The Incomplete

Part 3 - Final

(Version replaced 9/17/04 to fix spelling errors)

Author: profiler120

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Rating: R

Genre: Drama, Romance

Pairing: Naraku x Kagome

Disclaimer: Did you know, I don't own Inuyasha?

Note(s): R rated for non-explicit citrus scenes.

Note: The final scene switches back to Kagome's 1st person, p.o.v. which is pretty obvious when you get there. (This only happens cause I forgot I was writing it in 1st person when I started it and I wrote the ending scene before the beginning and it got confusing.)

Kagome woke slowly, her eyes felt heavier than usual. What happened? She sat up feeling achy. When had her head become so heavy?

She pushed her hands down flat against the ground, raising herself up. She gasped seeing dark bruises down her naked skin. Around her abdomen, her wrists... She was guessing there was more around her neck because it hurt when she moved certain ways.

She stood, searching for her clothes, but only found scraps of material. She could've laughed bitterly, but instead only tears bubbled. Her legs wobbled shakily beneath her and she tried, fruitlessly, to blink away a dizzy spell.

The breeze swept by, deceptively gentle in her ears, but left a grating feeling on her skin.

She hobbled to the water's edge and peered down into the murkiness, staring at her pale complexion. She looked like Kikyo.

Now more than ever.

Her face held the pale tint of death. Was her skin cold also? It looked cold. Clammy-like. The kind of skin no one wanted to touch. The skin of those close to death.

A pasty look.

Ewww... She was grimacing at her own face.

That was never good.

Where were the others? Where was Inuyasha? Where was he now, when she needed him and that irascible temper to pick up her spirits? Where was Sango and Kirara? And Shippou? And Miroku... And..

The tears that had pricked her eyes before returned now with a vengeance - spilling over onto chilled cheeks.

Her face pinkened with her sharp upwelling of emotion, and her eyes became glassy. She sank down to the ground. Her eye caught on slip of white and she turned, finding the discarded white baboon pelt Naraku so often concealed himself beneath.

She reached for the garment and pulled it around her shaking shoulders, tucking it around her tightly on every side as though to keep nature out. Or maybe just her corruption in.

She sat there numbly, wrapping the tainted animal pelt tighter around her frame. She shook while she cried.

Tears spilled over until her cheeks burned with sensitivity and her eyes felt pained.

What had she done?

What had she done to...

What had she done to herself?

Was she seduced?

Was she raped?

Was it madness?

What?

... frozen inside without your touch ...

Glimmers of the previous hours flitted through her head. Naraku's eyes, gleaming at her, the pressure of his hands. The bruises on her body, a powerful reminder of his avarice, his desire to own and possess her completely. Him and only him.

His voice sounded through her memory. Words, names, moans... guttural sounds that now made her feel ill. She leaned forward feeling her stomach pitch, a horrid gagging causing her to kneel, but nothing came forth. Just one forceful heave after another, saliva sliding from her mouth in long bubbly trails. She brought her hand up to her mouth, wiping away the liquid and then dragging her soiled fingers through the outside of the fur as her hacking cough subsided.

She sat back listlessly, turning her gaze up to a sky she could barely see through the treetops. Were there clouds today? It seemed dim.

She froze - her body stiffening almost painfully when she felt something prick in the air. Sharp - familiar...

Naraku...

"Regret... is such a beautiful thing..."

The words swept by on the breeze, hardly a sound at all.

She fell back onto the ground, pulling the fur around her only to feel unsatisfied and exposed.

There...

Here...

Watching...

There wasn't an escape.

She turned onto her side, burrowed beneath the fur completely and curled up, hiding.

Maybe tomorrow wouldn't come.

Naraku sat straighter as he heard the shuffling of footsteps down the hall. The sharp clattering of skeletons breaking apart as they were accidentally jarred by delicate footsteps sounded musically in his ears. He grinned, watching as the door slid open cautiously and bright ruby eyes peered inside.

"You called for me?" She asked, stepping inside completely, almost with an air of indifference.

His grin widened. "I told you to keep Inuyasha occupied. You arrived too late - my entire plan was almost ruined."

"But it wasn't, right?"

His eyes narrowed and she stepped back. Quite a mouth she had...

He stood slowly, taking his time, moving in a way that had her eyes focused completely on him fearfully.

