A/N: As reguested (actually I don't care) here is something that follows Play Dangerous. If you have not read it, go and do so but it is not necessary (I think). Due to my sadistic nature I'm not into happy endings so you have to be satisfied with this. And yes, it will continue. I got an idea. You can thank God of Insanity for that. I was in a right mood for this now. I'm fickle so it's important to be "in the mood". So sorry that Naraku is stupid. Just think that it's beacause his brain functions were out of use so long...

Another game, my dear?

His body felt cold and he could not bring himself to move even a single muscle. He did not know where he was. It was so dark. He was not even sure if his eyes were open or not. He could feel how cold wind made his clothes move. Something was not right. He felt cold and yet there was a burning sensation that made him feel very hot at the same time.

Where was he?

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his chest. Was it his heart?

It happened again. He gasped. It was like thousand needles were poking his insides. Had he not been breathing?

Cold air felt extremely uncomfortable when it filled his lungs. His heart began to beat again and hot blood flowed through his system, warming him up from the inside. He thought that a frozen fish probably felt the same when tossed into a boiling kettle. Just that, this was definitely worse.

But no use complaining. He was alive now. That is most certainly a good thing.

Hold it.

If he was alive now, that would mean that just a minute ago he was dead, right?

Something was definitely wrong here.

With a huge effort Naraku managed to get some control over his aching body. It was still dark. Oh yeah, it might help if he opened his eyes. Apparently they were still closed. And why is something so simple as opening one's eyelids so damn hard? Finally he succeeded and there was light again. Beautiful light.

But he did not see anything.

Damn that light.

He blinked a few times. After awhile his sight began to return. He took in his surroundings. He hoped it could give him some clues of what had happened.

He saw a field that obviously had been used as a battle field. The ground was pretty much destroyed so the one fighting must have been very hot headed and obviously unable to control his strength. Oh, right, he might have been in it too. In fact, it was very likely he had been involved in it, whatever it was that had happened there.

Naraku turned his head and his neck made a nasty cracking sound. It hurt a little. Turning his head had not been wise because of one other reason as well. Now he remembered what had happened.

He could see the hill and he could also still see the lingering ghost of the person on top of it. That beautiful existence who, without a doubt, probably possessed one of the most screwed up personalities ever. Sesshoumaru and his fucking pride and the whole bloody set of… What was he trying to say again?

Well, never mind. He could not be angry at someone who happened to be so damn sexy. (A/N: that's not the point dear Naraku…)

Besides, Sesshoumaru was not the first problem in his mind (yes, he was definitely a problem). The first one would be that how the heck was he still (or again, whatever) alive? Inuyasha had been quite vigorous with his strikes and what not so he was pretty sure he had died. And that damn angel of death had just stood on top of some hill watching how he was being beaten to death. How sweet of him to do that.

Ack, he was not supposed to think about Sesshoumaru now! Back to the point, how was he still alive? Interesting. Perhaps he was not good enough even to Hell so they (whoever it was in there) kicked him out. For some reason he would not be surprised if that was what really happened.

One thing was certain and that was that he would not figure out anything if he stayed there. It was just depressing and the image of ghost-like Sesshoumaru was constantly haunting him while he sat there.

Oh yeah, thank god his body was still in one piece. It might have been awkward to wake up and notice that there is only a head left. He would know, he had tried.

Not that he had been actually dead before. It was almost a shame he could not remember anything of it. Being the only one who knows what death is like was somewhat exciting thought.

Naraku got up and tried to get his limps to cooperate. That was a bit of a challenge but if you are someone who can create a new body out of his own flesh, moving a few limps should not be too big of a problem. But still, ouch…

So, he was alive and standing on his feet. Now what? That little ball he had been chasing so hard was destroyed, he had no reason to harass Inuyasha and those humans he had following him (though it had been kinda fun) and more importantly, he was tired. Being evil is very entertaining but it does take a certain amount of energy. Perhaps he could take a holiday.

