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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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I CAN'T BELIEVE I achieved to update this fic to the same point where it is on another two sites! Whew!!!
WARNING: some more Lemon, I hope you're not getting tired ;)
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When Annabelle awoke, she had no idea of how many hours have passed. That was the first time in a while that the lass had been blessed with a tranquil slumber, without nightmares, nor dreams, only her mind resting into the silence. Rolling over the futon, she looked around and bewildered the room she was in. Didn't she sleep in Naraku's chambers? Yet now Anna was staring the golden harp glowing ahead. At last, by the corner of one eye she noticed there was someone knelt nearby.
"Kohaku, what are you doing in here?" Anna asked while settling down, noticing someone had dressed her chemise up and clumsily tied some ribbons of her corset, it must have been the hanyo, she supposed. "Where is Naraku?"
"Master Naraku said he had important things to do, so he asked me to stay at your disposal" the boy faced the floor while his cheeks were timidly blushing.
"Things to do?" Belle got worried, wondering if the hanyo would be plotting any trap against Inuyasha's group and inevitably she wilted.
"Mistress?" his almond eyes lifted to her melancholy visage and showed some concern. Annabelle noticed his consternation and faked a smile to calm him down.
"Since you're here, let me play that song I promised you" She raised and walked towards the harp. Kohaku discretely smiled and went along the woman, sitting in front of her, watching the foreigner settle on the bench, positioning her fingers upon the strings.
Annabelle started to play a nostalgic melody, after few chords her lips parted and resounded soft notes, captivating not only the boy's attention, but also other two creatures' which were sneaking by the other side of the door.
"Why are we doing this, Kagura?" Kanna insipidly asked.
"Quiet!" Her sister scolded in a whisper.
The whitish luminescence evolved the lass as a thin translucent cape, and suddenly that room was so clear that it didn't need candlelights anymore. The turquoise pools gazed the door and locked with the reddish Kagura's glare. A single smile of the foreigner invited the Wind Sorceress to get in and watch her recital closely. Kanna just followed her younger sibling and the two yokai sat around the musician.
Naraku crossed the barrier, returning to the huge gloomy castle. Hovering on the heights, he still could capture an eburnum light shinning through a window, and the hanyo knew very well the one responsible for such brilliance. When he landed upon the infertile soil, something caught his attention. It was a single white flower blooming on that poisonous dark earth. He felt a pressure inside his chest one more time, as the choir of phantom voices sang loudly, intending to warn he was losing his way. Yet, the spider played deaf again and wandered towards the building, crossing the corridors and the door as he was bewitched by the sound of Anna's music. There, at last, the master of the castle faced it's other dwellers all reunited, appreciating the serenade.
There was she, the deity once adored by Kagewaki, so absorbed into every note as if the music could make her move away from everything that made her suffer. Such solace was being spread by the large chamber, placating the audience, distracting them from their Master's presence. Into Kanna's black eyes, even as expressionless as they were, there was a tiny light. Perhaps a frivolous curiosity, still it was something different from the usual nothingness.
Naraku couldn't tell where such situation would lead him, he even wondered about the possibility of Annabelle turn his servants against himself, and then the bluish gaze fell upon him, making his concerns fade into embers while the hanyo feet moved towards to the object of his ruin like they had a will of their own.
"Leave" Naraku commanded vaguely, barely looking at his subordinates, ceasing his sleepwalking steps only when he was behind the lass. His hands rested over her shoulders.
Kagura was the last to leave the room, as silent as the others. Before walking away though, her body stood between the room and the corridor while she was gazing sideways the couple. Naraku sinking his nose on those ginger locks, releasing a deep sigh, reflected into the redness of his incarnation's sight. Annabelle, on her turn, just kept her eyes fixated on the wall, slowly blinking.
She's going to betray him, can't wait to see it. Attached to that hope, the Wind Sorceress went away, and so only the two of them remained inside.
Fingers slid through the red curls, caressed a neck bruised by passionate bites and suctions, and then their tips massaged the inertial shoulders, descending to the arms which already has abandoned the harp's strings and were hanging inanimate. Annabelle raised her pale face and met his disturbed look. Were his touches a solace attempt? In those caresses there was no remnant of malice, into those narrowed eyes it was anguish which was twinkling.
"What is it?" she asked in a low tone, apathetically staring at him. Her cold hand raised and reached his chin, smoothing it softly as a weak breeze, without much effect.
"I shall make Kagewaki cease to disturb your dreams" Naraku unwavering decreed.
