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You're Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 19962 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, and I make no profit off of this story.

Chapter List
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AN: Warnings of…well, minor violence in this chapter as well as some pretty foul language.
Chapter Ten:
Sesshoumaru’s fingers drummed bluntly against the smooth surface of his cherry wood desk. His golden eyed stare was narrowed on a flimsy piece of paper, held before him in his left hand. Slowly, he leaned back in his chair, his jaw hardening in disapproval as he read over Jaken’s initial report. It had been three days ago that he had given his secretary this small side assignment. The man was usually more punctual, more thorough with the directives Sesshoumaru gave him, but the toady was currently in the middle of working on a very important project for the company. Sesshoumaru had made it clear to Jaken that while he expected results; he was by no means to neglect his other duties. This was not a priority.
Which was why it had taken three days for the initial report to come back. There wasn’t much information here.
Higurashi, Kagome
Age: 18
Hieght: 5’ 6”
Currently enrolled in Tokyo Public School
Honors Student
Well-liked by Teachers and Peers
Formerly enrolled in Track & Field & Archery
Current extracurricular activities: None
….
The list was made up of small tidbits, nothing really of interest. That is, until he noticed the girl had moved. Two years ago she had lived at Higurashi Shrine, on the outskirts of the city. Her current address was listed at an apartment building in a rather shadier section of town. That was strange…very strange. Sesshoumaru wondered, idly, what had caused the sudden change in fortunes for the Higurashi clan.
It also stated that she worked at Big Al’s Diner…no other occupation listed. A smirk curled on his lips. Good, his little bitch was no longer taking off clothes for money. He was the only one who was allowed to see her naked, to feel her come apart around him as she cried out his name and begged for more. No, he would not share her with another. What startled him more, however, was the hours she worked at the Diner.
It seemed his little bitch was very busy indeed. Every waking hour that was not spent at school or with him, she was plugging away at that diner. Why? Clearly her family needed the money…but the hours she was working…one would think they could afford to live in a nicer section of town. Was it drugs maybe? She worked to feed her addiction. Sesshoumaru let out a soft, nearly imperceptible, growl at the thought of his bitch taking drugs. No, he would surely have noticed…
But then again, she was so skinny, so malnourished and starting to look run down. He tossed the paper onto the desk, leaning back in his chair as he contemplated the ceiling. It had been a while since he had tasted her blood, not since he had first taken her virginity, as a matter of fact. Then, her blood had tasted sweet and pure. Clean. If she was on drugs, he would have known instantly.
But that was a couple of months ago now.
Regardless, Sesshoumaru thought with a steely eyed glare, his bitch was putting in too many hours at this “Big Al’s Diner”. It was detracting from her schoolwork, her sleep, and her attention…to him. He’d be a liar if he said he was satisfied with their Friday nights together. No, Sesshoumaru wanted more. More time with his bitch, more time with her squealing beneath him, pleasure and pain bright in her eyes.
It was her job at the diner that was causing the majority of her problems. If she didn’t work so much her grades would be significantly better, she would be better rested and more likely to put on weight. As it was Sesshoumaru could clearly see her ribs and hip bones. She was not emaciated by any means, but she was far too slight for his tastes. The Dai Youkai had been around for quite some time now, and well did he remember the days when a plump woman was considered attractive. There was more soft skin, more to hold. He stifled a growl at the thought of Kagome gaining weight, and could only image how plush her soft breasts would be.
Hn. It seemed he had it bad for the little miko. He didn’t know if it was her scent, so clean and fresh and pure, or if it was her tight little body and expressive eyes. At first he had been drawn undeniably to her scent. For years it had taunted him, teased him, begging him to taste the girl who owned that sweet fragrance. It had been quite by accident that he had run into her at the club, and his conquest of her was not planned on his part. She had been human, and from a distance that was enough to keep him away from her. But when he had saw her? The beast inside of him that he had kept dormant for so long had reared its head and howled. He had to have her. He thought that after spending himself inside of her, after making her submit, the beast inside of him would be satiated. Would reside.
It had not. Not by a long shot.
He loved her reluctance, loved the way she fought against her true nature. His bitch was a submissive at heart, she wanted to be dominated. Spanking, teasing, being forced to suck his cock…it all made her undeniably wet for him.
He smirked, unable to help himself. He still owed his bitch another forty lashes with the paddle. Perhaps he would use a riding crop next time, watch her squeal and jerk against the restraints that held her down. His cocked throbbed at the mental image, and a low, rumbling, growl left his lips at the thought of her bright red ass and cries of pain…and pleasure.
