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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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Trigger Warning: this chapter contains scenes of violence, with some bloodshed. People who are sensitive may feel uncomfortable, I guess.
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Annabelle wanted to ask the reason of the sudden attack, yet she didn't find any opportunity. Soon, another purifying arrow came after her. The white protective halo shone, embracing her body as it used to do. However, this time even her aura wasn't able to entirely protect her, all it has done was to swerve the bowshot's way, so instead of hitting her chest, it pierced one of her shoulders. The lass cried out of pain, blood poured down, staining the whiteness of the fancy silk covering her forms. She put a hand over the wound, while her body curved ahead, shuddering.
"You left me no choice, girl. I told you to not stay in my way" the priestess said as she shot another of her spiritual shafts.
"But I never wanted to stay in your way, I don't understand!" With one move of her arms, tree roots raised from the ground and formed a shield in front of her, intercepting the arrow.
"You cannot kill him, and your presence is disturbing my plans to do so" Kikyo spoke as another merciless dart was shot. Annabelle jumped aside, then began to run. Plants moved around, responding to her call, building obstacles. Trees fell, making walls, whips twirled around the miko's arms, trying to steal her bow, but her soul collectors started to tear them apart, as they suspended the branches and wooden trunks blocking the path, giving space to Kikyo proceed the hunting. "It is useless to run, soon I will reach you" She warned the foreigner, throwing one more arrow that hit the exterior edge of Annabelle's thigh, making her fall and madly scream. "I need Naraku's heart yearning for me, do you understand?" Kikyo aimed her again, but instead of shutting by the distance, she came closer. Her wounded prey put some effort to raise up and walk away, limping till she could hide behind a tree. "This is pointless and you know it..." the priestess sighed.
"I don't want to fight you, I'll not give Naraku such satisfaction!" Anna shouted between painful moans, while she was pulling out the arrow stuck on her shoulder. When the lass tried to pull the one pierced on her thigh, she ended up breaking it's rod, and the sharpen blade remained inside her flesh. Such was the pain, that she felt like seeing stars, and suddenly her view blurred. Meanwhile her hands pressed upon the wound, trying to cease the red cascade pouring down. Yet, beyond the pulsating ache tensing her limb, there was a haunting memory persecuting her thoughts, feeding the belief on Naraku having feelings for her somehow, for Kikyo's deeds and speech were also confirming such suspects.
"This shard" the miko resumed speaking "it was him who put it inside you. He tried to control you, as he already has done to me, and he failed..." A brief laugh sounded. "You purified it with this mysterious power you possess. So remarkable... It is a pity, girl, I am truly sorry, but I need Onigumo's heart in my favor, and Naraku is falling in love with you..." She was slowly walking around the large tree trunk, becoming closer of her victim in each step.
Annabelle had in hands the arrow she has taken off her shoulder and was squeezing it, keeping the weapon behind her back. While holding her breath, an inner will intensified her luminescence. If that sacred woman has chased her a time ago, Anna would offer her own life without complaining, however, she was no longer the same desperate being who delivered her soul to the water's mercy. At the exact instant, Anna would fight for survival, because she wanted to look into the Spider's scarlet eyes again and rip out the truth about his feelings from his vile mouth. She needed to see him, it didn't matter if such urge could be an echo of the Shikon's shard inside her bosom, or from her own desire. Annabelle would find Naraku, it was a promise.
So, the earth under Kikyo's feet revolved and evolved them, making her body fall ahead, with hands splayed on the dust. The bow slipped from her fingers, falling just at the boot of the red-haired woman standing in front of her, her determined silhouette shadowing the miko, as her burning halo made all soul collectors around vanish in a blink of an eye. Annabelle got down and took the red bow, fastly throwing it away, then, noticing Kikyo would catch an arrow from her back, Anna grabbed the priestess arm and abruptly turned her over the soil. Before Kikyo could raise, or push the foreigner lass, she threw her own weight over the miko, cornering the pale maiden between her legs. In seconds Anna realized herself pointing the same arrow that wounded her shoulder to one of Kikyo's eyes, the lozenge ensanguined blade a few inches of piercing the dilated pupil.
"You are very strong indeed, she is right" the priestess suddenly showed up a smile, her arms lingering on the ground, Annabelle's white glow making her sight feel a bit uncomfortable.
"She who?!" Anna asked in a demanding tone, her fingers squeezing the shaft.
"Your energy is so powerful that I felt it from afar on that day, so I followed the whitish gleam and found you, your sister, Inuyasha... and his friends".
