Power III: The Hunt by RyuuAngel

Psychology 101

Chapter 1: Psychology 101

What a beautiful morning to spy on these precious beauties? Could there be better? Not for Naraku. He lounged back in the desk chair and watched as innocent young pupils entered the classroom and sat down at desks throughout the room. He smirked when he noticed that the girls had sat up front near him and were whispering excitedly about how goddamned hott he was. He quickly rocked forward and stood in a fluid movement from the chair, watching them all. Even the boys were watching him in respective silence, something uncommon when a substitute teacher led the class. He loved the respect he unconsciously commanded among young and old, they all stopped to listen if he had something to say. These mere mortals somehow knew that they weren't dealing with your 'average Joe', as it was said today. Too bad they had no idea exactly what they WERE dealing with.

"Good morning, students of Rockhearst High School." His smooth voice rolled like butter over their unusually attentive ears. "Welcome to your AP Psychology class. Before we start, do you have any questions?"

A girl with a continual smirk on her face and whom he was sure was the school slut raised her hand in the air, smiling sweetly at him. He raised his chin ever so slightly to acknowledge her. She leaned forward in her seat, her breasts just about hanging out of the shirt that was most definitely against school regulation.

"Mr....?

"You may be allowed to call me Naraku. The school will not know for this short day." He noticed the way the girl next to her shrank in her seat as the other sent her a meaningful glance. He did not fail to notice how the others in the classroom murmured about his unfamiliar name.

"Mr. Naraku, could I get your number for Jazz?" The girl who was obviously named Jazz turned beat red and refused to meet his eyes, looking like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He studied her for a moment, approving of her natural black hair and dark eyes. Quite a beauty, and he could smell her innocence. The class was twittering and he held up a hand to silence them.

"Jazz, is it? What is your real name, Jazz?" His eyes probed hers deeply and she turned an even deeper shade of scarlet before murmuring her name.

"Jessica Bartlet." She replied softly. If he had not been of such keen hearing, he would not have made her answer out.

"How is it that you have a nickname like Jazz?"

"I... its something my mother made up." Her voice sounded almost deathly quiet. He chuckled.

"Well, Jazz, I welcome you to come and see me after school if you wish to receive extra help with your studies." Her eyes came up to his suddenly, as if she was slightly disbelieving.

"Really?" She dropped her eyes and turns so many shades of pink he grinned. The class made catcalls and whistled. He pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, scribbling down a number and an address. Hell, this was worth a shot! Perhaps he would have his next victim sooner then expected.

"My number. Do not hesitate to call me for any reason." He tried to sound fatherly or teacherly but even to the not-so-perceptive student's it came out different. Not that it mattered.

"See, I told you I could get you his number, Jazz." The flirtatious slut elbowed the blushing girl and grinned before turning her attention to Naraku, fluttering her lashes and smiling prettily. "Oh, hey, Mr. Naraku? Do you think that *I* could get your number too? I may need some," She licked her lips and shifted her eyebrows suggestively. "'Extra help' as well." He smiled coolly back at her.

"I do believe you get all the 'help' you need, dear girl. What is your name?" He saw her face drop into a scowl as she realized what he had meant by his comment. The rest of the class hooted and a couple of the guys grinned.

"Busted." One of the other females remarked under her breath. The slut glared at her before turning back to Naraku, giving him a cold superior look he found amusing.

"My name is Ariannna Jenkins." She tossed her silky brown hair over her shoulder; it was obvious the name held influence in this town.

"Well, Arianna, student teacher relationships are not allowed and therefore you will have to get my number from Jazz when I teach here no more." He made sure the grin he directed at her was lethal. She nearly purred with renewed hope and pleasure.

"I'll be sure to do that, Mr. Naraku. I'll look forward to it." The class laughed outright this time, but Arianna didn't even turn a hair. The little slut thought he was serious. She really believed that she would get a good fuck out of him. Sultry snob, she wasn't hardly eighteen. And despite his age resembled that of a man who was in his early twenties, he was in all actuality about sixty now. And he would look like this for a century or so longer.

