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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 26: Making a Better Life
(A/N: There was question of where Shippo has been for the duration of the story thus far. For the moment I'm basically following cannon; he comes and goes from the fox demon inn. Kagome is still his mom, but he is more independent than a human child would be and thus is capable of being on his own. He will have a more prominent role in the future, pretty much same importance level as in cannon.)
(A/N: +77 years, Early Fall.)
Naraku's expression soured before Kagome could discern why, but after a short ways, the far too familiar sight registered to her; there had been a battle here. The ground was littered with dark splotches; dried blood that marked where a dead body had once lain. Fresh dirt had been overturned, undoubtedly to bury the dead. From the amount she could see, at least one side suffered heavy casualties; she hoped it wasn't the innocent one.
The streets were lined with people rushing about; villagers that kept their gazes on the ground and soldiers that observed as valuables were gathered. The village and castle beyond had been invaded. Kagome kept herself tucked against Naraku's side as they passed a group of soldiers.
"Hey you! Stop right there and give us your belongings," the first called after Naraku. His rich attire spoke of wealth to them. Kagome gripped his sleeve tighter; she knew what was coming. Naraku turned towards them and his red eyes flashed; it was their final warning.
"What is that?" another asked, taken aback at the red-eyed man.
"What is a demon doing here?" an older male recognized the increasingly rare occurrence whereas the younger had never seen one. They had been dwindling as of late; spotted less and less frequently.
"Kill it!" the rash youngster charged, spear leveled to impale the demon, but did not get within 10 feet before he was skewered by one of Naraku's tentacles. Seven other spider-like legs sprouted from his back, ready to strike at any time. The two other men brandished their weapons as their comrade coughed up blood, and called for reinforcements. Naraku had lived through this scenario many times; it was always the same. These humans had no idea what they were up against and would do no better than to kill themselves on his sharp appendages. The grunts were of little interest; he needed to find their commander.
Oppressed villagers peaked around corners and through windows to watch as the demon slaughtered the same men that had stolen from, killed, and raped their families. They were unsure if they should be relieved or even more terrified.
Normally, Naraku would have found this to be quite enjoyable; a pleasure to watch these humans flee in fear, writhe in pain, and suffocate in their own blood. Except, he was supposed to be avoiding stress for Kagome. His gentle mate winced as each person charged at them; flinched as each person was cut down, but said nothing. She understood the cruelty of humans; had witnessed it for herself. Sometimes, killing was necessary. There was no telling what these men had done to the villagers; she didn't want to think about it.
"Stay close," Naraku spoke, positioning Kagome at his back as he made his way towards the castle. The less she saw, the better. He kept a pair of barbed extensions curled widely around her; sheltering her from the carnage. It did not work to stem the tears; her pregnancy hormones flooded her eyes from the situation she found herself in. There was so much blood; so much death. "Do you wish to wait here?" he suggested as a way to spare her the sight he was sure to find within. These men were painfully predictable.
"No," Kagome choked out, shaking her head. As gruesome as it was, she wanted to stay at his side.
Inside the castle the scene was much the same; sentinels swarmed at them before painting the walls red. Once the trespassers were dispatched, those dwelling inside the castle emerged speculatively from their servitude to peer at the fearsome demon. They observed him protecting the female at his back, those who had been around for the last few decades knew he had never brought anyone here; the sight was peculiar. He was unmistakable though; this was without a doubt the same terrifying demon that made infrequent appearances and sent the castle occupants into a fear-induced frenzy.
The would-be Shogun that had taken over his castle, the filth had selected his chambers. Stalking through the halls like he owned the place, which he did, Naraku fell the grunts without a second thought on his way to the leader. The slender rice-paper door slammed open but the Samurai barely even looked up. The burly man lounged on the bed, swords within reach, and questioned unconcernedly, "Who are you?"
From her place behind Naraku, Kagome caught sight of a battered woman, with blood smears on her inner thighs, lying in the corner of the room. Without thinking, she burst from behind Naraku and ran to the girl, checking her over and healing her wounds. The signs made what happened to her obvious; she was brutally raped by this, this scum.
