[Inuyasha] Spider Silk

The torrential rain was pouring, and the world was shrouded in gray mist.

There was no one on the road, and thunder roared from the sky one after another, piercing the cloudy sky for a short time.

The rapid sound of horseshoes splashed flying muddy water, and the yarn weaved through layers of rain curtains. She rushed back to the city as fast as she could, but her clothes were still drenched by the rain.

Bean-sized drops of water kept slipping down the ends of her hair and smeared on the wooden floor to create blurred water marks. She retreated from the maids who flocked up in panic, and threw the wet feathers on the screen, just as she was about to get out of it. Clothes.

There was a bang, and a dark figure was reflected by the rolling thunder.

"...scare me."

Saori looked at Naraku who suddenly appeared behind her.

The gloomy and pale monster stared at her face, raised his hand when he walked in front of her, and pressed the wound on her cheek with his cool fingertips.

"How is this going?"

There was no one else in the Japanese room, Naraku caressed the slender scar with a cool tone in his calm tone.

"Who did it?"

In the dim light, his eyes seemed more scarlet than usual.

"You said this?" Saori touched her cheek, thinking that the sense of smell of monsters is different from that of humans, and they can actually catch such a faint smell of blood through the smell of rain and mud.

If he didn't mention it, she almost forgot.

"The way back was too fast, and I was accidentally scratched by a branch when I walked through the forest."

"..."

Naraku's figure seemed to pause.

He was silent for a moment, retracted his hand, and looked at her as if saying, "That's it?"

Saori puffed up her cheeks.

"That's it."

She spoke forcefully.

Then he turned around, and was about to give Nai Luo the order to chase away, when a familiar yet unfamiliar itch suddenly surged into his nostrils.

Saori sneezed uncontrollably.

"..."

Huh?

Saori, who hadn't caught a cold for a long time, realized at that moment that she might, it seemed, catch a cold.

……

At first it was just a few sneezes, but Saori didn't take it seriously.

When she woke up the next day, she just felt a little top-heavy, and her throat was a little hoarse when she spoke, and she felt that it would pass after a while.

For so many years in the Warring States Period, Saori seldom got sick. Even if she got sick, it was just a small cold.

So when she lay in bed a few days later and found herself motionless but the world still dizzy, she realized something big was wrong with her.

The rainy weather has not improved, and the nearby doctors braved the heavy rain and were urgently called into the city.

The doctors came and went in several batches, and Shazhi lay listlessly behind the imperial curtain, listening to those people tremblingly reporting to Naluo.

"Ma'am, this is a cold."

Every doctor's diagnosis is similar, and her ears are almost callused.

"Okay." She raised her hand and opened the curtain, and those people fell down in shock, their faces pressed to the ground and they didn't dare to look at her, making her think that she was a monster that could eat people.

"You go."

The sky is oppressive and gloomy, and even the atmosphere in the city these days is gloomy.

The noisy rain beat against the window sill, and the misty courtyard was blurred, and only the colors that were diffused by the rain could be vaguely captured.

The interior is lit by candlelight, and flickering shadows climb the walls and patios, crawling on the beams like spiders.

"I told you not to bother."

Saori unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out a few white pills.

"I'll take some antipyretics and sleep well."

She brought back various medicines from modern society, including antiseptic water and bandages, as well as medicines for colds and fevers.

As a big monster in the feudal era, Naraku has an inexplicable prejudice against the modern society. He doesn't like the things she brought back from the modern society, and he wishes to burn them clean, so she usually puts these medicines in an inconspicuous place. place, save it for emergencies.

"You said the same thing yesterday."

Naraku's expression was as gloomy as the sky outside.

"Humans are different from monsters. They don't recover so quickly when they get sick." Saori took the pills with warm water.

"Haven't you ever seen a human being get sick?"

Of course he has.

Wars, famines, and plagues, monsters who have lived in the troubled times of the Warring States period for more than 50 years, just never cared about human suffering.

The world of monsters is no easier than that of humans, and even crueler, but he still chose that world without hesitation.

"Has Naraku ever been sick?"

Saori didn't quite know whether the monthly loss of strength of the half-demon was similar to the illness of humans.

Naraku was born as a miscellaneous monster. Unlike Inuyasha, he did not inherit powerful monster power or weapons. He has always relied on his own cunning and viciousness to survive in the world of the weak and the strong.

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to know more about you." Saori paused, "Including what you did during the 50 years you spent alone in this world."

Except for the part where Maitreya's grandfather is cursed by becoming a beauty.

No, no, even if she has already heard the story, she doesn't mind hearing it from Naraku's perspective at all.

Saori pulled the quilt, patted the empty space beside her, and signaled Naluo to lie down together.

"come on."

He seemed to be hearing such a request for the first time, and stared at her for a long time.

Immediately, the red eyes narrowed slightly, and the handsome monster with the appearance of the city lord looked away, and his tone was extremely cold:

"……have nothing to say."

Saori: "..."

He definitely didn't want to tell her.

Saori backed down: "It's okay to come and lie down together for a while."

