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Secret Possession	By : SakuraAngel1 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 44845 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 1-His
- 2-Hers
- 3-Theirs
- 4-Escape
- 5-Loss
- 6-Encounter
- 7-Blood
- 8-Regret
- 9-Plans
- 10-Emotion
- 11-Error
- 12-Pain
- 13-Death
- 14-The Meeting
- 15-The Taking
- 16-The Recovery
- 17-The Uninvited
- 18-The Terms
- 19-The Damned
- 20-The Dilemma
- 19
- 20
Chapter 20: The Dilemma
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Of all the people in this damned world…
To be right here…right now with her at this very instant.
Kagome supposed that it could be worse.
She could have far worse people visiting her at this very moment, like a certain Taiyoukai, in which she suppressed a disgusted shudder at the thought, but even now Kagome preferred the company of Naraku rather than the vindictive bitch that stood above her.
Sighing irritably and rolling her eyes in exasperation for the impending battle with the silver haired woman in front of her, Kagome pushed herself up from the plush futon.
She really didn’t want to deal with this woman today, especially after what her son did last night…
“Go away. I don’t feel like dealing with you right now,” Kagome mumbled groggily.
Akane was slightly taken aback, although she barely showed it with her impassive face. The only sign of her shock from the miko’s disrespectful tone of voice was the high rise of an elegantly arched eyebrow.
“Oh my dear Lady, believe me, the feeling is mutual,” Akane divulged with a sneer.
“Then by all means,” Kagome said dryly as she gestured towards the door.
Why couldn’t anyone in this castle just leave her alone? Did they honestly feel compelled to bother her constantly even when she had only just a little time to herself?
Akane shook her head as she kept her arms folded with a stern look in her gold eyes, but her face still remained just as stoic as her son’s.
“I am afraid that I cannot leave…not at least until I get what I want,” Akane stated.
Kagome blinked a couple of times in confusion at the stoic, silver haired demoness standing above her.
“What?” Kagome spluttered.
“You see, my Lady…your mate and I have made an agreement of some sort,” Akane smirked darkly.
Kagome swallowed nervously and flinched slightly at the mention of Sesshoumaru.
He was usually up to no good and judging from his own mother, Kagome could tell where he inherited his conniving trait from. She could only hope that neither of her twin sons would ever pick up on such an awful, loathsome trait.
Akane gracefully bent down to the miko’s eye level and stared the mother of her grandpups directly in her large, rounded eyes that held the deepest contempt within their steely blue depths.
Akane inwardly chuckled.
Still acting like an unwilling bitch…breaking her will be most enjoyable, Akane thought deviously.
Gingerly, she reached out to Kagome’s face and grabbed the young woman’s chin; holding it firmly in between her deadly, razor sharp claws as Kagome continued to glare back at her in disdain.
Irritably, Kagome tried to pull away from the inu demoness’ grasp.
“Let me go,” Kagome grounded out.
Akane gave a haughty, airy chuckle as she sensed the irritation and frustration in the miko’s aura. Silently, Akane was grateful that her son was well prepared and ensured that the young woman’s reiki was sealed away, as the dangerous glare that Kagome shot at her would’ve promised the former Lady of the West an excruciating purification.
“Starting from today, I shall train you to be a proper, refined Lady of the Western Lands. I will not have my Grandpups learn from your lowly and uncouth, human customs…something that my son and I both can agree upon,” Akane said as a cruel, white fanged smile broke out between her plump, red painted lips.
Kagome’s eyes widened bewilderedly as her body stiffened in annoyance and her jaw visibly clenched in fury.
Without warning, Kagome angrily tossed the lavish, silken covers off and away from her.
“What?!” Kagome snapped as she furiously rose to her feet to stare up into Akane’s elegant, long face.
Kagome wasn’t entirely sure what angered her more.
Perhaps it was the fact that this woman continued to insult her and look down upon humankind, or the fact that this loathsome woman was going to become her so called, teacher…or maybe it was just Akane’s conceited and annoying existence on this planet.
Either way, Kagome felt as though she was going to go berserk if she had to put up with anything else coming from Sesshoumaru…and that included his stupid, stuck-up, bitch of a mother.
Angrily and without a second thought, Kagome reached out and struck the vain demoness in the face with her hand.
