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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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After long days walking around, accomplishing exhausting missions she had embraced – was it to dodge from hungry yokai or heal demised lands – at last Annabelle crossed a dense white fog and found an isolated village in the middle of tall, ancient stone pillars and towering, possibly millennia-old trees. A bunch of light-pink flowers contoured the trail leading to it's entrance. Beyond the veil of mist, the turquoise globes beheld the forms of a pointing rocky mount.
It must be here. She thought while looking at the map Kikyo gave her. Anxiety made her chest feel pressured. While wandering through villages and woods, the lonely pilgrim has been able to create some distractions and avoid deep thoughts, for her goal was simply to help people in need and then leave, never getting attached to the land or to someone. However, now that she has found the indicated place, Anna realized she once more would try to put down roots somewhere, and after living so much disastrous experiences, the pseudo yokai has learned to fear establishing ties with anyone else.
Just do your own part. Her conscience asked, she sighed and put down the shroud from her face, revealing the eccentric pale makeup, the blue shadow framing her eyes and the arabesque painted above one cheek.
"Who's there? Looks like a yokai" some buzzing started to sound. Nevertheless, Annabelle bewildered the place where she was entering. Although most of the residents were women, the villagers didn't seem to be under a threat, nor suffering starvation. Truly, the woods around were so colorful that made the Scottish lass recall some legends about fairy lands. There would not be shortage of fruits and vegetables for that people, neither a lack of meat, for the local fauna was remarkable. Houses were humble, but looked in good conditions and weren't many. A small women group has settled there, the few men were old, most of the residents were children.
She said something about orphans and widows. Anna remembered when Kikyo mentioned about that place for the first time. These people don't seem to be in need of my help though.
"Hey, yokai, what's your business in here?" A young girl's voice caught her attention. The lass of dark grey eyes and long black hair tied on a high ponytail was pointing a wooden stick to Annabelle's chin while standing in a defensive posture.
"I..." am not a yokai, Anna almost said, then remembered the reputation she has been building for at least a month and decided to persist on such tale. "I am Shinrinko, the yokai of the forest. I'll do you no harm".
"You heard about our village just like other demons, didn't you? Unluckily for you, many of us have been demon slayers and we know very well how to defend ourselves!" The girl stepped forward, aiming the stick to Annabelle's neck. Although she was wearing some pieces of armor which resembled Sango's ones, her garments were a bit more simple. She was dressed in a dark blue kimono tied by a white obi, her voice and features were what suggested her genre for her clothes looked pretty much masculine.
"I already said that I have no intention of harming you" Belle held the weapon's tip and slowly lowered it, her complexion overflowing calmness.
"What are you doing here then?" A woman asked, looking as suspicious as the lass threatening the newcomer.
"Sincerely speaking, not even I know anymore..." she sighed. "I've been wandering for so long, helping anyone I could in the way till arrive in here. A priestess told me that I would be useful in this place, but you all seem to have everything you need" the conclusion came with a soft smile. "Perhaps she has sent me here believing that was I who was in need of this place".
"Don't you tell me you have come here seeking for shelter... a yokai, with us?!" the first country lass who had confronted her hissed, feeling chills.
"Some yokai are cruel and despise humans, it's true..." Inevitably, Naraku's name and face popped into her mind, her throat felt tightened. "Yet, not everyone of them are like that, some like to be helpful to people," then she thought of Inuyasha, missing the cherished moments with his group. "Well, I won't impose my presence. If I am not welcome I shall take my leave". Anna respectfully bowed, turned her back and walked through the fair trail framed and perfumed by flowers. In the way, there were some children playing, she noticed a little girl with black hair and bright greyish eyes curiously staring at her. Anna discretely smiled and passed by the flowers, getting lost of sight while entering the mist.
"What the heck was this?" the lass from before put down her stick and exhaled in relief. She has been concealing her fear since then.
"We must not let our guard down, she will be around, I'm sure!" The other, older, commented still aloof about the matter.
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Annabelle resumed to walk, exploring the dense thicket contouring the village and stopped her journey when finding a hot spring. She didn't think twice before throwing her bag upon a rock to undress and get into the warm waters. Her body relaxed instantaneously with the heat, her eyes closed by some seconds while her mouth released a long sigh. Always bathing into cold streams was indeed tiring.
Her long eyelashes, once whitish with rice powder, now showing their natural coppery color, untangled their strands and the foreigner's view caught the treetops and the sky beyond. Sounds of birds and crickets were echoing along the water's, in another time their melody would mean tranquility to her, in the present, however, not even the nature's tunes could calm down the storm in her soul.
I miss him so bad...
