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In a New Light	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 17606 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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In a New Light
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I make any profit from this story.
Warning: There will be lemons in this CHAPTER.
(A/N: I nearly forgot to post; lost track of the days since I'm on break and have nothing to keep me on schedule. Lol. This is one of my favorite chapters, so I hope you enjoy it too.)
Chapter 34: Someday

(A/N: Spoiler alert! During episode 144, after visiting with Hosenki's son, before Kagura delivers Hakudoshi's message.)
Kagome hadn't been able to get the foreboding stir to leave her ever since their encounter with Hoshiyomi. The niggling thought about objects of power overcoming demons, it only expanded as she contemplated the possibility, and earlier today, one object of power was suddenly thrust into the forefront of her mind: the Sacred Jewel. 'How could I have not realized it sooner, no wonder I had such a bad feeling. It was so similar to,' her thoughts paused, 'to Naraku and I, but does that mean he could get possessed too? Oh no.'
With these worries in her mind, she did not hesitate when he called to her in the night, sneaking away after her bath. She knew she was likely going to get reprimanded by Inuyasha for leaving on her own, but she could not make any other decision. She had to make sure the jewel was not taking over Naraku. She ran through the forest, following the heated compass at her chest as it led her to the entrance of a cave. She entered tentatively, having learned the hard way a few times that caves were not always as comforting as she would hope, but her amulet continued to urge her on. Rounding a corner, she saw a flickering light, a fire, and leaning against the wall was Naraku, waiting for her.
He watched as she appeared, and gauged the constantly fluctuating emotions cross her face. A bright smile lit up her face upon seeing him, but fell as she lapsed into her thoughts, troubling thoughts by the look of it, then determination as she crossed the distance to his side and looked at him intensely, "What are you searching for?" Her eyes roved over his body, lingering on his eyes, and his right shoulder, where he kept the jewel, before relief flooded her aura.
"Its nothing, I was just thinking," she dismissed his question. 'Good, he does not seem to be possessed at all. The jewel doesn't seem powerful enough to control him like the Naginata did to Hoshiyomi.'
Whatever caused her unease, she solved it on her own, and so he let it be. There was no point in dwelling over anything unnecessary, "Wait here, I need to erase your scent trail." He left her by the fire as he walked to the caves entrance, calling on the power of one of his demons, an elemental being. He summoned forth a fierce storm or turbulent rain. It would wash her scent from the earth and prevent Inuyasha from tracking her down. Tonight, she belonged to him. He returned and settled down on the cold ground behind her, pulling her back to his chest and making her sit in his lap. She melted into his embrace, having nowhere else she would rather be.
Having the chronic condition of not being able to stop talking, Kagome grasped for anything to make conversation out of, "So, the last shard is at the border between this world and the after life, huh? I wonder how it got there." She shivered at all the memories associated with that place; Sesshomaru's poison claws, the piles of skeletons, and the constant eerie feeling that pressed in on her. "I certainly never expected to have to return to that creepy place."
"You have been to the afterlife?" he was taken by surprise at her claim, thinking over the obvious, albeit incredulous, result, 'and returned alive? Humans should not be able to accomplish such a task.'
"Yeah," she clarified, deciding it would do no harm telling him about this adventure. "Inuyasha had a black pearl from Hosenki in his right eye. Sesshomaru took it out and used it to go to their father's tomb. That's where Tessaiga was hidden. The pearl won't work anymore though."
"Interesting," he acknowledged. She had given more information than she realized. This border between worlds must not be as harmful to humans as the afterlife itself was. He could now plan for if she decided to follow, and not try to keep her away.

The inu-tachi was sitting around their own campfire, beneath the bows of a great tree, just waiting for Kagome to return from her bath when a thundering crash echoed. The sky had darkened suddenly, clouds saturated with rain rolled in and the liquid poured from their holding cells. The earth was turned to a muddy mess in seconds and Inuyasha had to make a split second decision to go retrieve Kagome and risk being sat, deep into the sodden earth, or wait for her to return. "Uh, Sango, do you think you can go check on Kagome?" he asked, figuring this would be the best way to keep from being plummeted into the soggy ground.
"Sure," she agreed, and ran off through the rain, but when she returned empty-handed and with no clue where their friend was, Inuyasha ran off to try and check for a scent. The rain had already washed away all traces, and her belongings were also missing.
"What the hell?" Inuyasha yelled. "Don't tell me she decided to go take a walk and got caught in a storm. I can't track her scent in this downpour!"
"She couldn't have gone far," Miroku advised, "I'm sure she will head back. There is no sign of a struggle, and we didn't sense any demonic auras, so I don't think she would be in any danger. Let's return to the campsite and wait for her to return."
