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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)	By : Crystal_Tsukino Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 902 -:- 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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Hello, folks! This is a story that I've written first in Portuguese, my native language, and since a while I began to translate it to English, so I could share it with more people around the world that just love Naraku and Kagewaki Hitomi like me. It is going to be a long fic, friends, I hope I had choose the right tags and that you enjoy it.
Good reading!
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Oh no, they're coming! — she pulled the leather saddle, her auburn horse has raised it's body before running as faster as it could. The humble cart load was shaking hard as it would dismount. The wheels were jumping over stones and mud, thin branches were collapsing against every vehicle's side and green large leaves were falling through the path. She glanced behind a couple of times, gasping, terrified. After that, she looked ahead, her eyes rolled over all sides looking for a different byway, a way out, she needed to hide from that group of men dressed in noble armor.
"Stop, woman! I command!" their leader, riding a black stud-horse, yelled. He was close enough to touch the cart load and catch it by one of its wood strip.
With time, the wain started to disintegrate. One of the wheels fell off and the wagon mired the muddy ground. The mysterious lass lost her balance for a short instant, nevertheless she succeeded in untying the ropes attached to her slender horse and jumped over it's golden loin, leaving the cart behind. Her silk cape with some gold embroidery was getting grimy as the earth turned into brown fog.
"You, find out what's inside the wagon!" the leader gave the order to some of that men while mentoring others: "And you, help me to corner her"!
The enclosed forest ended up in a gorge. The caramel-colored horse's front legs slid and dropped dust down the road, losing itself in the haze. The girl made her animal stop and back off. If she had waited more time, maybe she and her horse would have fallen and crashed. She gasped again and turned behind to see a wall of men staring at her. Everyone with swords in their hands, pointing at her the blades that gleamed the orange sun of dusk.
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"Master!" Doors crawled and behind them two warriors were bringing a woman by her arms. As soon as they entered the hall, those men threw her onto her knees over the glossy floor and pulled the hood off her head. The skinny owner of the castle widened his little eyes as he glimpsed the creature's appearance.
The flaming curls fell like a curtain over her shoulders and chest, her face was covered till one of that rude guys raise up her head, pulling it by the hair. Her big and spherical eyes showed up revealing their strange color – blue like a summer sky.
"This yokai was wandering around your lands, master". Another man, the one who was responsible for her capture, came in and removed his "odd" helm – as she would say – and so he bowed respectfully before the guy sitting on the mat.
"I've already told you I'm not this thing that you say so!" She slapped the hand of the soldier who held her by the hair, letting her loose it, then straightening the tangled strands. "That's a misunderstanding, my lord."And she got up, her chest rising and falling frantically.
Those men laughed at her accent, yet they still stared at her suspiciously.
"Do you take me for an idiot?" The thin lord drank his sake calmly, then set the cup down. "There are no women with such characteristics as yours." He rolled his dark eyes over the orange locks and at last looked into her eyes. "Take off her cloak, let's see if she's hiding something."
The soldiers untied the lace abruptly and tore off her shroud, unveiling a dress that matched her eyes - sky blue - braided at the front, delicately embroidered at the ends, sleeves woven in blue velvet and white linen.
"I do insist, my lord, I am but a simple woman in passing!"
"Simple?" The samurai responsible for her capture laughed sarcastically as he touched her noble skirt, then skirted the delicate golden belt with pearls and spurple stones spiked on it. "Bring the belongings she carried in her wagon." He ordered the pair of men who brought her by her arms.
"All I have I got through my honest work!" She threw the man's hand away and walked away.
"You're too bold for an ordinary woman!" The samurai stepped forward, his eyes on fire. Meanwhile, the feudal lord sitting there was having fun at their expense.
Without delay, the other fellows returned with fine dresses, unrolling them on the floor as if they were beautiful carpets. Ambition glimmered in every trace of the landowner. He fingered the silk, the velvet, the linen, and admired the vivid colors of the pieces.
