing in clumsy kicks, if they were not able to hit him, then they would throw dark sand over his own legs and trunk, she was fully out of control. Then, the hanyo seized her legs between his and as her last resort, Anna tried to bite his hands holding her wrists. If not for his state of mind at that moment, the spider demon might have laughed, but he just slapped her face instead, making her fall to the side, laying over the grass. Her cheek ached, she touched it and felt the skin get hot like his hand was still over there, her mind passed from angry to dizzy in an instant. After some seconds staring each other, Naraku suddenly took her head in his hands and made her sit again between his legs, almost in his lap. With her pinky cheeks pressed against his palms, Belle was not able to run from his deep gaze. She did not lost all her will to fight even so, her every part could be trembling for cold and fury, still she scratched his hands, trying to get rid of his violent touch. All for nothing.
Naraku bent forward, getting even closer to her vulnerable shrunken body, his fingers pressing against her wet face, putting some soaked hair away from her eyes, then resting in the back of her head with only his thumbs circling her cheekbones. Those red globes never blinked, not at once, craved on her visage. His silence was torture, she thought, and like the arachnid could read her mind, he finally spoke in a low, deep voice:
"You will not die, do you hear me?" it was looking like he was making some effort to not yell angrily, yet his gestures remained wild, he pushed her face closer without any care, still eye to eye, and Naraku hasn't finished. "You will not die" He paused between every spoken word, giving emphasis to them. "I forbid it, stupid human!" At last, he plagued without smirks, without irony nor sadism.
Her teeth gritted and she opened her mouth to respond his authoritarianism, but she seemed to loose her vast vocabulary. There was something in his crimson eyes that had disarmed her. There was a peculiar light shaking inside those almost widened rubies while his frown was slightly furrowed. His usual artful mouth was a bit curved down, all his features were indicating a worried expression and he truly looked paler than he ever was.
Did he care about her?
Her nails slowly stopped trying to bruise his hands and her fingers simple remained over them for a few more instants before her arms lay down and her joints relaxed. His hands lost the grip around her nape and slid down her wet flaming locks, arranging them, rolling fingers in some ginger strands before holding her face once again, this time more softly and careful.
What the hell is going on here? Annabelle asked herself while anxiety was taking her breath away and increasing her heartbeats. The hanyo opened his mouth and would start to talk again, maybe he would argue with her a bit more, she could not guess... and something hit his shoulder without warning. It was so fast that Anna could not see from where it came, and Naraku – now aware – pushed her away quickly.
Fallen upon the grass, she watched him lift up elegantly, the deep wound in his shoulder was already recovering. Then, in an attempt of seeing better what was happening, Belle raised her head and so she could find out who was the source of that sudden attack. He had a gorgeous looking, she had to admit. He was a demon, she could tell, for his long hair was bright silver and his eyes shone like precious golden coins. The man should be noble, his clothes were made in pure expensive fabric, so was his armor. A peculiar fluffy pelt covered one of his shoulders, and even his sleeves were long, it was noticeable he missed one arm.
Those stranger intense aureate eyes first analyzed Naraku, then they found her visage and craved on it, looking her mindfully, showing some curiosity. Yet, behind those beautiful orbs, Annabelle could perceive killer intentions.
"Wandering around in the forest, Sesshomaru?" Naraku broken the silence and teased.
"Unlike any other human I have ever seen" the daiyokai ignored his provocation, fixated on Annabelle laid ahead, looking the Scottish woman up and down, expressionless as he used to be. "Still a human, nevertheless" He swayed the green shinning whip in his hand, the weapon that wounded Naraku moments ago, and gazed at him one more time "You are very much alike Inuyasha after all" the white haired entity finished austerely.
"This conversation seems to be very interesting, but I have important issues to deal with" Naraku maintained his mocking façade, smirking even Sesshomaru's comment did not please him. However, that yokai was not a man of many words, but a man of acts. The whip he had in hands surrounded him within a bright green spiral. As soon as he spun his body, he jumped into Naraku's direction.
