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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
Warning: There will be lemons in this story, some non-con as well.
Chapter 4.5: Tamari/Naraku backstory
Due to Kagome's inquiries earlier in the day, Tamari couldn't help but remember her past. She recalled her simple life before being enlightened to the harsh realities of this world. She lived in a sheltered meadow with the rest of her people, hundreds of butterfly demons. It was peaceful, easy, and carefree. The worst of their concerns were petty things, such as who had the most beautiful wings and which male could put on the most spectacular mating display. They were a delicate race, keeping to themselves and avoiding all contact with outside forces. They were naive and blind to the outside, and that was how they liked it. Ignorance was their bliss.
When they started disappearing, the first reaction was denial, pretending nothing was wrong, but the disappearances continued. This was not a people that would ever think to leave unexpectedly. Something threatening was going on. No actions were taken however, until they began vanishing in larger amounts, several a night rather than one here and there. It was becoming obvious that if something wasn't done, and soon, their numbers would only continue to decline. They made a decision that had been unthinkable only one long and terrifying month ago. They formed an expedition of their strongest fighters, bravest tacticians, and most skilled trackers, to go and find whatever had been infiltrating their little meadow. Tamari was among the twenty or so 'lucky' individuals chosen. She was the best tracker they had, making up for her lack of fighting skills.
There was only a narrow passage-way to the outside world, leading into a lowland, swampy forest. The Gnarly roots and branches of the water-logged trees inhibited their movements. Their large, inflexible wings were not suited to such an environment. It forced them to travel slowly, on foot through the soggy terrain. It was a disaster just waiting to happen.
She recalls the terror and sudden panic of the band then they discovered the bodies of their people. They were just that, bodies. The wings were crushed, but the rest was mostly intact, except for the heads. They looked to have been gnawed off. It was a ghastly site for the sensitive butterfly demons. They scrambled into each other away from the sight. Losing track of the trail they had been following. Some became entangled in vines, but the rest fell straight into a trap, a cage of roots set into motion by the being responsible for their people's deaths.
It was a large praying mantis demon, camouflaged perfectly to this swampy wasteland of greens and browns. One by one it moved the cages to a small patch of dry land in the shape of a clearing, placing the trembling occupants into special, enchanted cages arranged around the perimeter, for later 'use.' The days that followed were the most gruesome and terrifying in her entire life.
The first time it happened, the mantis approached the cages. Attempting a bluff, some of the strongest males expanded their wings as far as their prisons would allow, thinking that if they looked larger or more threatening, they'd be passed over for the time being. They couldn't have been more wrong. Their display, if anything, seemed to attract attention. Those not selected by the mantis could only watch, whether in an uproar or in horrified silence, as the mantis crushed their comrade, their friend, and family member in its prayer-like grip before going to work on eating their face off. The screams from the thrashing victim traumatized Tamari, but she did notice something she could use to survive a bit longer. She shrank and folded her wings as small as they could go and curled up into a ball, knelt down in the center of her small cage that was luckily, partway concealed. Her method was to keep her presence to a minimum and not attract unwanted attention.
Every time the mantis would decide to feed, she'd do her best to block out the noises. The sickening sound of skulls being crushed between the monsters jaws, haunted her mind, knowing that it could be her turn next, at any moment. It was unbearably torturous.
She had all but shut down, becoming numb to the world around her when a new and unfamiliar sound found its way to her ears. It was a voice, smooth and deep, but who did it belong to, and why was there no trace of fear? For the first time in days, Tamari ventured to peer out of her prison.

In the midst of the 50 years that the jewel had been sealed away, Naraku continued his search for both power and any sign of the jewel's reemergence. There was no telling where or when it would surface. His search brought him to a decrepit forest swamp, following rumors of a strong demon residing within. The praying mantis demon which the rumors revolved, however, proved to be a gross disappointment. It took him all of three seconds to determine this demon could not possibly be using the jewel. It was far too weak and stupid. If it were wiser, it would have noticed his species and power and fled. Instead, it supplied that he, Naraku, was this pathetic demon's prey. Such an insult resulted in the swift demise of the insect scum.
