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Hidden Hanyou	By : SheShar Category: InuYasha AU/AR > General Views: 7988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Though the mason jar she was drinking from was a little less than half full, Kagome tipped in another dollop of Russian liquor from the sizable bottle Naraku had brought for his visits, followed with an even heftier splash of pineapple juice. She had been sitting, alone, in the dimly lit kitchen since dusk, with only the radio for company after she had brought Inuyasha his dinner.
Earlier that evening, she had knocked on the wall to ask him if he wouldn’t rather join her at the table for supper, but received silence in response to the invitation. “Fine,” she spat, wounded. “It’s on the floor when you’re ready.” And she had set the tray noisily onto the floor adjacent to the wall of his room. She strode to the kitchen, angrily pouring herself a cup of tea and ate alone, before deciding to shower. But rather than hop into bed after, she threw on her favorite blue dress, the same she had worn the night Inuyasha had arrived, braided her hair, and grabbed a bottle of liquor from her closet.
Now it was nearly midnight and Kagome sat at the kitchen table, bare legs crossed and raised uncouthly upon the tabletop, alternately sipping from her cocktail, chewing on a hunk of cinnamon milk bread that she had bought as a special treat for Inuyasha, and flipping through the pages of a magazine a customer had abandoned sometime last week.
What was she going to do?
After her initial date with Naraku Takeda, Kagome was prepared to cease all communication with him at once. She was not attracted to him, nor did she think they had much in common, but somehow, for whatever reason, she continued to welcome him back, week after week, until one evening she had to admit to herself that she was in some sort of casual relationship with the man. Was it that he brought soap and bags of rice every time he came to call? Perhaps it was the wads of cash he left on the living room table, a small token, he called them, of respect for her ailing mother?
Kagome wasn’t sure how to interpret the offerings. She had tried to politely decline the “gifts,” however he refused to acquiesce; the gifts were hers to do with as she pleased, and that included sending the money to her mother. Kagome was both overwhelmed and suspicious of his generosity. Though she was appreciative of his thoughtfulness, it felt wrong to take such gifts (particularly the money), especially since their relationship was neither official or serious. At least, not on her end.
Swirling the drink in her hand, Kagome smiled ruefully at how easily she had been manipulated. In hindsight, everything was clear, but at the time, all Kagome could think about was helping her mother and grandfather.
Then, about a month after she had begun to see him, Naraku informed her that he had been stationed south of Tokyo and would remain there for the foreseeable future. Kagome was relieved to be free of the burden, of the awkward conversations and long bouts of silence that made up their evening dates, and assumed that once he left that would be the end of it.
Two weeks later, however, Naraku had called, asking if he could come to dinner. She had agreed, very reluctantly. He arrived with an envelope of cash, a large bucket of laundry soap, and a small cart load of groceries—all of which were brought in by a man Kagome would know later as Bankotsu Isobe.
“You look lovelier than the last time I saw you. Yellow is becoming—you should take care to wear it more often,” he cooed after Bankotsu had left.
“Naraku.” Gathering courage, Kagome turned to face the imposing gentleman, not wanting to chicken out before she could end the relationship. The commander, however, interrupted her at once.
“I have received word that the mayor of Tokyo is looking to build a Purification center in the area. He needs a sizable tract of land, near the major streets.”
“I see,” she responded politely, though she did not.
“They are interested in the shrine land. And they want it as soon as possible.”
Upon hearing those words, Kagome’s heart slammed against her chest. “They can’t have it. I won’t sell it.”
“Well you see, my dear, that doesn’t matter because they are planning on taking it without an offer. As a religious shrine, the government does not consider the land and home to be privately owned, but under government control. They will be here on Monday to serve you the notice to vacate.”
“But it’s Thursday! They can’t. I’ll file a petition, I’ll—” Kagome scrambled for a suitable counter argument.
Naraku’s thin, rubbery lips stretched in a comfortless grin. “Oh, Kagome, you have no idea how these things work in times of war.” He looked at her, in a hungry way that did not make her blush, but blanche. “It is not a matter of your needs, but the government’s wants.” He took a step towards her. “I can see that you do not fully believe me. Go then tomorrow to the council and see for yourself. It has been in the works for some time. It is merely good fortune that we met in time for me to give you ample notice.”
“Ample? I’m sorry but this is absurd!” Kagome’s voice rose, her cheeks flushed with anger. “How will I make a living? My business is here.” Kagome sat down on the sofa, her yellow dress fluttering softly as she did. “My family has lived here for generations. My grandmother was the temple Miko. This is my land, my home.”
“Go and see for yourself that what I have said is true. I’ll be back tomorrow.” And with a brief bow, Naraku had left, leaving her sitting stunned on the small sofa, unable to breathe.
Kagome had woken up before dawn and waited for the first civil servant to unlock the double doors to the public counsel. After more than an hour of waiting, she was able to confirm Naraku’s words and her greatest fear. They would be serving her a notice to vacate the premises on Monday. Worse, she would not be compensated and would only have until the next Friday to have all of her belongings out.
Kagome walked home, dejected and desperate. She would have to call her father’s family and borrow money. But that was only a temporary solution. They were not wealthy people. Who would buy her mother’s medicines? Who would pay to feed her and grandfather? What would happen to all of their possessions? Where would she go? How could she afford her mother’s rent without a job? There were no jobs to be had, the war had seen to that.