"You can return if you want, but I'm going to go look for her," Inuyasha declared before bounding off.
"He's always so impulsive," Sango shook her head. Both her and Miroku assumed she ran off to Sesshomaru and would be thus untraceable for the time being.

Peering through the dark, lit only by the fire, Kagome finally managed to make out the size of their dwelling for the night. The smoke from the fire escaped through a crevice in the ceiling, and kept the smallish room plenty warm. Along the back wall, she identified what looked to be purposed as a bed, topped with that white baboon pelt Naraku sometimes wore. It would be plenty comfortable for the night, and she knew he set up these comforts solely for her, not needing any of this himself. It was comforting knowing he spared such concern for her. Kagome noticed how his visits slowly shifted from appearing for a reason, such as when he would show her things for tactical reasons, to simply appearing just to be with her, like tonight. As she sat comfortably in his lap, he didn't even move to seduce her; he seemed perfectly content just holding her close and inhaling her scent.
A strand of his inky waves tumbled over her shoulder and she took it gently between her fingers, coiling it around her fingers lovingly. He was still after the jewel, she knew that, and he would also be after Kikyo's life once he figured out she was alive. Even now, she could still feel the festering hatred buried deep. 'Maybe if I get him to talk about it, I can help him. Its never healthy to let negative feelings fester; every instance she heard of great tragedies, the cause was oftentimes unresolved emotional baggage,' she rationalized. Taking a deep breath, she entered into a conversation she hoped she would not regret, "Why do you hate Kikyo so much?"
His movements stilled, undoubtedly startled by her sudden question, "Why do you ask me that?" He was stalling and she probably knew it, but he was not sure how to answer that question.
"I just, want to know your provocation. Last time I brought up the past, you were rather vague and evasive. Instead of giving me a clear answer, you twisted the conversation around on me," she explained softly, but he did not answer. "What exactly happened between Onigumo, you, and Kikyo 50 years ago?"
"Have you not already heard this story? I was sure it would have been retold by your companions," he resorted to his fallback story that he told many times over. "Kikyo harbored that fugitive, Onigumo, in a cave until he offered up his body to the demons to be reborn as myself, Naraku. At that point, I sought the jewel, but it slipped beyond my reach."
Kagome sighed, realizing he was using the same lines, putting up a front in defense, "I sense far more hatred than that would cause. Like, why would you hate her simply for caring for Onigimo? And the jewel leaving this world would have been frustrating, but not so much so that you'd seek her life still 50 years later. It's never made sense to me before, but I think it's because there is more to the story. I just want to know your motivation towards killing her." She took to referring to the first time he killed her so she would not slip up again. 'I want you to be happy Naraku, and I'm not sure if that can happen until you've moved beyond your past.'
The silence was tense, wrought with uncertainty as she waited to see if he would tell her more, or push her inquiries away again. "Very well," he finally conceded. He took a few deep breaths as he ordered his words. This was the part of the story he never let anyone know, not even Kikyo knew all of this. "Onigumo lay trapped for many moon cycles, nearly 4 seasons, that much time alone and inactive… He asked Kikyo for death on each of her brief visits. She would never grant that mercy but rather, force-fed him to postpone his suffering."
'That much time, anyone would go insane from that,' she realized sadly just how much the thief had gone through before he gave into the demons.
"I guess when she realized no one would approach the cave, she began speaking more, telling him of all her sorrows and regrets at not being able to have a normal life," he slowly continued. "Maybe she saw a similarity between herself and the crippled man. She told him everything, spoke on any topic, and lingered longer than her duty commanded. Onigumo, finally had a reason to stay alive. He looked forward to Kikyo's daily visit, watching the shadows tell the time as the winter sun strewn inside the mouth of the cave. There were times when Onigumo lusted for her, and times when he wanted to see her broken. As rare as it was, her smile would enliven him and he even worried for her safety as well as hated her for going away. She was his only interaction; he transposed multiple roles on her in the growing insanity. But even in that state, he was content, as long as she kept returning. But that did not last," his voice darkened, "when Inuyasha came into the picture that spring. She lost all interest in speaking with me, rushing through her duties to get back to him. For a long time, I had no explanation. It wasn't until she didn't even show up, but instead sent young Kaede to tend to me, that I learned why. I was able to pry the information out of the naïve girl, whereas Kikyo remained unforthcoming."
Kagome noted Naraku said I and me instead of he; Naraku always made a point in differentiating between himself and Onigumo. Even if that was the case, those memories and feelings appeared to be shared between them, it was a blurred line. He composed himself during a brief pause, giving her time to think over his words.