His day was not over yet though, in fact, the most interesting part was soon to come, for in the root-like prisons surrounding this creature's lair, was a species of demon that was rarely seen. Naraku knew of butterfly demons, but had never seen one. They were said to be very reclusive and never intermingled with demons outside their own species. So what were they doing here? This was an opportunity he was not about to pass up.

What Tamari saw before her both elated and terrified her. Their captor, their prison warden, and their executioner, lay dead in his own lair. No longer were they to fear having their head eaten while they struggled to escape. At the same time, the mantis was far stronger than any of her people, yet he was slain with seemingly little effort from the demon before them. He had yet to speak, or divulge his purpose here, for all she knew, they had just traded one executioner for another. There was something about this demon that frightened her even moreso than the mantis, something on the instinctual level.
All watched in utter silence as the mysterious demon approached the cages. Those closest flinched back, unsure of his actions, until he moved on, seemingly surveying each of the prisoners. His expression was one of contemplation, giving nothing away as to his intentions. After noting each of the individuals, he stopped directly in front of Tamari's cell.
She was still trying to appear diminutive, but he saw through that ruse in an instant. He could tell she was a clever one, putting on an act and trying to be overlooked. The rest were so openly eyeing him, waiting to see what he would do, and what their fate would be. Not like her, she was doing all she could to manipulate her fate. He also couldn't help but notice her beautiful figure, even as she knelt on the ground.
His voice was the best thing she'd heard in ... how long had it been now, weeks? She lost count. It felt like years, decades, with the amount of horror they'd witnessed. The frightening part was he was addressing her. Why her? Why didn't he just pass her over like the mantis had?
"I have already granted you one favor in slaying your captor," his voice caused tremors to race up her spine. "I am prepared to grant one more favor, for a price."
Tamari, hesitantly raised her head, making sure that he was addressing her. His crimson eyes lay directly on her, there was no doubt. "W-what is it you pro-propose?" her voice was hoarse from misuse.
"I will free you from your prison cell and allow you to release your fellow demons, if you so choose," he explained. "In return, you will belong to me. You will obey my every command without fail or hesitation."
"Do it Tamari!" a nearby voice called out.
"It's our only chance," another chimed in.
Tamari became even more frightened at her comrades 'encouragement.' It was understandable, but worrisome how they were so eager to sacrifice her for themselves. They were supposed to be there for each other.
At her hesitation, Naraku gave her a run-down of her other, bleak option. "You could always chose to decline my generous offer and wait until some other demon happens upon this isolated location," he noted offhandedly. "Who is to say they would be as merciful as I, though."
She didn't really have a choice and she knew it. This was their only chance to ever escape this hell. "I accept your deal," she bowed low in respect and submission. There was a short bout of cheers as Tamari gave her decision, making her cringe. Naraku broke the enchantment on her cage with a simple flick of the wrist, causing the door to swing open on its own. She slowly pulled herself from the ground, stepping from her enclosure. Her muscles were stiff from her previous immobility. Embracing her freedom from confinement, she stretched her wings out as wide as they could go.
Naraku watched, pleased with his choice. She was even more stunning than he had first observed. Her wings were dazzling. This female would certainly provide him with much entertainment. A sinister smile crept across his face as he envisioned her caught in the raptures of pleasure by his hand.
Before Tamari was even able to finish stretching, she was bombarded with demands, not from Naraku, no, he remained silent, patient, but from her companions. They urged her to 'hurry up and release them' and inquired 'what's taking you so long?'
She looked at her new master who simply responded with, "It is your decision whether or not they be freed. They did, afterall, not hesitate to give you to me, to an unknown fate, to save themselves."
