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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.

Chapter 47: Happily Ever After?

(A/N: Last Chapter! I am so grateful for all the readers that have followed this story, whether from beginning to end or finding it partway through. Seeing my work enjoyed here is helping me to refine the skills needed to write my own book. That being said, if anyone has any critiques, good or bad, parts you did or didn't like, parts I was really strong in or those that need more work, I would love to hear anything you have to say to help better my writing.)

A quick glance at Sango and her brother still embracing on the grass beside him and Miroku knew he needed to keep his wind-tunnel in order to protect them. With it stabilized, it should no longer be a danger. Tightening his fist around the prayer beads, he declared, "I want to protect them."

"Very well," Naraku acquiesced.

"What do I need to do?" Kagome asked him as she went to retrieve her bow and arrows from the side of the well.

"Just as I have told you before," Naraku explained, "you need to desire it." She nodded resolutely and turned towards her nervous looking friend. Naraku sprouted extensions from his back and anchored himself to the surrounding trees, using their root network to keep himself secure and held Kagome firmly in front of him. "You will need to shoot directly into the opened wind tunnel; I will ensure you do not get drawn in."

"I trust you," she whispered as his hands and tails twined around her torso and legs.

"Are you sure, Kagome?" Miroku hesitated with carrying out his obvious instructions. The scene from the maze, of drawing his friends into the wind tunnel haunted his thoughts.

"Yes, Miroku," she stated confidently as she strung the bow. "Whenever you are ready."

"What if it's a trick?" Inuyasha interrupted.

"Its not," was all she gave him, but her tone spoke of certainty. "Now, Miroku."

He gritted his teeth, but decided to trust her, ripping the beads from his wrist and pointing it towards her. He was prepared any second to close the void; at the slightest sign of slipping. When she adjusted to the force of the wind, she drew her firmly held arrow back, and blocked out the chaos around her. Breathing deeply, evenly, trusting Naraku to hold her there she focused on her task. Images of the emotional torment that the curse had caused her friend for so many years, scenes of desperation and pain, of being poisoned and sacrificing himself for those he loved, crossed her mind. She wanted the ordeal settled; the danger from the hole in his hand abated. She visualized a set of chains; torsion lines strapping the gaping hole down and preventing it from widening, like that of a suspension bridge, and a casing around it to prevent hazardous materials from affecting him. She could do this!

Opening her eyes just long enough to sight the depth of the black hole in his hand, she released her arrow with a fierce determination and watched as it struck true. The impact caused a blinding explosion and an earsplitting howl from both beings connected to the curse. The wind dwindled as Miroku gripped his wrist against the pain and Naraku sunk to the ground on one knee behind Kagome, panting hard. When the chaos simmered down and the wind finally vanished, the clearing looked like a tornado had just passed through.

"Did it work?" Inuyasha inquired from the side as he walked over to Miroku.

The monk was staring at his hand like it was the strangest thing he had ever seen. "It's quiet," he whispered to himself, but all heard it.

Kagome's focus had not wavered the whole time, but she was still very much aware of the pained howl her love had let lose during the ordeal. She knelt at his side, checking him over as he regained his breath. "That hurt more than I expected," he told her quiet enough that the others hadn't heard over the sound of their own cheering.

"Are you okay?" she worried. "It wasn't my fault, was it?"

"It was inevitable," he told her. "If I had told you, you would have been too distracted to accomplish your task." He pulled himself back to his feet slowly and she followed. "It seems you have also erected a barrier between his flesh and the curse, poisons will no longer cripple him."

Suddenly pulling himself from his shock, Miroku remembered the ones responsible for subduing it. "Not that I am not gladdened, but why, may I ask, have you suddenly decided to placate us? You could have easily stolen Kagome away for much less effort," Miroku pointed out the extra effort taken, and Inuyasha growled at the other possibility he posed. "Not that I'm suggesting such," he added for his friend's benefit.

"The thought had surely crossed my mind, however, she would then be too consumed in worry for your opinions of her. It sours her aura. I want her attention on myself alone," it was a simple concept, and he was only mildly surprised the others had not grasped it sooner. They never had been able to keep up with him. By pleasing her, he could satisfy himself.

"I'm not sure what you're playing at, Naraku," Inuyasha threatened, still believing the spider demon to be scheming something by pacifying them, "but I will find it out." Kagome knew better, she had seen inside his heart, felt his overwhelming love for her; this was as real as it gets. Inuyasha would understand eventually.

"Mama?" Shippo's little voice finally spoke up. "You're not leaving us, are you?"