"Onigumo couldn't take it anymore. The loneliness became too much. That's when he decided that he'd rather sell his soul to the demons and see her again, than give up. Once I was born, I followed her, even saved her life a few times, although she was not aware of it," he went silent for a second, remembering how he had skewered demons she hadn't noticed in battle. "I could never get close enough to speak to her. Every time she sensed my aura, an arrow would fly straight for me. Either that or Inuyasha would give chase. I realized I would never even get to speak to her as long as Inuyasha was alive, and concocted a plan to eliminate him, but that plan did not pan out, as you already know. Instead, Kikyo lost her life."
Kagome listened intently, watching the emotions he tried to conceal cross his face, becoming animated, angry, pained, and even remorseful. There was no stopping as her tears spilled over in response to his suffering.
"Why do you weep?" he inquired, unsure of where she would find pain or sadness in his story. He didn't speak of killing anyone she cared about, only his own experiences, and certainly didn't aim to hurt her with his words.
"I just wish, there was something I could do to take that pain away for you," she sobbed, swiping at her tears futility. He didn't bother trying to deny anything, she saw right through him, and he let her. "I don't like to see you hurt, Naraku. I want to make you happy." The under-toned meaning to her words being, 'I want you to be happy with me.' "I understand how it feels, you know. In a way, what Kikyo did to Onigumo, Inuyasha did to me. One can't help, and shouldn't be blamed for, who their heart falls for." 'My heart has fallen for you, after all. I only hope you can come to feel for me, what you once felt for her, that someday, our love, can overshadow your past and take away that pain.'
Kikyo cared for Onigumo at his weakest moment. It began out of duty, and then her words were simply to sort out her own feelings. She used him. Kagome had also seen him at his worst, when he was recovering at Mt. Hakurei, his body in pieces, disassembled, and grotesque. Yet, she accepted him completely, even in that form, she kissed him, she was drawn to his mind, not his body. All of her actions were without a shred of selfishness or greed, no underhanded scheme behind it. This girl, she has already given much more than Kikyo ever did. Not only that, she cried for him, wept over his most painful memories. Unbidden, but not unwelcome, the thought rang through his mind like the shattering of a glass prison, 'Perhaps, the jewel will not be needed after all.'
Letting his gaze fall back down onto her compassionate face, her expression took his breath away, 'She's looking at me the same way Kikyo looked at Inuyasha 50 years ago.' She had never expressed it to him in words, but her eyes spoke it clearly, Kagome had fallen in love with him. 'She, loves me? Does she really, is it really true?' Even after he caused all her friends such torment, murdered hundreds, no, thousands, and exposed her to such atrocities cruelly, she still, looked at him with such undisguised vulnerability, such unsullied love. He could feel it radiating off her skin, pulsing with her heartbeat, shining in her eyes, and he never wanted to lose this feeling, the feeling of her love. "You are mine," he told her in a deep voice, but did not miss that in truth, he was likely more hers in this moment than she was his. In his attempt to ensnare her, she caught him instead, and he was not opposed to such a dichotomously atypical relationship, not with her. His words would not do justice to this throbbing in his chest, this nearly painful clench he felt as he looked into her eyes. If words would not work, he would show her instead.
He let his fingers tip her chin up and captured her lips in the gentlest kiss he had ever given. She gasped into his mouth, no doubt surprised by the stark differences in his behavior, giving him passage into her sweet mouth. He could still taste the salt on her skin from her tears and it coupled perfectly with the honeyed taste of her tongue. He did not grope at her hungrily, or demand a thing of her. Gone was the ferocity that he had taken her with before, preplaced with the rarest of desires, the desire to give everything, to her. He would make this a night to remember, for the both of them. Only she would ever see him like this.
He wanted to see that look in her eyes again; that look that spoke of a love so wholesome. A look that said, "No matter how many people you kill, I will never leave you. I will never hate you." Even if he took her to slaughter a village tonight, of course she'd fight and beg for their lives, cry against him in pleading, but in the end, and as he's covered in the blood of innocents, he felt like she'd still return to his dangerous embrace. For once though, he had no desire to see her love tainted, a pure love that burned bright for him alone. That light, he would leave intact, just this once. It made his chest ache, and yearn to do nothing but hold her for eternity. He nearly confessed this to her on the spot, but let his hands do the talking instead.
Kagome's heart was skipping wildly, her mind frantically trying to figure out what was going on as he ever so gently, but firmly lifted her from his lap and brought her to the bed of pelts laid across the cave floor. She had laid with him more times than she could count, yet he had never kissed her like that, with so much emotion flowing freely, and with touches so gentle. She was not sure what to make of it, and struggled to match this unexpected tempo. If she didn't know better, she would think he was actually making love to her, but that was impossible, right? This was Naraku, it was foolish to think he would express love to someone like her, but the more he touched her, caressed her tenderly, she was beginning to think that maybe, he just might be.