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Naraku has been scheming a possibility to absorb Sesshomaru's powers for a while, yet the hanyo knew that, to obtain success, he would need to fortify his body even more. Therefore, everyday he would hunt the most diverse yokai kinds and absorb them. The ones who were useful would be kept inner his body, the others who would feel indigestible his abdomen would simply regurgitate. The castle soon was stinky for those cadaverous parts' scent, all casually thrown by corridors and rooms. The arachnid didn't seem to care a bit. Although his shouki was each day emanating more intensely, the dejection was drew in his every feature, and very noticed by his incarnations. Kanna was the only one brave enough to follow him around even to the last room kept clean and untouched. From the door, the albino demoness watched her master fingering the golden harp, smoothing it's details, then sitting on the bench to play a simple chord many times, over and over.
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"Sit" Annabelle serenely guided, Naraku accomplished even if he was feeling a bit confused.
"What are you intending to do?" the hanyo asked while looking to the musical instrument. Then the lass delicately held his arms and put his hands near to the strings.
"I'll teach you to play something" Her tender smile disarmed him. Each time the foreigner dedicated a smile to him made Naraku feel more alive.
The crimson eyes, almost widened, baffled blinked as she was explaining the note each string would sound, and then her fingers manipulated his to play them. So, the strings once straight waved and a melody echoed sweet, serene, just as the Scottish lass' semblance and voice sounded like. If playing that harp could be useful to make her expression remain such as lovely, Naraku would gladly do it. And he was smart enough to get things easily fast, was it for bad or for good. He always have been exceptional.
"My, my, you learn so fast!" Anna sounded pretty much surprised, then her hands released his, leaving him free to persist on playing the melody he has assimilated in a blink of an eye.
"I am very observant," that typical smirk, with a spark of malice, has been outlined."Yet I believe you have already noticed". Staring at her, his smile grew wider while seeing her cheeks softly blushed.
Her answer was just walk to his back. "Don't stop playing" she asked gently when the spider was ready to abandon the strings. At last, her chin rested upon his shoulder, her arms entwined him from behind. "Concentrate yourself" A warm whisper puffed in his ear as one of his fingers slipped from the right string.
"With you teasing me this way it's a bit too much" He chuckled and sighed when her breath crossed his dark curls and blew over his neck. Then, she delicately moved some of those locks away and calmly kissed that sensitive skin. "You are doing this on purpose, don't you?" his eyes closed, she let a low chuckle out.
"And you are enjoying it" Anna whispered at his ear again. Naraku couldn't help but turn his face to meet hers and their lips ended up rubbing against each other. The music faded, her arms squeezed him, hands crumpling his night lavender kimono. Annabelle didn't seem to care about he using Hitomi's outfits anymore, for she was the one who made that simple bump of mouths become a devoted kiss.
Moments like this happened frequently, making their interactions a bit more informal, and always ended up with their naked bodies deliverance, skin over skin sharing caresses and sensations, their gasps and moans mixing, reverberating around, wherever they were making love. And in the end, they had the habit to stay entwined for long hours, eyes meeting in silence while they would stroke the shapes from the other, hands cupping sweaty smiling faces as their foreheads perfectly sealed.
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Naraku's eyes opened, his fingers left the strings so his hands could rest upon his legs. This time, she wasn't there to guide him, and he knew Annabelle would disapprove the plan he intended to perform. His rubies trembled, nostrils deeply inhaled, seeking to capture any reminiscent scent of roses into that chamber, but as the days were passing by, fewer traces of the lass' presence remained in the castle.
Don't look back. Since she left, the chorus of voices into Shikon no Tama has grew more vivid and influent. You know you didn't born to have a mediocre life alongside an ordinary human, you are not the person she loves anyway.
At last, the hanyo was able to resist and control the impulse to go after her, even being so painful trying to get used to be lonely after he has finally learned how it was to give and receive affection in a sort of reciprocity. Life was far more easier when he didn't know those things, for people can only miss what they once had.
You are the one to blame. There is only one way to free yourself of this burden now. Those voices continued, asking for his trust, which Naraku didn't put much difficulties to deliver, his walls were down. What the creatures living inside the cursed stone couldn't understand was the real reason underneath the arachnid's desistance. It was not the ambition of becoming a complete yokai what made him avoid looking for Annabelle, but his wish to keep her safe. Although he felt an urge to have her near, Naraku would abstain of it for the woman's well being. So he had to deal with his abstinence crises alone. It was what he thought, at least.
Kanna silently witnessed her creator's despair. The small whitish yokai secretly wondered what could be the motivation of such suffering. To her, the way this world works seemed so frivolous. She should be the only rational insensitive being existing in there. May Naraku has molded her the way he would like to be.
