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A Demon's Kiss
Title: Entangled
Author: demonic_kisses
Written For: my_stained_lips
Characters: NarKag, Naraku, Kagome
Rating: R
Warnings: Mature themes, violence, death.
Disclaimer: Inuyasha copyrighted Rumiko Takahashi.
Summary: Entangled. noun. 1. To twist together or entwine into a confusing mass; snarl.
Author's Notes: Series of shorts following one major theme. Also with some help from my_stained_lips. Thank you.



Credits: Act 3 & 4 quotes and scene copyrighted my_stained_lips from her Envious Sin fic and my fav. Chapter 2 : Blue Nightmare. Yummy. And thanks for letting me use it. But still the yummy NarKag fic gone?! I demand justice to bring it back. But I used the last ending scenes since she didn't like them.

Really, Lea, you are foolish to let it go.

Entangled

by Demonic_Kisses

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en·tan·gle (n-tnggl) - tr.v. en·tan·gled, en·tan·gling, en·tan·gles - 1. To twist together or entwine into a confusing mass; snarl. 2. To complicate; confuse. 3. To involve in or as if in a tangle. 4. Twisted together in a tangled mass; "Toiled through entangled growths of mesquite."

E n t a n g l e d. To twist together into a tangled mass of something existing. To entwine into something complicating and confusing. To tangle in a huge ball of mess. To be caught in a conflicting situation. The side effect of becoming messy. The result of getting caugth in a net or web. To disrupt the solution. Planning of his.

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He was not a fair player. Not at all.

In fact, he was just a cheater, but I guess that was just expected of him after all.

But me? I was a fool to believe his whispering lies. To even think of believing that one such as himself would follow the rules of the game and take my life with him. Clearly, it was now I was who was playing his little game, and I was entangled in his little web of lies and hateful distaste. And I hated him.

I hated him. I loathed him, and I despised him. He was sick.

(I could see that he enjoyed my little outbursts. He was finding so much pleasure in my memorable pain as I screamed for him. It was disgusting.)

Naraku. I hate you. You... you bastard.

~ I I ~

I can't remember. And I don't recall. How long had it been since I was last free?

I can't remember... how long I have been here with him. It seemed like another lifetime had come and gone since the day that he has stole me away. It seemed that long ago. So long... so ago in this unforunate mishap. But perhaps, I know I can't blame it all on him, for it is as much as my fault as it is his. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I am just another ordinary childish girl. If only I hadn't wandered away like that... then I would still be considerably safe.

And now this was my punishment for my foolish actions...

He had me tied up. Lashed and whipped till my blood ran dry like the fine sheet of white covering my slain soul; I couldn't do nothing while he did so, and I hated him. But after that, he didn't even come to bother me no longer, settling for hearing my screams at dawn and my whimpers at dusk, and merely forgetting about me altogether. So I was just fading again. I was...

Alone. Solitude. I had it all, and yet... I didn't feel like the luckiest girl alive.

I could sit in my little cell and count the little spiders and their webs alongside my scars. Their little spinning webs go around and round till something fly by. And I witnessed the life of another drain as it was caught in the little web. It clung so swift and strong, swaying to and fro in hopes of a sweet releasing escape. The soft buzzes of the small dainty fly; such somber cries and hollow weepings. I watched with dead eyes as it looked about to free itself even without its damaged wings.

But the events shook and racketed my moods of hope and delight as the spiders came to surround the helpless little insect. I rolled over and heard at a distance a world away as I listened to its silent screams and then fade into nothing.


~ I I I ~

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to be his any longer.

I sat there in my room counting the stings of pain with my soft movements. The thin lines of the whip served as my punishment and I can feel the scars split and the blood run. I hear the tear of the skin and the soft sound of dripping red. I run my hand over my shoulder, touching, patting, the nearest scar I can get my fingers over. I look at the liquid on my tips and see for if a moment that blushing red.

I sat there on the dirty futon with blood stained hands and I ponder what life would have been like without the death of cherished ones who once took the place in my once so happy and full heart. I think that I would have lived a very promised life and lived to enjoy the days the earth had given to me and enjoyed what little I had if any. I would have never gone a day without laughing and smiling once, and never a frown to curse my face. I would have cherished life more than anything at this time.

I sat there on that dirty futon and take the blade from my sleeve. I hold it firmly in my tainted hands and place its tip to my life line. The pounding blood can be felt through the skin and flowing down in my scarred veins. I drag it teasingly over the flesh and trace it, planning where to cut the deepest and make the final blow.

I can see the etched patterned I created and finally place the knife at the planned start. Holding it up in the seemingly frozen air, I bring it down. This is it.

My final moment of living this curse and wretched nightmare. The final moment...

I didn't want to be there anymore with him... I was not some sort of pet.

~ I I I I ~

As the silvered pin came within inches of making its path a hand extends and grasps my hand. The struggle becomes mad as we wrestle to win dominance. The hand makes a cheating blow to my lower stomach and I kneel over in even more pain than to begin. The "savior's" helper disappeared from vision and I suck in a small breath of air as it reappears around my throat, choking me, squeezing the life from my tunnels and burrows of my frail body. I came feel the blood pound angry; at me or he, I shall not know.

Nibbling on my ear, he whispered in my caverns, "Don't," and I found myself with Him again. I shook in fear and wild, untamed anger. His other arm was around my waist, stroking my stomach behind my kimono and I felt his hot breath on my neck. His deep, husky voice was commanding and I found myself angry at me for listening to it off and on the battlefield. I hated him.

Damn you Naraku...

And when I thought he was trying to stop me and save my life from death, he fed me straight back to the hell hounds. "Let me," and with that the silence was pierced by my scream...

~ E N D ~