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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 wolf demon! She recognized Koga and shivered, noticing he had seen Naraku's pelt over her things in the wagon, and if a human like her could still sense the hanyo's scent on the fur, the yokai jumping from the tree to the soil surely was sensing it as well.
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"You look just like that woman who walked along the Band of Seven, I even mistaken you both." Koga chuckled, yet his gaze never stopped to gleam challengingly.
"It's my sister." Annabelle sought for firmness while pressing the stick in her hand. "Do you happen to have any link with those wolves?"
"In fact they were hunting a decent dinner for me and my companions. Now, thanks to you, It seems that we'll spend the night with empty bellies." He snorted, then walked towards her, with a hand on his waist.
"I'm sorry they didn't have spared any slice of my donkey to satiate your appetite." The lass retorted a bit harshly, yet the yokai didn't seem to mind her tone, for he giggled offhandedly.
"Donkey's meat isn't really my first choice."
"And what would it be then? Human flesh?" She pointed the stick to his face.
"Yours seems to be pretty soft." His tongue slid through tanned lips, while clear-blue pools narrowed lightly. Annabelle sank her feet on the ground and stood in a defensive position. Koga just bursted into laugh then. "Don't worry, I know you are Kagome's friend, so you're not in danger with me." The wolf demon said while wiping his eyes after laughing so hard. "Damn, you should've seen your face!"
"Did Kagome mention me?" Anna lowered the wooden weapon a bit and stared at him with an incognito look.
"Yeah, she told me some things..." His reticent gaze embarrassed her. Annabelle wondered what the girl could possible have spoken about her.
Kagome wouldn't be indiscreet.. The lass convinced herself. "Aren't you going to ask about the pelt?" She stared at him once more.
"Alright, if you insist... Why do you carry this stinky trash on your wagon?" He raised one thick black eyebrow and folded his arms.
"I..." She looked at the cloak, then resumed to gaze the yokai, finally releasing a sigh. "I don't know." Her shoulders lowered, surrendered.
"If you don't know what to say, then why did you asked me to inquire?" His lips curved aside as his eyes blinked confusedly. The foreigner ended up chuckling.
"True, silly me." Anna smiled and slapped her forehead, deep inside she was conscious of her own lie. Yet she would never find courage to tell Koga, nor anyone else that such white fur felt like a solace, a memento she longed to keep, even not understanding the reason why. "Well, if you don't mind, hmm..." The woman stopped, looking pensive. "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name..." then she resumed to talk: "I must find a way to leave this place now."
"I'm Koga," the yokai proudly introduced himself after snorting. Then he went to her wagon and pulled it from the moss using the strength of only one arm of his. "Where do you want me to take it?"
"Oh... I don't know..." Confused, Anna followed him, watching the demon easily drag the wooden vehicle. "I don't know where the next village is, but why are you doing this?"
"Because Kagome likes you, and if she was here, I'm sure this would be what she wanted me to do." A large, even tender smile shone on his lips, the usual fierceness in his gaze softened.
"You must be very fond of her, aren't you?" The lass sighed, compassionate of him. She knew far well who was the one that made Kagome's heart skip. What a shame... Anna kept the comment to herself.
"Enough of this weird talk! Come on, get on the wagon!" Koga's cheeks blushed so hard that he looked like a fifteen years old boy. Belle obliged while muffling a giggle.
"Thank you, Koga."
"There is no reason to thank me, it's the least that I can do. After all, it were my wolves the ones that made this mess." A bit grumpy, he went on dragging the wagon ravine below, his pace was fast.
Inuyasha and him have a similar temper. Anna realized, yet didn't share the thought, for she knew that if it was uttered out loud she would see smoke emerging from the yokai's nose and ears. She almost laughed again.
About half an hour later, Koga left Annabelle where she wanted. It wasn't exactly a village, but a little town illuminated by some colored lanterns. The lass got excited, believing she would retrieve at least a part of what she has lost.
"Good luck," he said, rubbing his hands. "Right ahead you'll find a horse for a special price."
"Thank you again." The foreigner bowed respectfully. So, the leader of the wolf tribe rested a hand on his waist and shook his head, throwing the black ponytail behind. "I hope I haven't delayed your journey." Ignoring his sudden cocky behavior, she said.
"No way, I am closer than ever to defeat Naraku!" Koga announced, full of self-confidence. The western woman lifted her head, attentively looking at him.
"Is that so?" She showed interest.
"Yeah, beyond my shards, now I also have a powerful weapon." He raised one hand and snapped each finger, straightening and constricting them.
