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Rare Blood	By : GodOfInsanity Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > Sessh?maru/Naraku > Sessh?maru/Naraku Views: 3200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Rare Blood�
By: God of Insanity
Pairing(s): Naraku/Sesshoumaru
Summary: Sesshoumaru was just a human minding his own business when one night a strange man paid him a visit�and changed his world. Warning: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY! Nara/Sess
Warning(s): M/M YAOI, AU(Modern Day), SesshUKE(human), Blood, Oral, Maledom, D/s, NaraVAMP, Character Death, and other warnings apply.
A/N: This fanfic was actually supposed to be written LAST Halloween, but I never found the time nor the will. I was talking one time with Lordoftherest and I agree with her...I think Naraku makes a sexy vampire. . My tolerance of vampires has gotten extremely low because of how pathetic and overdone they are these days. -_-
Important Note: I�m going to start updating shorter chapters. These long chapters are burning me out and I will be able to update more if I shorten them up a bit. OH and �The Spider and The Fly� WILL get a sequel after I update Ini-Herit and The Screaming.
Disclaimer(s): I do not own any of the InuYasha characters, the manga, the anime, or anything related to it. I merely own my own ideas and the effort I put into these fan fictions. I make no profit whatsoever.
Chapter 1: "Deine Blut "
~*~*~*~*~*~
"You're going to have to call a cab tonight, Sessh!" Informed an abrasive-sounding voice. The owner of said coarse voice was an 18-year-old boy with big brown expressive eyes. He had wild, messy looking shoulder length black hair and tanned skin that bore several scars most likely from his fighting days. He didn't fight anymore, but back when he barely was a teenager, he would fight in the streets nearly every day for money and prestige. He had stopped fighting after he had nearly died from a big fight he had had with a meaner, tougher man. Now...he just worked in a bar with his older brother.
Sesshoumaru stopped polishing a beer glass and set it down gingerly. One of his thin, well-defined eyebrows twitched in agitation. He asked slowly, yet frostily, "Oh, and why is that, InuYasha?"
"My girlfriend just called me. She's going into labor and needs me to drive her to the hospital!" InuYasha explained hastily while he donned on his black leather coat. He hopped on the bar and held out his hand expectantly. "Please, can I have the keys?"
The older brother closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Without another word, he dropped the car keys into the younger man's waiting hand.
"Thanks, Sessh! I'll make it up to you later, I promise!"
"Go on; get out of here before I throw something at you."
InuYasha smiled and dashed out of the bar, his emotions ranging from excited and worried.
Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and started cleaning more glasses. It was a slow night and barely anyone was in the establishment. Those that were still lingering were taking a lifetime to finish their drinks. He pretty much had nothing to do except keep an eye on them and clean a few glasses. Even though it was a weekday, it was typically a bit more busy than it was now, but every now and then, there would be dead nights.
In a way, he was glad for the peace and quiet.
Sesshoumaru often attracted customers because of his strange, yet intriguingly attractive looks. He had a very rare blood type that only one in every million or more had. He was Japanese, yet he had been born with silver hair, very pale skin, and cold eyes that were so hazel that they looked amber at times. Sometimes people even mistook him for being albino because of the complexion of his skin and the hue of his hair.
Unfortunately, his rare blood type had its major drawbacks. His father had always been extremely protective of him and never let him do anything without his permission, which meant he had lived a very sheltered life. His father had always had watchful eyes lest an accident happens and even now, his little brother always kept a sharp eye on him. It was all for a very good reason, though. There would be no potential blood donors for him, which meant that if he needed a blood transfusion, he would most likely die before he found a suitable donor.
What made matters worse was his blood type made him a hairsbreadth away from being anemic. All his life he had to take a wide variety of medications and vitamins just to keep him healthy. Frequently he would get sick for days, sometimes weeks at a time. In spite of all that, even when he was healthy, he felt weak and needed to rest several times a day.
So it was actually understandable why they acted like body guards.
Despite their good reasons for their over protectiveness, he often felt smothered by his family. He was a grown man, yet his own father still treated him like a child. And wherever he worked, and whatever shift he had, his brother would be there. It was trying on all of them, especially Sesshoumaru, but they loved him and couldn�t bear to lose him. He understood that. But still�
This was the first time in his life that he was by himself. Alone.