Until that moment, the woman did not seem to care that much. Then a man appeared with a golden object in his arms. Before he would toss it to the floor, she grabbed the object and tried to keep it in her arms, yet the lass was dragged against her will and had a sword pointed at her neck.
"Oh, it seems to be very valuable to you!" The landowner approached the object and plucked the ropes. "Tell me, how magical is this curious thing?"
"It's my instrument of work, a harp, that's all." She tried to remain calm without loosing her haughtiness. "If you like, I can show you how it sounds."
"Master, with all my respect, this must be a trap!" The man of his confidence appealed. Everyone there thought the same, including the feudal lord.
"If I really was a yokai, everyone in this room would be dead already." She said without hesitation.
"If you are not a yokai, then, what are you?"
"A foreigner." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "A foreigner, that's all".
"Master, I do not believe her." The samurai insisted on following his instinct."We must cut her head off before she cuts ours or disgraces your lands".
She blanched, the silence of the older man seemed to say for itself what her fate would be. She watched him look at each subject, then look at her from top to bottom and nod positively.
"Kneel." The samurai ordered.
"No, you're making a big mistake!" She persisted and persisted, tried to fight when the men grabbed her arms again, jerked her legs until she was forced to her knees. She felt the pain of having her hair pulled back, and she did not get tired of pleading "I'm just a foreigner"!
"Give up, there's no one for you." The samurai decreed.
"I believe in her." A voice from someone who was not there until now sounded. The silhouette showed behind a large door to the back of the castle's lord.
In this way he appeared before everyone's eyes - serene and in lavender clothes - with the light stroke of a feather, merciful brown eyes, vast black hair that slid down his back to reach his waist.
"Young master!" The vassals were taken by surprise.
"What is your name, miss?" He asked softly to the prisoner, also in his knees, so their eyes could remain at the same level, contrasting the western world and the eastern.
"Annabelle Rose ..." She whispered, relieved by the sudden presence.
"Hitomi, she can be dangerous," the elder warned.
"Father, worry not, I know what I'm doing." He raised his hand to the creature he considered defenseless. She captivated his soft, warm palm and they lifted up together, gracefully. Cerulean eyes resting on hazel ones. There was no longer a cold blade prickling her delicate pink skin. "Show me what you can do". He demanded. She complied.
"I need a seat." She asked, and the young master made sure she was answered.
Then Annabelle lifted her instrument even though it was heavy, and sitting on the bench, began to strum the ropes. Son sat down next to his father and, quietly, watched every movement. A maid served them sake as they were delighting to hear a different and angelical melody. And if the sounds of the strings were already dazzling, when the stranger opened her lips and freed her voice to sing words in an unknown language, they all felt completely entangled, especially the handsome boy who looked at her relentlessly, making Annabelle open her eyes and face his' as she performed her craft.
"Now I understand how you managed to make that little fortune." The oldest in the room commented. " And who knows, Couldn't you help to increase mine?" He bared his teeth in an unpleasant smile.
"My lord, now that you know I'm not a threat, I thought you'd let me go ..." Her whole body hardened and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Father..." the lad tried to intercede.
"Find her a room, now this woman works for me."
"What? No!" She was tired of being dragged by her arms. "You cannot do this to me!" and her appeals were all in vain.
When she realized, she was already in a small room with no furniture, only a hard mat where she could lie down. She knocked on the door, trying to open it, but it was locked from the outside. She went to the window protected by wooden bars, tried to rip one out, but she was not strong enough. She circled the cubicle thinking of some way to escape. Then she felt stupid for believing that things would improve after being saved by the handsome son of the castle's lord.
"That will not remain like this!" She promised herself and pulled out a moon-shaped pendant that was hidden in her cleavage. An ebullient, subtle light enveloped the gem, as soon as she realized it, she shook her head as if suppressing herself and hid the piece again – "There must be another way ..."
To be continued...
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Folks, do you remember Hitomi Kagewaki? Well, if you don't, soon you will.
I have other chapters already written, so I'll try to post some more. Hope you like it!
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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)