(Author's Note: Greetings. Tis me again with yet another update. Loathe it or love it, I don't care; you'll tolerate it as you wish. So, here…)
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Disclaimer: Blah, I get it; it's not mine….well the characters are not, but this particular story is.
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WARNING: THIS FANFIC MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL THAT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 16.
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Part 7: Beauty of Pain
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Cold. Sick. Hurt. Words to describe ill feelings inside. Death didn't look so bad compared to this. She even tried to purposely scrape her wrists on the chains, hoping to bleed them more and to possibly hit any main vein. There was no avail to her cries. It seemed like that were all she ever wanted to do if Naraku was not around. Cry. Cry like the weak girl they all made her out to be in his purple-hazed hell. Silent, but wet emotion of sadness dripped down her face.
Kagome's moment of depression was partially gone when Kagura entered her chamber with a less-than-happy face to greet. Slamming the door shut, she snorted in her regular Miss Pissy-Demon attitude. "YOU-…YOU-" She grit her teeth in anger and became disgusted when inhaling the stench around Kagome. "YOU'RE SUCH A VIRGIN!" Kagura yelled in a sense of finding no other words to make out of this.
Kagome's eyes widened at her unnatural shot for name calling, but quickly took offense. "And what is that supposed to mean?!"
"Exactly what I said!" She dropped the bucket of water harshly, and drops jumped and splashed onto the floor. It didn't lose a lot.
"What; because I'm inexperienced?! Or……BECAUSE I CAN'T SWALLOW SOME GROSS CUM FROM MY HALF-DEMON ENEMY'S COCK?!" she screamed.
This sort of argument just had to make Kagura spit a giggle as she grabbed the sponge from the wooden bucket.
Kagome then realized herself that the point of the conversation was rather funny to think of getting mad about 'But, then again, he did make me give him head.' she thought in irritation.
The bed started to get wet from the water slipping slowly out of the absorbent sponge. "Naraku wants me to clean you and I'll admit you are very disgusting."
"I threw up on myself; what do you expect?" she pointed out.
Kagura let a quick smile and held in the chuckle. She started at her flat stomach, which was mostly clean and with her usual pale skin color. "Is the water warm enough?"
The chained girl only nod in response because she was at a sudden breathlessness. Why was her body stiffening at the woman's touch? Not just any woman, but this was technically her enemy. 'We did kiss…' was spoken in the back of her mind 'But, it was only a distraction; a put-off for Naraku.'
On the other side, Kagura too, had similarities with this. She stared at the frail girl's body just looking so easy to kill in her vulnerable position. It gave her great excitement to imagine the feel of being able to just dominate her rival in a more sensual, than anything else, way. Her rotations with the sponge went more and more toward Kagome's almost white tits, then she stopped.
"Why did you stop?"
Wordlessly, she continued again and made a motion to clean from Kagome's perky breasts to her lower region.
As it slid across her skin, Kagome said softly, almost in gasp, "I'm clean over there; you don't have to-"
"Oh, but you aren't and I have to…" the demoness seductively reasoned.
Kagome knew what she was thinking, because she herself thought of it as well, and tried to stop her on her moral grounds and paranoia "I can't! We shouldn't! What if Naraku-"
Kagura silenced her once more "Naraku would enjoy anyway. Plus, put into mind; either him or me?"
She made well of her points and Kagome had a better chance of less torture with her than Naraku. Or more? Though, before the girl could make up her mind and speak, the demon only darker than the devil entered. "She seems clean enough, Kagura. You may leave now."
With a frown and almost pout, Kagura obeyed 'You always ruin everything, Naraku! Everything!'
"Maybe later." He said as if to respond to her thought "Because I don't like the sloppy seconds."
The wind witch snort and threw her head up high as she walked away toward the door, and for only a brief second to look back at Kagome's torn face that look at her for mercy. The quiet plea could not be helped as Kagura turned back and left out the door.
InuYasha was still in shock from Kikyo's appearance yet again. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Don't look at me like a ghost." She chuckled "I was just passing along and noticed you…. lost something?"
"Someone." He corrected with a little annoyance.
"Yes, the girl." Kikyo said as if it were hard to remember her reincarnation. "I believe she might be out playing. Doing bad things little girls should not get themselves into."
"She's not little anymore." Inuyasha defended "And what are you talking about? If you know something about this, then tell me!"
She wickedly smiled. "I told him to do as he please with the girl, Kagome, but not to hurt you." Kikyo explained.