One more who wants to finish Naraku. With her heart feeling even more tightened, she thought about the quarrel while watching Koga leave, running so fast that his feet raised dust from the ground. Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango, Miroku, Sesshomaru, Kikyo, Kohaku and Koga... they are so many, and are growing stronger, each time more perseverant... Her lips constricted. And I, Naraku, even unwillingly, have left my contribution.
With such anguish tearing her core, Annabelle covered her body with the baboon pelt, then put the lacy veil over her eyes so she could find a place to spend the night. She got some bags to keep her belongings and soon found a big house where people were interested to listen her performance. In there, the lass has been so well paid that she decided to stay in the town for a few more days.
As time passed by, Anna achieved to gather enough wealth to buy a decent horse, and also she got some fabric to sew new clothes. People always gathered around the lass after her performances, trying to get to know her better, enchanted by her talent, but Annabelle would usually act polite, still cold. It wasn't easy for a person like her, who missed so much having someone to hold dear, as a friend, as a lover, as anything, to watch people cherishing warm moments from afar, never being able to participate or raise new bonds with anyone. Even though knowing the darkest side of human beings, the foreigner also had received kindness from a few ones during her years, and couldn't help but remember them while seeing others' interactions. Since her parents, her sister when they were children, to her first love Kagewaki and the first friends she got wandering around those lands till the last people she grew fond of, mostly Yoru, everyone emerged into her mind, how she missed each one of them, in many different ways. Loneliness was a haunting which followed her like a shadow for so long that she should be used to it by now, yet she would never be, but it seemed to be her karma.
I must embrace it. Annabelle looked at the things she achieved selling her skills, no one was in risk because of her now, there would be no more remorse to shadow her heart as long as she followed her lonely path.
Lie... Deep inside, the lass knew, one guilty thought would persist throbbing her chest, threatening her sanity, for there was another one she missed so hard, it was useless to pretend not to. I betrayed him. Oh, she couldn't describe how that hurts, neither why. It mustn't be that painful if what she did was right, but the fact was Annabelle struggled to refrain such sorrow, distracting herself while fulfilling her goals, playing and singing her favorite songs.
As far as possible, everything was going well. Albeit her most inner conflicts, the lass was moving on with her life till one night she had a quite strange dream.
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"Kikyo?!" Anna beheld the priestess, shinning white, right ahead, like a ghost. The black, loosen hair waved like a velvet curtain, and the lass was smiling, oddly serene.
"I fulfilled my mission, at last," she told.
"Is Naraku dead?!" Annabelle couldn't help but ask desperately.
"No, not yet. But soon he will be, he has nowhere else to run. My other half will finish what I have started," as Kikyo was speaking, her forms turned translucent and soon began to vanish.
"No, wait! Kikyo!" The foreigner lifted one arm, trying to reach the miko and touched the void instead. The absence of the priestess made everything around fade into darkness.
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"Kikyo!" Annabelle awoke gasping and sweating. Looking at every corner of the small room she rented, a thought troubled her mind: Was it just a dream? Could that be? No, it was much more than a fantasy, the lass felt it into her heart. It must be a message! She had a feeling that the priestess' presence has truly disappeared from the world, and obviously Naraku should be involved in such matter. He is alive, isn't he? Anna stroked her neck, feeling it burning inside after her scream of agony. A piece of hers was deeply in mourn, though at the same time a strange relief was calming her spirit.
As soon as the dawn rose, Anna reorganized her things, settled the horse and went away from the town, without a specific direction to follow.
With eyes shut, accelerated breathing, the lass could swear to feel any trace of the Spider's presence. Was she looking for Naraku? Annabelle couldn't believe in herself! After every effort to keep moving forward, evading from conflicts between him and his enemies, would she simply put her nose on affairs that weren't hers anymore?
He murdered Kikyo! Her jaw clenched, yet instead of feeling rage towards the hanyo, Anna was furious with herself for wanting to see him safe, and the anxiety got worse when the sky above began to darken, purple clouds moved closer, and finally Naraku emerged ahead, looking stern, dismal.
The horse stopped so suddenly that it's paws almost sunk in the earth. Scared, the poor animal neighed, not prancing by a whisker. Yet it's abrupt behavior made the wagon shake hard, luckily it didn't fall to the side. Anna has already felt the presence in the air, still so, she only believed he was there when putting her head off the wagon and seeing him at the distance, in the middle of the open field. Not knowing what to do, she just lowered the pelt covering her flaming hair.