"Did you enjoy spying on me instead of doing your job? Did you like watching me and my miko? Seeing her body shudder beneath me? Did you enjoy her pain? Did it look fun?" He purred, his breath against her jawbone as he leaned particularly close. "Do you want to please your Master, too?"

She trembled just slightly. He snapped his head up, curling his fingers beneath her chin shoving her back against the shoji door. The sharp sound of wood cracking split the delicate silence of the house. Kagura fell backward, the door frame breaking, the paper screen ripping as she hit the floor, trying to get away.

Kanna watched from the opposite doorway impassively.

"Disobey me again, Kagura and you'll find your stay in the basement was mild."

She swallowed hard, scrambling to kneel promptly. "Hai, Naraku-sama."

"Good girl." He murmured, turning away.

He moved, lazily back toward his open doorway. He took a deep breath as he sat, returning his gaze to Kanna's mirror and his little prize.

She was shaking and trembling beneath the fur he'd claimed her on. His lips drew back into a victorious snarl.

She was his.

The wish - the corruption.

This...

This was better than anything Onigumo could have hoped for with his impossible Kikyo lust fifty years ago. Kikyo was a pipe dream.

The stately vision of innocence and strength and femininity that longed for the sweeping male touch of corruption. The thought must have made Onigumo salivate as she tended his wounds, touching his burned, bandaged skin. Caring for him.

The thought only greeted Naraku with distaste.

The very notion of Kikyo hovering over him with those impassive eyes, touching him, bandaging him, caring for him, caused a deep vat of hatred to boil over within.

Kikyo was an unattainable fantasy. Visions of Kikyo in lusty daydreams would never meet up with reality. Corrupting the image was an impossibility - she was nothing anymore. Her fall - her corruption had proved less sweet than it could've been.

But now that he'd met the other one - Kagome - he was certain Kikyo would never deliver to his satisfaction. Holding down a fully human, completely corruptible Kikyo fifty years ago would have never given him the power, the undeniable, earth shaking pleasure that he'd gotten from the other miko.

No.

Not at all.

Kikyo was a cold fish - unresponsive and impassionate. She'd have fought him and been obstinate.

Kagome was warm, responsive, even if she hadn't wanted it, she couldn't help respond. Her moans, pain or pleasure, tickled his ears, amused him.

Kagome had given him what Kikyo never could.

Kagome had been corrupted and of her own free will. He was inseparable from his grin. Kikyo would have held onto her morals and ethics to the very end - an unbreakable chalice.

. . . without your love darling . . .

It had been better than anything, he thought, watching her rise. How long had it been now? An hour? Less? Was she up already?

He watched as she began to move, lifting up her tired little head.

He licked his dry lips, excited.

Perseverance was delicious.

When it hurt too much to cry and her stomach began to ache from lack of food - Kagome felt her resolve returning. The image of her mother and brother and her life back in modern Tokyo had haunted her. At the moment nothing seemed more welcome than home, her bed, and her mother to tell her everything would be okay.

Could she just give up her family like that? Hadn't she done this, in part, to return home where she could forget about Inuyasha and this whole insane trip down the well?

If not, she certainly wanted it now.

She pulled herself up, trying to will away the dizziness but it persisted and she cursed it, but began to walk anyway. She hobbled along, slowly gaining steadiness. Her feet were bare along the sandy, cluttered ground and the occasional rock against the arch of her foot had her yelping painfully. Or worse was the unseen hole before she stepped in it, putting a straining pressure on her ankle that took several minutes to walk off.

Bastard Naraku, she thought. He was gonna get it. He was gonna pay. She was going to make sure of it.

No one did this to her and got away with it.

She walked with determination, but without direction. She was unable to tell if she walked in an endless circle, only knowing that one tree looked exactly like the next. Her feet were aching, the arches of her feet abused by nature's litter. She felt chilled as the breeze which had kicked up considerably pulled and pushed and tugged at the heavy fur, sliding under to tickle and chill her naked skin beneath.

Her hair was a tangled mess, the very feel of it made her restless for a comb. Her skin felt slick - almost greasy like. Was it from this pelt?

She was ditching the nasty thing as soon as she found an alternative, she thought.

