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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.

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Kikyo was finding some difficulty on passing through a swamp. As she walked, her legs seemed heavy, even the priestess was using a wooden stick to help her movements. Her gaze focused on a large tree, covered by moss and fog. As soon as she reached one of it's roots, something like a door opened on the trunk, inviting her in. Kikyo got the bow she had a hard time on rescuing after confronting Annabelle and left an arrow in position, aiming ahead.
"This will not be necessary priestess. I have no intention on getting in a combat against you" a female voice resounded from the tree's interior, apparently calm.
Kikyo crossed the door, discovering that it was a portal in fact. After passing through a green light, she saw herself inside of a covert, or something similar. The wooden walls had vines covering most of their length, the only furnitures was an old armchair, some shelves with books, and there was a black caldron, full of boiling liquid, in the middle of the space. In the shadows, a familiar shrouded woman was standing.
"Welcome to my humble home, priestess" She got down the cloak, revealing the golden curls and the eyes so blue like the red-haired lass' ones.
"You are almost identical..." Kikyo spoke, analyzing the foreigner features. "If wasn't your hair"...
"Ah, yes, I heard that more than a thousand times. Shall we skip that part, please?" Ailyn mocked, walking around the caldron till she was next to the newcomer.
"You have attracted me to this place, have you not?"
"And you tried to murder my sister" she could be smirking, yet some resentment was clear into her gaze. The Red Rose laughed bitterly, making the priestess narrow her eyes in suspicious. "Poor you".
"What is it all about, girl?" she hissed.
"Turn it down, and then we can talk" Ailyn pointed a finger to the arrow aiming her since the moment that miko has entered her secret spot.
A bit reluctant, Kikyo did as the blond lass asked, remaining in alert all the time though.
"Priestess, I know who you are, yet you don't know me, therefore I shall introduce myself. I am Ailyn Rose, and as you can see, I am Annabelle's only relative alive. I believe you wish to know why I had leaded you to me. Do you not?"
Kikyo silently nodded, then waited for whatever would come next. Ailyn showed a satisfied smile and stood up in front of the caldron, her visage reflecting on the bubbles while her hands rested over the metal edge. Although that recipient should be incandescent to the point of causing the most terrible burnings, nothing happened to the soft skin covered by velvet black gloves. The greenish light of a gemstone adorning a ring on her little finger captured the priestess attention.
How many cursed jewels must exist around the vastness of this world? She mused, while stepping closer to that caldron, staying by the other woman's side. "What do you have to tell me?"
"To tell? Oh no, I will do better than that" The liquid once agitated subtly stopped. "I will show you" the green color suddenly adquired metallic tones, allowing Kikyo to see her own reflection first, and soon those features changed inside that mystic mirror and the image of two little girls, one ginger and one blondie, playing into an ordinary wood, was painted like a watercolor canvas.

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Annabelle opened her eyes for once and sat upon the futon, gasping. She felt a twinge of pain in her back, rubbed her fingers over her lumbar and it had a cut, she was wounded. The events from hours ago still looked like blobs into the highlander's head, she even doubted they had happened, until her eyes lowered and captured the familiar cloak covering her shapes. That purple, noble fabric with a red and a white rose embroidered for her very hands, she recalled. Her memories were still where they belonged, unfortunately. With a knot in her throat, Anna looked aside, there was her golden harp and ahead, a familiar wooden chest that once kept her clothes inside. Everything remained exactly the same. It was her room. No, her luxurious captivity.
At last she still remembered not only her love story with Kagewaki, but also the torrid consummation of her sin, as she surrendered and let Naraku's web entwine her. Annabelle couldn't decipher what exactly she was feeling about the last passing hours, but there was something that she knew though: there was no remorse inside her heart, and maybe because of that she hated herself a little more.
Why didn't he erase my memories? She was so confused.. And do I really wish to forget? That was the last question Anna dared to ask to her conscience, at least for now. She wanted to avoid a headache. So, consumed by apathy, the woman raised and dragged her steps into the fancy musical instrument's direction. By there, one finger touched a string, making a brief sound. Someone knocked at the door.
"Who is it?" She asked, not giving too much importance, nor even turning around to see who was behind.
"Mistress?" a juvenile voice, strangely familiar, sounded before the door being slid. "Master Naraku sent me to fetch you, Kagura has prepared a bath for you" Respectfully kneeling, the boy didn't dare to raise his gaze, for he had noticed the lass' body was covered by nothing more than the velvet cloak.
"Kohaku..." finally she turned to look at him, surprised and moved by the boy's presence. The remembrance of that child, dazed by Naraku's commands, trying to pull the jewel shard off his back while Sango was drove by her own despair just made Belle's heart freeze in pain. So she went to the little lad, got down in front of him and touched one of his shoulders. "It's alright" She said serenely, making him blush a bit more, still lowering his head and vague eyes. "I'll dress something".
He twirled to the other side, just to let her comfortable to get dressed. Annabelle didn't want to waste time pulling every single layer of fabric that a full outfit requested, so she just dressed one of her white chemises, it was soft and wouldn't press against her still aching skin that soon would be submerged into warm waters.
At last properly covered by some fabric, the lass let herself be guided through the dark corridors by the apprentice of slaying demons. The air was dense and heavy, she could sense.
"Kohaku, may I ask you a question?" During the way, she broke the silence, showing discrete curiosity.
"Yes, mistress" he answered timidly, walking ahead.
"Do you have any vestige of memories about your life before you were living in this castle?"
"No, nothing at all..." he said reticently.
"And how do you feel about it?" Anna couldn't contain herself, and suddenly one question became two.
"I don't know mistress, I think I don't care" his tone prevailed calm and submissive.