This realization hurt, but it was not enough to condemn them to death. They had been witness to the same frights as she and it was easy to understand their eagerness to return home, return to their simple and carefree lives, striving to forget all that's happened over the last few months. With the praying mantis destroyed, there should be no more disappearances. "I choose to free them," she told her savior.
"Very well," again, a slight flick of his wrist and the remaining enchantments shattered. Simultaneously, the cell doors swung opened and the remaining prisoners stepped out to freedom. Many didn't even spare Tamari a thankful glance before fleeing towards their home, all too eager to be free of the oppressive aura belonging to the strange red-eyed demon. She had secretly been hoping that they would put up a fight for her. Even though it was wishful thinking, their passivity for her sacrifice was still painful.
She stared after the retreating forms of her family as they abandoned her to her fate. Reluctantly, she turned her gaze expectantly to the dangerous male still standing before her, waiting for his first command.
"Follow me," he turned sharply and began walking away, keeping his senses on her, curious as to what she would do. She briefly debated the possibility of fleeing towards home, attempting to escape, but recalled the narrow passages and slow travel they had been reduced to on the way here. If she displeased him, it could easily mean suicide. It was obvious that her best bet was to obey. Hey, maybe he was a kind demon, it was possible, right? Hurriedly, she fell into step behind her dark savior. A smirk drew across his face at her submissive behavior.
As they traveled, the decayed forest seemed to slowly come alive. Greenery, other than moss and fungi was now visible. Animals could be heard going about their daily routine. Even the air was fresher now, not stagnant like in the swamp. She was starting to think that this might not be so bad.
They soon stopped at a stream. She looked up at him questioning. He hadn't said a single word since his first command. "Cleanse yourself," he ordered. She looked down, seemingly realizing for the first time the filth that covered her body. Her kimono was torn, but still covered her body where it was most needed. The color though, had long been forgotten, replaced instead with all manner grime.
She nodded her understanding and moved in front of him, lowering herself into the water clothes and all. Her wings were the only part unsoiled since she favored, protected, and groomed them during her stay. Keeping them above the water, she began scrubbing herself, watching the mud leak off her body.
Naraku never took his eyes from her, admiring the shape of her figure as the wet kimono clung to her flesh. It was becoming more and more apparent that this demoness was a beautiful specimen. He could feel his desires stirring, it had been far too long since he had enjoyed the warmth of a woman.
As she washed, Tamari would glance at the male demon staring intently at her, a lustful glint flashing in his eyes. It was obvious what that look meant. She now knew what he wanted with her. Being a demon, casual sex was a way of life, even for the reclusive sorts. She was not unfamiliar with the acts, but had only been with her own, gentle kind. This male, who was possibly not going to be careful with her, scared her. And she didn't even know his name yet. The worst part was, if he did bed her, and if she was ever released from this servitude, she'd never be able to rejoin her colony. They have a strict policy that if one ever interacts intimately with an outsider, they are forbidden from ever returning. He would be condemning her to exile.
Lost in her depressing thoughts, his words startled her, "Are you finished?" She had been frozen in place.
"Yes, Master," she confirmed, looking over herself for any sign of residual mud, finding none. She pulled herself from the stream and stood in front of Naraku. Her hands where clasped and her head bowed respectfully. She was very tired and worn down, not having had anything to eat since her capture some two weeks prior. Her posture wavered from fatigue but she caught herself and resumed her previous submissive position.
"What ails you?" Naraku inquired, noticing her unsteady legs. His voice was firm, not showing any concern, but she was still pleasantly surprised that he took notice of her condition.
"I have been deprived of sustenance," she told him, awaiting his decision of what to do next. Did he even care? Maybe he wanted her weak.
"Remedy that," he ordered. "You will need your strength." He gave a sly smirk at her blush. When she recovered from his insinuation she raised her nose to the air and took in a deep breath, scenting the air, searching for her preferred food. Naraku watched her as she seemed to have identified what she wanted and turned to retrieve it. He didn't scent any substantial prey in that direction himself and wondered what she was after. A short walk later, with Naraku following behind, she stopped in front of a tree. He followed her gaze up into its branches.
