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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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The female human did absolutely nothing to stop him to enter the room, on the contrary, she took a few steps back, giving him some space to get in, while she turned to the other side and began to low her sleeves down, exposing the shoulders. Naraku listened the soft sound of ribbons being fastly untied, then he contemplated each layer of her clothes falling on the floor, wanting to scream, to demand her to stop, however the same inertia took over his reason, making of his body a hostage of it's own impulses. So, as a way to punish her, he grabbed the lass from behind, abruptly placing one hand between her legs, using two fingers to massage her sensitive spot voluptuously, rubbing them against the warm, pinkish, already tumid skin. With so little, Naraku achieved to make Anna's joints melt.
He hated her for desiring him so, he cursed the lustful moans that went through her throat, so deep was his rage that his other hand even grabbed her neck, holding it so tight sometimes that Anna's consciousness oscillated, her sight blurred with her air being stole and returned, while her clit was palpitating with his touches, then finally her every part trembled, graced by the mixed feelings of pleasure and death. She never tried to get rid of his mortal grip, her hands kept down, while her hips leaned behind, rubbing against his front. Naraku's hardness made her eyes roll, and her positive reaction to his violence just turned him madder than before. The spider grunted into her ear and sucked it's lobe, pressing his manhood against her backside, squeezing her throat and toying her button fast and hard till her sweaty body trembled one more time, and then she fainted. The hanyo held her before the fall.
In a few seconds, Annabelle was conscious again and could stare at him. Gasping and coughing a bit, the lass was seeing the arachnid so blurred as an impressionist painting.
"I hate you" He whispered, while carefully laying her body upon the futon.
"I hate you too" at the last word, her shameless hand has already slipped upon his chest, belly, and caught his member willingly. Even if that provocative touch was over his pants, the intensity of it made a deep moan sound from Naraku's mouth.
"Damn you..." He cursed, noticing the lass pulling his hakama down. Yet, instead of moving away, the hanyo just got rid of the rest of his clothes, so he could feel the heat of the skin underneath his, and most of all, he could feel her racing heartbeats, even knowing they would be just physical spasms and nothing more.
Having the sight of that naked body with it's widened open legs under his own, Naraku couldn't resist to pull himself inside her viscous entrance. Annabelle turned her face, looking aside, and such gesture made the hanyo feel uncomfortable, so one hand of his grabbed her jaw, forcing the turquoise orbs to look into the red ones. This time though, she persisted on running from his gaze, and even the strength of his fingers could not stop her face to turn again. Anna bit her lower lip, smoothing a gasp when Naraku began to take her harshly, thrusting inside wildly, hard, time after time, as a punishment for her stubbornness. Soon her voice echoed in short, high shouts at the cadence of his movements, his member fulfilling her channel, it's tip hitting against her depths. Her hands squeezed his nates, nails scratched that milky, firm skin, while her legs contracted up, her whole joints were tense, yet her soaked and burning walls, as her outer and inner labia couldn't help but pulse, pressed, held Naraku inside, swallowing his entire length lustfully, instigating him to keep going deeper into the soaked cave, his hands held the sheets underneath tightly during that sweet infernal copulation. Their chests rubbing against one another, their sharp breaths and moans sounding together, their scent mixing into her sweat drops, hell, she just couldn't keep her head turned, so Anna looked at him again, disappointment and desire marking her features, and this time he was the one who avoided the gaze, closing his eyes tight and touching their foreheads. That sorrowful and delicious act ceased once Naraku released his seed inside her entrance. His fingers finally let the sheets go, while her arms leaned down over the futon, blue eyes focused on the ceiling. They didn't kiss, nor embraced each other. He rolled his body to the side, laying there, also gazing the darkness above them, hearing the noise of their fastened breathing.
"Release the boy" recovering the air, Annabelle appealed "That's all I ask".
The villain laughed in disbelief.
"Please" she insisted.
"What just happened here was an attempt to seduce me?" He asked between the insistent laughing.
"No, my request is an attempt to turn you into someone better" Anna looked at him seriously.
"Forget it, Annabelle. Kohaku is a tool which I am not willing to discard".
