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Hollow	By : tigertiger Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Rin Views: 7537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: There needs to be more dark and creepy Naraku/AdultRin out there!

**

When Naraku finds her, she has been wandering alone in the forest for many months.

Rin skirts each village she comes to, scavenges for food, and sleeps out in the elements. Really the life is not so different from her travels with Sesshoumaru-sama. Only now, Rin travels alone. She’s lost track of exactly how long it has been. It was early summer when Sesshoumaru-sama found her an appropriate living arrangement in a human village. This was done without consulting Rin, of course. Now it is early winter.

Rin thinks back to the last day that she spent with Sesshoumaru-sama. When he told her of the human husband who he’d chosen for her, she had merely nodded in acceptance, though later, she had given Jaken an earful, complaining about it.

“Don’t I have a choice?”

“It is for the best, Rin. You are no longer a little girl. Do you really wish to traipse around the forest following Sesshoumaru-sama until you’re a withered old hag?”

Jaken always did have a way with words.

“Yes, Jaken, if it means that I could stay with Sesshoumaru-sama, then yes, I would.”

Rin tilted her chin defiantly at the little youkai then, her eyes flashing. Jaken was intimidated and he took a few steps away from her. However, when Sesshoumaru stepped into the clearing a few moments later, Rin’s shoulders slumped in defeat and she humbly bowed her head in submission. As always, she would agree to whatever Sesshoumaru-sama had decided without question. To defy him, to question him, that was unthinkable.

Rin traveled willingly the short distance to the village to meet her husband-to-be. But the arrangements were not to her liking. Rin ran away less than a week after she arrived. A little less innocent than before, a little sadder, but twice as determined that life in a human village was just not for her.

But what manner of life was right for her?

**

Rin has grown accustomed to overlooking things, to looking for the silver lining in the bloodthirsty maniac. It had proved quite easy with Sesshoumaru-sama. He’d been a vision in white, shining brightly in the gloom of the forest, complete with flowing moonlight for hair. He was not human. Therefore she didn’t hold him accountable to human restrictions or morals. This didn’t bother Rin at all since from an early age, her experience with human-kind had been decidedly negative.

Naraku is also not human, at least not anymore. Obviously, no human had ever possessed blood-red irises or thick, meaty tentacles growing out of their back. Rin finds his inhumanness to be strangely comforting.

And so Rin doesn’t run as he approaches her. She doesn’t quake in fear. Not a shock, surely. Rin had acted in a similar fashion as a young child, when she had first approached the wounded Tai-Youkai, with a complete lack of fear.

Thoughts of that first meeting with Sesshoumaru-sama crowd her mind as she faces Naraku across the clearing. The chill of winter creeps up her sleeves and under the hem of her kimono. She shivers slightly. Naraku’s eyes are cruel and cold. Still, Rin does not pay any heed to his cold expression and her gaze does not falter as it slides from the hunting knife in her lap to draw level with those red-ringed irises. She had witnessed a similar expression on Sesshoumaru-sama’s face many, many times. Such things have long since ceased to rattle her.

**

Before Naraku arrives, Rin has spent many a long and lonely night worrying about just how long she will survive in the cruel winter weather. She sleeps in caves and other inadequate shelters. It is only a matter of time before her weak human body gives into sickness or the elements. At least while traveling with Sesshoumaru, she was afforded such basic necessities as a supply of warm clothing, protection from roving youkai, food, and even shelter when the weather was overly harsh. Not a luxurious life, certainly, but her basic needs were met. Now such things are no longer assured. There were other ways that being alone wasn’t easy for Rin. After years of constant contact with Ah-un, Jaken, and Sesshoumaru, the loneliness that she experienced was something akin to a physical pain. But, she continued to avoid humans, avoided making contact with any strange youkai... all of that was simply out of the question.

Rin is secretly happy to have such worries to occupy her mind. It helps her to stave off the bitter ache of rejection from having been sent away from those who she had come to consider family.

Sesshoumaru-sama…

The bite of the winter wind suddenly seems colder, more lethal at the thought of him. She’d done the unthinkable and defied the wishes of Sesshoumaru-sama when she'd left the village. At least it had been a clean break, no tearful goodbyes or bitter words. But now she felt so very alone.

Perhaps this is why Rin’s initial reaction to Naraku’s unexpected entrance into the light of her campfire was one of relief at seeing a familiar face, rather than one of fear.

**

Rin knows that Naraku is the enemy of her master – former master, she reminds herself – and that meeting him alone and unprotected in the forest at night might bode ill for her. She is not a fool. Naraku is a genius with an amazing capacity for anticipating and manipulating events as they unfolded. He is just as ruthless as he is clever. But Naraku’s threat throughout the years had always been a vague one. Naraku had never directly threatened her. This was accomplished by Kagura, the Shichi'nintai and his countless other minions. The few glimpses she’d had of Naraku had always been from afar. Still, his aura of power and menace was unmistakable.