She opened her mouth wide and let the longest tongue he'd ever seen uncurl towards the canopy of the tree. It must have been at least twice her height at its full length. It wrapped around a ripe, sweet smelling fruit, plucking it from the tree and pulling it straight into her mouth. She repeated this process several times, stripping the tree of its harvest, letting out quiet moans of pleasure with each bite, obviously enjoying the sweetness she'd gone without. This was the first demon he'd ever seen that preferred fruit over fresh meat. She really was a rarity.
By the time she was done, her kimono, or what was left of it, was nearly dry. She turned to her owner and gave a wide, grateful smile. This was her first show of thanks she gave him. Having her basic needs met clearly put her in a much better mood. "Can I ask your name?" she inquired of her mysterious master.
"Should you survive my attentions this night," he paused, letting a dark smirk crease his perfect face, as her face paled due to her fear being confirmed, "I will grant your request."
The memories of the rest of that night passed in a blur. She remembers that he shredded her clothing and took her savagely on the forest floor for hours. He caused her pains she didn't even know where possible. He relished in her spilt blood and she began to think his threat was in no way idle. At the time, she had believed this to be her end. Just as she was about to give up and pass out from the agony he inflicted, his tactics switched, igniting a fierce pleasure that ripped throughout her body. It essentially woke her up and gave her a renewed vigor to withstand his sadistic touches. He truly was a master of both pain and pleasure, she discovered, alternating between the two as well as bombarding her with both at the same time.
That encounter left her crumpled on the ground, covered in sweat, blood, and his essence. She was exhausted in every sense of the word. He let her sleep like that, looking on from where he sat at the trunk of a tree, looking pristine as always. She was beautiful and a rarely seen species. He found pleasure in introducing her to his depravity, since it was blatantly obvious she had only experienced gentle caresses in her past. But she was weak, as were most demonesses he met. Her purpose would be that of a temporary fix whenever he desired, nothing more. She could not fight, and he had no reason to absorb her.
Upon waking, and after taking her again, he explained to her that she may go and live wherever and however she pleases. If and when he desired her company, he'd find her.
After that first time, she grew accustomed to his roughness and adapted, gaining more and more tolerance for pain. For the first year or so, she hated him, everything about him, but as much as she hated his vicious stimulations, she also grew to desire the feelings he could stir up in her body. It was so much more intense than her people ever dabbled in.
Speaking of her people, she would be outcast if she ever went back, and had no desire to ever revisit that forest swamp again, even in passing. She was alone. It was devastating going from a highly social lifestyle to having no one but Naraku. And he was only there occasionally, whenever he'd get that itch for her. She eventually noticed his pattern of returning to her every so often, then leaving again, chasing after something or someone else. She had to admit, it made her a bit jealous when she first discovered she was not the only woman he'd bed. Over the years though, she got used to it, realizing that she was one of very few that he'd return to regularly. She grew accepting of his ways, it not bothering her anymore knowing that his other lays were oftentimes shorter trysts than hers. Not like she had a choice in the matter.
That is, until recently. He'd never taken his time with any woman, merely wresting his pleasure from them and leaving, herself included, until now. Why would he suddenly alter his habits like this? And for a human at that. She'd assumed that if he were to ever get serious about any female she'd at least be a demon. She'd even entertained fantasies that he'd chose her when that time came. His newfound actions toward Kagome left Tamari feeling confused, abandoned, and jealous.
(A/N: Since I know it can be annoying to some to have a whole chapter devoted to an OC, I promise to have chapter 5 out within a week, which is much shorter than my usual update time. Lol. Hey, at least this chapter is a long one.
Thank you all for you're reviews. I do take all opinions into consideration when i write. :D )
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