"Have you been with Ailyn?! Is she alright?" There, a part of her animosity seemed to fade.
"I wish you would assume my role and finish Naraku..." The priestess ignored Anna's inquiries and see pronounced those words in a low, seemingly sad tone. "But you love him".
"No, I don't!" She hissed. By that time, the arrow was trembling in her hand. Blood flowed, descending from her shoulder to her chest, and from her thigh to one knee resting on the earth, her light-blue pools tinkled teary.
"Go on" the scintilla of vulnerability was gone, and Kikyo reassumed her sober behavior. "Kill me, or I will kill you".
"I won't do such thing" Annabelle recovered the calmness in a deep inhaling. Then, she broke the arrow in half, threw it's parts to the sides and held the miko by her shoulders, suspending her a bit, so she could get the rest of the arrows Kikyo carried by her back, and once those weapons were into the western lass hands, she simply walked to the riverbank, dragging the injured leg, and threw them into the water, letting the wooden objects be taken by the flow.
"You know I will not give up" Kikyo insisted, still laid down.
"Whatever" She answered impatiently, and soon after some roots emerged, as did some plants nearby, just to catch and keep the priestess captive, at least until Anna would be at a safe distance.
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It felt like a century has passed while such excruciating parade. Annabelle barely felt the wound on the shoulder, in the other hand, the blade stuck into her tigh's flesh was driving her insane. It has already began to swell, and when she would try to rub a finger upon the recent formed bump, the pain was so intense that didn't let Annabelle sneak into the wound and pull the priestly dart out. As she wandered, red fluid's drops poured, leaving a trail behind.
"It will get infected" The daiyokai's voice sounded near. He appeared from between some trees.
"So, you have found me..." She smiled, although her features were denouncing how squalid she was. There was still a sort of sense of humor inside Annabelle in the end, although she could barely keep herself on her feet. To touch the toes on the ground brought feelings of being pinned all over her leg.
Sesshomaru glared at her, contemplating every particularity of the lass' miserable form. The Nagajuban, before clear white, now was covered by dirt and blood. Those red stains were mere details though, what was catching his attention were her exposed legs, yet Sesshomaru was knew for his coldness, even he couldn't conceal the during gaze over the bare skin. Annabelle swallowed slowly, but her tension just increased when the dog demon came closer. Finally she noticed his only arm holding the blue kimono he gave to her, which soon he left hanging on a tree branch, just to silently corner Anna, making she fall sitting over a large stone, moaning in affliction. The sound of flowing waters and singing birds would be so welcomed in another circumstances... Why in that moment would they feel profoundly agonizing?
"I sensed the scent of blood" at last he revealed, his indifferent timbre brought some relief to the frightened woman. Sesshomaru leaned down, making himself reach almost the same high of her, and then, a soft touch of his hand on her wounded thigh awoke her tension back. Annabelle trembled uncontrollably as her nails dragged upon the rough rock. "Hold on" the daiyokai headed, never evading his gaze from hers, his index finger and thumb touching the skin around the injure suddenly widened it, then, he dipped those fingers inside and took the blade out of her flesh.
The lass instinctively dipped her face on that furry accessory adorning him and squeezed his shoulder, nailing the fabric over it. Her other hand grabbed the long sleeve of his fancy outfit, reminding them both the absence of an arm there. Annabelle's reason was so taken by the pain to the point to be unable to comprehend how that move could offend him. She was too busy biting that soft pelt, muffling a scream.
As soon as Sesshomaru pulled the little metallic lozenge out of the gap, he threw it over the grass and shook his hand, making Anna's blood drop of his fingers and, in the end, he simply moved away, making the woman almost fall ahead, not expecting such change of temper from him.
"Wash yourself" the daiyokai demanded, his golden eyes falling upon a beautiful creature bathed in blood. The thin crimson cascades remained descending fron her arm and leg, mixing up with a soaked ginger lock fallen over one throbbing breast.
Even if it was painful, she arose, standing up in one foot, facing the demon who didn't cease his glare on her. Noticing he wouldn't leave his place, Anna said: "Turn around" however, her nerves made her sound arrogant, and that proud yokai never obeyed anyone's orders. Where Sesshomaru was, he prevailed like a marble statue. So, Annabelle started to get distance, limping behind, looking for a corner where Sesshomaru couldn't see her naked, then he warned her:
"That woman is close and yearns to end what she started".