As she walked further and longer, the sounds changed. From rattling leaves and silence, to the loud chirping of birds. Evening was setting in.

The chill in the air increased.

She picked up pace, walking until it became too dim to see the path before her. She tripped falling face first toward the dirt. She lost her grip on the fur, stepping on the corner carelessly with her foot and it ripped from her hands as she fell.

Her bare breasts scrapped along the ground as she twisted, trying to shield herself from the impact, a fallen tree limb breaking as she fell on it. The wood jutted against her skin leaving a sharp throb and probably a red mark that would bruise in the morning.

She quickly gathered the pelt and felt her way toward a rock and leaned down against it. After several minutes of listening to nature and wondering what watched her in the dark she climbed up, pulling herself into a low hanging tree.

She slept off and on. She meandered through an irritable cycle of sleep that, when morning came, left her feeling even worse than if she'd stayed awake and kept moving.

She hopped down and continued on.

Her stomach protested mightily, growling as though threatening to devour her from within if she didn't feed it. Her head throbbed as it often did when she didn't eat, the pain shooting behind her eyes.

But what could she do?

She prayed and hoped she'd find a village. Where were all the humans?

Halfway to desperation a pungent scent caught her nose. Dull and metallic. She realized as her stomach did an uneasy flop it smelled like blood.

Lots of blood.

She turned, following the smell as best as she could, bringing her hands up to her face as she stumbled into a clearing.

Was it bad luck or divine retribution that her life seemed to be going in such a direction? A village - finally...

And everyone was dead.

She swallowed, trying to steel herself against the images of the fallen, but the gore almost overtook her.

Queasy, she ran through, half dragging her pelt, almost tripping as she went - too disturbed to even rifle through the place for rice until she reached the back edge of the village.

Beyond a grove of low-growing trees a tall fence loomed, and above that she could see the upper levels and peaked top of a mansion.

She stared at it, noting the splotches of blood on the bamboo fence and the brown greenery that had died, fallen over and wilted into such an icky color.

She turned, walking toward the open gap in the fence. The courtyard was littered with fully adorned skeleton's, head's tilting just so, but not falling. A precarious balance on top of piles of bones still held in the shape of their former bodies.

There was an eerie rustling through the thick atmosphere's courtyard. A faint, but thick miasma clung to the ground, gradually seeping up, closer and closer around her body. She quivered, taking a step back only to realize the fence was gone.

She was enclosed.

She snapped her head up, watching the sky shimmer purple as a barrier was erected around the immense castle.

She was...

"Kagome..." A soft, toneless voice called to her. Her eyes darted frantically around and settled on the little vision in white on the doorstep.

"Kanna..." Kagome replied back, dropping her head down.

She was in Naraku's castle!

The little girl waited at the doorway and Kagome moved toward it, following.

Did she have any choice at this point?

. . . only you are the life among the dead . . .

"What a sensitive girl you are." He drawled.

He watched her tense, even beneath the thick fur of his pelt, he could tell. Kanna had led her in, as expected.

"I wasn't sure if it would lead you here to me or not. How convenient."

She growled. "You owe me a set of clothes!" She declared unexpectedly, glaring at him. She held her ground, determined not to display any more of the quivering weakness that seemed to be eliminating from within her own heart and radiating outward, unsteadying her.

He blinked, standing. Obviously he wasn't prepared for a verbal onslaught. She was fully prepare to surprise him some more, as soon as she thought of a few ways.

He waved a hand absently and Kanna disappeared out the doorway without a word.

"Clothes?" He asked, nearing.

He reached out, snagging the old fur, and ripped it from her grip. She yelped, trying to hold on, but couldn't. The pelt hit the floor and Kagome watched, amazed, as a faint hissing sound filled the air - the fur evaporating in a foul smelling mist.

Naraku chuckled, touching a single fingertip to the hollow of her throat.

"So sensitive you are..." His voice was deep and velvety sounding.

He leaned closer pressing his mouth greedily against hers. She yelped as he pushed her back hard enough to tip her. She impacted the floor with a wince, her head snapping back hard against the wood planks.

She trembled at the cold draft running along the boards, bringing her hands up to cover her breasts. She turned wide eyes up to him, staring.

He knelt without a word further.

"Scream if you want.. It'll be more fun that way."