Naraku incarnated turned to the blackboard and began to write so quickly the students could hardly keep up. When he suggested notebooks would be more then handy he heard the sound of multiple notebooks being yanked out and scribbled in. He continued to write on the board, his mind on his plans should his next victim not meet expectancies.

~**~

"The crime scene investigators checked this place over with a magnifying glass and a fine toothed comb. I found nothing." Jax reported from his foray in the kitchen, Riasha reported next to Kagome.

"Nothing in the bathroom."

"Nada for the living room, if you could call this a living room." Shippou wrinkled his nose as he entered the bedroom.

"And we extricated not a single hair from his bedroom." Sesshoumaru sighed beside her. Kagome frowned and started to pace agitatedly, her mind flashing with memories of that gruesome picture. She stopped and faced them.

"How could he spill so much blood and yet leave not a trace of anything behind?" When none gave her an answer except a raised eyebrow or a shrugged shoulder, she went back to her pacing. "I mean, the autopsy on the girl reported that there was hardly any blood left in her body and that she could have died from the blood loss alone. The picture points to the fact that he killed her in this room, and yet not a speck of anything remains." She glared at them; each of them in turn, and then softened her expression when Riasha sent her a curious glance and Sesshoumaru a cold calculating one. Jax just looked surprised and Shippou slightly hurt.

"I'm sorry guys. Its not YOUR fault the bastard's so good. I can't blame you if we can't find any evidence to help us." She sighed, feeling guilty. "This... this just makes me so angry. He's killing women who resemble me, just to hurt me. In a way, it's my fault he's killing these women. Well, there's only one so far..."

"You think he's going to do it again?" Shippou asked, his big eyes round. Sesshoumaru gave him a cool glance he artfully ignored.

"Yes, I'm sure of it. After all, the note said that he would give us a hint for each murder, which implies more then one. He said that if we figure it out by the hints, he would spare the last victim." She shuddered. "I wonder how many innocent girls he planned to kill before deciding on a last one." She shut her eyes and swallowed, hoping to god they could find some kind of hint or evidence to stop him. She jerked in surprise when she felt heavy warm arms settle around her shoulders before leaning into then in grateful respite. She tried to clear away her horrible thoughts.

"Okay, we have to try and narrow this down." She gently pushed away from Sesshoumaru, holding out her hands to them. "But I don't want to do it here, where he killed her. Lets go back to the mansion, okay guys?" There were nods or the simple gesture of taking ones hand to comply with the request. Soon they formed a circle and Shippou took them between.

As always, Kagome's whole body went through the numb sensation of total nothingness and her mind screamed for reality again. With a practice of will she forced the strong feeling back and landed lightly on her feet as they touched down in the Great Hall of Sesshoumaru's mansion. Oh, she supposed she could call it hers too, since Sesshoumaru had made it clear that he would NOT live in that little tiny Shrine with her grandfather. So this was her home, and though it wasn't hers in name or papers, it already felt like home because of the simple fact that she shared it with Sesshoumaru and her friends.

She remembered how the study her demon mate had so cherished alone time in before was now locked up as another extra room they did not use. She had not mentioned it to him; she saw no reason to. It was understandable that he would not want to work or think in a place that they had all nearly lost their lives. She faced them all, her face etched in tired lines.

"We should retire to the drawing room and discuss this and try to see it from a new perspective."

"Perhaps it would be best if baths and food was rendered to all before we try to think about this new problem." Sesshoumaru suggested.

"And what a ghastly problem it is. A long bath and a few cups of wine would be nice before I have to think about that again." Riasha put in.

"Perhaps the bath could follow with a little alone time before we are forced to go back to serious matters..." Jax kept his grinning gaze on Riasha as he lifted her hair from her neck and played sensuously with the nerves on her neck and ear.

"But those girls-"

"He is right, Kagome." Sesshoumaru cut her off. "Despite the fact that we must find a way to stop this massacre, we cannot do it if we are all sexually and physically stressed out."