"You're right, I don't know what I was thinking when I believed you could be better than this" she said emotionlessly, and then turned to the opposite side. Naraku bewildered her lack of persistence on that matter and locked his gaze into her forms, waiting for any action, or at least for a sight of deception.
Nothing. The human was petrified on her position. The hanyo got up cautiously, turned around the futon and stood in front of that mysterious creature. Her eyelids were sealed, however he knew she wasn't sleeping yet, also he was certain that she has noticed his vigilant position and chose to ignore him. There was no change on Annabelle's semblance. Would she be sad? Would she be angry? What had she became?
What he had made of her?
You don't love me, I even doubt you ever loved Kikyo, but in some twisted, strange way... You care. And if you are capable of caring, there must be some goodness in you. Naraku remembered a moment that seemed as distant as a dream, when the Scottish lass touched his cheek so gently and assigned her belief vehemently. She has been the only one who ever saw any trace of benevolence inside his obscure being, as she has also been the only one who implored him to not give his essence up when they shared the heat of a fire pit inside a rocky shelter in a rainy day.
Walking towards his room, feet hitting the floor intensely, Naraku's mind twirled, always returning to that same memory, missing infernally that Annabelle, and then his conscience would torture himself, making him believe that he has killed her. How could he destroy what he has longed the most?
The spectral Kagewaki's words sounded prophetic. Without noticing, Naraku let an ironical chuckle sound while sitting on the corner of the chamber. His eyes felt burning and irritated, like someone has thrown grains of sand into them. The hanyo rubbed the back of one hand there, and then he saw on it's skin some discrete drops of water. His lips touched that hand, tasting the salty flavor of what should be his tears. They were so few and little that could perfectly go unnoticed, locked behind his eyelashes, captured before falling. He resumed to laugh of his own misery, even that strange pain was consuming him within, along with rage. His rubies searched for the landscape beyond the window and got stuck into the unique little flower surviving his miasma.
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Annabelle's eyes opened slowly, as times before, she wasn't really willing to get up and face the day, or afternoon, or evening, she couldn't tell for sure, there was always the purplish mist concealing the castle from outsiders, that also prevented the rays of sun to grace that land with it's golden light. Sitting over the futon, the human looked to the sides and bewildered having no one but her inside the room. Kohaku would usually be nearby, or even Kagura. However, not a single soul came to visit her at that funereal hour.
Before leaving that bedchamber, the lass approached to the window frame and put her face out. The coppery eyelashes entwined while her cheeks got shivered by the icy breeze. At last, she was still capable of feeling anything. Her eyes opened, and Anna started her walk, getting out the room, crossing the corridors without going to any specific place, just wandering around till coincidentally bump on Kagura in the way.
"Did you sleep well?" The Wind Sorceress asked, sounding nicer than she has ever been.
"I think so..." Belle said reticently, gazing at every corner as if looking for someone.
"He is in that room where Shikon no Tama is being kept" the yokai told naturally, predicting the western woman doubt.
"Who?" The turquoises blinked, still interrogative.
"Naraku" the other woman chuckled. "Who else would it be?" Her amused tone made Annabelle feel confused.
"Is there something strange happening here or am I hallucinating?" She took a step closer to the hanyo's incarnation.
"You, being as sensitive as you are, still didn't realize?" Another chuckle sounded from her red lips. "Woman, I have no idea of what you have said or done, but you must know what happened while you were sleeping"...
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Kagura wasn't feeling sleepy even the hour was late, therefore she was sitting on the veranda, her crimson eyes trying to catch the starry sky beyond the barrier while between sights she was wondering about if there would be a day when she would finally reach the so desired freedom. Although her heart wasn't inside her chest, Kagura could swear she felt it pulsing firmly, and then it stopped as the demoness saw her hateful master standing by her side.
"Naraku?!" She jumped and stood on her feet immediately, prepared to receive any command. Behind the hanyo appeared the boy always used as pawn in the most terrible plots of his. Kagura was convinced that once more Kohaku would have a filthy mission to fulfill and she would be the one to take him to the right place. "What do you want me to do?" She asked impatiently, that kind of task always made the yokai feel uncomfortable.