True to his word, Naraku came back that evening. Kagome answered the door with swollen eyes, white faced. She did not bother to greet him, but allowed him entrance into the dimly lit house. They made their way to the formal sitting room, where Naraku proceeded to take off his heavy leather coat and lay it across the back of her grandfather’s old chair.
“I will petition the mayor on your behalf,” he began without preamble. “Do not worry, Kagome; as long as you are with me, nothing will happen to your home and I see no reason you should not be able to continue with your little business.”
Kagome could still acutely remember the utter despair she had felt at that precise moment, hearing those words coming from his humorless mouth. The bile rose to her throat, and she began to sob uncontrollably, not caring that Naraku was there, observing her with his cold black eyes. She couldn’t end things with him now. She couldn’t. Not if she wanted to be able to continue caring for her mother. It was too late. She was trapped, and there was absolutely nothing she could do.
She didn’t really perceive his nearness when he approached her and took her into his embrace. She couldn’t really comprehend why he seized her wrist and began to walk towards the back of the house and into her bedroom and she was at a loss to understand why he sat on her bed and watched her expectantly as she sobbed, standing alone in the middle of the room.
Then he did something that shocked her even more—he began to pull off his boots. She had never seen him remove any item of clothing, save for his jacket, and the sight of Naraku Takeda on her bed, slipping his boots off onto the floor, was enough to momentarily quell her sobs. Understanding suddenly, what he expected to occur, knocked sense back into her, but Kagome stood, unnerved, alarmed, and unable to speak.
Unbuttoning his pants, Naraku had then instructed her to take off her own clothes. The young woman had never undressed in front of a man before, in fact, had never done more than kiss. There was Inuyasha for that brief moment when she was fifteen and a neighbor, Hojo, who courted her until he was drafted to join the war effort. Hojo had been a sweet boy, fumbling with his soft kisses while they sat side by side on her couch. Kagome had started to see him the month after her mom had left, when she was feeling particularly lonely, but he was kind and respectful and she was truly sorry to see him go. They had never gone further than kissing, though once Hojo had (possibly by accident) squeezed her breast. She was, relatively speaking, quite inexperienced, and to be ordered to strip naked in front of a man she had only been on five dates with, seemed utterly bizarre.
While she was trying to comprehend the full extent of what he asked of her, Naraku stood, slipped off his pants, and sat back down on her bed, his bottom half fully unclothed. She looked away, embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, I’ve never…Naraku, I don’t think I can…”
Anger flashed through his features, breaking her will. “Come and lay down on the bed.”
And so, against her better judgment, against all that she knew to be right, and against all that she wanted, she had lain on that bed, still fully clothed. He reached over her and under her skirt, skimming her thighs, until he reached her waist and the elastic band of her underwear. He began to pull them off, but met resistance in the form of her hips and bottom.
“Raise your hips.” His voice was no longer polite, but exasperated.
She obeyed, the shaking of her limbs growing more palpable each time his skin came into contact with her own. She had often thought about what her first time would be like. Though she had been warned by her mother and Sango that a woman’s first time could be a little nerve-wracking, never could she have fathomed that she would be lying in bed on the brink of terror.
Over knees then ankles and her underwear was gone and his finger was inside of her; without hesitation, had she bucked her hips, not in pleasure, but in surprise and disgust.
“Argh!” she tried to pull away, but he pushed her back down with his free arm.
“Now, I must inform you that there will be some pain involved. I was merely checking to see if your body was ready. It is not, but that's alright. Besides, since you don’t know what you are doing, I will have to put this in myself.” He picked up the small plastic case he had pulled from his pocket while he undressed. “This is called a diaphragm and it will prevent pregnancy. It would be foolish to have a child during a war, don’t you think?”
She laid there without responding as he opened the case and pulled out a small rubber dome. “I am going to put this inside of you. You should expect some pinching.”
He stuck his finger into her again, this time with the diaphragm on the tip, and though she closed her thighs tightly together to prevent him entrance, he managed to pry her legs apart.
“Please, I don’t want to—” there was a slight pain as he fit the diaphragm in place for her, and she briefly wondered if he had done that before.
“Kagome, I entered into this relationship with the understanding that you were an adult. Adults do things for one another. As I help you, it is your duty to reciprocate. I help you, don’t I?”
She nodded, his finger moving around inside of her as his body inched closer until he was hovering directly over her.
“No, you’ll speak. Do I help you?"
“Yes”
“And isn’t it fair,” he told her, drawing his finger out, and wiping the residue on her exposed thigh. “That you help me? Because if I do not get help,” he positioned himself over her now, with one hand on the bed next to her head, his dick in the other, “it makes it that much more difficult to help you. Do you understand?”
Kagome nodded “Yes.”
He brought himself to her opening, “Then spread your legs”
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Kagome took a long drink, letting the liquid burn its course down her throat. The time after had been just as bad, but after the first few, it hadn’t hurt as much. She learned how to put the diaphragm in herself, and did so before every visit. He had even given her an extra one in case the first should break. Naraku was always efficient and finished within a matter of minutes as Kagome lay stiffly beneath him, eyes closed, hands over her naked breasts. She tried to enjoy it, wanted to kiss and caress and to be kissed and caressed, but she could not with this man, who would pull out, semen still dripping, and walk away without a word to her bathroom to shower.
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