At least…that’s what she intended to do, before something firm wrapped itself around her arms and held her back from attacking the vile woman.
Kagome stared at Akane in front of her and watched the cruel woman give a self-satisfied smirk as she eyed the miko sardonically with her long, slender arms crossed in the sleeves of her luxurious kimono.
Akane could care less as she watched the angry human with amusement. It was as entertaining as a crazed and vicious dog trying to get at her from behind its cage.
Insignificant and pathetic, but quite amusing nonetheless.
“That is quite a temper you have there, my Lady. Which proves my point…such uncivilized behavior is unsuitable for the Lady of the West. It looks as though this wild animal also needs lessons in controlling her tantrums,” Akane mocked.
Kagome made another move to get to Akane, she was so sick of this woman…her situation and this place. It infuriated her to no end and she felt as though she had reached a breaking point. There was no way she was going to take any more of this crap and all she wanted to do was purify this woman to dust.
But once again she was held back by something holding her firmly in place.
Actually, it was more like someone, rather than something that held her back.
They leaned over Kagome’s shoulder and began to whisper into her ear, in an effort to calm the incensed miko.
“My Lady, please don’t let the Mistress get to you. It is her way to get a rise out of you and you are stronger than that,” The voice said soothingly as Kagome felt a gentle pat on her back, before the person embraced her.
When the person pulled away, Kagome stared back at the concerned brown eyes of the one that hugged her and suddenly, she swallowed the urge to cry as she was reminded of her mother.
Atsuko gave her a warm and sympathetic look with a firm gaze that told her to not back down.
Behind her, Akane raised her chin and scoffed at the female hawk youkai servant while glaring down at shorter women from underneath her perfectly sculpted nose.
“Pity…it appears that loyalty has become a rare trait around here. Bear witness, my Lady…those of whom you trust are not all they appear to be,” Akane sneered nastily as she outwardly feigned indifference with her elegantly painted face.
Inwardly, Akane was disgusted and incensed that Atsuko had turned her back on her and pledged loyalty to a mere human. She knew that her son had ordered all the servants to respect and obey the new Lady of the West without question, but even amongst his most faithful servants, there was strong disapproval about having a human as one of the rulers of such a powerful and well respected youkai household.
However, Atsuko was not one of them…
Casually, Akane took a few graceful steps towards the pair of women and in an instant, the inu demoness’ lethally sharp claws were wrapped around the hawk youkai servant’s neck, before the former Lady effortlessly lifted her from the tatami mat covered floor.
Kagome’s large, blue eyes widened as she watched in silent horror as the tall, slender and elegant dog demoness held out the middle-aged looking servant by her throat.
Atsuko’s neck began to leak blood from the claws’ puncture marks as she squirmed and scratched at her neck in a futile attempt to be released.
“If I were you, I would be more cautious of my words, Atsuko,” Akane warned with a hiss as she watched Atsuko try in vain to escape the firm hold on her fragile throat.
Without hesitation, Kagome rushed forward and wrapped her small hands around Akane’s magenta striped wrist in a feeble attempt to free Atsuko. Kagome’s short, fragile human nails were nothing in comparison to Akane’s hardened, razor sharp claws.
“Let her go!” Kagome shouted frantically as she dug her blunt nails into Akane’s pale flesh, before she discovered that it had no effect at all.
“My Lady…” Atsuko wheezed weakly as tears formed in her eyes from Kagome’s selfless, yet reckless attempt to save her.
Akane chuckled darkly, before she shoved the young miko back onto the soft futon upon the tatami mat floor. Stunned, but uninjured, Kagome lifted her face to peer at the stoic, yet vicious demoness as she rose to her hands and knees on the plush bed.
“Training requires with me requires your complete, undivided attention and cooperation, my Lady. The slightest bit of resistance will not be tolerated by me and believe me, I have ways to get you to comply,” Akane smirked deviously as she dug her sharp claws into Atsuko’s flesh suggestively.
Kagome’s mouth fell agape.
Never in her life had Kagome encountered such evil and conniving beings that would do almost anything to get her to bend to their will, but such people existed and they were named Akane and Sesshoumaru.
But what could she expect now?
The apple literally didn’t fall far from this particular tree of evil, especially with this mother and son duo.
Something deep down inside of Kagome had the urge to put the woman in her place for her lack of disrespect, but she shook off the foreign feeling; silently wondering where that thought had emerged from, before focusing back on the situation at hand.