"I... the more time we waste sitting around here..." She sighed. "Oh, your right. I just feel so goddamned responsible for this whole thing. I want to solve it as quick as we can, and the best way to go about that is with our senses strong and on full alert. A sex addled brain will not think clearly." She stared dolefully all around.

"My point exactly." Jax dropped light kisses on Riasha's shoulder, who shut her eyes in bliss.

"Do you guys like to forget I'm even here?"

Riasha's eyes sprang open. "Get some ear plugs." She smiled sweetly as Shippou turned bright red, since his room was not far from Jax's and Riasha's. He sauntered off mumbling about sexually frustrated demons. They all ignored him.

"Well, shall we deign to meet in the drawing room in three hours then?" Kagome said cheerfully. Sesshoumaru's eyes probed over her and her knees went weak as she clued in on the intention on his melting gaze.

"Make it four."

~**~

The phone rang shrilly on the table beside the bed. Finally. It had already been an hour since school had gotten out. He grinned maliciously and picked up the phone.

"Naraku."

"Um, Mr. Naraku? It's Jazz-" he heard her swallow. "Uh, Jennifer." He could already see her slight blush even though she stood out of his range of vision.

"No misters are required. I am only a teacher if in school."

"Oh." Silence. And then...

"But you said you could give me some after school help."

"Aye, and I do it as your friend, not your teacher. Is that what you called about, sweet Jennifer? Or would you rather I use your musical nickname?"

Her voice squeaked when she answered.

"Uh, you can call me whatever you want." As I scream your name in pleasure. "It is what I called about. Would today be okay, or should I call another time?" She added quickly, as if afraid now that she had suggested it.

"Today is superb. I am free right this moment, if you would like to find your way to the Red Irish hotel. Do you know where to find it?" His lips curved into a smile.

"Oh! I've lived in this town all my life. I know where everything is." She said excitedly. "Do you want me to come now?"

"It would give me great joy, sweet girl." He almost said mortal, but then had caught himself. It would not do to scare the girl too badly.

"Okay. I'll be there in about twenty minutes!"

"I'll be waiting." He hung up to the sound of her excited goodbye.

~**~

"Sesshoumaru..." Kagome wriggled against him as he continued to delve his tongue deep into her. He switched gears and toyed with the hot, swelled nub that nestled between her juicy folds of flesh.

"Oh my god..."

Her hips rose off the bed as she half whispered, half moaned the words. He grabbed her hips and held her down, torturing her relentlessly. The awful yet exquisitely wonderful feeling of intense anticipation was driving her nuts, not to mention the blinding pleasure she was slowly rising towards. Her whole body shook with the effort to try and stay still, her muscles clenched tight.

And then, just as she was about to fall over the lovely edge, he pulled back. She groaned aloud as his eyes flashed in satisfied humor. Just as always, he stopped right as she was about to have the intense satisfaction of finishing. It became only minimally important as he dived into her, stretching her to the limit. He drove hard and the pleasure he had stopped resparked with twice the intensity. She cried out in something close to agony, but was certainly not painful. Her breathing was reduced to shallow gasps.

"Happy, dear love?" He whispered in her ear. She didn't get a chance to answer as he plunged into her again. The friction of flesh, the heat, the way his lips and tongue and teeth nibbled over her neck; all threatened to send her to oblivion. And god did she want it. He thrust deeply over and over, his muscles taut with heated tension. And slowly the pleasure built until every time he buried his length in her there was a low sound erupting from her throat. He pulled back from his tantalization of her neck and looked deep into her eyes before driving his teeth into his mark on her neck.

Her body exploded in pleasure.

Her arms tightened around him and her nails etched red lines down his back. Her whole body lifted off the bed to arch up into his as she shuddered over and over in the perilous throes of climax. Finally her body relaxed back to the bed and her shivering quieted. He collapsed on top of her, sliding his fangs from her delicious throat and kissing away the droplets of blood that spilled there. It healed almost on the spot, leaving a white, perfect mark. He admired it through lowered lashes.