"No, of course not," she scooped him up into her arms, comforting the little demon.

'Another obstacle,' Naraku mused thoughtfully. 'So the kit wants her near, and I want her alone, that can be arranged.' Looking around the clearing appraisingly, he calculated the layout with care before a smirk crossed his lips and he pulsed his aura strongly. Conversation stopped and eyes darted straight to him in suspicion. Inuyasha had his hand on Tessaiga's hilt and the monk gripped his staff, thinking that now that Naraku had reduced his wind tunnel he would attack, but his stance did not alter and the pulses of power continued. Kagome was overcome with curiosity as she approached him, wondering what this display was about, until a series of walls suddenly grew out of the ground. They shot up, surrounding the entire clearing and then sprouted a roof over half of them, all before her eyes. "You will catch more flies than a spider's web if you keep your jaw agape as such, my dear," he teased her, causing a swift click as she closed it.

"What was that all about?" Inuyasha growled, seemingly blind to the changes around him. They were all standing in a walled courtyard, with the well as the central piece, and surrounded on three sides by living space. It was large for a dwelling of this era, considering most lived in one-room huts, two rooms if they were of decent rank.

"A phantom castle?" Sango muttered to herself, remembering he had used this kind of magic before.

Ignoring Inuyasha, Naraku addressed Kagome. "It is only temporary," he offered as if discontent with the small size. He had been living in expansive castles lately, and fully intended on providing such for her. "As you can see, Kit, she will not be far."

"K-Kagome," Shippo clung to her, "are you sure he won't hurt you?"

She smiled and tapped her finger to his nose, "I'm sure, Shippo. Want me to let you in on a secret?" He nodded shyly, still glancing between Naraku and his adoptive mother. "Naraku is in love with me," she made sure that no others heard, not that she needed to keep it a secret, it was obvious to all but the most thick skulled people.

They were appeased; it was time they leave. His patience wore thin and if they stuck around, he would just take her in front of them. Luckily, Kagome was of much more sensible mind and along the same lines of thought, wanting to be alone with him, requested, "If its not too much trouble," she handed Shippo to Miroku, "I'd like to speak to Naraku alone. We have a lot to catch up on."

The blush on her face belied her intentions, and as much as Miroku wanted to blurt out some perverted spiel about being completely willing to watch, he instead took the hint to get them out of there. But not before giving Kagome a wink that told of how he knew what she really had planned. Inuyasha fought back the hardest, spewing curses about not trusting that bastard and the like, but one sit from Kagome incapacitated him enough to be carried out. The large wooden door closed behind them, fueled by the magic of the conjured abode.

She watched them leave, and he watched her. How long she had waited, longed to be alone with him again, but now that she was, what was with this sudden surge of butterflies in her stomach? It made it hard to look at him as she jumped between the ideas of running away or straight into his arms, so she just stood there, looking at the closed door her friends had just left through. The gravity of all that just happened finally landed on her and she stood there in awe, buried in her own thoughts. Never had she foreseen things turning out this way, but they had. She still had her friends, and even better, she also had the demon she loved, waiting patiently behind her. She had waited so long, an agonizing several weeks, but so had he. She turned around swiftly, determined to make him wait no longer, and dashed into his chest with an impact that would have toppled even the stockiest of men to the ground. Being a demon, however, Naraku held his ground easily and returned the frenzied embrace. The normally talkative girl was at a loss for words to express just how overjoyed and relieved she was to have him back after such anguished separation.

"I truly regret hurting you," he told her softly, in a tone reserved for her alone, practically tasting the lingering sadness at the torment they both endured. The confident, manipulative air he sported in front of others evaporated when he finally had her alone, showing the insecurities he hid deep within. "Will you forgive me?"

She knew that despite the contradictory nature of his disposition from then to now, he was dead serious. "Of course I forgive you; its in the past," she tried to soothe him and let her fingers brush against the side of his face, "what matters is we are here now. I'm not angry about what happened." Her fingers twined into his hair and her chin tilted up, the invitation to kiss her clear. Lowering his face towards her, he lingered just over her sensitized petals. She was only so tall, and even with stretching up on her tiptoes, she couldn't hope to reach unless he allowed her.

"Do you still love me, as you did before?" his breathe ghosted across her skin.

"More than before," she answered, hooded eyes opening to see him fully.

"How is that possible?" he asked, genuinely stumped, 'I hurt her, how can she love me more?'