And it felt better way than sex.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sesshoumaru glanced up and was startled to know that there was a newcomer in the tavern. Someone had walked in and for some reason he hadn't noticed. Which was weird because he always noticed whenever anyone entered the establishment, busy or not.
What else was odd was that everyone else, even though it had been a few scarce people, were gone. That meant Sesshoumaru was alone with him.
The stranger was seated farthest away from Sesshoumaru. He was sitting alone at the darkest table and seemed to be patiently awaiting someone to take his order.
Normally, InuYasha or someone else would have taken his order, but the silver-haired man was alone. Even though he could barely make out the other man from the distance, something about him really irked Sesshoumaru. With a reluctant, defeated sigh, the bar tender dropped his towel down on the bar and made his way over to the newest customer.
As soon as he reached him, he stood but a few feet away. Close enough to see and hear him, but farther away at a more comfortable, safer distance.
Sesshoumaru almost gasped at what he saw.
The other man was not only unearthly handsome, but he was also forebodingly frightening. Why he was scary was hard to explain, but Sesshoumaru felt afraid of this man. It could perhaps be described as being in the proximity of a wolf or tiger. Beautiful as it was to look at it, it was also dangerous and deadly to contend with.
The man had skin that was even more pallid than Sesshoumaru's. He looked as if he were bloodless. Even in the shadow, his pale skin seemed to glow in stark contrast to the black that cloaked it. What was also surprising about his appearance was his unusually long, inky black wavy hair that looked as if it reached down past his knees. It wasn't every day that one came across a person with, let alone a man, with hair that passed his ass.
Sesshoumaru had long hair himself, but his flaxen locks only reached down to his lower back.
The spooky man's attire was black and form fitting, conforming quite nicely to his body. Not a shred of color, dirt, or dust stained the clothes he wore. Even sitting down, he looked like he was a tall, fit man that worked out. No doubt his body was toned and muscled under those dark clothes of his.
But most of all, the man's face was flawlessly perfect, or so it seemed. His features were in perfect proportion, yet despite that, there seemed something inhumane about them. Perhaps it was the perfection.
The man's eyes were covered by black sunglasses that hid the view of his eyes. So, the color of his eyes was pretty much anyone's guess. But even with his eyes hidden, when he looked at Sesshoumaru, his gaze was so sharply intense that the bartender felt frozen stiff, like a deer caught in the fierce glare of a powerful, lethal predator.
Sesshoumaru didn't know why, but his fear of this attractive, yet bizarre man seemed to increase the more he stared at him. Something inside of his mind told him to leave, to get away as fast as he could. The warning bells were going off, but he chose to ignore them. As true as it was that he could feel paralyzing fear, he was not one to run away. This Sesshoumaru was no coward.
"Good evening..." Spoke the dark-haired man slowly and languidly as if he had all the time in the world. His voice sounded cultured and enticingly deep. Yet, it also sounded as if he hadn't used his voice in a very long time. Despite that, his baritone was strong, smooth, and could weaken just about anybody.
Sesshoumaru merely gaped at him.
The other man chuckled quietly and almost inaudibly to the stunned bartender. "I know you must be weary. The night shift is never an easy one. So, I will just order a simple drink. Do you serve sake here?"
As if slapped out of his reverie, Sesshoumaru blinked slowly and then nearly rolled his eyes. This was Japan, so of course sake was available. But then again, this man could be foreigner. "Yes."
"Very good. I'll have one cup."
Sesshoumaru turned away, even though he was reluctant to. He never liked turning his back on anyone that gave him the creeps or was untrustworthy. Even as he walked to the bar, the feeling of intense eyes bore into his back. The feeling made him shiver and he did not like it.
When the hazel-eyed man returned with a sake bottle and a glass, he set it down gingerly and poured the hauntingly beautiful man some of the drink. He had brought the entire bottle just in case the man changed his mind. Most customers tended to want more than one drink no matter what they claimed.
Little did he know that the eyes behind the dark shades carefully watched his every move as if transfixed�or calculating.
Just as Sesshoumaru turned to walk back to the bar, a strong hand clasped him by the wrist and turned him around. Oddly enough, the hand felt cold to the touch. Like ice.
"Have a seat. I am most certain that you have been on your feet all night."
Sesshoumaru, who seemed as if he were under a trance, did as he was told. He sat down across from the other man and didn't utter one word.
With the same hand he had grabbed Sesshoumaru with, the strange man picked up the cup and took a slow slip of the sake.