Her breathing had finally returned to normal, which she was glad of. Sesshoumaru was no lightweight. Not that she was complaining, she loved the feel of his full weight on her in this intimate moment while they were still connected like this. Her whole body radiated sexual satisfaction and was tender with sensuality from their recent lovemaking.

She felt him delicately run his teeth over her mark and she shivered, feeling her pleasure renew already. She could feel his size increasing slowly again and smiled. Again? Great!

She blew softly on his ear before taking the lobe in her mouth and sucking gently. His size increased inside of her much more rapidly from the stimulation. She heard him growl lowly and chuckled, attacking his neck this time. She nipped his mark and grinned at his 'unSesshoumaru-like' reaction; his whole body convulsed and he said her name hoarsely. She smiled gleefully.

Her turn!

~**~

"Shall I go get the whipped cream, love?" Jax grinned at Riasha and she tipped her head to the side, thinking. Then she shook her head.

"I'm in the mood for chocolate, aren't you? Maybe I should go with you and melt up some real quick-" She squeaked when he grabbed her about the waist and threw her over his shoulder, speeding out of the room.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" he cried.

Nothing, apparently. Riasha gave an unlady-like giggle and pounded her fists on Jax's back. "Put me down you great lug! You ungrateful sexy bastard!" She slapped his ass since that was what she could reach.

"Yeow! I didn't know we were going to play that dirty today, dear mate. But if you insist..." She didn't have to see his lethal grin to know it was on his face. She felt his hand meet her ass hard as he made his way down the hall. A slight pain accompanied it, with an offshoot of pleasure tingling through her. She whacked the back of his head, hard.

"Ow! Well, that was uncalled for!" He set her down as he entered the kitchen. She found her feet gracefully and then sniffed disdainfully.

"Twas. You deserved it." She peered down her nose at him but could not hold the face when he reached for her. He bent her backwards and put his face in her neck, making farting noises. She was laughing so hard she couldn't tell him to stop. She pushed desperately at him, but he held her too tightly. Finally he lifted his head and grinned at her.

"what was that, love?"

"Jerk! Jackass!" But she was still smiling. "You incorrigibly dense nitwit!" And then she pulled him down to kiss him. He swept his arms around her and pressed her giving body to his hard one. And then she was breaking away, moving across to the other side of the counter before he could grab her back. He groaned and she laughed.

"The chocolate, silly." Was all she said. He stalked her around the counter, his eyes desperately hungry.

"I don't know if I can make it until the chocolate, dear one. I may have to throw you down on the floor here and now." Though his voice was playful, his eyes were serious. She stared coolly back at him, a light smile on her face.

"Well, your just going to have to wait, because *I* want some chocolate!"

His eyes flashed and he rushed her, but she ducked and clicked her tongue, shooting him backwards with the power of her mind. Oh how she loved to torture him! "Just a few minutes, love. I swear it will be worth it." When she turned to look at him, she almost rushed him on the spot. His eyes were hungrily feeding on her and his whole body seemed to magnetize hers. And then she watched as he grinned despite the heat and leaned back against the counter, whisking the can of whip cream off the table.

"Alright, hun, I'll wait." He squirted some of the whip cream on his hand and then dipped his finger in it, watching her with hot eyes as he licked it off slowly. Riasha forgot all else as he tongue flicked out to lick off a drop he had missed. With a will born of hard times and sexual tension she tore her eyes away and concentrated on melting the chocolate. Jax sighed in frustration that he had failed. Finally he contented himself bugging her the best he could while she fumbled and tried to melt the chocolate.

"Jax! It only takes longer the more you try to stop me..." She batted his hands away from her breasts, though what she wanted to do was arch into his touch. He caressed her sides slowly, his breath hot on her neck.

"Sorry Ria. Your just so much more... appetizing." His husky voice sent chills down her spine. Definitely good chills, she thought. She shrugged off his fingers as they played over her shoulder and down her back before pulling out the huge bowl of chocolate, putting it on the table and stirring it. The consistency was perfect; thin enough to spread easy but not enough to be watery. She grabbed a new appliance you could plug into the wall and set the chocolate on so it would stay warm and gooey.