"Naraku!" The lass gasped, once again his looks has changed. The allegories of his outfit were new, even the red eye on his front has changed a bit, confined into an imponent new chest armor. Instead of those spikey adornments climbing his shoulders, there were huge brown spider chelicerae coming from his back, ready to obey any command of his. Would that be one more of his "evolutions"? One thing was certain though, the hanyo was stronger and Shikon to Tama even darker.
Still, no bad feeling made Anna give up on jumping from the wagon to run into the Spider's direction. In a blink of an eye she was just there, ahead of him, being shadowed by his tall, elegant figure.
"You really killed her this time, didn't you?" Sad, frightened, yet taken by a strange euphoria, she pressed the blue skirt with both hands, her shoulders shrunk as she fought against tears.
Tears of grief, tears of relief.
"Indeed, Kikyo is finally dead," he revealed nonchalantly, showing no emotion at all.
"And Kohaku?" Annabelle could barely breathe before asking, then she realized how close her mouth has been to spill out everything.
"Kohaku, ah yes..." the arachnid inhaled, then slowly exhaled. "Soon I will get back the shard which sustains his life, it is the last one to complete the jewel."
"No!" The lass stepped ahead, her heart skipped so hard that it seemed about to jump away through her mouth. "Don't you touch that shard!"
"The boy will die, it is his fate," still strangely calm, he responded.
"But he won't, Naraku!" It was so hard to swallow the knot into her throat, she wanted to stop right there, yet Anna couldn't control the torment inside her core and words came as naturally as the daylight: "You will! That shard will purify you!" And Kikyo's secret has been unveiled.
A dreadful smirk teared his face. In a single step the hanyo made himself so close that the woman almost fell behind.
"You must have thought I would never find it out, didn't you?" His large hand grabbed her neck, fingers squeezed the skin hard. "Do you really think that telling me this now changes anything? Before the damned Kikyo dies, her thoughts have been linked with mine through my spiderweb. I know everything, Annabelle." His nose tip touched hers. As the lass' turquoise eyes rolled to every sides, his were sunk over her visage like two sharpen rubies. "Both of you thought you could purify me with Kohaku's shard, but you have underestimated me. Not even priestess Midoriko's will was able to overcome my shouki when I took Koga's shards," and he released a so macabre laughter that shivered every strand of her hair. "I must admit you have learned something from me in the end. I never thought you could be so cynical." His breath blew upon the pale skin of the lass whose mouth opened wide, seeking for air. It wasn't the first time that Anna was facing his anger in such way, however, Naraku surely wasn't the same as before, if he has been able to murder Kikyo, nothing would stop him to get rid of her right there, not after her betrayal at least.
And what purpose in life did she have? Before meeting Kagewaki, Annabelle used to wander aimlessly, her goal was to hide from Ailyn. Now her twin was far and safe, blessed with a whole new life ahead. Not even the escape served as a reason to live anymore. As long as she would be bonded with Naraku, her head would be at stake even if it was indirectly, so Anna couldn't have the luxury to get attached to anybody, or this person would always be in danger. What was she doing in there, then? To die, in the end, would be a present.
To die before him, most of all.
Maybe it was fate, first he killed Kikyo and now has come her time, it didn't matter anyway. Embracing whatever it comes, her eyes slowly closed, the lass didn't even mention to grab his arm, her two ones just remained inertial, waving along the cold wind's will.
"Forgive me..." that was all she could utter, in an almost inaudible whisper. That appeal wasn't only for the hanyo, but also to the sacrificed miko, for Anna just betrayed her intention. But such storm within the western lass has grew too much to be controlled.
The fury inside his core burned, then froze. Naraku could swear the ginger woman was almost smiling into his deadly grasp, not moving an inch of a muscle. The black cursed pearl he safely kept didn't react, showing there was no tainted feeling into the foreigner's soul towards him, even if she had helped Kikyo to purify Kohaku's shard. So why did she attempt against his life? Why wouldn't she fight to defend herself now?
"Why don't you react, huh?" Firstly, he shook the woman, and she did nothing. "What is it Annabelle, will you give up just like this?" The spider mocked, his victim stood still. Then his fingers began to loose the grip around her neck. The blindness caused by rage at last began to cease and he remembered the pain, the void revolving into his depths when seeing her withered over the grass, circled by white and red roses, with not a breath to share.
"Do it already, don't torture me anymore!" Her sealed eyes tightened, teeth gritted.
"No!" He shouted, releasing her at once, while the lass stumbled, his hands shook nervously. Although the hanyo felt betrayed, he hadn't the courage to reap her fragile life. Just thinking he almost twisted that feeble neck brought the most unpleasant shivers inside.