His grin was the first of many things she'd experience a second time as he pushed himself down over her, pulling her thighs to either side of him.

She began to struggle, and his laughter seemed to echo in the room, his lips wet against her collar bone.

"Good girl, fight it. We can both enjoy the extra... friction."

. . . Save Me . . .

Naraku sat leisurely against the wall, a breeze flowing in through the open doors. Communing with nature, that's what he liked to think of afternoons like this.

He enjoyed windy afternoons the best.

Beyond him, on the floor, she lay.

She hadn't moved much since he'd left her there, half panting, half whimpering. In pain or pleasure, he wasn't sure. He didn't much care.

The scent of blood tainted the room, but not heavily.

Just enough to get his attention and remind him again why he liked this girl.

It was her blood, his blood, their blood.

She'd been vicious with her nails and it had been exquisite. He could feel the marks down his back, straight through his spider scar and the feeling had been beyond anything he'd known before.

He could still feel her beneath him, his hair pooling over his shoulders, the softness of her skin against his chest...

He sighed.

Perfect.

But perfection didn't last and he was getting impatient.

"Get up."

She moved slowly and he watched her wince. Beyond the screens, he noticed Kanna had arrived.

"No bath, dress her."

The void eyed girl did as she was bid, slowly enfolding Kagome into a deceptively white kimono with Kagome's cooperation. When she finally did look over at him, her eyes were again sharp and aware.

His grin returned.

He didn't like her lethargic and hazy for long periods.

He beckoned her with one hand over to him and she came, slowly. Her feet almost dragging on the floor. He inhaled deeply as she came to be by his side and knelt, folding herself onto the floor almost perpendicular to the way he sat.

He held out a hand, palm down, hiding the contents thereof. Apathetically, she lifted both of hers in a cupping motion to receive whatever he was handing over. A small, light weighted ball dropped into her hands, black as night and cold.

She stared and he stared at the corrupt Shikon no tama now in her palms.

Nothing happened.

The black haze darkening the little ball didn't lift, it didn't hiss into a murky miasma and drift into the sky, it didn't slowly clear, it didn't swirl, it didn't do anything.

Her corruption was complete.

Kagome stared at it impassively, eyes curiously blank. At that moment she resembled Kanna so much it amused him immensely. Kanna was his most obedient.

She closed her hands, cupping them together, the Shikon no Tama between her palms. Her lifeless eyes drifted closed.

Thunder might have boomed overhead, he couldn't be certain over the excited pounding of his heart.

He heard nothing now.

The sky darkened.

She remained still.

He turned his gaze sharply away as thunder boomed for certain and the hard pound of rain began just outside. The ground shook with the intensity of the thunder over head, the vibrations running up his spine excitedly.

The sky had darkened beautifully.

He turned back and her eyes fluttered open. She held open her hands, eyes a liquid bluish color, startlingly bright. They almost glowed.

Within her palms, the jewel had a lightless glow. Her eyes remained ahead of her, locked on nothing, absent, as though her soul were gone.

Within her palms, the jewel's glow increased and the rain slowed to an eerie stop. Stray raindrops collecting down from roof peaks and then splattering down onto the ground were the only sound.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Within her palms, the jewel flickered and crumbled, a tiny little wind swirled as the jewel disintegrated into black dust. The powder hovered ominously, before shimmering in bright, black sparkles, and vanished.

He snagged the front of her kimono, yanking her to him violently threats on the tip of his tongue, but she didn't even blink.

The sky darkened further.

He turned his gaze up, feeling the hair on his arms rise in alarm.

Kagome, jarred by his grabbing her, tipped over onto the floor as he released her and failed to move. He stood and looked down at her.

Completely unresponsive. Eyes open and empty, body slack - she looked dead.

What the hell had she done?!

From the sky, a single streak of light flashed down and Naraku was engulfed.

I yawned, dragging my schoolbag over my shoulder. So it was over. I don't remember anything after making my wish to the jewel, just darkness. I "woke" at home, strangely enough, on the well floor.

I had hoped I would wake up in bed or something, no such luck.