"Run." The hanyo looked at Anna over his own shoulder and throw her the moon pendant he was keeping guarded within his kimono collar until now.
There was no time for talking, soon those two supernatural creatures were jumping from tree to tree, Sesshomaru deforested many branches with his whip while chasing Naraku in the heights of some ancient trees.
Annabelle was pretty confused about sudden events, yet, while looking at the crystal moon laid on the earth, something inside of her repeated Naraku's words. Yes, all she could do was run faster as she could, and so she would, not because she was afraid to die, not because Naraku told her to, all she wanted was to get away from that confused thoughts, from those demons, from everything. The foreigner lass took her jewel in one hand, jumped up and tried to escape as quickly as her trembling legs would let her.
Sesshomaru heard hurried footsteps upon the fallen leaves. He gave Naraku a brief gaze before turning his body and his attention to the opposite side. Then, the handsome daiyokai jumped away from the Spider hanyo, making those red orbs wide and shiver. Naraku knew what he was intending to do. From a tree top, he converted his arms in many tentacles and sent them after Inuyasha's brother. Sesshomaru did not even has to turn back to slash those appendages into pieces, not a drop of goop stained his bright white kimono nor his silver long strands of hair, all he needed was shake his only arm that held the whip.
Damn it! Naraku cursed in thoughts while regenerating his arms, his members healing would not be fast enough so he could reach Sesshomaru before he catch Annabelle. Was Sesshomaru trying to get the woman just because Naraku tricked him once? Yes, the White Baboon tried to make him kill his own brother using Tetsusaiga before, but it was nothing Sesshomaru would not do by himself... Oh, the arm Naraku gave him was poisoned, but nothing happened to him in the end, so... Why?
Such doubts would not solve any sort of problem, he concluded, but maybe his miasma could slow his opponent down. So, the purple smoke spread around in Sesshomaru's direction. As soon as the dark cloud got close to that magnificent demon, his body twirled surrounded by that luminous green whip, and this only movement dissipated Naraku's poison in a blink of an eye. Worthless.
Meanwhile, Annabelle was descending a steep ravine, her shaky legs doing their best to lead her away from that wood. Her still soaked dress was a disturbance for her to move, water was making the fabric heavier and it was sticking on her skin. While she was passing through some leaning trees over the muddy slope, her hands grabbed their thin trunks, in this way she found some strength to desolate her feet and keep running down the hill. However, the rush made she miss a high root hidden inside the mood, Anna stumbled over it, wrenched her ankle and rolled down till her body reach the grass in an open field.
She tried to get up, yet the pain did not allow her, then she crawled, but it was to slow and at that point she could feel a shadow covering her silhouette from behind, it was him, that stranger yokai, his youki was very powerful. Annabelle took a deep breath, holding her moon pendant at her chest in one hand, the other massaging her injured ankle while her heart was pounding like drumming, then she turned her body so she could look at him. Her eyes faced the grass and slowly went up his feet, his white clothes with some details in red, his one arm shaking a whip, then his spiny armor, his shoulder covered by a fluffy cloak, and finally his face, gorgeous yet expressionless. His bangs, such as his clear locks were swaying at the mercy of the evening winds. The very sun seemed to be setting behind that splendid figure. His amber eyes craved upon her, mysterious and startling golden gems. His whip reaching the ground, embraced by his firm fingers. They two remained looking at each other in silence – she, holding herself like a frightened child, and he, like a god that descended from heaven and landed on Earth.
Her breathe slowed down bit by bit and her arms uncovered her chest, Annabelle's fingers found the ground where she was sitting and rested over the lawn. Suddenly, her turquoise orbs was not trembling anymore and her heart seemed to be asserted. Whatever was going to happen, she was prepared to face it. No word escaped from her mouth, though, neither from his. The only sound that echoed through that landscape was a step, he came a little closer. Anna gazed his whip, than looked into his eyes again and when she was ready to say 'come on, do it' a familiar voice screamed at her back:
"Stop!" Annabelle recognized that timbre, it was the girl that helped her once. "Don't you hurt her!"