Naraku stopped his movements in the middle of doing it. Hold it right there! Had he gone completely insane?? What on Earth, Hell and Heaven was he thinking? It did not make any sense. Perhaps someone had injected some strange substance into his brain while he was lying there. Obviously he had become a little soft in the head. He could not possibly show himself to Sesshoumaru while he was like this.

Crap. There it was again, Sesshoumaru. Apparently not thinking about him was not an option. Not that it mattered. Thinking about Sesshoumaru was not unpleasant, one could use his time on worse activities. But on the other hand, better than thinking about Sesshoumaru was to actually be with that proud bastard.

That might turn out to be a problem, though.

A BIG problem.

Sesshoumaru had seen him die. It was not exactly easy to just pop in front of someone and tell them "Hey, guess what? I'm not dead after all!"

Of course he would not say it like that but the idea was the same anyway. Besides, Sesshoumaru might just think that it was a good thing he was still alive (in some miraculous way Sesshoumaru probably would not care to figure out). Now that he was alive and breathing he could kill him himself. He would get two delicacies, one would be seeing him die and the other would be killing him personally.

How depressing.

Naraku did not particularly want to die twice. Once was quite enough.

So, back to the point. What should he do now? Before he had been obsessed with the jewelry hunt (that did not end too well) and making himself a full demon. Now he was starting to think that he actually had quite a nice frame that he would have missed if it were to disappear. Funny how dying can change one's perspective of things.

Actually, now that he really thought about it, the only thing he had left from his previous life was Sesshoumaru. Right now he did not have anything else to do so he might just as well use his time to persuade Sesshoumaru. Naraku could see it with his mind's eye (people with good planning skills have to have a good imagination too), he and Sesshoumaru standing next to each other, holding hands while wind mixed their hairs together. Nice.

Okay, that holding hands was a bit too much. He could not possibly hold Sesshoumaru's hand unless he'd cut it off and take it. That might be a bit too cruel, even for him. He rather liked Sesshoumaru's hands being where they were supposed to be. But they both had a very long hair so the mixing part was actually very likely to happen at some point. Though, it might be a pain to untangle the mess. (A/N: it seems like he has no sense of romance after all -.-)

Now that that was decided he would only have to find Sesshoumaru and try not to get killed before he can convince him that they are meant to be together. He did not actually believe that was true but it might be fun to try and see what will happen. At least Sesshoumaru's reaction was definitely going to be something worth seeing. At the moment Naraku was not occupied with other things so he had all the time he needed to try and shatter Sesshoumaru's mighty pride.

Naraku stretched and yawned like he had just woken up after sleeping a good night's sleep (well, actually that was not too far off…) He was starting to think that this new life might give him some very good opportunities.

An evil smirk brightened his handsome face as he walked away from the field to find his new main target.

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*sigh*In order to write this I had to read Play Dangerous from start to finish.

That was so god damn EMBARRASING!! Why did you not tell me how much it sucked, huh?? I mean seriously! How many times can they "release cries into night" or something like that? Next time they'll fuck it will be on a cloudless midday and they can scream to the sun or whatever!! And how many times can I write the word "lips" in two paragraphs? I think I broke a record... Argh!! And somehow in ch 4 one sentense has mystically dissapeared so that two others have synchronized strangely. It pisses me off that I did not notice it sooner!!! RRRR!!! *heavy breathing*

Okay, that's out of my system. It didn't totally suck. About this story, it will continue, don't worry. I have nice things in mind ^^ Kukuku. Poor Sesshy... (not really) But I don't know what category I should put this in. I hate to say it's 'romace' (same thing with all my stories) because I hate that word but I can't really say it's not. it has humor, but if it's romance/humor it feels like a bad chick flick and I hate those. My sense of humor is not like that... Oh well...

Oh yeah, check out Killing Kisses. It's an experiment I made. Damn my notes are long, I have to stop writing now -.-

Love, Val