The human's apathy faded, and soon a huge sadness took over her every feature. Head and hand went down, no word came out. So, the halfbreed demon knelt beside the foreigner lass and held her mourning face, obliging the blue to meet the red. He saw her lips constricting while thick tears were pouring in such a tortuous silence, only her eyes overflowed, the rest of her being was a morbid muteness.
"Can't you let him go, or you just don't want to?" he asked harshly, even if he feared the answer coming next, and the spider was right to be afraid, for Annabelle would say something he would wish he hasn't heard.
"As long as I still remember, Kagewaki will always be a part of me" The woman stood up abruptly, releasing herself from his touch, then walking to the window.
"I see" He didn't leave his place, kneeling in front of the empty bench, with his hands closed into fists while his sight was focused on nowhere.
"My father loved my mother profoundly" her sudden change of subject made Naraku's anger turn into confusion. Meanwhile, Anna was touching the rice paper as she proceeded speaking. "Although I was a little child, I remember very well how they gazed each other and showed their affection. How he admired her! Her charisma was so big that made my father look faded by her natural glow, and you see, like in this land, in my country men use to overcome women in all aspects of life. Still, my mother was the leader of our family, and my father loved her so much that he never cared to live under the shadow of that great woman".
"Why are you telling me these things all of sudden?" he remained where he was, just staring at her cautiously.
"For a long, long time I couldn't understand why my father has let himself get evolved with another woman so fast..." Anna continued telling her tale, as if she hasn't listened his question. "I didn't hate him though, I never could, he was my father after all. Yet, for so many years this resentment resided in my heart, for my mother had barely been executed for witchcraft and he was already in the arms of another, such a vile, sordid woman..." The eyelids sealed for a while, she inhaled deeply, recovering her strength. "He introduced us to Amelie in Paris, pretending they have met in there, and so he let she enter in our lives bit by bit... but the truth is that, still in Scotland, while my mother's body was rotting in the bottom of a river, my father was already laying with that viper, and I believe that is the reason why he barely cried for his real wife's demise. The death of the supposed love of his life" Anna wiped her humid eyes and swallowed many times, till her vocal chords ceased to tremble. "I have judged him in silence, cursing him for surrendering himself and dishonored my mother's memory, and take a look at me now" In the middle of some tears, an ironic chuckle was released. "And although I feel guilty, I don't feel a glimpse of remorse. I would do it all again" at last, she turned to him and gave the first steps to a proximity.
As for Naraku, he seeked the right words to respond to that situation, however he didn't find anyone. As Annabelle closed the distance between them, more palpable her perdition seemed to be.
What have I done? He asked himself, grieving while the human arms entwined his neck. Immobile, Naraku felt warm lips covering his, the salty taste of tears reached his tongue. The arachnid wasn't able to close his eyes, nor retrieve her embrace and her suffering kiss. Annabelle insisted though, and pressed her chest against his. Her heart beating firmly, even if it was broken. At last, Naraku found himself compelled to break the union of mouths, just to hold her devotedly tight.
Annabelle had no remorse. He, on the other hand, didn't know what to do with so much repentance. Naraku could have made her forget everything, the lass' mind remained open to his manipulating skills, and he was still reluctant though, the single thought of taking her memories away made his stomach swirl in disgust.
"I need you" she murmured, her chin resting over his shoulder.
Hell. That was the definition of such occasion to him. Having her into his arms, making such confession could never feel heavier. Naraku pressed her body against his closely, hiding his despair behind that flaming curled curtain. His warm breathing puffing over her neck ended up waking her lust one more time, and she would definitely not swim against this tide. So, those human delicate hands fell upon Kagewaki's usurper chest and subtly pushed him away. Naraku was about to complain, yet his voice got suffocated inside his throat as soon as he saw the lass ripping her clothes out fastly, violently. The scent of her arousal was so intense that numbed his senses, stealing any possibility of a reaction. All he could do was shudder when her desperate hands began to undress him. Her lips tasting his flesh while the pieces of fabric were going down, her nails bruising his chest, his belly and the spider mark, made his body arch behind. When they both were bare, graced by the soft light of a candle, her voracious mouth devoured his, then it started to delight itself onto the skin of his chest, the tip of her tongue drawing the lines of his belly muscles while her body was leaning down. He groaned a reminder of her recovering condition, and Naraku meant to make her stop, yet a hand grabbing his mast made his eyes roll and his reason blur. His head lifted up at the moment Anna licked his entire length eagerly, till she reached it's inflate tip and sucked with that same urge. It was too much to him, all the hanyo could do was moan low, huskily, entangling his fingers on her hair. Eyes constricted, lips parted, as his youki was begging to be released and he denied it, holding his breath, gasping at the wet pressure on his pulsing phallus, while fingers were massaging his balls full of seed, the sound of her delighted moans pushing him to the edge. Sweet, sweet hell!