"Careful, Kagome!" the archer's partner was at her side, his screechy voice was very familiar as well. Annabelle looked behind and saw him, dressed in that red kimono, ready to draw his sword. "Sesshomaru, why do you want to hurt this woman?" Inuyasha asked.
"Naraku cares about her." The yokai said nonchalantly, now looking at his younger brother.
"Annabelle is just another victim of Naraku, please, leave her alone!" Kagome bravely asked him.
The daiyokai stared silently at Anna once more, his globes made of pure gold analyzing her from her toes to her ginger locks, stuck on her every shape, and so she did to him, they seemed to be trying to unravel each other in such a gesture, and their attempts failed.
Kagome ran to the outlander girl and offered her shoulder for Annabelle to lean on. The woman, still disoriented, accepted the help and stood up clumsily, held by the younger lass arms.
"Naraku was vulnerable and absent-minded because of this woman." Sesshomaru threw the information to the wind, facing Inuyasha once and for all "He was reckless as he never dares to be. He is a halfbreed after all, this must be common among people of your kind." the man's comment was fulfilled of disdain, he was probably smiling, however his body turned it's back to the others and he started walking away as nothing in that place matters anymore.
"You bastard!" Inuyasha yelled from distance, yet Sesshomaru keep moving away until his features vanished into the forest. Any sign of Naraku had turn int dust as well.
"Are you alright?" Kagome asked Annabelle when she heard the red-haired girl moan.
"It is nothing, I just twisted my ankle" when she tried to touch her foot in the ground, an annoying pain prevented her.
"What happened?!" Sango and Miroku asked while they were approaching, right behind came Kirara and Shippo.
"Girl, you are lucky, you know?" Inuyasha crossed his arms and said to Anna "If we weren't nearby, Sesshomaru wouldn't think twice before killing you. And Naraku fled, just as always. That bastard, keh!"
"Anaberu-hime needs a good bath and clean clothes." Miroku remarked, paying attention to the woman's condition.
"You all are so kind to me..." She gazed every one of then while sighing "I appreciate it, but I cannot go with you.".
"If you stay on your own, harmed and disarmed, you won't last long" Sango asserted seriously. "You need help".
"Why don't you stay with us till you are healed at least?" Shippo went closer to her and asked with a large smile on his face.
"I-I..." she was so embarrassed that it was difficult to speak.
"Shippo is right, Anna." Kagome gently spoke to her "Let me take care of your ankle, I have some medicine I brought from home" She suggested "If later, when you feel good to walk again, you still want to leave, that's fine."
The occidental lass sighed while contemplating everyone around her, most of them were showing friendly and sympathetic glances, the last rays of a sun that was ready to rest made them look even more gentle. However her eyes were seeing such a comfort view, her mind was still trapped in recent melancholic memories, since the day she lost her innocence in that damn hovel, till today, when she almost drowned, when she thought she had a glimpse of what heaven was, and she was brought to reality again, then she had to deal with those crimson, mysterious eyes of his. They were so different in that time, though... It was like Anna could feel his cold and wet hands holding her cheeks, even he was not there anymore. Her eyes got blank, fixed upon the grass.
"Hey, are you there?" Inuyasha swayed his hand near to her face, making she blink three times before gazing at him a bit confused.
"Sorry..." Annabelle spoke in low tone and faced him. The halfbreed was the only one in that group who still seemed to distrust her. He did not speak against she staying with them for a few days, nor ever agreed with her presence also. His large rounded amber orbs fell upon Anna looking for any sign of pretending, and she realized it. Belle could not recriminate his attitude though, for the remembrance of those unique rubies staring her deeply remained haunting her thoughts. She saw through them, and she was sure: there was something beyond wickedness inside those eyes. Never before has Naraku expressions been so transparent as in that single event. While remembering that, walking by Kagome's side, her heart almost screamed within her chest.