"You do not speak much, do you?" The other man remarked and set his cup down. He smiled almost grimly when he saw Sesshoumaru shake his head. He slid the cup over to the bartender. "Here, have a drink. You look as if you need it. Now...a silent beauty is refreshing, I will admit. And alluring."
Sesshoumaru stared at the glass blankly, but when the words registered in his mind, he snapped out of his stupor. With narrowed eyes, he asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
"I bear you no offence, young one. I find you remarkably beautiful and I find myself inclined to declare it.�
The silver-haired man could only blink at that. A warm heat spread from his face down to his body. Normally when someone complimented him or stared at him, he would feel annoyed. But the way this man looked at him and talked�was something else entirely.
To change the subject, Sesshoumaru asked, �Would you like anything else?�
The strange man traced the rim of his sake glass with the tip of his index finger. It wasn�t clear whether his eyes stayed trained on the bartender or the glass due to his dark shades.
Something told Sesshoumaru it was the former.
�Nothing that can be bought with money.� The raven-haired man finally replied. He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved some money which he gingerly placed on the table. Elegantly, he rose from his seat and stood to his full, towering height.
Sesshoumaru stood as well and was stunned at how tall this odd man was. He had always been taller than the normal Japanese man, but the peculiar man that stood before him seemed to be nearly seven feet tall. The only other man that Sesshoumaru had ever known to be taller than him was his own father.
As the bar tender turned to leave, the other man swiftly caught him by the wrist. He brought said wrist to his mouth and kissed it slowly as if he were savoring it. He then pulled the slighter male closer and kissed the side of his mouth.
Sesshoumaru was taken aback and could only stand there in something he�d later call a �trance�. What the other man had done had seemed much more intimate to him than sex. In fact, he could feel something most would call �butterflies� fluttering around in his stomach.
It was strange how he could fear this stranger one moment, and then feel infatuated the next.
�Thank you for your time. Have a delightful night, young man. Oh, and keep the change. I always tip pleasant company...� Was all the strange man said before he left the establishment.
As soon as the other man was gone, Sesshoumaru�s daze left him instantly. He shook his head and then sighed. He walked towards the door, locked it, then he turned around and sagged against the door. He was exhausted and still had a lot of work to do before he left.
But that didn�t bother him. What bothered him was what he felt. Sesshoumaru felt relieved that eccentric man was gone, but at the same time, he strangely felt�miserable.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sesshoumaru glanced at the clock. It was about twenty minutes before 3 AM. With a small yawn, he retrieved all the abandoned glasses and set them on the bar. Next, he quickly but efficiently wiped down all the tables and removed any trash items. He then swept the floor and mopped It. When he was satisfied that the tavern was indeed spotless, he returned to the bar and cleaned all the dirty glasses. The hazel-eyed man then did a few other tedious tasks that required his attention before he left for the night.
It was 3 Am on the dot when he was finished with everything. The young man grabbed his coat and exited the tavern. He locked it, of course, and then started on the 40 minute walk home. He could have called a cab, but he didn�t want to wait forever for one to come.
As the exhausted man walked home, he felt as if he were being watched. It was a feeling he despised and for over a year he had often felt that eerie, creepy feeling. Since nothing terrible ever happened, he shrugged it off and decided not to dwell on it any further.
After about twenty minutes or so of walking, a abandoned shrine came into view. When he reached it, he turned his head and peered at it hard.
It was a typical looking Shinto shrine, but it looked ancient, as if it should be condemned. Sesshoumaru never saw or heard about anyone ever visiting it. Whenever he asked someone about the shrine, he or she would shake his or her head and walk away. He didn�t blame them because the shrine seemed to instill fear.
It had a foreboding aura about it and seemed like a dark, dead place. During the day it still looked spooky because tall, gigantic trees surrounded it which cloaked it completely in shadow. The shadow always stayed no matter how high the sun rose.
Whenever he passed this shrine, the horrible feeling of being watched struck him the hardest. It felt as if spiders crawled all over his body and pinpricks of needles poked him everywhere.
Sesshoumaru hated the shrine and tried his best to avoid it as much as possible. Because of that, he never let his curiosity get the better of him. He wasn�t a coward, but he wasn�t an idiot. He also wasn�t a snitch or a snoop, either. If it wasn�t his business, he stayed out of it.