"Because you came for me, laid your pride on the line and did everything you could to apologize to me," she explained her reasons easily as she let her heels rest back on the grass. "All relationships are bound to have rough patches, but we got passed ours. You came to me first thing, as soon as you realized what happened. You gave up the jewel for me," she patted her pocket, "you made things right with my friends; we don't need to hide anymore and I have no more guilt about lying to them. And… you showed me inside your heart;" her hand rested on his chest and her eyes followed its path, the burning sensation of his intensity still thrumming inside her own chest, "showed me just how much you love me." Her eyes shot back up to his. "How could I not love you more?"

"Then, you still wish to become my mate?" he asked, only needing this last piece of clarification.

"More than anything," that was all the permission he needed; there would be no more waiting. He closed the distance and she immediately melted to him, tongue dancing with his. Sweeping her up, he turned towards one of the rice paper doors that lined the courtyard. He used his extensions to open the doors upon his approach; lips still locked with hers, and brought her into what would be their chambers for the week.

He had been frenzied with her before, as well as gentle, but this could only be described as both. His claws tore through her clothes and scraped along her flesh, only to grip her fingers between his own and kiss her so deeply she thought she might drown in the feeling poured into it. Her hands moved on their own accord as well, helping him to shrug the bloody silk from his perfectly sculpted body. His wound had long since healed, leaving only the soiled garments as its proof of having existed. There was more to this than pure lustful need, it was a desire derived from the necessity to be close, to be one with her. It was a desire that she mirrored perfectly, flawlessly in sync.

Unrestrained instinct drove him, for he had no reason to withhold this time, as he lay her down and covered her body with his own. His eyes glowed a brilliant red, shining in the dimly lit room and his skin glowed with an unearthly complexion. He was truly a sight to behold to the awed woman that loved him with all she was. He drew back to watch her pleasured expression as his clawed hand found her soaking folds. A pleased growl rumbled from his chest, and caused her inner walls to clamp on the invading digit. She was so very ready; so incredibly eager to have him complete her. It was a need that rivaled his own, and not one to decline himself of anything he wanted, he removed his hand and settled his weight on her. She whimpered at the loss and ground her hips against his throbbing length in pleading. With a precise thrust of his powerful hips, he plunged into her sheath, stretching her to the limit with a fullness she loved. Her legs clamped around his waist and pulled him deeper, drawing a deep groan from her demonic lover. He responded to her urgency by withdrawing, and using his grip on her hips as leverage, slammed back into her tight body. She writhed and bucked through the ecstatic moans, pressing him to take her in whatever manner he wanted. He drilled into her relentlessly, letting all rational thought flit away only to be replaced with the primitive drive to take her, to fill her, to claim her, to mark her.

"N-Naraku," she moaned out, back arching sharply. She was close, and oddly, so was he. Teetering along the edge of euphoric bliss, and he hadn't even been sensitized from her powers yet. It must be the knowledge that she was going to be his, in every way, soon. His eyes flashed red, not just the iris, but the entirety of his eyes glowing as his jaw opened wider than it should be able to, stretching beyond what a human's could and clearly displaying the spider-esque fangs within. He wasn't even sure what his body was urging him to do, just simply followed his nature that he knew would end with her marked, but the process to achieve this end was still a bit foggy. Had he known it would have hurt her so much, he would have at least warned her.

Not that she needed such a warning. Even in her lustful haze, she remembered Sango telling her about how demons marked their mates. Seeing his fangs, long and sharp, she knew it was going to hurt, 'but I want this; I want him.' It was the last coherent thought before her powers flared up simultaneously with his and were accompanied by the blindingly sharp pain in her shoulder and shrill scream in his ears.

"What the heck, you're just going to let him have her?" Inuyasha barked at Miroku, rubbing the lasting knot on his head. They had knocked him unconscious after leaving the newly conjured phantom shiro, it was the only way to keep him passive, and he had finally come to.

"No, I'm letting her have him," Miroku corrected. Didn't Inuyasha understand? They had thought Kagome was sleeping with Sesshomaru, and told the pup so, but now they found out it was Naraku all along. Had Inuyasha not pieced the puzzle together to figure out they had probably already been intimate before? At the very least, they had obviously been alone together in the past. Guess not. Well, he would soon, for at the burst of both auras and a scream that even the humans could hear, Inuyasha left the hut in a flurry to "rescue" his friend.

With a sigh at the boy's cluelessness, Miroku rose to follow. He wasn't particularly pleased with Kagome's choice, Naraku had been the enemy for so long and played everyone he ever met; but as much as he hated the spider demon, he trusted Kagome's wisdom. She was spectacularly astute for such a young age. He wondered just what she saw in Naraku.