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He only believed in that woman's actions when he watched her – through the eyes of one of his bugs and inside that crystal moon – being swallowed by the water and sink. The river continued flowing and the birds kept singing upon the branches as nothing ever happened, as she never has been a part of such beautiful scenery. Time passed, and she did not come back to surface.
Yes, the girl would drown.
And what was the problem with that? Annabelle was decided to not cooperate with him, and surely he was tired of trying to convince her.
If she died, her power would go with her to the grave, so Naraku would never have to feel threatened by her again. After all, he was too proud to absorb a human being...
She will give up, when she starts to asphyxiate she will not stand and will come back to surface. Naraku was convincing himself in thoughts, unworried. She would not have the courage. And he proceeded in his belief.
But she did not came.
So, the hanyo felt a sick feeling in his stomach, it was like a cold breeze revolving inside. What the hell was that sensation?! He lifted up from the corner he used to sit in that dark, empty room, hidden inside that enormous castle, and walked towards the vast corridor. Suddenly his steps got faster, and faster and more faster, until he found himself outside, in the center of his desert yard. His breathe seemed to be heavy and accelerated. Before all of that could get even more bizarre to him, Naraku flew to that point in the woods where Annabelle jumped inside a stream. He landed just in front of the riverside, staring straight at his image on the water, having to face his own anguish alone.
Rise, woman! He ordered in thoughts. Come back to surface! – and ordered again, just inside his troubled mind.
Nothing happened.
After a frustrated growl escape his throat, Naraku dived into the river and found her in it's depths. Her waist was tied to a stone by braided vines, her arms were stretched up, swinging with the river flow, and so was her dense locks of hair.
He took her wrists and pushed her with such a force that those vines munched instantly and faded, then her body lost the rock's weight and was easily carried out the cold waters by the hanyo arms.
Once they were on soil, Naraku laid her down anyhow, then squeezed her face looking for any reaction. She gave him nothing. So, he started to press her chest with his hands, he pressed it many times, hoping water would come out from her lungs, yet he got no results.
It was time to seal his mouth to her, so he did. He blew his own air through her throat, and nothing happened again. Naraku passed one hand next to Annabelle's nose and felt no breathe at all.
"She is dead." And with his conclusion, that feeling inside his belly got deeper, stronger. This time, his throat felt tightened, as it would close, such was his affliction. At last, Naraku caught Annabelle in his arms once more and laid her upon his lap, then he touched her cold face again, his hands pressed her cheeks, her arms, her shoulders and her hands, looking for a single spasm that did not came. The woman stood lifeless and he started to shake her angrily, like she was doing it on purpose, only to drive him mad. Her purple senseless lips seemed to be curved in a triumphant smile.
Soon his agony mixed up with fury. Still tormented, Naraku laid her in the grass again and united their mouths several times, filling her with all the air he was able to share. When he was not blowing his air through her parted lips, he was pressing her chest, and he repeated those gestures in what seemed to be a never ending circle, seeking for any reaction. Yet, why she wasn't responding? Would this be the end?! He kept thinking while trying hard to bring her back somehow, until he had lost hope and fell sitting, defeated. His fingers sunk into the earth underneath him, his lips were soaked by his own saliva and his eyes got cloudy...
She gushed, her body parts started to shake.
Naraku found out a new type of relief in that instant when she followed her instincts and turned her body so she could throw up all waters she had swallowed. The Spider hanyo almost smiled watching her endurance. That cold he felt inside changed to a warmth into his chest, still so, some fear remained inside of him, and it only left his mind when she finally turned, when she saw him there and began to weakly hit him.
While the human was attacking Naraku, his mind was twirling around terror and solace, he was loosing himself inside those frustrations of a being that made so many efforts, for days and nights, since he was born, to get rid of every human feelings and sensations, and yet he was revolving inside for a mortal creature in that very moment.