Assuming his defeat, Naraku just got her into his arms and settled her upon the futon, tasting his own flavor into her lips while putting a hand between her legs, he noticed she was already soaked by erotic fluids. When his body pressed hers upon the sheets, her joints tensed. "Your back" Naraku said, turning her to one side. His fingers stroked the wounds, then he licked some drops of blood formed by the friction, making her shiver and rub her hips against his manhood. The hanyo took her then, this time a bit more carefully though, as he pushed himself inside in a delicious cadence, he rubbed her clit with two fingers.
Oh, his member filling her core, his sharply breathing, his wet kisses upon her neck and shoulder, and his irresistible touches stimulating her button, soon provoked a burst in her whole body and she shook against his forms. The contractions of her walls frantically squeezing him eventually brought his release as well, and this time he was successful on restraining the beast within, although his instincts has been screaming to bite, to scratch, to consume.
In the end, after he pulled out from her gap, Annabelle turned her body and they stood laying together, face to face, staring at each other mysteriously, trying to decipher gestures and features, locked within that cycle till Annabelle fell asleep. Then, after a long sigh, the victorious loser sat cautiously, looking at her for a while longer, until finally leave Anna alone with her ghosts, like he would have to face his soon.
In another chamber of the decayed castle, Naraku had to deal with the jewel, protected by a barrier, with two candles by it's sides.
Get rid of her. The voices insisted. His head throbbed in pain to the point he needed to seek support on a wall.
"No!" The hanyo vociferated as his youki emanated furiously. "No..." He repeated, whispering this time, while getting out of that room, going outside to sit on the veranda. His eyes focused on the little flower, blossomed in the desert, protected even from his miasma, a tiny miracle to remind him of what a simple mortal could do.
Do I love her? His chest ached for the thought. If loving someone meant to feel the pain he have been forced to endure, then love must really be a curse.
The castle's protective dome suffered a small rupture, putting Naraku on alert. The ghost from his past came down from the skies, being carried by her faithful soul collectors.
"Kikyo..." He whispered in astonishment.
Her delicate feet touched the dark sand, a few inches from that peculiar white flower. Silent, the priestess leaned down and softly touched it's petals. Naraku glimpsed a brief gleam of tenderness on those haunting eyes, for seconds he saw through the clay doll the woman who lived in those lands fifty years ago, confirming that he hadn't entirely forgotten her. So many were the sensations, so many were the misfortunes...
"She is here" the miko said convictly.
"I will not allow you to touch a single strand of Annabelle's hair" He raised up, staying on guard at the entrance.
Kikyo stood up as well, and then she smiled, disconcerting her enemy. "I don't need to do anything else" The miko sighed. "I just want to talk to her".
"You will not get any closer to her, Kikyo".
"Let us see what she decides" She glanced at the door, the same mysterious smile adorning her pale lips.
Naraku saw a shadow on the floor and looked behind. Annabelle was at the entrance, listening their conversation.
"Go back to your room" He commanded, yet she didn't obey. "Annabelle, are you listening to me?" He insisted, the woman wasn't even looking at him, all her attention was engaged on the visage beyond the flower.
"I have been with your sister again, I know where she hides". Kikyo told, stealing a surprised reaction from the foreigner. "When there is a opportunity, come find me. I wish we had a conversation" and that was all. Seconds later, the priestess was already hovering high, vanishing beyond the barrier. When she was gone, the hole on the forcefield has been restored.
As soon as every trace of the miko was vanished, Annabelle left the door, walking inside the building again. Naraku's firm steps sounded right behind her.
"It's a trap, Annabelle" he held her arm, spinning the lass to him. "Kikyo wants to kill you. You are not going".
"The decision isn't yours to make" Anna released her arm from the hanyo's touch, her eyes shimmering insubordination. "Good night..." Then her fingers stroked his cheek gently, while her lips touched his parted ones in a chaste kiss. Naraku contemplated the woman's parade to her room, an anxiety bubbling into his stomach. He couldn't feel more confused about everything he had experienced during the last hours.
To be continued...
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So, here you have a bit more information about Annabelle's past. If you get confused about those fragments of information, don't worry. In future chapters you'll learn more.
I hope you're enjoying this journey so far.
Have a nice weekend, see ya!
Kissuuus!!!
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