Sesshoumaru shook his head and dismissed such thoughts from his mind. He started walking by the shrine, but stopped when he noticed a dim illumination in one of the windows. He had never seen a light in any of the windows before. Obviously someone was inside. The light was most likely a candle because it wasn�t bright and it seemed to flicker.
Even though he was curious, he started walking again. He had common sense and wasn�t stupid like the characters in �scary� movies. He also didn�t care for scary movies because they always had senseless violence, sex, same basic lame plotline, and oh, the characters were all the same. That and those movies weren�t actually scary. Just stupid.
Besides, to Sesshoumaru�the Unknown was much scarier than some idiot wielding a chainsaw or knife. You could always shoot, stab, or wrestle the idiot, but when it came to the Unknown�what could you possibly do?
Something was wrong, though.
He was walking, but no matter how long he walked, he could never pass the shrine. It was almost as if a treadmill was under the ground, but he didn�t feel the concrete move at all. With a frustrated growl, he walked faster and faster, but still he couldn�t pass.
Sesshoumaru fished his cell phone out of his pocket and tried to dial a number, but the phone sizzled and died as if it had had a short or something. He couldn�t get it to turn on no matter what he did. He was incredibly frustrated and in a fit of rage, he flung the cell phone away as far as he could.
With an exasperated sigh, the tired man glanced at the shrine. It seemed to invite him. �Oh no, you don�t. I�m not a baka like my little brother.�
Sesshoumaru stubbornly stood there, arms crossed over his chest as he tried to think of what to do. He ultimately decided to wait for a car to eventually show up. He would wait as long as her had tp. There was no way in hell that he would step onto the Shrine�s grounds. He was as patient as they came.
It seemed like several hours had passed, but he couldn�t tell. He didn�t have his cell phone and his watch had stopped. It was still dark outside so that meant it was anywhere from 3-5 AM. He often caught himself pacing back and forth trying to come up with a solution to his strange dilemma. Being the realist he was, the idea of something paranormal was something he couldn�t accept. Spirits, aliens, and all the other supernatural things were just fables to him. In spite of that, he couldn�t think of anything logical to explain what was happening to him.
Just when Sesshoumaru felt about ready to scream his aggravation to the world, he saw a tall, dark figure standing about 15 or so feet away. Because it was so dark, he couldn�t make out any features. Hell, he wasn�t sure if it was male or female. But it did look very tall.
�Hello? Who are you and what is going on?� Sesshoumaru called and tried to sound normal instead of freaked out. His voice had wavered.
There was no answer, but the dark figure advanced slowly as if trying to deliberately spook Sesshoumaru further. The closer it came, the further the young man backed away.
�I don�t know who you are, but you�d better stay away from me.� Sesshoumaru ground out between clenched teeth. He was afraid. More afraid than he�d ever been in his life. Whenever he was scared, which wasn�t too often, he would become very angry and irrational.
The dark stranger seemed to pause at Sesshoumaru�s warning, yet crimson eyes seemed to glow out of all the darkness. Said eyes stared at him hard as if they could read everything about the young man. However, as intimidating as those eyes were, they were entrancing as well.
All thought seemed to dissolve inside Sesshoumaru�s head. The last thought he had was to look away, but it was too late.
He was lost in those blood red eyes when he felt large hands grip his shoulders and a hot tongue lave against his throat. Something sharp sank into his jugular, but it didn�t hurt. It strangely felt good. He heard a moan, but wasn�t sure if it came from him or someone else. Sesshoumaru�s eyes slid shut and his body went limp. Strong arms, or so he hoped they were arms, encircled his body and brought him against a bigger, harder body.
The sound of a throat swallowing liquid was all he heard before his world went black.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sesshoumaru awoke to the incessant chirping of birds. He groaned and blinked open bleary eyes. Yawning, he nearly jumped when he noticed a pretty woman sitting on the edge of the bed. She watched him with crimson eyes and held a cup in her small hands. Something about her dark, bound hair and pallid skin reminded him of that eccentric man he had met back at the tavern. She was lovely to the eyes, but there was an aura about her that didn�t seem quite human.
�Oh, you�re awake. Good. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn�t wake up. Here, drink this. It�ll make you feel better.� The woman placed the cup to his lips. He was too exhausted, weak, and thirsty to argue so he almost immediately drank the sweet liquid. It tasted like something akin to strawberries.