Oh yes, of course. She needed his protection and should be immensely grateful for having him around, the magnanimous lord had to remind her of her littleness, didn't he? Anna felt a sudden anger, her teeth gnashed under the sealed tensioned mouth. She would turn her back to have privacy to undress, yet she always knew how to be provocative and defiant, so she grabbed the robe's collar and widened it open, then her fingers fastly untied it's sash and the piece of cloth fell like a feather, revealing her shapes shamelessly.
Sesshomaru wouldn't let such a thing intimidate him, his eyes narrowed a bit and that was all, not a single muscle has been moved.
Annabelle realized she has behaved exactly like she did with Naraku a time ago, when her darling Kagewaki was still breathing and the hanyo used to hide his face behind a baboon mask. She felt like being watched for the same kind of lecherous gaze.
No, this one is not like that. Anna wanted to convince herself, while she was difficultly going to the stream and entering it's waters. He is superior. The pain made her body spasm, she gasped.
Finally turned to the other side, Annabelle cleaned herself carefully, trying to stop the bleeding on the sunken wounds, the reddish fluid mixed up to the limpid one, being carried away. As she saw the water stainless flowing, it was time to get out of the river and dress up. So, when she was spinning to the rocky edge, a scared scream escaped her throat. Sesshomaru was leaned there, glaring at the woman, holding her kimono in his arm.
Her eyes rolled as she took a deep breath, and when Anna finally found some calmness inside, she went out from the water and just stood there, in front of him, waiting for her clothes to be delivered. As Sesshomaru delayed to give any sign that he would give them back, Annabelle raised one hand, in a silent and polite request.
He is doing this on purpose. She got irritated. All because I told him to turn around. Annabelle nodded her head with no more patience for little games.
"You need to bondage it." He said, focused on her shoulder and thigh.
"With what, my lord?" One of her eyebrows arched.
The irritation faded when the ginger lass saw him tore a big piece of his own sleeve and offer it to her. So she got that fabric, ripped in two parts and covered the injuries. After a deep sigh, Anna retrieved her humbleness. "Thank you..." although her shoulders got down in defeat, her eyes kept locked with his.
She thought at last he would give her outfit back, however Sesshomaru kept that kimono upon his arm, while glaring at the woman as he was studying her every shape. More and more, that awkward silent gaze became unbearable. What the hell did he want? Seeing the daiyokai give one step closer made Anna cover her breasts behind one arm and her womanhood with another. Then he finally offered the kimono to her. The lass felt an instantaneous relief and fastly got the garment, throwing it on her body, such was her rush that Anna found some difficulty on tying the sash, for her fingers were trembling hard. She could see the daiyokai's insistent look, was he having fun on watching her clumsy movements?
"What?" By then Belle's mood was completely ruined, so she asked harshly, her cheeks discretely blushed, and to get it worse, that kimono's skirt was tight and it's fabric rubbing against the injured leg was very inconvenient. For the first time, she thanked Naraku in her thoughts for putting that jewel shard inside her chest, for she could feel the wounds already starting to heal. "What is it?!" Annabelle almost shouted. "Your tongue will not fall if you speak anything!" Although her lack of temper, Sesshomaru held her wrist and pulled her away from the river. She hissed, feeling her leg ache. "Bloody hell!" The lass cursed loudly, seeing he walk around her. She spun her own body, accompanying his steps, intending to never let him at her back. Then, all of sudden, she felt fingers holding her chin, keeping her face lifted into those aurum brightened pools' direction, so emphatic that petrified her in place, Annabelle almost suffocated.
"This Sesshomaru wanted to understand what made Naraku get interested in an ordinary human...". There, something unprecedented happened, he entirely smiled. "But you..." His nose tip approached the wet strands of hair over her pale cheek and smelled it. "You are not as ordinary as it may seems, isn't so"?
"I'm not..." the words poured down easily.
"What are you?" He asked.
"I'm so tired of this question..." She moaned the confession. "Please, let me go" one of her hands laid upon his wrist, yet Sesshomaru didn't undo the contact.
"This Sesshomaru demands an answer" his fingers squeezed her face a bit.
"Alright!" She snorted. "I inherited my mother's gift. In my family, the firstborn women of each generation are blessed with the power of controlling Nature's elements. That's all!" As Anna spoke, her other hand grabbed his, trying to take it out from there, to no avail.
"That priestess said you love Naraku. Is it true?" He squeezed her jaw.
"Were you in there, watching everything?!" She sounded outrageous. "Release me" her tone grew firm and even darker, so were her eyes.
"Answer me, woman" Sesshomaru discretely growled, his deep and velvet voice puffed on her face.
