I spent the next few weeks like when I first came there. He hadn't tried to get me to have sex with him, which was confusing but I wasn't complaining. Though it wouldn't be any worse than when I let him mark me over Sesshomaru's mark. We were sitting in his room, Kagura out trying to find more jewel shards for Naraku. He pulled me into his lap and rested his chin on the mark. "Master?" I asked. "Call me Naraku from now on." He said,which shocked me. "Yes Naraku. If you love me, how come your heart still yearns for Kikyo?" I asked. He tensed, his arms tightening around me. "My human heart from Onigumo yearns for her. Not me. Why?" He asked. "I was merely curious. I was under the impression you cannot love more than one person. And without a heart you cannot love." I said.
"I can love plenty without that pathetic heart." He said. "Why do you keep it around then?" I asked. "Since I was born from that pathetic human man, if my heart is destroyed I die. I suppose, in a way, I am a half-breed myself." He said bitterly, his arms tightening even more. I flinched from the pain. "N-Naraku, you're hurting me." I said. He quickly loosened his hold. "I'm sorry." He said and kissed my cheek. "You know Luna, I am getting impatient. I want to let you make the first move but soon I will be making that move." He whispered in my ear, nipping at the lobe. "I'm not sure I follow." I said. I did but I played dumb, hoping he would buy it.
He chuckled darkly in my ear. "I think you know what I want." He said and licked the outer shell of my ear. "Why wait for me to make the first move? You never did before?" I asked. He sighed. "I want you to want me too darling. I regret the way I treated you and I see you still have not forgiven me. I'll make you want me Luna darling. Just wait and see." He said and I mentally scoffed and laughed at him.
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Sesshomaru X OC
FanfictionA story inspired by a one shot of mine Luna is a demon, although powerful, who was over come by Naraku and kept for years by him. Many horrible things happened to her by his hands and memories she'd rather forget but never can were created by him. A...