After a few minutes, he looked at her and inquired, �Who are you?�
She smiled gently at him. �I am Kagura, Sesshoumaru.�
One of his thin eyebrows arched. �You know my name. How?�
�In due time. Ask me another question.�
�Where am I and what happened?� Sesshoumaru asked, slightly annoyed that she had avoided his second question. He tried to sit up, but felt too weak and nauseous. His head also hurt and he felt dizzy.
�You are at the Yakamoto shrine. My master brought you here after he fed from you. That is why you feel so weak right now. But do not worry, that drink you had will restore your strength and blood within a few hours or so.�
Sesshoumaru felt chills run down his spine. �Fed�from me?�
Kagura nodded solemnly. �Consumed your blood.�
�What the hell kind of freak is he?� Sesshoumaru questioned, anger and fear coursing through his being.
The woman sighed and placed the cup on the bedside table. �There is no name for what he is, but�the westerners would call him a vampire.�
�Vampires don�t exist.� Deadpanned Sesshoumaru.
�When you see him again, you will change your mind. He is what he is whether you believe it or not.�
Sesshoumaru snorted. His neck itched terribly, so he scratched it. When he looked at his hand, there was bright blood on his fingers. His hazel eyes widened in alarm.
�Ah, that is where he marked you.�
�Marked me? What do you mean by that?� He continued to stare at the blood in disbelief.
�He bit you there. It scabbed over, but you opened it by scratching it. I�m afraid it will itch for awhile. Well, at least until you�re used to him feeding on you.� Kagura explained softly.
Sesshoumaru didn�t like the fact that whatever was done to him the night before would happen again. �If that is true, why did you choose the word marked?� He asked calmly. He had never been one to panic in any situation. The young man wasn�t exactly pleased with the situation at hand, but he knew talking it out was better than freaking out.
Kagura sighed, a deep sorrow etched in her scarlet eyes. �You belong to him now. None of the others will dare touch you for as long as he lives.�
Anger boiled in the man�s hazel eyes. �So this freak kidnaps people, drinks their blood, marks them�and then what? And who are these Others?�
The pale woman glanced around warily as if she were afraid someone was listening. �I cannot reveal too much right now. But I will tell you that you�re the first he�s marked since�well, I don�t even recall. I�m not certain if that is a good or a bad thing, though.�
�Are you his accomplice or something? You called him master. What does that mean?� Sesshoumaru didn�t like anything she had told him. The more she said, the colder and clammier his body felt.
�In due time, Sesshoumaru. I must leave you now. I have matters to attend to. Sleep now and I promise I�ll return to try and answer more of your questions.� And with those last words, the mysterious, yet saddened woman departed.
Sesshoumaru was stumped. He didn�t even know what to think.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A few hours later, Sesshoumaru woke up. His watch told him it was 3:46 PM. He then noticed his surroundings were quite different. He was in a room that looked as if he were back in the Feudal era, which exception to the bed he was and the bedside table, of course. He sat up and studied the room with skeptical eyes. The silver-haired man remembered everything, but he wasn�t sure if he believed it or not. Regardless of that fact, he did feel better. In fact, he felt much stronger than he had ever felt in his entire life.
Before he could leave the bed, the shoji door slid open and Kagura walked into the room. She gazed at him with almost scrutinizing eyes. �How do you feel?�
�Better.� Was all he offered before he crawled out of the bed. He didn�t hesitate to stride purposely to the door.
�You cannot leave.� The woman blocked the open doorway.
�Get out of my way.� Growled Sesshoumaru.
�I cannot. You must stay and listen to me. Your very life is in mortal jeopardy. If I were you, I would sit down and listen to what I have to say.� She gestured to the bed in invitation. The woman didn�t budge from her spot no matter how hard he glared at her.
Sesshoumaru sighed and caved in. After all, he was a logical person. �Very well.� He muttered and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Kagura smiled grimly, yet gratefully at him. �Thank you.�
�How am I in danger?�
The woman sighed, looked away for a moment, and then glanced back at him. �He is patient, but do not try his patience. He will not hesitate to kill you�if you try to escape. You can try, but the moment you try to set good outside, he will awaken and attack you. You see�he has his mark on you. Whatever you do, he can and will sense it.