Piercing fangs, razor claws, noxious poisons, she was used to these biting into her flesh, stinging and ripping into her, but never had she envisioned these same tools skimming along her skin without shedding any blood. Slowly divesting her of her clothing, his focus migrated down her slender body, toying with her most sensitive areas and only increasing the sensation. When he went further than her navel, her head shot up, suddenly nervous about where he was heading. He had never gone there before, not like this, not with his tongue. His typically frenzied style was get her just wet enough to enter then pound away, sometimes he didn't even need to prepare her. She knew she had to be plenty soaked by now, and yet he continued teasing her, gliding his fingers, claws, lips, fangs, and tongue ever closer to the pinpoint location that triggered her bodies reactions. When he finally ran the slicked appendage over the nub, she bucked clear off the bed into him with an unrestrained moan. He let her writhe as he continued his assault on her swollen flesh, relishing in every sound, every scent, sight, and the feel of her small hands fisted in his hair. He shattered the building dam when he ran his elongated tongue into her channel, feeling her shudder around him and convulse, propelling sweet nectar. And yet he did not stop, raising her peak higher and higher, when he finally would grant her release, it would be the most all-consuming, soul-shattering experience of her life. He would make sure of it. It did not take long before she was shouting out her pleas for him, begging and writhing wildly, and he slowly, made his way back up her body. Meticulously touching every inch of her just like he had on the way down. She whimpered, the slowness of it all putting her senses in overdrive and she was about to crash in a fiery explosion if he kept her waiting.
He traced his fingers up the tender insides of her arm, making her lay flat and he worked his body up hers. At some point, when her body was being wracked and her mind in a blinding fog, he removed his own clothing, and the skin on skin was the most amazing feeling she could ever recall. His weight pressing her into the furs and his fingers entwined with hers caused her breathe to shudder; that simple action felt far more intimate that anything else he'd ever done with her. Her mind regained coherence long enough for the shocking realization to hit, 'Is he… this is not just sex, not just a down and dirty rut, I didn't believe it before, but now I'm sure. It feels like, he is making love to me.' Her breath caught in her throat, not able to get the air to move either direction as tears found their way to her eyes again.
Naraku would have been worried over her reaction if not for the smile that accompanied the salty droplets, 'She understands.' He caught the streams with his tongue, licking from her cheekbone up to the corner of her eye, and with his eyes locked onto hers he rocked his body into her, firmly, but gently. The fur tickled at her sides and slid between their interwoven hands as he continued his passionate display of emotion for her. She could not stop crying out of sheer happiness and his tempo never increased, continuing to build onto the massive crescendo, slowly accumulating force without the rush of release. The combination of the emotional release, the mutual expression of just how much they needed each other, and the steady caresses so deep had Kagome mounting a pleasure so high, she would give anything to ride it out with him.
The words she held back for so long out of fear of his reaction flowed freely, "Naraku, I love you."
He did not stop his movements, but she caught his breath hitch, "Say it again."
She tried to look into his face, but he had it hidden from view, buried against her neck. It sounded like he was pleading. "I love you," she did as asked.
"Again," he insisted urgently and she could feel the trembling of his body, even as his movements continued.
It was then that she realized just how badly he needed this; how badly he needed to really feel cared about. Over fifty years, and she doubted anyone had ever spared him any concern. She would gladly give him what he needed without reserve, "Naraku, I love you, with all my heart. You and only you, no matter what, I will always love you!" Her words had them both bursting in sync, his hands left hers and instead wrapped around her body holding her tight to him in a shuddering grasp. Kagome's touch, drove away the reoccurring pain from resisting his instincts, and he relaxed against her, breathing in her scent.
Untangling himself, he looked intensely at that spot on her neck that drew him in, the same spot his mark would eventually rest. Running the backs of his fingers over the tender skin, he thought about just marking her now but knew his many enemies would hurt her to get to him; it was too dangerous, 'I cannot afford to lose her.' Speaking softly, he told her this, "Someday, when it's safe, I will make you my mate."
'Does he really, want me, like I want him; to be with me forever. Does this mean he loves me too?' she wondered wide-eyed as he again wrapped her in his arms, laying them down on the pelt and covering her up to protect her from the chill air of the cave.
"Sleep, I will be here when you wake," she was too overwhelmed to object, and just cuddled closer and let her eyes close. 'So, I did not need the jewel after all.'

(A/N: *Author scoots to edge of seat and refreshes page every ten seconds checking for reviews.* Please, Please, Please!
This is not the end end of the story, just the beginning of the end.
Also, I have a tendenciy to forget to update on this site, but update weekly, without fail, on fanfiction dot net)
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