He needed more time with his bitch. And the only way to accomplish that? A slow smirk spread across his face as he paged Jaken into his office. It looked like the little toady had one more errand to run today.
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Kagome sighed as she wrapped her apron around her hips, the strings wrapping twice around her hips before she tied it securely in a knot. She blew a tired breath, blowing her long bangs out of her eyes, as she slipped in the back door of Big Al’s Diner. A chorus of sound greeted her entry. The clank of pots and pans, the sizzle of something sautéing on hotside, and the good natured jeers and taunts of the kitchen staff. Hiro, the head chef, gave her a hearty shout and wave, his white chef’s jacket splattered with a mixture of gravies and sauces.
“Hey, the boss lady wants to see you!” He shouted, jerking his thumb over his shoulder toward the closed manager’s door.
Kagome shot a nervous look at the clock, her eyes narrowing in confusion. She wasn’t late…so what could Ms. Murra possibly want with her. A sickly feeling of dread pooled in her stomach, making her throat suddenly tight with nerves. She had a very, very bad feeling about this. Taking a deep breath, and telling her over active imagination that she was being ridiculous, Kagome squared her shoulders and marched toward Ms. Murra’s office. She knocked gently on the door, hearing the excited babble of voices.
“Come in!”
Kagome entered the small, cramped office that was more of a closet than anything else. She walked in to see Ms. Murra, a phone cradled against one shoulder, and a wide cat-ate-the-canary grin on her face. That grin flickered a bit upon seeing Kagome, waivered, before disappearing completely.
“Hold on dear, I’m going to have to call you back. She’s here.”
That could not be good. Kagome’s stomach lurched, confusion and the beginnings of panic began to war in her chest.
Ms. Murra placed the phone on the hook, her gaze falling to a worried Kagome.
“Take a seat dear, we’ve something to discuss.” She gestured toward a ratty old chair pushed into the far corner of the room. Gingerly Kagome eased herself upon the proffered seat, half expecting what she knew her boss was going to say.
Ms. Murra, for once, seemed to be at a loss for words. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. She finally sighed and shrugged her shoulders in a helpless gesture.
“I’m going to level with you here Kagome…I have to fire you.”
Kagome cursed softly under her breath, her hands knotting into fists as she bowed her head. She took a deep, calming breath, and then met Ms. Murra’s gaze levelly.
“But…why? I’m almost never late, I work hard, and the customers like me. Why would you possibly need to fire me? Was there a complaint? I…I just don’t understand.”
Guilt flashed in Ms. Murra’s eyes.
“Look, I told them no to begin with, Kagome. I told them where they could shove their stinkin’ money. Loyalty…it’s important to us here at Big Al’s. But… when they asked me how much it would take to can you…I laughed and said ten thousand dollars. Never, never, did I expect them to actually…” Here she floundered, her hands flopping on her lap like fish out of water.
“They are paying me ten thousand dollars to let you go, Kagome. We could really use the money!” She hurried to explain, her voice contrite.
“The ice machine has been broken for the past month, we’ve been borrowing the ice from the movie theater next door. The air conditioning needs to be updated, and we need a new roof…I couldn’t say no. I’m sorry. I hope you can understand.”
Kagome’s jaw dropped in shock. Ten thousand dollars? Who the hell would pay such an exorbitant amount of money to get her fired?
“I don’t understand…who…?”
Ms. Murra shrugged again, as seemingly bewildered as Kagome. “I don’t know, Kagome. He didn’t tell me. He just said that his employer would be really pleased…it was weird. He kept referring to his boss as his Lord.”
Every muscle in Kagome’s body went rigid, as shock set in. No…it couldn’t be. Could it? He wouldn’t…
A low, angry, growl left her lips as she surged to her feet.
He totally fucking would. And did.
Rage turned Kagome’s vision red. She stormed out of the office, the door slamming and shivering on its hinges as she burst through it. The curious and shocked stares of her co-workers, well…ex coworkers, did little to stop her rampage.
He had gone too far this time. Pure, unadultered anger rushed through her, nails digging bloody furrows into her palms as she slammed out the back door and stomped to her jeep. Old Faithful rocked with the force of her closing the door, her hands trembling with rage as she turned the key in the ignition. Righteous anger burned through her veins, making her heart beat triple time.
Never before had she been this angry, this enraged. He had no right. No right, goddammit! With a snarl on her lips and fire snapping in her eyes, Kagome floored her Jeep and headed toward the richer part of town.