"Brought me another wench, I see," the man remarked, making Kagome grimace. Naraku's eyes glowed a bright red as an unrestrained growl escaped. Stealing from him was infuriating enough, but referring to his mate in such a crude way was unforgivable. The man noticed his mistake immediately, but far too late. The people in this castle had thrown hilarious threats that a horrifying demon would kill him for this, but he thought they were meaning it as a karma sort of thing, not a literal demon. The fearsome creatures rarely dwelled anywhere near humans and never interacted with them. How was he to know? Not even having the chance to flinch, the man found himself held up by the throat; his hands grasped futilely at the root-like thing cutting off his wind-pipe and circulation.
"Don't need to bloody up this room any more than it already is," Kagome remarked apathetically, not even looking over. She had no compassion for men who forced themselves on women. Whatever punishment her mate settled on was undoubtedly well deserved.
A pleasurable chill ran down Narkau's spine; he loved it when she talked like that. It was rare and got his blood going, like she was encouraging him to kill, but he also understood it was her way of requesting he take the human elsewhere to brutalize him, "To the dungeon it is then."
It took about a week to get things in order after they arrived and wiped out the unemployed band. Those living in the region took the news of them staying with mixed emotions. On one hand, their new lord was a fierce demon that effortlessly killed countless men, there was no telling if they would be next, on the menu, or made into slaves. On the other hand, this demon could protect them from invading forces. Only time would tell which was the greater evil.
"Should we send for Mira and any other villagers from Edo that want to move now?" Kagome asked as she settled on the floor next to her mate.
"I already have, as well as sending word to Shippo at the fox demon inn," she responded by hugging him. "Inuyasha will have to inquire as to our location next time he passes Edo." He had been wandering a lot lately; avoiding all the humans other than the few that didn't discriminate against him for being a half-demon.
"I want to check on the injured villagers again today," Kagome told him; knowing he would want to come with her. He wasn't comfortable enough to let her out of his sight yet; he would accompany her until they were certain the village and castle were safe.
"After breakfast," Naraku amended, which didn't please Kagome. Breakfast meant nausea; which meant swallowing more of that nasty remedy. "After tending to the injured, we will erect a barrier around the castle." He needed to ensure she would be safe, and their mixed barrier could accomplish this. He would have done so sooner, but she had been fatigued after using her powers to heal everyone. The pregnancy undoubtedly attributed to her lack of energy as well; she seemed incapable of functioning without a midday nap. "Come."
"There," Kagome wiped her brow, "that should help with the pain." 'Had this always been so exhausting,' Kagome wondered as she wrapped the man's leg, covering the herbal paste she had just applied. 'What I wouldn't give to have my old first aid kit restocked.' Doing things the old way was hard work, and her powers could only do so much. If she tried to insta-heal the entire village, she would surely faint from overuse.
"Thank you, Priestess Kagome," he groaned. He had been around when she first started tending to the injured; he witnessed her use of holy powers and connected it to her title, as many others had as well.
"Young Lady, you are a priestess?" a portly man overheard and approached the unfamiliar woman. He was dressed in a lavish kimono, the type of attire the mercenary band would have surely taken from him.
"Uh, yes," she stood up and wiped the hair from her sweaty forehead. Something about this man made her uneasy. Everyone else was rushing about to set the village back into a livable routine, but this man seemed to be doing nothing of the sort. Not a speck of dirt settled on his clothes and his hands were too smooth to have been doing any work. "Who are you?"
"Thank goodness," he clasped his hands together in praise. "I am the village headman; I speak on behalf of these people. A demon has taken over and we need your help to be liberated from the beast." Kagome nearly stumbled back at the harsh words he used. Liberated? Naraku had done nothing to harm them. "We believe he has taken female captives for entertainment purposes. Many of our people reported having seen a frightened young girl being taken into the castle. Please, you must help us."
Kagome realized the "young girl" had probably been her; sure she probably looked upset, but it was not due to Naraku. As such, they were accusing her mate of atrocious actions. He had freed them, and they respond like this! "Ingrates; this is how you show gratitude!" her temper flared. "Just because he's a demon, you're this quick to turn on one who just saved you? I'll have you know, my mate is not forcing anyone to stay by his side." Her emphasis caused the man to take on a look of complete disgust. "I choose to stand with him." Where had he gone, anyways?
"Whore," the man pointed a stubby finger in her face. "You dare call yourself a priestess when you lay with monsters. You are not welcome here!"
"Kagome and her demon saved me," a woman spoke up in defense from a nearby bed, "after that horrible man…" She paused, clasping her arms around her body, unable to voice the rest of the sentence. Kagome recognized her as the same young woman that had been bleeding on the floor when they first arrived, Ori. "I owe them my life; that samurai was going to kill me."