"All set." She headed quickly out of the kitchen, taking a short cut Jax hadn't known was there to get back to their room. Jax followed her closely, breathing down her neck and occasionally touching her. Despite how much she wanted to stop and enjoy his caresses, she had other plans in mind. Her evil little mind was spinning with ways to torture him into mindless sensuality. Finally just one was locked down and she smiled gleefully thinking of it.

"Hm... I don't know what to do to you first..." Jax had a pleasant, if heated expression on his face. If only he knew...

"Ut-uh. I get to go first since you did last time." His attention perked.

"Works for me sweetie. Now if only we could get to that damn-" Riasha opened the door he was about to walk past. "...room." She smiled sweetly at him as she locked the door behind her and set up the chocolate bowl. She turned to him and lost her breath.

While she had set up the chocolate bowl he must have undressed. He stood there with a predatory tension as her eyes simply feasted on his beautifully aroused body. All thoughts from before were lost. Quickly she dropped her dress from her shoulders and walked toward him, drawing his head down to meet his lips with hers. Fire burned deep and dark and threatened to overwhelm her. She carefully toned it down as she remembered her intentions. She broke off the kiss and with a light shove pushed him back onto the bed. She straddled him and ground her hips into his, watching as his eyes darkened to deep violet-blue. He reached to caress her but she grabbed his hands, holding them out to the sides away from him against the bed. Quickly she chanted an old spell and released his hands.

"Ria...?" She grinned.

"Don't worry Jax, this will be very enjoyable." She laughingly slid off him and then spread his feet apart, since his whole body was under her control. His eyes were watching her with anticipation and more then a little hunger. She sauntered over to the chocolate and dished out some, licking her fingers slowly as she glided back towards him. He swallowed as he watched her tongue manipulate her fingers and then groaned when she ran her wet fingers down her body.

"Your turn." She scooped some of the chocolate onto her fingers and smeared some on his lips before artfully licking and sucking it until they were clean again. Then she went proceeded to his neck placing the warm chocolate on his heated skin and then cleaning it off carefully, paying particular attention to her mark on his the hollow of his neck. She continued this tormenting procedure all the way down one of his arms to his hand and then to his chest and to his abdomen. He was groaning aloud every time her tongue touched him, making her concentration quake. She ignored his hard, straining erection to continue on with his lean hips and only when she was sure he was totally clean did she then smear the still hot chocolate on him.

"For the love of god, Ria."

"Didn't know you believed." She said lightly before slowly, carefully licking away each and every tiny bit of chocolate.

"I don't." He groaned. She lifted her eyes to his.

"Really?" She enveloped him with her hot, chocolaty mouth and sucked on him hard.

"Jesus."

She slipped him out of her mouth and smiled softly. "Thought you said you didn't believe?" Before he could come up with a decent answer she had leaned back down to continue with what she had been doing. Every once in a while she added more chocolate.

"Ria... please."

"What was that?" Her mouth took him back in again.

"-Ugn." His groan turned into an outright moan as she began a rhythmic motion, sliding him in and out of her lips. She drew hard on him, knowing that it was driving him crazy that he couldn't move. She could feel him getting more and more desperate despite his lack of movement and pulled him out of her mouth, grinning at his dazed and ravaged face.

"Fucking hell!" It was not loud, but she knew what he meant. She grinned and got up off the bed.

"What was that?"

"Dammit! You stopped! Please-" He begged roughly. Her laughter sounded like heavy bells as she shook her head and made her way back to the chocolate pot.

"I need more chocolate."

"Oh fuck no."

Her only response was to dish out more of the sticky substance and grin.

~**~

Jennifer was so nervous she almost forgot her purse. And then she remembered that she had to tell her parents where she was going, and then she remembered that her parents wouldn't be home until the next day! So now she was hurrying up the street at a half jog, her purse swinging on her shoulder. God she shouldn't feel like this. She was, after all, just turned eighteen! Most girls her age had been through sex many times and were none the worse for it. In fact, from what they said, it was just the opposite.