A life was currently in danger and she didn’t have her usual powers to help out.
Kagome had to play this situation out carefully.
“Put her down and I’ll do your training, alright?” Kagome said anxiously as she slowly rose to her feet again.
Akane raised an elegant eyebrow and shook her head; the twin silken silver ponytails behind her head swayed gracefully with ever motion she made.
Did this human think of her as some sort of foolish buffoon?
Pacifying her with mere words were probably enough to satisfy her son, but Akane was wise enough to know better.
“I am not the one to be mistaken as a fool, my Lady. Do you honestly believe that those empty words hold such verity?” Akane sneered as she observed Kagome visibly flinch with her amber colored eyes.
“…Then what do you want from me?” Kagome dared to ask as she tried to keep her voice steady from shaking and then swallowed nervously; doing her best to mask her anxiety.
The young miko showed no other outward display of fear, despite what her bitter scent revealed to the youkai near her and Akane glared in annoyance through narrowed eyes as the human mother of her grandpups raised her chin up at her in defiance.
Oh, how she desired to rip that pretty little head from the miko bitch’s small, delicate neck with her bare claws and feast on her warm, bloody entrails.
Such disrespect from a human usually warranted some form of a punishment, but alas, the priestess was protected by and mated to her son, which gave the undeserving wench full rights as the Lady of the Western Lands.
It was of no matter, however.
Akane inwardly smirk as mischievous thoughts crossed her mind.
You will learn to respect me, human. I will make certain of that, Akane thought darkly.
“What do I want from you?” Akane repeated disdainfully as Atsuko unsuccessfully tried to pry the former Lady’s hands away from her throat, while she struggled to breathe.
“Your undivided attention and obedience is all I require, My Lady. If not, then I’m afraid that the little kitsune of yours won’t last as long in my claws as our dear friend here,” Akane smiled ominously.
Akane slowly tightened her grip on the older servant and upon hearing the blood squelching from the sides of Atsuko’s neck, Kagome’s mask of a brave face quickly broke; revealing a horrified expression.
Her throat was slowly being crushed under the sheer pressure of the powerful demoness, but the only thought Atsuko was concerned with was how to protect Kagome.
Atsuko knew that her new Lady was kindhearted and innocent, but had suffered from too much already; the last thing the young woman needed was dealing with Akane’s cruelty.
“Stay close to her today,” Sesshoumaru’s concerned baritone voice echoed in Atsuko’s mind, as she replayed this morning’s conversation with the Taiyoukai.
Sesshoumaru’s iron-grip control seemed to be back to normal today, as he resumed his usual cold, impassive appearance and his focus on the Western Land’s affairs was impeccable, as if he had never left and lost a bit of control.
However, as Atsuko was very close to her Lord, since she helped care for him since he was a newborn pup, the hawk youkai sensed that Sesshoumaru was not only still tense, but anxious and extra silent this morning.
It wasn’t exactly a secret that their Lord had been slightly intimate with his mate last night, which calmed his inner youkai and erased the noticeable tension that was building inside of him, but the tension and anxiety from this morning was resulting from something else.
Rather someone else.
Atsuko gasped sharply as Akane’s claws dug in further into the flesh of her neck and finally touched the bone inside; snapping the hawk youkai back into reality.
Both Atsuko and Sesshoumaru knew that deep down inside, Akane was a viable threat.
She may not do anything to Kagome immediately, but given an opportunity the female inu youkai would get rid of her in an instant.
It would be easy to send the former Lady away their ancestral castle, however, there was a slight problem…
Akane was withholding some important information that Sesshoumaru needed and playing along with the stubborn, conniving demoness seemed to be a wise option, until he got what he required.
Somehow, Atsuko needed to get Kagome to comply with her new mother-in-law until then.
Silently pleading with tear clouded eyes, Atsuko stared imploringly at Kagome; hoping the young Lady would understand the hint as brown eyes quickly clashed with the pair of blue ones.
Kagome’s eyebrows furrowed together in slight confusion as she glanced over at a struggling and choking Atsuko, still being held in the air painfully by her neck, before she chewed the bottom of her lip in thought; hastily understanding what the hawk youkai wanted her to do.
Whenever she and Sango got into trouble, they would communicate a plan with each other silently through small gestures; which was what Atsuko looked to be doing.