"And just where do you think you are going?" Sango asked him. They had already discussed the obvious goings on when Inuyasha was out cold and drew the combined conclusion of what was going on in that house.

"To drag a catatonic Inuyasha away from a most unusual sight, I'm sure," Miroku remarked, having a pretty good idea of what Inuyasha would find.

"I'd better go too, to make sure you don't get caught staring," Sango decided to air on the side of caution and accompany the pervert. Kohaku was asleep under the care of Kaede, his ordeal draining him to the point of exhaustion. She was grateful Kagome had gotten her brother back for her, but at what cost? Did she sell herself to Naraku? It would be so like her; sacrificing herself for them. For the time being, they could do nothing about it, but would bide their time and watch for any clue of his true aim.

"Sango, you wound me; I would never," Miroku defended as they walked casually back towards the well.

'Yeah, sure,' she thought sarcastically.

She trembled, her body quaking from the experience. Not the bite; no, she knew it was going to hurt, and it did, more than expected, but that wasn't what had her so shaken. It was the feel of his power pulsing in her shoulder, right where her neck began. Naraku retracted his fangs from her flesh and let the wound close just as her massive burst of holy aura faded. His mind returned to him, and he checked her over for injuries, relieved to find that any that had been inflicted she had healed in her explosion. The only mutilation that persisted was the small, spider-shaped image at the base of her neck; his mark, claiming her as his mate. 'She is mine,' he boasted proudly to himself before kissing her tenderly and bringing her out of her near shock. She kissed him back, sliding her legs along his. The movement drew her attention to their combined essences leaking from her body, dribbling down her cheeks in a manner that tickled like crazy. She wiggled beneath him from the sensation, which only caused him to stiffen back up in her depths.

"Worry not, Mate, I am far from done with you," he whispered huskily in her ears.

"Kagome, are you okay? I heard screaming and-" even Inuyasha's mouth was frozen at the sight. He soared over the gate and into the courtyard in a panicked frenzy, slamming open the rice paper door to save Kagome, only to be met with the most disgusting sight he never imagined. They were still connected! The scent of their coupling hit him full force and his stomach lurched. He might have thought Naraku forced her, except for the obvious lack of fear, anger, tears, nothing to hint at such. To top it off, his mark was clear as day on her neck, bright red and dark black standing out against her pale skin. She mated him?! "Oh god, my eyes, I think I'm going to hurl," he murmured, motionless. He wanted to kill the bastard, but he also wanted out of there, away from the sight. Kagome didn't even look ashamed, trying to cover herself, yes, but not at all ashamed of having given herself to, to him.

"Get used to it," Naraku taunted, giving his tight little mate a good thrust for effect. The moan that was forced from her throat only made her blush, she hadn't meant to do that.

Miroku and Sango arrived to see their unresponsive friend; they drug him away again, whispering among themselves. "That didn't take long," Sango commented, embarrassed at the scene she tried not to stare at.

"Maybe we should follow their example, Sango," Miroku remarked, not having such reservations as the slayer.

She would have slapped him if she wasn't busy carrying half of Inuyasha, "Pervert!"

The last thing Inuyasha heard before he completely lost his lunch was Naraku's words to Kagome, "We will not be leaving this room for at least a week."

(A/N: This is the last chapter. I am well aware that there are some pieces that are missing; that is intentional. Such as, what will Kouga's reaction be, and Sesshomaru isn't going to stop hunting Naraku down just because of Kagome, and what of the others, well, the answer is, that's what I will cover in the sequel. ;)

The ideas are piling up, and I'm sorting them into a new adventure.

What I have so far is the aforementioned character's reactions; Sesshomaru will need to be thrown off Naraku's trail and Kouga told off from his attempts on Kagome. Inuyasha, Sango, Miroku, and Shippo will not trust Naraku and try to break them up/find reason why she shouldn't trust him either. I want to get Naraku into Kagome's time, and I have a few funny scenes planned for that. Last, I plan to skip a few hundred years into the future, making it 250ish years later and add in their children. I'll leave their details/plots as a surprise, but it'll be a fun challenge for me to make an OC that people will like as much as the cannon characters.

If you have ANY ideas that might play into this, let me know.

I have several "deleted scenes" that I will post at the end of this, as one lost chapter, that will also redirect readers towards the sequel. I will post this once the sequel is ready.

Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed. Keep this story/me followed to receive updates on the sequel.)
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