"Take Kohaku to Inuyasha's group and retrieve him to his sister" The Spider said directly.
"And then?"
"You return to the castle alone" he explained.
"When should I take him back?" She raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding his meanings. Generally, Naraku used to be very clear about his plans.
"He is not coming back" her master started to show impatience in his tone.
"Don't tell me you're going to kill the boy!" Kagura knew she shouldn't feel surprised by any cruel act when it would come from her creator, still she has no wish to see the kid dying so soon.
"Kagura, I demand you to retrieve Kohaku to his sister. Is it so hard to understand my will?" Naraku's voice was deep and low.
"And what about the shard on his back? Shall I take it off?" her brain was about to twirl, so confused.
"Just take him now!" The arachnid shouted, stealing from his incarnation any courage to ask another question.
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Annabelle's eyes almost jumped off their orbits during Kagura's revelation about madrigal time. Her heartbeats increased and then almost stagnated. All her joints melted, dizzy, she thought her body was going to fall down.
"And that was it, Naraku has gone mad. He simply freed the boy!" The Wind Sorceress ended her tale with an explosive laugh of disbelief. "Of course he will chase after that shard soon or later, but..." an abrupt movement coming from Anna interrupted her speech. "Hey, where are you going?" Kagura asked, watching the lass run instinctively to that chamber where she said Naraku has been isolating himself from the world. He did that because of her... The demoness finally realized, and then all her laughter just ceased.
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"Naraku..." she cautiously slid the door and received no answer, yet Anna could feel how dense was the youki emanating from inside. Without delay, her eyes caught his visage sitting in the middle of the room. His kimono's top was opened, it's layers fallen to the sides, revealing his bare back, marked by a spider scar that was sparkling as it was in flames.
He has already felt her presence at the door, even before Annabelle called his name. Still, the hanyo chose to not look at her. His rubies remained locked into the pearl over an altar between two candles. His rigid fingers squeezed his constricted knees. The rage running inside his core was so huge that almost had a smell of its own.
Suddenly, arms entwined him from behind, and a chin rested over one of his tense shoulders. A fastened heart was screaming against his back. She held the hanyo in an attempt of lulling him, bringing in such gesture a feeling of nostalgia about pasting times.
"Thank you..." Annabelle whispered into his ear.
A hand, still rigid as a stone, touched one of her trembling ones.
Finally, a single teardrop poured upon Naraku's chest. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the thin threads of water cascading through the pair of precious turquoises, while those feminine pinkish lips were showing a discrete, yet sweet little smile. Some color has returned to flush her cheeks at least. His venomous energy began to dissipate, there was a small hope in the end – the hanyo thought, and when he could realize, his own heart seemed to be calmed down, so serene to the point his eyes closed and his body melted. The only persisting blackness in that room was a thin halo around the almost complete gem.
"Annabelle..." He murmured, sounding almost like a lament, and she tightened the embrace in response. What have you made of me?
Human. The very known choir told. She is turning you into human and you are allowing it. Wasn't you who longed so much to become a complete yokai?
I don't even know anymore...
What do you really want, Naraku? The woman or power? You cannot have both.
The blood-red closed eyes tightened. As if the ginger lass could feel his anguish, her warm aura gleamed and started to cover his forms, slowly pacifying his chaotic being.
I want Annabelle to be the way she was before. He understood then, that it wasn't enough to have her in his castle, neither in his bed. Naraku wanted to see his lover's happiness. As she has been the first to notice some light into the endless darkness which composed him, Annabelle has been also the first living being who the hanyo has no desire on hurting, nor destroying anymore. For if he would harm her, it would be like piercing a dagger into his very self. Therefore, Naraku chose to give up of an advantage he had, just to see a smile adorning the face of his human lass again and, who knows, maybe in time Annabelle wouldn't need such treats to be tender with him just as she used to be with Kagewaki.
That was the moment when the web caught the spider without he could notice, and suddenly, the predator has become a prey.
To be continued...
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