"Do it," panting, with disarranged ginger locks covering one eye, she lifted her face and stared at him. He looked as tormented as she was. "Do it!" Anna yelled and slapped his shoulders. "Do it!" Words repeated themselves ferociously while the woman started to push him, well, at least she tried, for the arachnid's body was like a stone that merely waved to a side or another.
"No, Annabelle!" He restrained her hands into his strong fingers. The sadness and wrath into the celestial eyes have wavered him to the point of feeling his very soul twirl under his shell.
"Why don't you finish my suffering once and for all, as you did to her?!" She vociferated between sobs and grunts, her crying has already turned her skin pink.
"I do not understand you, you are free to live your life, what more could you possibly want?!" The hanyo held her shoulders, squeezing the puffy sleeves of her blue dress. Annabelle laughed bitterly, yet her tears didn't cease to fall. "What do you want, woman?!" He asked even louder.
"Shit!" Anna shouted, tossing his hands off her, then she moved away in large, anxious steps, wiping her eyes while turning on her back. "Shit, Naraku!" The lass embraced herself.
"Why did you help Kikyo?" He sounded a bit calmer while asking. Yet, a shade of resentment still echoed in his deep tone.
"I helped Kohaku, the boy doesn't deserve to die because of your cruelties!" Her fingers rubbed her own eyelids once more. "Forgive me!" She breathed in deeply, hiding her face behind trembling hands.
Then, the Spider's regained heart felt like stopping abruptly. An icy chill ran into his belly, red eyes widened and shimmered, the ones on his face, and that big, nervous globe which twirled on his front.
"I killed the man you loved, I killed your sister, who was the only family you had in this world..." Naraku pointed as his steps were making him enclose the crying woman. "And you ask for my forgiveness?" In just one move he managed to turn Annabelle to him again, so his fingers cupped her cheeks and he could stare deeply into those clear eyes and look for any sign of figment. Yet, all the hanyo saw were suffering and remorse inside the overflowing pools. "What is wrong with you?" Although he still felt annoyed, his hands gently moved some coppery locks away from her wet frame, paying attention to how her features changed once she could feel his touch, was it violent or tender. She didn't look like the woman who spat on his face months ago.
"I don't know!" First, Anna touched those sheltering hands, then her fingers slid up his armored arms, climbing over large shoulders. "There are so many things going wrong inside of me that I don't even know from where to start." Finally she reached his face and caressed the pale cheeks, ending up stroking dark curled locks which came from his ear's side and fell upon his chest. "All I know is that seeing you here right in front of me, safe and sound, although I'm devastated by Kikyo's death, I feel relieved even so!" Her voice cracked. "I should feel ashamed of myself, yet I feel..." She sobbed. "It doesn't matter though, because I know this feeling of relief won't last, sooner or later they will corner and defeat you, and I don't have the right to resent them for doing so!" Words slipped fast, desperate, while her head shook so intensely that Naraku pressed his palms harder over her cheeks to make her stop.
"Why do you care? You have nothing to do with all of this anymore." His forehead touched hers. The hanyo's words could be harsh, and still his gestures contradicted each one of them, even though his pride must be hurt while listening the woman underestimating his powers.
"It's not like I can controll this, Naraku! Don't you think I keep repeating this same sentence to myself everyday? I just care! I don't want you to suffer, I don't want you to die!" Her fingers sunk under his raven hair, bringing his head even closer to hers.
"Didn't you say you wanted to watch my doom?" The hanyo mentioned, despite his lips smirked, his eyes looked jaded.
"I wasn't thinking right because of my anger!" Her hands held firmly his nape. "I said that to hurt you, because I was feeling hurt. But, just the thought of you dying, I... I feel..." Anna couldn't finish the sentence, her voice got as weak as a faint breeze.
"Pity, what you feel towards me is pity, Annabelle, it has always been." Bitterly, he disdained. "I don't need that, mostly in a moment like this when I am so close to reach my goal."
"What goal? What bloody goal is that, Naraku?! It has no point, don't you see? It's just an illusion!" Their noses rubbed again, one tip softly pressed against each other.
"What you and I lived together, that was an illusion. For some reason you want to remain attached to it, but the naked true is that all we had, from the very start, has been nothing but a fallacy." Along those sharpen words, their lips were almost touching, their breaths intertwined, and although Naraku has shared such hopeless thoughts, his eyes were almost closed, his very voice sounded low, husky, with a discreet melancholy on it's timber. "I am nothing but a living memory of your dearest Hitomi Kagewaki, he was the one who you should be with now–" Suddenly, he has been interrupted by a mouth covering his own urgently, as arms wrapped firmly around his nape. His groan has been muffled by such starving kiss.