He was dead meat.
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Kagome’s Jeep squealed to a stop in front of Sesshoumaru’s mini-mansion. The smell of burning rubber filled the air as she stormed up the walk toward his front door. With a snarl, she pounded on the door, her anger turning her face a hot pink.
Almost indolently Sesshoumaru opened that door, a silver eyebrow arched in curiosity at the sight of the enraged miko standing before him. She was dressed in her work uniform, an angry scowl on her face as her brown eyes snapped fire at him.
He smirked, he couldn’t help it. It seemed the little chit had gone to work and had an unexpected surprise. He opened his mouth to tell her the new expectations he had for her… but was never given the chance. Instead a sharp, surprisingly strong, slap was delivered to his cheek with enough force to snap his head to the left.
“How fucking dare you.” His bitch growled at him, her hands that were usually so small and delicate found his chest and pushed. Sesshoumaru, not expecting the attack nor the rage, stumbled backwards into his own home. Golden eyes widened in what could only be construed as shock as Kagome stormed into his home, kicking the door shut behind her.
“How fucking dare you!” She reiterated, her hands clenching into little fists at her sides as she slowly paced toward him, like a lioness seeking her prey.
“Is it your life goal, Sesshoumaru, to fuck with my life? What have I ever done to you to deserve this!? Nothing! I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked me to, every single perverted, demeaning thing that you have demanded of me. Week after week I have put up with you, taken whatever punishments you’ve felt I deserve. I’ve kept my head down and my mouth shut, hoping that you’d come around and be a decent human be-“ she cut herself off with a jagged, almost maniacal laugh.
“I forgot there for a second that you’re actually a demon in every sense of the word.” She sneered the word, her upper lip lifting in distaste.
“Girl, you will cease your-“
“No!” Kagome threw her hand up, her eyes narrowed in outrage. “No, you’ve had your say for the past two and a half months. It’s my turn now, asshole.”
She ignored the warning growl at the disrespectful tone.
“I bust my ass to make everyone happy. I go to school, I work hard and try to get all my assignments done. I go to work at the diner and bust my ass every night for the measly tips from a bunch of strangers, relying on their kindness in order to make ends meet. I go home and do my homework…and maybe if I’m lucky I get a few hours of sleep before doing it all again. My only day off is spent with you.” She growled lowly, a strange buzzing filling her ears as her rage poured hot and clear through her.
Sesshoumaru’s eyes widened marginally at the pure reiki that was pouring off of his bitch. Her holy energies, though lessened by the fact that he had taken her virginity, were none the less impressively strong. He grit his teeth after wave after wave of holy energy poured off the girl in front of him.
“Instead of spending time with my family, instead of catching up on my homework or even catching up on sleep, I come here so that you can beat me. Spank me. Belittle me. Punish me. And for what? So that you won’t go to my mother and friends with incriminating pictures of me. Pictures of me taking off my clothes for money, stripping, so that I could pay the bills. So that my little brother could get the medicine he needs to fight his cancer.”
Sesshoumaru sucked in a breath at her admission.
“And now, I go to work. A job that I never wanted in the first place, a job where I have to bust my ass 6 days out of the week to make even a fraction of what I used to make…to find that I no longer have a job because some rich, pompous, asshole decided I didn’t need one. So you know what, Sesshoumaru?” Kagome growled the words, slowly advancing on him.
“Fuck you. Fuck your blackmail. I don’t need to take your shit anymore. You want to hand those pictures out, ruin my life? Go right ahead. Anything would be better than spending one more miserable minute in your domineering, masochistic, company.”
“Kagome, I didn’t-“
He never got to finish the sentence. Kagome snarled. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare!” She swung the fist that had been knotted at her side, connecting squarely with that arrogant, regal, jaw of his.
“Goodbye Sesshoumaru. Go find someone else to screw over.”
And then she spat, actually spat, on the ground at his feet before turning on her heel and storming out of his house.
Sesshoumaru reached a hand up to rub at his aching jaw. The miko was by no means physically strong, but her punch had been strong only because of the amount of holy energy that came with it. He knew that the skin, where her hand had connected with his face, would be red and burnt.
He hadn’t realized. He…hadn’t known.
What…had he done?
AN:
Alright guys…I’m sorry it took me so long to update. I really struggled with this chapter for some reason. Had to listen to my muse (Disturbed) in order to write this. Kagome might be a little out of character in this one…only because she swears so much. But… heck, I feel like she reached a breaking point. Are you surprised? Let me know what you thought of this smutless chapter.
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