Not that she would interest a total hottie like their teacher, Mr. Naraku, as much as she wished it to be. He was older then her, and he was so goddamned handsome, not to mention he was her teacher. If only she was a few years older and her breasts were a bit bigger and her pimples gone and her hair as shiny and pretty as Arianna's...

So much for wishing. She would still be Jessica, no matter how much she wished her looks would change. She saw the sign for the hotel and walked still faster towards it, turning and going into the building with just as much speed. When she got inside she hesitated, realizing that she had never gotten what number room he was in.

"Jessica Bartlet?" She whirled around to face the old guy behind the desk, fear engulfing her heart. She thought to race to the door.

"Yeah?" She nearly squeaked.

"I have a message to tell a Jessica Bartlet for a Mr. Naraku that she should head right up to number 43 and knock once before entering."

Her whole body swayed with relief. "Thank you so much. I'll make sure and tell him that you made sure the message got to me." She smiled nervously before fleeing towards the elevators. She pressed the button over and over, hoping that it would hurry the hell up! The doors slid smoothly open and she stepped in, her eyes catching the desk clerk's before they closed totally. She shivered; she didn't like something about that guy.

The elevator rose slowly after she punched in floor number four. The gentle hum only rubbed her edgy nerves raw as the slowly moving elevator ascended. The number above the doors was currently still one.

She nervously ran her hand through her hair and then worriedly straightened it down in fear that it was sticking up or looking messy instead of falling to frame her face the way she wanted it to. An exasperated breath whooshed from her mouth, he wouldn't be looking at her hair, he's be looking at whatever he was going to teach her. Despite that she pulled out her lip-gloss and smoothed some on her lips as the number three lit above the door. She put the lips gloss away and readjusted her purse on her shoulder. Staring at the number three, waiting for it to change to four, nervously shuffling her feet...

She swore she'd never rode in a slower elevator. Finally it made a ping sound and the number changed to four. The doors slid open and she stepped out with a full breath of air in her lungs. She let it out with a whoosh and looked at the door closest to her. Number 41 was on her right, 40 was on the left. The room she was searching for was the next one on the right. She stopped in front of it, staring at the number as it mocked her, daring her to raise her fist to the door. Many thoughts ran through her mind, including turning right back around and leaving as fast as she could. But her hand, though it shook slightly knocked once on the door. There was no answer after she had counted to twenty and she remembered how the guy downstairs had said to knock once before going in. Should she just go in even though no one had answered?

Her hand touched the knob and she shuddered. She shouldn't, but maybe that's what he had meant her to do! Her courage caught in her breast and she turned the knob, half hoping it was locked.

It wasn't.

She peeked her head in and looked around. "Hello? Mr. Naraku? Are you here?" She slid the rest of her body in the door and shut it quietly behind her. A large piece of paper on the table caught her eye, for she saw right on the top was the word Jazz. Only after having a quick look did she realize he was using her name.

Jazz,

I'm sorry if you have arrived and I am not finished with my shower yet. I promise I shall be right out and I ask you to please lock the door. I don't trust the people in this hotel and though don't fear for myself, I fear harm on you. So if you would please do that for me...

Thank you.

Naraku

She stared at his curvy, flourished handwriting a second before shaking her head. It was definitely his writing; she would know it anywhere after seeing for an hour today. She sighed and went back to the door, turning the lock and checking to make sure it had worked.

"I see you found my note." His deep, smooth voice startled her even as a wave of heat flooded her cheeks and body. Not all of it could be laid guilty of embarrassment, some of it was something else altogether.

"Yeah, I just locked the doors." She laid her eyes on him and nearly choked. He had only a pair of black sweatpants slung low on his lean hips. His hairless, toned body was bare from the waist up. His long black hair curled wetly around his shoulders and down to his tight, well muscled abdomen. He was watching her with that same predatory ease; his lithe form graceful and relaxed on his long, shaped legs. While one part of her mind wished away the sweatpants he had on, another screamed at her for to do or say something.

"Is something wrong, Jazz?" She loved the way he said her name, making it sound exotic and intriguing instead of deadpan.