Not only had I woke on the well floor, I woke in the kimono Naraku had Kanna dress me in. Plus there was the fact I was bearing freshly inflicted "passion" wounds from Naraku. He'd left more than a handful of bruises and his penchant for the scent of blood had gotten me clawed down my arms, and once, painfully, down the center of my chest. The small area between my thighs had been semi-sticky and wet, which was a reminder I hadn't needed or wanted about just how out of control everything had really gotten.

I cursed Naraku as I recalled the little "rutting" session on his floor. I tried to ignore the fact the memory made me tingle.

Since then life had returned to normal. The well didn't work. I never saw any of my old friends again. I say "again" like it was ten years ago or something, it's been less than a month.

Save for my memories and the kimono, there was no evidence the well had ever been anything but a well with no water.

I stepped into the house quietly, and with a small relieved smile. There was something sweet about coming home from school everyday. I had enjoyed settling into my old lifestyle. My grades had improved vastly. My teachers were impressed, but I was disappointed I hadn't done better.

But there was always next semester.

I headed up the stairs to my room, stepping in, dropping my bag near the end of the bed onto the floor. I froze when I felt a certain, unusual chill.

"You betrayed me, lovely."

In the mirror, I spotted him.

I backed up, plastering myself against the door in fright as he rose, his beautiful black locks seems to dance behind him as though alive. His body, the same height and shape as I remembered. He was even still wearing a kimono, but without the fancy over-garments. The material was dark and loose across his chest.

"Betrayed..." He repeated, crowding me against my door.

The house was silent. I was alone.

I figured... Well, maybe it was stupid and presumptuous of me, but I figured Naraku would be dead by now. Naturally or unnaturally, I didn't care.

I had only wished for... What the hell kind of hanyou was he? I watched, mute in horror, as long, thin spikes rose out of his back, curling around him on either side. My eyes widened.

Spider legs!

"Do you like them, lovely?" He inched closer. "They were part of your wish, weren't they?"

I trembled, staring at the thin, hairy appendages. Each one looked like a living spear. Every spider-fearing girl's worst nightmare.

If he sprouted spider fangs and eyes, I would die right there.

He leaned close, our eyes meeting.

"Betrayed you?" I squeaked. "Oh, I don't know Naraku, you look alive and everything."

He hissed lowly. "I've been waiting for you, lovely."

He caught my wrist and I was thrown onto my bed. Before I could even sit up, he was over me, pressing me into my own comforter. Some comfort, I thought sourly.

He moved over me in a way that forced my legs apart and I cringed. Oh, no, not that.

He must've seen the face I made because his grin widened.

"Miss me, lovely?"

He pressed a kiss to my lips before clamping his teeth down on my bottom lip. I yelped painfully and he drew back just enough to stare into my eyes.

"You didn't save anyone, lovely. Do you know?"

What? I gaped.

"The monk... died. If you thought doing this to me would cure him..." He broke into laughter. "The exterminator too, she went with him into that depthless little hell. The dirty hanyou gave his life to Kikyo and those irritating little pets of yours... Well, as a gift to you, lovely... I killed them myself."

I trembled. Did he mean Kirara and Shippou?

Tears brimmed in my eyes.

Bastard.

More laughter.

The spiky legs protruding from his back lengthened and shot towards me. At least four punctured my skin straight through my clothes.

"Feel good?" He purred before yanking them back. I cried out sharply, hearing my clothing tear away.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, breathlessly.

"You took my wish, lovely. So I'm taking you instead."

My breath hitched as he neared, lowering himself over me. His clothes and my underclothes between us.

He leaned, forcing his lips against mine. I heard a faint whizzing sound and felt his fingers digging into my hips as he ripped the cloth there away.

"Such a beautiful thing you are, lovely... Especially when you bleed."

I already knew I was bleeding, those stupid spider legs... Ahhh, that hurt.

Downstairs I heard the rattle of the door, and for a moment, I thought I was saved.

"Ah, looks like our fun is being interrupted. How unfortunate." He purred, sitting back from me. I watched the spider legs retract with the most disgusting sloshing and flesh slapping sound. "You look displeased, lovely."

"Stop calling me that!" I snapped again, but he seemed to only enjoy my resistance more. I wanted to cringe and shout and cover myself up all at the same time.

Yuck.

Yuck, yuck, yuck!

How did I get into this situation?

I was supposed to be the heroine! Everyone was supposed to live happily ever after, even me.

Stupid lousy villains always screw things up!