Annabelle didn't want to listen anymore, the same doubts he had were haunting her, she couldn't tell if she was focusing on an silly idealization, if she was simply obsessed with something she wished it could be true, or if it was indeed real and yet, for being so shattered within, she wasn't able to let herself experience it to find out. Annabelle once made Naraku believe he almost achieved to conquer her, and that single opportunity has been wasted. However, in that instant, forgotten of any resentment and pride, the lass was grabbing the hanyo tight, her tongue fiercely overtaking his in fast, voracious spins. She sucked his lips vehemently, yearning for feeling his texture, to remember the taste of his kiss. He held her firmly, as his arms could break her waist in a half. The spider chelicerae on his back stretched, then folded around the woman's body and she never showed a single trace of disliking, nor fearing them. On the contrary, she pressed her front against his even more, her chest and belly rubbed against the closed giant eye while she insisted on savoring his lips and tongue untiringly, being delighted by the melodic deep moans escaping from Naraku's throat, harmonizing with her sweet soprano ones. This time there was no Shikon shard as an excuse for the desires revolving in her womb. As their bodies were bumping against each other, as their chests rubbed and his leg slipped between hers, as he bit her lips and licked them, Anna felt her core on fire, and she knew her arousal's scent would caught his nostrils soon. A bit more of such devouring would make Naraku lose the little reason he had left, so the hanyo subtly parted their mouths, and they trade gazes while gasping.
"If this is only an illusion, why does it feels so real?" Annabelle asked, trying to calm her breathing and heartbeats down. Her hands slid over the arachnid warmed face. His silence was a proof he hadn't an answer as well. So, the lass proceeded speaking: "The end is near, I can feel it..." She caressed his bangs, brushing the dark strands.
"Indeed." Crimson eyes sealed.
"I want to be with you one last time, before the end of it all." She sounded supplicant while stroking his swollen lips with her fingertips. "If I can't make you change your mind, give me at least this consolation."
"Why do you insist on it?" The hanyo asked, taking her hand to lay a lingering kiss on it's back. "You know that it's nothing but a lie..."
"Do you remember that cave where we have spent a night, before everything started to crumble again?" She didn't mind his words, responding with a new question.
"Ah, yes..." the Spider sighed. "I remember quite well." A bitter, brief smile curved his lips.
"It isn't so far, in two days I can get there."
"Where do you intend to get with this?" Skeptical, he inquired.
"I told you once, I know you remember it, that there was a time when you almost had me. It hasn't been in your castle, but in that cave, before I was under any shard's influence. There inside, I have opened my heart to you, Naraku. I wanted to love you." She caressed the curls on his nape, as the pair of blue eyes flickered their feeling of nostalgia tenderly.
The hanyo felt like each uttered word of hers disarmed him, draining his forces. Annabelle was right, he remembered that moment so well that he could relive it in details. The precious moment he has spoiled.
"I just want to be with you there one more time, I want to understand what is going on within me now that Shikon no Tama no longer is controlling my feelings and instincts." Again, her heart raced, and her breathing cracked. "I must figure if it's really a so convincing lie, or if it's a truth that I don't want to accept."
"Annabelle..." He murmured the name hoarsely, almost feeling paralyzed.
"Can you meet me there in two days?" She held his hands fondly.
"I will." That has been his surrendering. Even if his body was almost indestructible, his heart, already kept inside his chest, was completely fallen for her. All the lass needed to do was looking at him that way, with the same tender gleam of a time when his villainy hasn't yet tainted her soul. On that twilight, the echoes from an Annabelle he once knew reverberated vividly in her actions, and into the smile she was showing, enlightened by a glimmer of hope.
Bit by bit, they moved away, their hands finally parted. The woman came back to her wagon, the hanyo floated in the air, evolved by his protective bubble.
After every crimes he has committed – the ones she knew and the ones she never heard about – the lass gave him a chance to bid farewell at least. It wasn't his greatest wish, yet it was already something.
Anxiety filled them during the time while they've been parted. In two days, both could only think about their next encounter. The whole world could be falling apart, wars could be happening across the land, the siege could be closing each more around the spider hanyo, the screams of countless voices locked into the pearl could chant their miserable refrain and in the end, all that mattered was they would be together one more time, even if it could be the last.
To be continued...
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Needless to say that next chapter isn't for children, right? ;)
The weapon Koga mentioned he has achieved is Goraishi, which appears in Kanketsu-hen, episode 2 (if I'm not mistaken).
Well, did you enjoy the chapter? Please, leave a review, let me know. :3
See ya soon, kissuuuuus!!!!
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