"N, Nothing. I... hope you enjoyed your shower." She almost winced, because that brought on an all new series of thoughts that were shaped by an image of him naked with steam framing his exquisite body and his intense gaze focused solely on her. As it was now.

"Ah, yes. Quite enjoyed it. Hot water does wonders for tense muscles."

Why was it that everything he said sounded as though it had a double meaning meant for her ears alone?

"Is it from all that writing you did today in class? That would put a cramp in anyone's shoulder." She tried to smile but her lips were stuck.

"Ah, no. I do other jobs as well, ones that include more then mental labor." When he did not elucidate she decided not question what it was. Oh no, her mind took off and words came out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"Would you like a message? I've been told by my friend's that I'm very... um, good at it."

She kicked herself and swore silently, knowing her cheeks were turning red even as she spoke.

"Would you be so kind? What a sweetheart you are. Perhaps we can go over something verbally at the same time?" her heart jumped to her throat. Go over something? What in the world... did he mean student teacher relations or something? And was she really going to put her hands on his bare flesh?

"Did you bring your notebook?" She frowned and then her expression once again reddened. Psychology, of course. That was what he meant to discuss verbally. And her books...

"Oh no! I forgot them at home! I can't believe what an idiot I am!" She brought a hand up to cover her cheeks and close her eyes. She nearly jumped when she felt his hand warmly on her shoulder.

"Hey, its nothing to worry about. I still have my papers from the class. We can use those." He gently took a hold of her wrist and pulled her hand from her flaming face, cupping her hand in his to her intense surprise. "Don't get so caught up about it. And don't worry about how you look when your cheeks flame. Its very becoming on your pale skin." He patted her hand and then let it go.

Jazz didn't move, didn't try to think. Her hand was still and limp in the air, the hand that he had cradled so sweetly. His warm smile turned to tingles on her own lips. She watched dumbly as he picked up his briefcase and pulled out a binder and a notebook. He set it on the table and then sat down, turning the chair so he sat on his sideways with the back under his left arm.

"Is the message offer still up?" he winked at her and she slowly walked towards him, feeling so absolutely foolish it wasn't even funny. "You know, I know you suggested it, but you really don't have to if you didn't want to." He was watching her seriously and she realized she had been stalling for some reason. She picked up her hands towards his shoulders.

"No! I'll do it. I don't mind at all. I was just having a short brain lapse, that's all." She smiled to try and cover up her nervousness about touching him. She took a deep breath and laid her hands on his shoulders high up by his neck. His skin was smooth and warm and slightly damp from the shower. She squeezed his shoulders gently and then moved on to a spot close to it, putting her mind on what she was doing instead of whom she was doing it to. Soon her hands got surer and she worked out the tension in his hard muscles with a practiced ease. She started down his back, going all the way to his sweatpants line before blushing again, and then slowly made her way back up.

"Ohh, to the left a bit if you would." She obliged, firmly pressing and rolling the muscles in the area. She smiled in pleasure when he groaned and leaned back into her touch. "Ah, better." She took that as an okay to move to a different area and found that his hair was in the way. Without a second thought she lifted it from his neck and smoothed in over his right shoulder. She was surprised when his breath caught.

"What? Did I hurt you?" She asked, her voice full of worry. He shook his head slowly.

"You just brushed a very sensitive spot on my neck." He said. At first she didn't understand. No pain, obviously, was he ticklish? Another thought suddenly came to mind and she nearly snatched her hands off him.

~"Yeah, a lot of guys are really turned on by certain spots on their necks, especially their ears." Arianna said with a conspiratorial smile.

Oh hell. Had that been it? Could she just... ask? Pretend she didn't know, that's what she would do.

"Sensitive? Is it painful? Or are you ticklish?" She tried to sound as casual as possible. He chuckled and she forced herself to knead the muscled of his shoulders once again.

"Sweets, you're not thinking the right way. Certainly not painful and ticklish? No, I'd say not. Lets just say I'm very partial to this certain spot." This time her hands did freeze and her breath caught. Oh man...