"Me too," another person spoke up. The soldiers had been called away from beating him when they turned to fight the demon.
"And me," a young boy with his arm in a sling added.
"My children won't be taken away to fight now," a mother professed tearfully.
"Our wives and daughters are free their vile touch," a father sat with his family in his arms.
Stories continued to flow around them; the outpouring of support touched Kagome's heart. This man, the village headman, represented what she feared most about moving here. She feared that they would not be accepting of her and Naraku, but these villagers, standing up for her and him, showed her it was possible.
"Don't you people understand," the headman continued, "this demon could do all that and more!"
"Is that so?" the short man froze when a deep, unnatural voice sounded behind him and all eyes were now concernedly anchored above his head. "You are right; I could do all that and more." The man turned and began backing away. "Especially towards one who causes my pregnant mate to fret unnecessarily," the lethal warning in his voice caused the man to wet himself in fear. "Pathetic." The man fled and Naraku turned his attention towards Kagome, "Are you finished here?"
"Yeah," she looked around the village square with a smile, making sure everyone had been treated. "I think I got to anyone."
He began leading her away. "Wait," Ori called to them. "Demon," she addressed the formidable figure, trembling on her knees under the piercing red gaze. No one seemed to know his name yet; no one had thought to ask. "B-by what name should w-we call you?"
"Okumo," Kagome looked at him curiously; that was the surname he went by in her time, but he never used it here before.
"Lord Okumo, Lady Kagome," she prostrated herself before the pair, "please allow me to r-repay my debt." Kagome reached forward and pulled up the frightened girl; she was not comfortable with someone bowing to her.
"You may stay at the castle if you wish," Naraku was a little thrown off, people swearing loyalty to him was not exactly a common occurrence. Perhaps the girl could be a maid for Kagome.
"Kagome!" Mira exclaimed. She rushed into the private garden, leaving the male who escorted her looking lost and bewildered. Knowing the young woman as she did, Kagome could only assume she had pulled a Miroku on his backside. It was amusing how that trait persisted; even more so how it did not stick to just the male offspring. Mira seemed to also have inherited the tendency toward inappropriate fondling; it was a miracle the flirty 14 year-old was still untouched.
"Mira, you're here," Kagome greeted before being whisked up into a hug, which Kagome only returned with one arm; the second was instinctively guarding her stomach.
"We're all here," Mira cheered. Her parents, siblings, and many other relatives; wisely, they followed the guarantee of safety. Tales of dangerous demons and murderous armies continued to be passed down in the slayer-monk family; they knew what cruelties Naraku's presence kept away from the village.
Ori watched on with a bewildered expression, "Lady Kagome?" Was she to stay, or leave them?
"Lady Kagome?" Mira repeated teasingly toward her friend and mentor. "That has an interesting ring to it."
"Just 'Kagome' is fine, Ori," she corrected for the umpteenth time. "Really, he won't get mad." Ori looked down, seeming to be too fearful to even make eye contact for too long. Kagome couldn't really blame her; she had been through a lot recently.
"Scared of Naraku?" Mira surmised. Most people were; it was no big stretch to assume so.
"Naraku?" Ori asked gently.
"Naraku Okumo," Kagome used both names, saving herself a more complicated explanation. She could only assume he introduced himself as Okumo to throw off anyone who knew and hunted him, such as Sesshomaru. Not that they were anywhere near the western lands, but Naraku was very cautious by nature. Back when they fought against him, his back-up plans had escape routes and his escape routes had back-up plans. It was why they could never catch him.
"Ori, is it? I'm Mira," the outgoing, younger girl introduced herself, barely giving the other time to nod. "Naraku isn't so scary." Ori didn't look convinced.
"Hmm," Kagome thought about it before posing the question, "are you afraid of the dogs that hunters use to track prey?"
"No," she answered simply.
"Even though they could rip open a deer's throat?" Ori shook her head to Kagome's inquiry. "Why not?"
Ori hesitated, "Th-the hunters restrain them."
"Think of Naraku much the same way," Kagome explained. "Yes, he is plenty capable of vicious acts, but he won't do anything that makes me sad. And I would be very displeased if he killed for no reason. Just show him respect and he won't hurt you."
"Just don't tell him you two just compared him to a dog," Mira laughed to herself. That would be a sure way of getting on his bad side.
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