The novelty of his sudden appearance wears off and a tingle of fear creeps up and down her spine. Rin steps back a few paces and regards him warily. He steps toward her and Rin grips the hunting knife resting on her knee out of instinct for self-preservation. Naraku stops directly in front of her, but makes no further move. Naraku’s smile grows a little wider and more predatory. Rin cannot help but be reminded of the cold-blooded smirk that Sesshoumaru-sama sometimes wore while facing down an enemy. Rin almost, but not quite, smiles back.

“Where is your master?” Rin startles a little at the sound of Naraku’s smooth voice.

“I have no master,” she replies simply.

Naraku’s lips pinch together in irritation. He steps forward, grabs her arm and roughly pulls her to her feet. Rin looks into Naraku’s narrowed, angry eyes and realizes that it is best to give him what he wants. Naraku’s loss of patience might result in a painful experience for her.

“I do not know where Sesshoumaru-sama is. I cannot lead you to that which you seek, my lord,” she answers truthfully. “I travel alone now.”

“He will come for you, you little fool,” Naraku hisses as he pulls her against him before lifting them both into the air.

Rin does not tremble in fear at his tight hold on her arm, but she does realize the danger she is in. Despite her trepidation, she is still undecided as to whether this new development is actually a bad one. After all, she is no longer alone. She considers what little she knows of Naraku as they travel. Perhaps, perhaps …she thinks.

Naraku is a little surprised by her absence of fear and is curious, despite himself. He doesn’t seem to realize that she is in the market, so to speak.

**

Of course Sesshoumaru-sama doesn’t come for Rin and she is not surprised.

If Naraku is angry about this, he doesn’t show it. But once he realizes that she was speaking the truth, he ignores her.

Rin wonders if he expects her to wander off now that she’s neither a bargaining tool nor a prisoner. She feels like a ghost, wandering the halls of the nearly abandoned castle. It is similar to being alone in the forest, but at least she’s well-fed and sheltered from the cold, she rationalizes. Rin is ever practical.

**

Rin’s footsteps echo hollowly across the wide, empty room. She waits for Naraku to acknowledge her presence. He does not turn to face her and seems intent on ignoring her entry. Rin finally tires of waiting for him and speaks. “I wish to stay.” Her own words sound child-like, ineffective to her own ears.

Naraku’s eyes widen marginally as he turns his head and peers at her from the corner of his eye.

“And why is that?” he asks in genuine curiosity.

I have nowhere else to go… Rin raises her chin and tries to keep the desperation from her voice. “I can be of use to you.”

His eyes narrow into slits as he regards her suspiciously. “And in what fashion would that be?”

“In whatever way you wish, Naraku-sama.” Rin lowers her eyes and misses Naraku’s swift perusal of her body.

“You may stay,” he states simply as he sweeps past her and out of the room.

**

Rin does not see Naraku the next day or the next and she realizes that he has gone.

Perhaps Naraku is away orchestrating some intricate, destructive plot or another, she considers, or perhaps he has simply abandoned me and this empty castle.

Despite her worries, she waits. She is good at waiting. She was quite used to enigmatic ways and the comings and goings of Sesshoumaru-sama, therefore she now knows what is expected of her.

To wait and wait and wait…

Rin hates waiting.

Her days are busy with the mundane details involved in providing food and necessities for herself and she is glad of it. It helps to keep her mind occupied. One day she strays far from Naraku’s castle to the outskirts of the closest village. She waits until night has settled over the village and then steals a small portion of material that she needs in order to make new clothing. Stitching new clothing for herself adds a little spice to the tedium of gathering food.

Rin meets no one during her daily activities. The castle is deserted. Sometimes she worries that humans, perhaps bandits, will take residence there and that she will be forced to leave, but they do not come. This surprises her a little and also gives her hope that Naraku plans to return. She has much time to ponder the happenings of the past year. She rolls over the events in her mind: abandonment, her last, precious look at Sesshoumaru-sama, her brief and unsatisfactory marriage, her meeting with Naraku, the few words which have passed between them, and finally, her continued loneliness.

She begins to despair that she’ll be forced to spend the entire winter alone, haunted by her memories, when one night Naraku appears in her doorway.

She drops the garment that she’d been stitching in surprise.

Naraku speaks not a word as he crosses the space between them. Rin steels herself as she recognizes the look of cold determination in his eyes. He is on her within seconds. After quickly removing her clothing, he parts her legs with one knee and watches her reaction intently as he drives his thick member roughly into her. He feels a twinge of disappointment when she doesn’t flinch in pain from the forceful entry, but still he closes his eyes and grunts softly as he grinds himself inside of her. She feels impossibly tight and hot all around him and she is pliant as he pulls her legs up and hooks them over his arms. The action stretches her taunt over his phallus, but again Rin does not cry out, knowing the discomfort will not last. She catches a brief glimpse of a fierce, almost cruel expression in his red-colored eyes before he lowers his head and rests it against her shoulder. He shoves himself into her over and over. His is a selfish act, but one that she drinks in greedily. The intensity with which he uses her body pleases her. She has something of value to offer after all. He wants her and he takes her with a brutality that borders on desperation.

Rin feels truly wanted for perhaps the first time in her entire life.