"Please don't stop, unless of course your uncomfortable or you just don't want to anymore." Immediately she went back to working at his shoulders, loosening and working his strong, hard muscles. She gulped uncertainly and started working slowly towards his neck since that was where she had been headed before when she had moved his hair. Finally a little of the nervousness wore off and she loosened up enough to get back into it again. She moved right up his neck, getting the base and the back.

"Can I ask you to tip your head forward?" he did as she asked and she finished off the back of his neck before gently working the sides. You couldn't be as rough with a neck as you were with the rest of the body, the glands were softer and the nerves closer to the surface. Absently she continued until his muscles felt pliable and loose, though they were still quite hard. She was staring at his hair now, her eyes fascinated with it. It seemed to shine and shimmer in the soft light, containing a hundred different shades of dark, dark indigo and black. She finally gave in to the urge to run her hand through it and wondered at its silky feel now that it was halfway dry. She lifted it from over his shoulder to place it on his back again, noticing how heavy it was and how thick. All other thoughts left her mind and she continued to run her hands through it until he sighed.

She took a quick step back and her eyes went wide. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's perfectly alright. I was quite enjoying it, actually. Its not often someone plays with my hair, and it is a very pleasant sensation." He turned around in the chair to face her. "Are you always this nervous?"

"N, No. I just, you're my teacher, that's all." She stammered. He smiled ruefully at her.

"Ah, then you must remember that I am not your teacher, but your friend. I stopped being your teacher the moment we left the school grounds, and I am not going to be teaching there again, either. So from this moment on do not think of me as a teacher at all. I am just another friend, who happens to have taught one of your classes."

"Yeah, a male friend ten years older then me that is hotter then hell." She thought, and then realized that she had spoken out loud. She slapped her hand over her mouth and looked horrified.

"Damn, you are cute when you blush. Don't choke up on me now, sweet one. And here I believed that I was only twenty-two, and four years older then you, if my calculations prove correct." He grinned at her as she started to calm back down a little when she realized he wasn't going to react the way she had thought he would to what she had said.

"Your only twenty-two? I thought you were twenty-eight." She mumbled.

"Yes, well. Then there's the part mentioned that you said something along the lines of my being 'hotter then hell'. Well, to even in the odds, I think you are exquisitely beautiful. Now where does that leave us? Ah yes, the male part. Surely you must have other male friends?" She shook her head in denial. "None? And why not?"

"My mother doesn't, um, approve of them. She's kind of old fashioned. And most of the guys in my grade are either really stupid acting, or preppy, or just plain assholes."

"I see." She was still blushing from his compliment before. "Well, then you can call me your first, eh?" Her mind zoomed and words she would have regretted almost spilled out.

"First to...?" She gulped. "Uh, never mind."

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Nothing, really." She had almost said that he could be the first to fuck her. Why had she almost said that? Dur, probably because that's what she had been thinking!

"Jazz, honey, are you still a virgin?" She nearly died. Was he really asking her this? Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and she stammered incoherently.

"I'm sorry, it was a personal question, huh? Although from your reaction I would guess that you are. Am I right?" Rather then try and open her mouth and unstick the words from her throat, she just nodded meekly, feeling foolish. Now she knew she had done it. If he hadn't thought she was naïve and innocent before now, he certainly did now.

Suddenly she realized he was standing before her, barely inches away. His bare flesh radiated heat.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way." He whispered huskily before he leaned down and kissed her.

~**~

Okay, this is going to end chapter 1 for Power III: The Hunt. I hope you liked it. I sure as hell had a lot of fun writing it! BTW, I know that this incarnated Naraku says a lot of things our old Naraku wouldn't have, but you have to remember that he is reincarnated, and therefore will be different. I mean, look at how different Kagome is from Kikyou. So there will be similarities, but Naraku of old and my new Naraku are very different indeed.

This chapter ended up being kind of long for me, didn't it? It was supposed to end two or three pages ago... oh well.

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PS: I'm off groundation! I'm off groundation! YAY! *dances around and sings*