And her hands were covered by that warm, eburnum veil of light. The daiyokai felt an intense burning beginning on his wrist, reaching his fingertips, so he subtly moved away from her, stretching and contracting the fingers, snapping them.
"I already have to deal with one yokai treating my like his possession, I don't need another". This time it was the Scottish lass who came a bit closer, her aura glowing around her body, illuminating that landscape.
"A half yokai" he reminded her, not leaving his spot.
"I don't give a damn for such nomenclatures" she said firmly, staring at him. "I am my own owner and I am the one who writes my own story, whatever shall happen to me, it will be because I chose and not because any of you have imposed it to me". Ah, yes, choices, Kagewaki had taught her that lesson. "You being a complete yokai and being stronger than me will still not make me submit to your will".
"Careful with your tone, woman..." the Lord of Western Lands warned, lowering his face ahead, a bit next to hers.
"I am not afraid of you" she spat, unmoving.
"You lie" he smiled again, very discrete and brief though, mysteriously it disarmed her. So, Sesshomaru just turned away and began to walk. Annabelle stood still, visibly confused. "Come" He stopped for an instant, calling her without looking behind. Finally that great daiyokai had returned to his origins, expressionless and distant.
"How do you expect me to walk like this?" She pointed to herself, her foot still not touching the ground.
He spun on his feet and went to the female human again. Out of the blue, Sesshomaru's arm entwined Anna's waist and brought her tightly close. The dizzy woman's features were asking him a thousand questions that were answered by the simple gracious jump of his feet, making him fly high in the twilight sky, while having the fair Annabelle Rose under his wing.
The view of the forest from above has amazed her, so she let herself stop thinking on the recent events to enjoy the best gifts Mother Earth had to offer, the firmament painted in orange and pink shades, adorned by some blinking stars and a few clear clouds, high trees were dancing in consonance as the sundown breeze ran through them. While the foreigner was stunned by such gorgeous canvas, the white yokai was secretly looking at her.
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"Damn you, Sesshomaru!" Naraku couldn't hold that curse and it blew through his teeth as his shouki emanated impetuously, making his large raven locks float above, his wrath being shared with all those arthropods yokai sprawled by the hidden room, all parts of himself.
The jaded face soaked in mucus had in it the mark of a wild rage. Through Kanna's glass, he has been watching the latest events without being able to do anything. Kagura was cloistered, receiving the deserved punishment for entering the basement and seeing him on his original form again. For Kohaku the hanyo had other plans, and if he had sent Kanna, his window to the outside world would be lost, this just couldn't happen, not in that day. Oh, but seeing Inuyasha's brother's claws around Annabelle's waist was taking the best of him. Jealousy was screaming in agony inner his being and nothing could keep it silent. Each Naraku's rotten piece have been consumed by the insurance's thrusts, making him curse his halfbreed condition even more. Yet, he needed to be patient, for in the first breath of morning his body would return to it's usual form and so he would be able to find means to retrieve her. Until then, Naraku had another card to play, which he would make use right now.
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They arrived to a flying Arurun. Sesshomaru left Annabelle sitting over the dragon's back, beside Rin. The girl celebrated their return, and Jaken just sighed in relief.
When the little child was telling how she and the greenish yokai had spent the day, the Scottish lass felt a sudden twinge inside her chest while she could swear having heard the so knew galant and deep voice inside her head:
Did you think you were free of me?
The image of her tormentor smirking wickedly twinkled in her eyes and Anna almost believed she was seeing him right in front of them, calling for her.
"Miss Anaberu?" Rin tried to get her attention.
You can never get rid of me. You are mine, Annabelle Rose, and very soon we will meet again.
It can't be! The lass covered her mouth with her hands, as it could restrain her gasping, her racing heart, as the passional fire fighting to dominate her.
To be continued...
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I know the chapters are getting bigger. When I wrote this fic in my native language, some chapters were beyond 6k, 8k, and the last ones even got 10k, so now that I'm translating it, I'm dividing it all in smaller parts, but there are times when I let some chapters with 3k or I think it would not be divided in the right place. The next one is already translated and got 4k words as well. I did translate a LOT of chapters already, the bigger ones have 4k words, but most are 2k or 3k as usual. I hope it is ok for you all.
I hope you have enjoyed the chapter, and Sesshomaru's badass moments LOL. Hope Kikyo fans don't want to kill me as well. We are in that part of the story that she still is full of bitterness.
That's all for now, people. Please follow, fave and give me feedbacks, I'll really appreciate it. Oh! And for the ones who have been missing Naraku/Annabelle moments, just wait for the next chapter. Ku, ku, ku!
Kissuuus!
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