She buries her small hands in the mass of dark hair trailing across her chest and then glides them over the straining muscles of his shoulders. Her acceptance of him is unconditional. Even he can feel it through his haze of selfish lust; it feels… overwhelming and brings with it an unfamiliar feeling of satisfaction that is very close to sexual gratification. He groans against her neck and must slow his frantic pace, lest he spill himself into her too soon.

While fucking her slowly, he fantasizes of what things he will do to her later, to both pleasure her and hurt her. These thoughts push him over the edge in a rush of feeling and he cries out.

**

Over the following weeks, he takes her in all the ways possible for a man to take a woman. His experimentation becomes quite thorough and obsessive, as intricate as any plot he’d ever concocted to defeat his enemies.

When he is feeling magnanimous, he makes love to her slowly, carefully, tenderly, watching her as she shudders under him, reveling in her complete trust and acceptance of his touch, his body, of him.

When a dark mood is upon him, he causes her pain. He takes her roughly, uses her body for his own pleasure. But even then, he revels in her acceptance of his will and his incessant lust. The first time he presses himself against the tight opening of her rectum, she cries out in pain but doesn’t fight or pull away. He presses into her, not stopping until his member is sheathed inside of that almost unbearably tight entrance. The pleasure is exquisite. The combination of her complete and utter submission to his desires and the exquisite tightness of her sphincter clutching at his shaft cause him to lose his control just a little. He ejaculates inside of her after only a few thrusts.

Control is the one thing that he never loses and he feels both hot anger at this loss and a strange, new emotion which shakes him to the core.

He quickly pumps himself with his hand until he is erect once again and thrusts into her anus again without any warning or regard for her discomfort. His thrusts grow wilder, less controlled, she shudders beneath him, whether in pain, or pleasure, or a mixture of both, he has no idea. But it reminds him of the degrading act he is subjecting her to and a thrill of pure pleasure runs through him. The strange, new feeling from before tinges this thrill with regret, but it only causes him to bare his teeth and thrust harder against her. She cries out and that sound sends him over the edge. He groans out his pleasure against her shoulder as he trembles with the force of spilling his seed into her tight passage.

“I love you,” he breathes against her neck. These words surprise them both.

**

After this, Naraku retreats into their love. He resigns himself to a complete and total obsession with Rin by the time that a single year has passed. Rin loves him back in her quiet, passive way. She has always loved him she decides, she must have loved him, from that first day when he found her alone in the forest and he took her away. He makes her feel complete... safe. His constant need for her gives her a sense of power for the first time in her life. She accepts his dark, cruel periods along with his obsessively attentive moods. And now there is one thing that he never does: he never ignores her; he never makes her wait. Instead, he twists his love around her. His desire to possess her fully and completely and in every way possible is all-consuming. His lovemaking is as alternately passionate and cruel. She has not changed his basic nature, but now he shuns the outside world and fixates that darkly obsessive nature on Rin.

Naraku dotes on Rin; he is even uncharacteristically tender at times. When he hurts her either physically or emotionally, she accepts it as easily as she accepts his tenderness. She doesn’t turn from him when he digs his fingertips cruelly into the supple flesh of her thighs or chuckles as he wrenches her hair back as he fucks her roughly. Instead she turns to him for comfort, for he is always there to comfort her later. He holds her and whispers some sort of apology. He seems to take a sort of perverse pleasure in apologizing for his abuse while knowing full-well that he will commit such brutal acts on her again later. He takes pleasure in the fact that she allows him to do so, over and over, and perhaps even enjoys the abuse herself. One of his greatest pleasures is to dominate her in this way.

Still he finds himself strangely submissive whenever she takes his phallus into her mouth. He throws back his head and groans in pleasure, but cannot bring himself to turn this into an act of dominance. He submits to her in this one way and watches in fascination as she sucks him in and out of her mouth. Sometimes, after he has ejaculated into her warm mouth, he feels oddly drained, as though she has drunk his life-force along with his semen. He lies there limply beside her and allows himself to wallow in this feeling of blankness. It’s a tangible relief for the intense hanyou to occasionally find himself relieved of the burden of his feelings and desires.

Her acceptance and love subdue him; he has lost interest in his insidious plots and quests for power. He lies there in the dark with her instead, watching her, staring into the dark as he idly strokes her hair, making love to her, sleeping beside her. He knows very well he has been subdued and he no longer cares.

**

When she passes into the next world, he falls to his knees and bows his head. His dark hair falls over his eyes and hides his grief. He does not unleash his terrible evil onto the world again. Instead, he feels empty. He has taken her, used her. Through loving her, he knows he has allowed her to suck him dry, to absorb his very essence.

Naraku realizes that Rin has done something to him. Through taking him into herself, accepting and loving him without reservation, she has taken a large part of him with her when she died. It leaves him feeling hollow, but he is unable to regret the loss.

He has willingly given all of himself, his darkness, and what little light that he possessed. Rin accepted all he had to give with greedy eagerness and love. Naraku focused his calculating, obsessive mind on her, enforced his will upon her. Only on her. His cruel nature. His darkness. His love. She took it all and he can’t bring himself to regret it.

Finis

AN: I hope you enjoyed this little Naraku/Adult-Rin oneshot. Credit for betaing goes to Dark Avenger.

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