After a while, there was the sound of fabric rustling.Saori opened the quilt and leaned over, sticking herself into the arms of the cold monster.

Naraku's figure covered the candlelight behind, and the dim light and shadow in the Japanese room with the sound of rustling rain was very suitable for catching up on sleep.

Saori grabbed Naraku's hand and put his hand on her back.

"At this time," she said seriously, "you should put me to sleep."

"..."

"Can't you? Haven't you done it?" Saori showed an expression of "I really can't help you".

She raised her hand and hugged his back.

"It's going to be like this—"

Slowly and gently, like coaxing a child, she patted her back, which was much wider than hers.

"Shoot——"

Then look up.

"Do you feel better?"

It seems that this can calm down the monster who has been inexplicably agitated these days.

This is just her guess, because Naraku is not the type who will show his emotions. He will sneer, show a mocking look, and laugh and sprinkle salt on other people's wounds. When he is unhappy, his mood will be shaken. Sometimes, he just looked a little more gloomy than usual, hiding his true thoughts.

"……What are you doing."

Naraku's voice was calm.

Saori: "Coax you."

Naluo's hands were pale and cold. When wearing the skin of a human city lord, his fingertips were not sharp at all, not like a sharp weapon that could shred others. Instead, his slender fingers were like beautiful works of art, as delicate as warm jade.

Saori took Naraku's hand on her waist.

"Have you learned it? Do you need me to demonstrate it again?"

She could feel Naraku's absent-mindedness.

When he looked at her, it seemed that he was looking through her to a very distant place.

Obviously she is here, the whole person is now lying in his arms, talking to him and smiling at him.

Obscure and gloomy eyes, as if watching some kind of fate.

Being watched like that, Saori almost wanted to raise her hand and touch her cheek with plaster on it, to make sure that she was still living in reality.

"...are you listening to me?"

She tentatively said, "Naru?"

The slightly cold breath of the incense suddenly came over, grabbed her slightly parted lips when she spoke, and swallowed all the words she hadn't had time to utter.

The candlelight flickered, and the noisy rain curtain blurred the light and shadow.

Saori wanted to speak a few times but was interrupted by Naluo, the voice that came to her mouth couldn't even form a complete sentence, and in the end she also forgot what she originally wanted to say.

There was a slight sound of water stains in the quiet Japanese room, and the interval of silence was very long, and the separation from time to time was accompanied by repressed and trembling pant, which would turn into a long sticky kiss again.

It was as if invisible vines were winding up tightly, leaving no gaps to distract her, and not allowing her to think about other things.

The shocking longing was like a wildfire burning secretly, as if it was going to burn all human bones into ashes together. She just touched the bottomless longing lightly, and she was so hot that she almost retracted her hand.

... The monster's greed is more than that.

Without warning, Bai Tongzi's cold voice suddenly sounded in his head.

She came back to herself suddenly.

The white pajamas were too thin and couldn't withstand the other party's tossing at all. Saori turned her face away, avoiding Naraku's provocative kiss, and turned around to close the skirt that was opened at some time.

Calming her shortness of breath, she cleared her throat seriously: "...I'm still sick."

Before she finished speaking, Nai Luo hugged her sideways into his arms.

"...Wait a minute!" Saori struggled in his arms, worried that she would really get worse.

"Wait a minute... um!"

She arched suddenly.

The taut strings trembled, and the candlelight melted into a blur of watery light.

The patter of rain outside the window overwhelmed the intermittent weeping and complaining.

Naluo bit the tip of her ear from behind, and Saori felt that he wanted to bite her throat more and disembowel her.

For a moment, she even wanted to reach out her hand and touch his back to see if there were spider tentacles growing on his back, and if the tentacles were not properly managed and ran out again tearing up the human camouflage, but now she couldn't take care of herself and bit her lip Not making more noise is the limit of self-control.

"Why do you keep silent."

Naluo's voice clung to her ears, low and hot, with a hint of frenzy.

Something is wrong with him.

It seemed that not only wanted to occupy her body and mind, but also wanted to eat her soul together.

"Yazhi."

The sound was almost like a curse.

The monster behind him suppressed his panting, his mind extremely calm and clear.

"Yazhi."

He held her tightly in his arms, and with his arms, he used invisible spider threads to stick her tightly together, binding her together for eternity.

"The human body is too weak."

Saori snorted, and her nails dug into the flesh on his arm.

With a low voice, Naraku said to her in an almost persuasive tone: "Do you want to get rid of this weak body?"

"what are you talking about."

His vision was a little slack, and it took a long while before he came back to his senses.

She gasped slightly.

"... Possessed by the Jade of the Four Souls?"

With red tide on her face, she turned her head to look at Naraku, but what she said was very sensible.

"Do you need me to punch you?"

She laughed: "I can punch you, and I promise to punch out strange things."

Naluo's face suddenly darkened.

The shadow covered the pale face, and the eyes in the shadow were blood-colored.

Saori's breathing became chaotic, and Naraku hugged her waist tightly.

It seems that the never-ending rain falls deeply from the world.

Fell into the endless mud.

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