I sat up, trying to brush off my self-consciousness about being naked on my bed with an insane hanyou leaning over me. I couldn't, so I crossed my arm across my chest.

"Get out of my room, get out of my house or I'll reduce you to ashes!"

He chuckled. I hated that laugh.

At least, I told myself I hated it.

But it was so sexy, wasn't it? Laughing in the face of purification. Ooh, yeah!

Bad, bad thoughts, Kagome.

I was drifting in my thoughts and unprepared for the grip that suddenly bore down on my hair. It felt like he was going to rip it out of my scalp. Instead, he pulled me nearer, forcing his lips against mine for a searing, brutal kiss before dropping his mouth down to my chin.

The bite of teeth should've been expected.

"I do so love your resistance." He neared, almost touching his forehead to mine. "But too much is too much, when we get home I'll think of a suitable punishment for you."

"Home?" I quickly pulled my thoughts back together. "The only person going home here is you."

At that exact moment, I was never so surprised, I heard my brother's voice as he announced he was home from school.

'Yeah, Souta!' I thought, foolishly, believing it would save me somehow.

What a silly girl I was...

He sat back, looking disgruntled but completely unruffled by this little kink in his master plan. I don't know, maybe it wasn't a kink at all. Maybe he'd thought about someone coming home before me.

He turned back to me, red eyes glinting.

"Remember that." He urged, reaching, snagging my wrists, pulling me up. "It's the last time you're going to hear his voice."

My eyes went wide with horror at the prospect of leaving my family. He dragged me up, hauling me over one shoulder.

"N-Naraku! Let me down!" I shouted, but not loud enough to draw Souta to my room. I didn't want my brother getting involved, I wasn't about to let him get hurt because of me.

Naraku ignored me and leapt out my window. Before I could say a word a black and purple cloud of miasma swept around us - and, I, suddenly overwhelmed with his toxic fumes, passed out.

When I woke, I was in a brightly lit room. Something so strange and bouncy I was sure I'd dreamt the whole thing. The room was set in varying shades of white and pink.

There was simply no way Naraku lived in a place like this.

Standing, I walked to the door.

I wasn't about to go sneaking around. My head was pounding and strangely enough my knees felt a little weak.

I had just gotten the door open when I felt hands on my shoulders, steadying me.

"Feeling weak, lovely?"

I growled, punching him right in the chest. How dare he just walk up to me like that? How dare he kidnap me? How dare he even live this long!

"You bastard! I'm am so gonna kill you!"

The hands on my shoulders tightened as he suddenly pushed me backwards against the door. Only halfway open the door swung back, slamming against the wall as Naraku held me to it.

"Don't make me promises you can't keep." He murmured, before leaning close, as though threatening to kiss me. "There's nothing I like more than...disappointment."

His laughter made me tingle. It must be a crime to love that sound, I thought, watching him with narrowed eyes.

I muttered obscenities at him for all of a handful of seconds before he took my lips, bruising me with his mouth. His hands found the cloth of the yukata he'd dressed me in and I heard it rip. The cool air of the house assaulted my skin.

I closed my eyes, not sure if I was trying to not look at him or enjoy the feel of his mouth against mine.

He was a plunderer, a conqueror. The touch of his fingertips and the innocent brush of his clothes against mine made me ache. The scent of him was all around me. I was floating in a bad, bad dream.

I gasped when his hands returned to me, digging into my hips as he lifted me suddenly, pulling my legs around his waist.

His bare waist.

My eyes flew open to see he'd shed his clothes.

I blinked, perhaps in astonishment, but it certainly wasn't horror. I'd been in this predicament before and the liquid warmth I felt inside me told me I wasn't exactly dreading it. I gasped when he bit me, a hiss of pain escaping my lips when he tongue salved over the wound and it burned.

Burned like he'd poured rubbing alcohol on it, quick and sharp.

He pulled his hips closer to mine and I bit my lip expecting a painful thrust, but he was slow, achingly slow, sliding into me.

I wrapped my arms around him to steady myself as he stopped, sheathed in me completely.

He leaned near to my ear, licking the lobe and then grasping it with his teeth.

"I... on the other hand, lovely... never disappoint."

. . . save me from the dark . . .

The End

Author's Notes: Finally! -sigh-