He was dead in silence, and finally replied in disbelief "What the hell were you thinking, Kikyo?! Naraku can't hurt me, so why put Kagome in more harm than I'll ever have?"
"Don't kid yourself." Kikyo lightly chuckled "Do you know how many times I've seen you come back from a battle with Naraku and with enough bandages to cover every inch of your body?"
He restated his words better "I mean... he can't kill me," he explained "but Kagome on the other hand…."
Kikyo let out a snort "It's her own fault." she started "The girl told you not to follow her, and you... listened." there was astonishment to be heard in the last word.
Inuyasha lowered his head a little, knowing that was true.
Kikyo decided to continue "The foolish girl thought she was strong enough on her own, to take care of herself by herself."
"It was my fault." Inuyasha admitted suddenly "It was my fault because I let our anger from a stupid fight distract me from how important her safety was." he continued on. "I really don't know what I'll do if she's gone. I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I care too much about her. And if Naraku hurts her; even kills her…" he hesitated to finish because he was telling this all to Kikyo "… then I don't think I'd be able to live with myself knowing it was my fault." He swallowed "My fault that I let someone die, someone that I-….." he stopped himself in realization.
Kikyo simply stared at Inuyasha with no emotion to her face. She knew what he meant to say "You love her, don't you?" She let her own words soaked into her clay shell of a body. She then walked over to Inuyasha and stopped right in front of him.
Before seeing it coming, a full forceful hand hit his face. Kikyo had slapped him so hard that her hand had made a crack in the palm. It was the kind of crack that you would spot on a clay pot. With the power of her souls of tragedy inside her, she quickly made the crack disappear.
"You damn half breed!" he heard her yell in anger. It was the kind of anger in her voice that he remembered hearing on the day he was pinned to the tree. "YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!" she felt like crying if she could "Why would it make anymore of a difference for her demise to be more important to you than it did mine?" she asked in hoping for an immediate answer.
He turned his head away and said "Loved." he emphasized the word she just said "I did love you. I loved you." he explained "Things can change, Kikyo." his head was still turned away.
"Inuyasha," she said trying to get his attention to look at her. "What are you saying?"
He kept silent.
"Look at me, Inuyasha, and tell me what you mean." she commanded.
He still looked the other way, sadly silent.
She was tired of him ignoring her. She frowned and took a strong hold of his chin; digging her nails in his skin "I TOLD YOU TO LOOK AT ME!" she snapped at him "Tell me what you mean! What are you saying; that you've fallen in love with that sad excuse for a priestess, that poor incarnation of me?!"
He stared at her with his eyebrows going together to make a frown "I explained, Kikyo." he said simply "You'll figure it out." There was a small bit of harshness as he finished.
Her nails dug deeper "NO!" she screamed "You are supposed to love me! Only me!" the tears impossibly started from the clay girl. "We were destined to be. That's how things were supposed to work out."
"Destiny….took another turn….to fate." he told her. He started to bleed and winced at her painful nails going inside his skin. "So let go." He meant it in two ways, and she knew exactly what he was saying.
"No." she said in a shaky voice "I can't do that," she sobbed "not after so long."
He felt horrible for having to tell her the truth that was finally realized. "Kikyo," he started as he grabbed her hand that took a hold of his chin, "I'm sorry." he said quietly as he pulled her hand, along with the painful nails, away.
She held what was called true melancholy to her face. Her eyes, leaking with tears and her mouth slipping slightly open as if she had a hard time breathing.
He backed away from her and said "Goodbye." and turned around to continue walking to his journey on to save the girl now realized that he loved.
Kikyo dropped to her knees, too weak to stand. Her spirit eels soon appeared at her side, but her face was only looking to the path her once loved took, so she didn't notice. Her tears fell on her pants and soaked them. Her hands were at her side, put into fists. "Kagome," she said her incarnation's name aloud "you will pay." she gritted through her teeth.
Looking to her eels, she went to pet one under its chin and ordered "Take me to Naraku."
The eel looked at Kikyo and then swam away to lead her to her desired destination. The air as it's own sea.
Naraku grabbed one of the bottles full of burning wax and brought it toward her. Kagome thought that she knew what he was going to do and acted unimpressed, "Going to dump that wax all over my body, aren't you?" with a roll of her eyes.
He stopped to the edge of the bed and took the time to examine the bottle. "Something like that…" he said. "You know, our scars are what usually set us apart." Naraku let his hand slide down the bottle "Makes us sort of…beautiful."