Fall for Kikyo was enough, he had no need for more distractions in his life. Naraku cursed himself for laying with her in that hovel, his sentence was released as soon as he laid a finger on Annabelle. So the hanyo was deluded when he kept telling himself he would take her only to indulge his own vile desires, and then he would find rejoicing when she found out that he was, indeed, the one who stained her purity. Naraku convinced himself that it was a way to punish her for teasing him every time she found an opportunity and then kept herself unreachable, as she was confusing his senses designedly. However, the coupling was never a simple and savage act without a higher meaning to him. Since it happened, he could never be same. To feel the roses' sweet scent would make him relive the night he had her under his spell, and so he would want miserably make her his, he would hate Hitomi's existence, he would hate her for preferring an ignoble human man than him, just as Kikyo chose to love a pathetic and childish dog hanyo.
His only salvation was Shikon no Tama, the mystic pearl would certainly make him forget what have feelings was like, because feelings were merely weakness. Sentiments would only bring him more torment, and nothing else.
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"Naraku?" A womanly voice rescued him from his recent memento.
He was fingering the golden arabesques carved in Annabelle's L harp when he heard that call coming from the door.
"Kikyo..." He was a bit surprised with her presence in there, it was unexpected. This time, Naraku was not able to pretend indifference, his eyes widened and his youki was emanating intensely, incandescent as a dark cloud around him.
"This is not your room" she said while entering the chamber, then the priestess rolled her black orbs around every corner of that place, just to crave her gaze upon that ostentatious musical instrument she could swear that Naraku was caressing. "Was this the place where she stayed?" Kikyo asked, yet she didn't have to listen his answer to predict she was right, she just had to look down to the wooden floor and notice some white shreds of what once was a dress, the fabric was spread around. At last, she looked at him, finally finding his red globes. "Who is this woman?" She asked one more question.
Naraku contemplated the harp again, the only sound Kikyo could hear was a heavy, deep sigh from him. Of grief? Of anger? She could not guess. Still, however much the hanyo disguised himself behind his masks of derision and indifference, that was one of the darkest hours in his life, the priestess could see it beyond his cuirass of evilness. In front of her, there was a disturbed man – and not because of her, but because of another woman. Naraku was not looking at her anymore, and not to avoid unwelcome remembrances, he was just lost inside another memory, he was struggling against thoughts about a fresh occurrence.
The miko didn't want to stay in there for too long, so she raised one arm, opened her hand and some Jewel shards fell over the floor, in his direction.
"Here it is" Kikyo said.
"Why are you helping me?" At last, he asked before she could turn her back and get out of that room, like she always did.
Kikyo did not say a word, she acted mysteriously as usual. After playing her role, she would leave. Suddenly a barrier formed beyond the door, preventing her to pass through.
"I asked you a question" The hanyo persisted on that conversation, his irritation was visible both in his tone and his facial expressions.
"Naraku, enough of that, you know you cannot hurt me" Kikyo showed herself serene and stood in front of that door.
"What if you are wrong and I kill you right now?" He got closer and when he was at her back, he smirked, so treacherous as he was used to be.
The resurrected maiden turned around and faced him in the eyes, with no exaltation. Her arms stood still at her body's sides, demonstrating no effort to defend herself from any attack. Clearly, the miko was testing Naraku.
His tensioned fingers approached her leisurely, one inch away from her neck, he felt impetuosity to grab it, yet his movements ceased against his will. Naraku kept looking at her, even his hands were paralyzed. The Onigumo's beloved defiant behavior made him even more angry, but all he could do in that moment was walk away and pick up the shards she had brought. Finnally, he came back to where he was in the beginning of that meeting – petrified in front that precious harp.
"Thank you for your services" He spoke as if nothing had happened while his fingers passed through some strings, making a melodic sound echoes.
The miko gave him her back again and went away as sneaky as she entered there, without a word or glance. However, when she was already far from that phantasmagoric building, wandering around into the depths of a nocturnal forest, she considered about Naraku's strange mood and she thought over Annabelle's presence in the hanyo's life. He was changed – she noticed. All she had to do was to find out if such change could put her in danger, or if it was just a fleeting occurrence.
For sure, if the red-haired woman was an obstacle to Kikyo, she would need to nip the evil in the bud.
To be continued...
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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)