Also, it�s never a good idea to wake him up during daylight hours. He becomes�enraged and primal. He has torn apart one of his own when he was woken up.�
Sesshoumaru�s skepticism mounted the more the woman spoke. �Where is he?�
�I cannot tell you that. I am forbidden to.�
�Why me?� Sesshoumaru asked despondently; his hands became tight fists in his lap.
�You have rare blood. He is intrigued by you. That is all I know on that subject.� Kagura responded, yet her eyes seemed to say otherwise as if she were keeping something from him.
�So�what am I�his food?�
�Partially�� Kagura trailed off, for she was hesitant to continue.
�What else does he want from me?�
Kagura looked away. �He intends to take you as his lover, willing or not. He always chooses a young man to slake both of his lusts.�
The horror Sesshoumaru was feeling increased marginally. �So he�s a kidnapper, blood drinker, and a deviant rapist?�
�Something like that. But�you will want and like what he does to you. After the first time, you will crave him�as he craves you, Sesshoumaru. I am sorry��
Sesshoumaru fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He felt incredibly numb and didn�t know what to think at the moment.
�I do not care to pry�but do you by any chance like men, Sesshoumaru?� Kagura asked while she seated herself on the edge of the bed beside him.
�Why is that relevant?� He asked, his stomach feeling extremely upset and queasy.
The small woman stared down at him with sympathy in her ruby eyes. �It�s better if you do. It won�t hurt your mind as much if you enjoy the company of men.�
�What do you mean by that?� The young man sat up and looked at her inquisitively.
�Well, I would think�if you�re a heterosexual man and another man is having sex with you that it would damage your mind and your pride.�
Sesshoumaru snorted at that. �Rape also damages the mind.�
�That is true, but it won�t feel like rape to you. I don�t know how to explain it, but with every single man, it never felt like rape to them. You will not be the exception. I can tell.� Kagura explained and patted his arm comfortingly.
�I am gay.� Sesshoumaru bit out. It seemed like the hardest thing he ever had to say. Not because he was shamed by it, or afraid of the reaction of other�s�but somehow, admitting it in this place made it hard. His brother, father, friends, and other people knew his orientation. He had never had qualms about telling people. He only told those that he thought deserved to know. Yet admitting it to Kagura made the situation seem all the more real to him. He didn�t like that.
Kagura sighed in relief. �Good.�
The hazel-eyed man turned his head to look at her. �Why do you stay here?�
�What do you mean by that?�
�You seem like a prisoner here. You look as if you want to be here as much as I do.� Sesshoumaru expanded and watched her with probing eyes.
�That is true, in a way.�Kagura sighed and stood up. The woman suddenly looked much older and her heartrending eyes looked tired. She reached out, grabbed his arm, and hoisted him up from the bed. �Come, let�s get you something to eat��
Sesshoumaru reluctantly followed her while a million questions burned behind his retinas. Even though he didn�t know this woman, something about her felt as if he could trust her. He had never felt this much ease with a stranger in all of his life.
But then again, everything she said could be a lie. Her Master could be some lowlife serial killer that kidnapped, tortured, and killed people. And she could be the killer�s accomplice.
Silently, to himself as he followed her, he wondered if he was willingly walking to his own doom.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Kagura had fixed something up for Sesshoumaru to eat. He barely ate anything, but he managed to swallow a few bites. His stomach was too upset and nauseous to bother with food so that when he felt like he would throw up, he stopped eating altogether.
�Your appetite will improve with time.� Kagura commented and cleared away the plate and food. She watched him for a moment and sighed again. �You need a bath. We don�t have much time, so let�s make haste, dear.�
�The bastard is going to wake up soon, I take it?�
Kagura nodded and escorted him to the bath house. It looked like an enclosed hot springs.
�I thought vampires didn�t like water.� Sesshoumaru remarked as he studied the bubbling, hot-looking water with suspicious eyes.
The scarlet-eyed woman found a towel and set it down near the edge of the pool. She also placed a bag near the towel, which probably had bathing accessories like soap in it. She also took a large decorative box and set it on a small table. When she was finished with her task, she turned and looked at him. A small smile graced her lips. �I�m sure some don�t� just as some humans don�t like water, either. You shouldn�t believe everything you read from fictional books, Sesshoumaru.�
Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes. �Hn. Do I get to bathe alone, or do you have to watch me?�
Kagura smiled again. �If you want privacy, I will leave you be.� She turned and started to exit the room, but she paused to say, �That box on the table has some fresh clothes in it. Don�t take too long, though. You don�t want him coming in here�� And with those last words, she left.