She, in a way, understood. Thinking of his spider scar on his back was what Kagome would assume he was talking about; the most noticeable scar on his body. Beautiful? It was almost as repulsive as the half demon himself.
Naraku narrowed red eyes menacingly toward her; he didn't even look to where he swung the bottle. As it hit the nearby wall at full force, the glass flew like rain with the drops like shards.
Kagome gasped and shut her eyes as the bottle hit the wall. When they were opened he was still standing with the broken bottle in hand, the wax dripping down his arm. There was a curious glace she made, and it was responded with Naraku's motion of crouching down the side of the bed. He smiled. It was always a bad thing when he smiled. She was so entranced by it, that she didn't notice the first stab in her stomach. It bled and burned, wax and glass hitting her skin. His red eyes watched her in boredom, but somewhere in there, she saw his enjoyment. His pleasure. "I love it when you bleed for me."
"Only if I could control it I wouldn't" she hissed. "Ow!" she yelled when it was too hard to endure. Maybe because he took his time dragging the broken glass along her skin. The creamy white color of it was being painted more and more of red. "STOP STOP! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! What did I ever do to you; what have I done?!"
As if she had said a magic word, he stopped. Naraku sat closer by her, still with the robe covering his lower half. His hand went to touch her face, and half expecting him to hurt her, she winced and shut her eyes. Kagome hoped he would hurry and get it over with, but all she felt was his hand softly cradling her face. She opened her eyes to see him look almost sympathetic.
His hand went from her face to slip down more toward the neck and let his nails drag along her. It tickled and she tried to stop herself from giggling, so she bit her tongue. Unfortunate for her, it bled again and she just swallowed.
Then, when he got to her chest, he dug them in and a quick scratch came. She flinched at the surprise. Three cuts leaked between her breasts in which he had gladly licked. Like a thirsty vampire, he wanted more and sucked in the blood from the wounds while grabbing her somewhat large, pale bosoms.
"Oh, god…" she moaned. 'Why does it have to feel good? You're not supposed to enjoy this!'
His other hand still held the remains of the bottle broken, which dripped of her sweet body's wine. Naraku's head lifted "Did you enjoy this?" he asked her.
Kagome held her dignity to respond a stubborn refusal.
He held the broken bottle to her throat and smiled in greed "Did you like this?"
She almost swallowed her saliva to answer in an almost inaudible "Yes."
With her answer, he proceeded to cut both her arms, side to side, with the sharp-glassed object. Each harm to her was caused a short, loud scream. Then he got himself on top of her, his hands and knees balancing himself over her. She could feel his hardness waiting above her vaginal entrance.
"Ow, ow, no!" she pleadingly cried like a severely wounded animal. "No, please don't."
He did not listen. His nude erection played with her bottom lips, but never went in, only to attempt to tease. As his mouth went across her bleeding arms, with the right one first; sucking and drinking the rouge in and off her skin. His teeth bit in more to have more.
Her breathe was not in ecstasy, but depression, crying quietly to herself "I wanna go home. I wanna go home."
Naraku frowned in a bit of question and got up off of her body, sat on the left side of the bed to her arm he hadn't yet touched. He faced among the other part of the chamber. "Why do you flinch so? You scare so easily; helpless in my hands. It arouses me, but I somewhat wish you would desire my touch as I do yours."
Kagome was awestruck by his change in usual words "N-Naraku?"
He turned his head to look in her confused eyes.
"What do you really what with me? Why are you doing this?" she asked.
Naraku looked at her and explained slyly "I want to feel good. I want to feel good with you." He let his hands rest through her hair "Do you think InuYasha can do that; make you feel good and not just a ghost of his beloved Kikyo?"
Kagome quickly tried in attempt to bring her head away from him. She didn't want to think of 'Him' and 'Her'.
"You've always hated it, haven't you? Loathed their bond that you could never have with him." He started his mind games again with her and this time she caught on. "That's because deep down you know he'll always love her and want her more than he'll ever want you-"
"SHUT UP!" Kagome screamed in rage "JUST SHUT UP, OKAY?!"
The room was silent now. The whole place was dark. Bodies left not yet cold. And no mouths speak, because there's nothing left yet to say.
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(Author's Note: An awkward place to stop, yes, but I didn't want to keep any of those or all waiting any longer. I apologized greatly for that. More to come in a few months!)