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Annabelle was finishing to tie her improvised corset ribbons when she heard a strange noise from some bushes nearby. Looking at the sound's direction, the lass noticed a child hiding between the leaves. Such naiveness made her smile, sure the little kid should believe to be very well concealed, however the white fabric of the feminine kimono with some lilac flowers embroidered was denouncing her presence there, shrinking behind the green.
The red-haired woman recognized her then, it was the little girl who has curiously stared at her when she was leaving the village.
"Hello there" Anna saluted, surprising the kid. "You can show yourself, I'll do you no harm" Slowly, she came closer, being careful to not scare the girl though.
The child moved away every leave and branch covering her, them jumped out from the bush, fearlessly. Her graffiti eyes rolled over Annabelle's visage, first bewildered by the foreigner clean face, with no shade of rice powder, nor blue drawings, then the little girl studied the lass' unusual garments. At last, the grey pools got stuck into the sky-blue ones. After a deep sigh, she said convicted:
"You are not a yokai".
Anna's widened eyes blinked countless times in confusion.
"I beg your pardon?!"
"You are not a yokai" the child repeated. "Your aura isn't malignant" then she explained.
"Can you see or feel those things?" The woman knelt in front of her. That girl's features were pretty innocent, she was almost smiling, proud of herself for discovering something no one had noticed. And wasn't only living beings' energy the kid could sense, Anna thought, for now the rounded grey globes were fixated on her chest, where laid a Shikon no Tama's shard. "You..." are like Kagome! There was the conclusion, still, it was worth to ask only to be sure. " Can you detect the jewel shard as well?"
"Yes, I can detect those shards and supernatural auras" She told without creating any mystery, and smiled. "The energy around you is similar to the priestesses'. Although you look far different from the lasses on the village, I know you're a lass even so".
"You got me" Anna sighed, then relaxed her shoulders. Soon she was smiling too. "I am human indeed, but not from these lands. I have crossed oceans to be in here".
"So is that why you look like this?" She took an orange lock between her fingers. Soon the little girl could no more hold curious questions about Belle's origins and the places she stepped by, just as Rin did once. The feeling of nostalgia Annabelle had for the other kid inevitably grew. "How is your homeland? What do you eat, wear, how do you arrange your hair?" All inquiries has been answered patiently, and the talking flowed till another girl's screams could be heard through the woods. Anna got alarmed.
"Yoru!" The voice called, coming near.
"You should go back, they're looking for you" she touched the little girl's shoulder.
"But you cannot stay alone in the woods..." the kid appealed, worried. "It's too dangerous!"
"Yoru, what are you doing in here?" a lass younger than the one who "greeted" Anna on the village passed between two trees and then shouted, scared to see the child along the creature everyone considered a freak. Her hair was dark-brown, braided on one side of the head, falling over her tiny chest. Widened eyes gleamed in the sun the color of a dense honey, they weren't so hostile like the first girl the foreigner has met though, she seemed more frightened than ready for a fight. The stranger's kimono was short and vividly orange, which made Annabelle inevitably compare the lassie with a pumpkin in her thoughts.
Anna moved away from the little girl, muffling a chuckle trying to avoid any kind of conflict.
"Motoko, this miss is alone and have nowhere to go" Yoru explained.
"She is a yokai!" the other said, pale by fear.
"No, she's not!" The kid smiled, bewildering the oldest even more. "She pretends to be, but she is just a woman".
"But... but... look at her!" an index finger was pointing to Anna's nose.
"Yes, she is a foreigner, you silly!" Yoru laughed.
The lassie, till then frightened, arched an eyebrow and put her hands over waist. Finally she got near of Annabelle and walked around her, then her eyes fell upon the bag on the grass, and she just leaned down and began to mess inside the package, grabbing pieces of unusual outfits.
"Hey!" Belle complained, yet did nothing to stop Motoko.
"I've never seen a person pretending to be a yokai. What the hell?!" She shook her head before standing on her feet again. "Yoru, let's go. I think this one is nuts!" Such comment made the ginger woman chuckle.
"Shame on you, Motoko! Haven't we all made a vow? Did you forget? We just can't leave her alone in here" the kid crossed arms, resolute.
"Alright, alright!" Motoko rolled eyes and snorted.
"Come..." Yoru lifted a hand to Annabelle, inviting her.
"I'm not sure it's a good idea, they didn't welcome me there..." she was hesitant, not only for being so poorly received, but also because of the anxiety consuming her core since she realized how palpable was the possibility of creating bonds with other people once more.
"Come on!" the little girl held Belle's fingers into hers and began to pull her together, inducing the foreigner to step forward. Motoko just walked ahead of them without looking back.
To be continued...
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