Sesshoumaru snorted and removed his clothes gingerly. He folded them neatly and set them on the table by the box. He was half-tempted to take his time in the water, but he hated baths so whenever he had to take a bath, he would be quick about it.
Still, when he stepped into the water and felt that liquid warmth surround him, he was sorely tempted to never leave it. But he couldn�t do that because he was anxious to meet the bastard that abducted him. He flexed his fingers and thought of the first thing he wanted to do. Punch the prick right in the face.
The thought of beating up the so-called vampire spurred the silver-haired man to scrub his skin clean, wash his hair, and wash whatever else needed to be cleaned. He was done in about ten minutes or so. After he was finished, he stepped out of the water and used the towel to dry himself off. He walked over to the box and lifted the top off. He picked up the garment and stared at it in disbelief.
�A kimono�?� Sesshoumaru gawked at it. It was mostly white, but had splashes of red near the shoulder and sleeves. It looked as if it had a white flower design. It looked beautiful and felt like real silk.
Realizing that there was no underwear, let alone pants, to go with the outfit, Sesshoumaru sighed and donned on the kimono anyway. It was long enough to cover his privates and most of his thighs, but it still made him feel uncomfortable. It felt as if he were wearing a kimono tailored for a woman. Well, at least it came with an obi to tie it closed.
The hazel-eyed man opened the shoji door and stepped out. He wasn�t sure where to go, so he just explored the dark hallway.
�You�d think they would light a few candles or something�� Sesshoumaru thought to himself as he wandered alone in the dark.
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Sesshoumaru had wandered into a room larger than the one he had woken up in. It looked as if it could pass as a dining room. Something about this entire place looked preserved�as if it had been around since the Feudal era or something.
He found Kagura standing in the room with her back to him. She turned around and looked him over. �You look nice.�
�Why am I wearing a kimono and why isn�t there any underwear or even pants?� Sesshoumaru asked; he was annoyed by what he had to wear and by the way she was staring at him.
�That is all he wants you to wear. He picked it out specifically. And before you ask, no one has ever worn it. It�s new, actually. He had someone make it just for you.�
�What am I, his doll now?�
Kagura smiled grimly at that and walked behind him with an ivory comb in her hand. She started carefully combing through Sesshoumaru�s hair ridding him of all the tangles. �He�s already awake��
�That�s wonderful. Where is the fucker?� Sesshoumaru asked sarcastically, semi enjoying the woman combing his hair. He was a sucker for anyone that combed, brushed, or played with his hair.
�The fucker is over here.� Purred a hauntingly familiar voice that made Sesshoumaru shudder.
The hairs on the back of Sesshoumaru�s neck rose. He slowly turned his head until he saw a tall, handsome man standing in the doorway.
It was the same eccentric man he had met in the tavern.
�You!� Sesshoumaru growled. He was beyond furious. He was angry at this man, and he was angry at himself.
�Yes, me.� The man agreed, but there wasn�t any amusement on his face. If truth be told, he looked expressionless. The tall man turned his gaze to the woman. �Leave us.�
Without another word, Kagura quickly left the room.
�Who the hell are you.� Sesshoumaru glared at the taller man. His rage boiled underneath his skin. He didn�t care what Kagura had said. He would fight this bastard even if it killed him.
�Since you asked so nicely, I will tell you�� He murmured so quietly that Sesshoumaru had to strain his ears just to hear it.
The dark-haired man suddenly appeared right in front of Sesshoumaru. He reached over, grasped the shorter man�s chin and tilted his head up so that he was looking up at him. He gazed down into those hazel eyes and already he could feel the anger and hate vanishing from the human. His crimson orbs seduced the other man, placing him in some sort of trance.
Sesshoumaru was barely aware of his surroundings. All he could see were wine-red eyes and somehow that seemed enough for him. Something in the back of his mind was clawing at him, but he ignored it in favor of those hypnotizing eyes.
�I am Naraku.�
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TBC�
A/N: What do you guys think? I wanted to have this out by Halloween, but I had work and yeah, I kinda have a life. I was going to include a lemon in this, but I decided to put the lemon in the other chapter. This looks like a good place to end it till the next chapter. This story should be about 2-3 chapters. The next chapter should be updated sometime this week. As always, I want to know what you all think! Ciao for now!
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