"Don't you feel a bit sad about this?" She pushed him involuntarily.
Then he ceased his steps, turned his front to her and gazed the woman, confusion trembling his sight. "Is there something important that I must remember, mistress?" A peculiar gleam shone into Kohaku's brownish eyes.
"Oh, no... I..." Sango, he must remember her! "I mean, I just wanted to know how you feel, if it doesn't bring you anguish to not recall anything, to not remember your family, if you had parents, brothers, sisters..." her heart was racing by then.
"Something inside tells me to not remember, or I'll be in great suffer because of it" He confessed, that woman's presence was making him feel a strange peace within and a feeling of sheltering. He could swear that in such darkness, she may be the only light.
"So you feel better for not remembering anything?"
"Yes" the boy said convictly "Shall we go, mistress? Kagura is waiting".
"Of course" she sighed. "Forgive me for asking so many questions, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable".
"There's no problem" he bowed, and then resumed on walking, Annabelle did the same. They stopped in front of an open door, inside the big room there was a large rounded wooden tub. Kagura looked impatient as always, with arms crossed and back rested against the wall.
"Kohaku" before entering the room and has to deal with Naraku's moody incarnation, Anna spoke with him once more "Go to my room later so we can talk, I may play a song for you, if you like" she smiled.
"Ah, yes, thank you mistress!" surprised and with cheeks burning red, the boy smiled sillily before fastly moving away. He was still a child in the end.
Kohaku is just a boy and his innocence remains intact. Would it be because he lost his memory?
"I won't stay here the whole day, you know? And I'm surely not your maid to give you a bath!" The complaints of the Wind Sorceress cut her out of her thoughts.
"Good to see you as well, the most likeable person I've ever known!" After a deep breath, Annabelle joked and got into the chamber. "You may leave, I can do it myself".
"Naraku told me to keep an eye over you" She spat.
"Then you can stay quiet over there, don't need to do anything" Anna spoke, less impatient than Kagura, yet not much in a mood as well. All said, the foreigner took off the chemise and climbed the steps leading to the tub's side. Suddenly she heard the female demon muffling an interjection. The human gazed the yokai tapping the mouth with one hand and asked: "What is it?" Then she settled within the warm, perfumed water, feeling an immediate relief.
"Have you already seen what your back look like? How can you move without collapsing in pain, being just a simple woman?"
Annabelle couldn't see the wounds behind, however she had noticed the dark bruises on her wrists and ankles, as she did feel pain on her neck and shoulders, which she supposed would contain purple marks of violent kisses and bites as well and she couldn't care less. The lass washed her body, cleaning the injuries, knowing that the shard inside her flesh should be working on the healing process. The greatest pain laid within her soul. Flashes of hours of profane caresses were painted into her memoirs, making her eyes half seal. She sunk into the water, filled by those reminiscences as they were happening just now, making her skin shiver in desire just to think about them, willing to surrender again and again. Such carnal pleasure could turn into an addiction, and again, she didn't mind at all. If Kagura wasn't in there, Anna would probably try to relieve herself on her own. Instead, she pulled out of the water gasping, leaving the tub and wiping her body in a rush. The Wind Sorceress showed her a western dress in her hands.
"Huh, I can't believe Naraku wasted his precious time just to order new garments for you. He should be very jealous because of Sesshomaru's gesture" She chuckled while glimpsing that long white dress with some details in nacre colors, accompanied by an elegant lacy corset and a low silky, almost transparent, layer.
The ginger lass didn't say a word, but just took delicately that outfit for herself. Kagura knew the woman would want some privacy, so after raising her shoulders, the yokai walked towards the door. Yet, before she would leave, Anna's voice made her stop for a little while.
"I wish you no harm, Kagura. There is no reason for treating me so harshly, I would never do anything to hurt you"
The yokai sideways gazed at her and left, leaving the guest without an answer. Annabelle could hear her fast and heavy footsteps resounding over the wooden floor and understood that attitude as a proof of refractoriness, so she didn't gave much attention. The most important was to get dressed, and another vivid memory was of how complicated the process of getting dressed into a garment from her homeland could be. At last, after putting every layer of fabric on it's place, the White Rose slid her fingers above the skirt, and then stroked the ribbons that went from her belly till the neckline. Anna twirled, not much excited, soon she arranged her wet hair, looking at nowhere with her beautiful empty eyes.
"Far more better this way" Naraku's deep voice sounded by the entrance.
She turned her body slowly, till she was facing the owner of her thoughts. Although her reason yearned to know why he hadn't erased her memories yet, the rest of her constitution shuddered at the moment she laid eyes on him. The hanyo came, dressing his classic dark purple kimono, full of delicate embroideries. His gorgeous hair was half tied at the top of his head, while some shinny velvet locks spread over his chest. So handsome, so elegant, he was an exquisite picture of a feudal lord. The heat grew inside Belle's core once more, making she give hurried steps to him, and the owner of the castle just did the same, as if they were wondering who would arrive faster. When they were close enough, staring at each other's eyes deeply, without trading a single smile, he asked:
"Any regrets?"
"No" Annabelle did not even blink before that answer. She could have doubts about almost everything in her life, about who she was and what she felt, but not about that evening.
As much as it hurts, she did not regret it at all.
To be continued...
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Just as a matter of curiosity: I named this chapter "In her all conscience" in tribute of a song called "In all conscience", from Epica, my favorite band that last year had their 20th anniversary show and it was AMAZING!
Well, sorry for this crazy fan moment LOL
Hope you have enjoyed the chapter, in the next one things will get HOT again. Ku, ku, ku, ku! (Naraku vibes) :)
Kissuuus!
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