Internally, a twinge of pain could be felt in her heart at the thought of her deceased friend.
Sango… Kagome thought remorsefully as tears threatened to form in her eyes. But there was no time for such sad thoughts, she had to try to save an innocent life.
Kagome raised her small hands up in defense as she took a nervous step back; doing her best impression of giving up.
“A-alright, I-I promise… I’ll listen to you; no argument. Just let go of her, please. ” Kagome said in a softer tone; almost pleadingly.
Akane merely tilted her head to the side, causing her silken silver hair to flow beautifully over her slender shoulder as she observed Kagome and quietly sniffed the miko’s scent; trying to detect any sign of deceit in the small human.
Haughtily, the female inu youkai gave a small “hmph” as she could only sense nervousness from her son’s human mate and simply raised her elegantly pointed chin up at Kagome in superiority.
“Good,” Akane stated.
The tall, svelte, silver haired female continued her deadly grasp on the still struggling hawk youkai’s throat as she still effortlessly held her up in the air and gracefully turned on her heel, before she strode towards the sleeping room’s door; the train of her stunning, colorful kimono trailing quietly behind her as she moved along the tatami mat floor.
Kagome started after her, fully intent on rescuing Atsuko from the vile demoness’ clutch, but the young miko hesitated when she saw the back of Akane’s form pause at the silk, golden screened doors.
“Your training will begin after you are dressed properly,” Akane stated sharply; not bothering to glance back at the uneasy miko behind her or at the older female servant who had blood that slowly gurgled from her mouth.
Without warning, Akane tossed Atsuko’s limp body behind her; unexpectedly landing right at a startled Kagome’s bare feet with a hard ‘thud’.
Mortified, Kagome stared down at the unmoving form of her head servant as her eyes started to water as she weakly sank to her knees; slowly reaching out to touch the older woman’s back with shaky hands.
Kagome opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her as a single sound refused to arise from her. Shakily, the young miko pulled back one of her hands and began to clutch her chest as the familiar and painful sensation of dread and loss began to fill her.
No... But, I… I said that I would…Kagome thought tearfully, before she hesitantly and warily looked up at Akane’s turned back.
Kagome could hardly hide her surprise when her steely blue eyes connected with Akane’s molten golden ones, as the vicious woman stared indifferently over her small shoulder at the smaller human behind her; a small, dark and arrogant smile gracing her red painted lips upon seeing Kagome’s pained expression.
Casually, Akane turned her attention back to the door.
“Make sure that the Lady bathes well…I do not wish to smell my son’s scent upon her as I train her. It offends me,” Akane stated tersely, before the doors of the sleeping room were pulled open by bowing servants that knelt on the other side.
Kagome sat in stunned, horrified silence as she watched the doors slide close behind the former Lady. Slowly, she looked down at the hand that had touched Atsuko’s back.
Large tears finally fell from her watery eyes as she saw and felt warm, bright red blood upon her slender fingers.
Kagome’s body began to shake from fear and before she knew it, she started to sob in the silence of the large room.
“M-my…L-lady…”
Kagome slowed her crying as she her a quiet voice calling her and glanced around the room to see who it was, but saw no one.
Cautiously, Kagome peered down at the motionless body and once again, began to reach out towards the servant’s back.
Kagome nearly jumped in surprise as she saw slight movement coming from it and heard a sharp gasp of air.
Weakly, Atsuko tried to push herself up from the floor as she started to cough; spewing up bits of blood as she did.
“…Atsuko?” Kagome voiced quietly as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around the older woman’s form; attempting to help her sit up.
When Atsuko was finally in a better sitting position, the middle aged hawk youkai coughed in a small fit again, but with a less amount of blood expelling from her and upon glancing over at the worried miko, Atsuko raised her hand and silently gestured for the young woman to release her.
Desperately wheezing for air, Atsuko finally mustered the strength and oxygen to speak.
“P-please…don’t w-worry… a-about this...old w-woman… my L-lady,” Atsuko wheezed weakly.
Kagome shook her head as more tears threatened to fall; refusing to leave someone she cared about wounded alone to suffer.
Kagome felt so powerless and useless…if only she could use her powers.
The young miko felt like a huge waste of space.
She couldn’t get herself out of this Hell hole of a place, Sango lost her life trying to save her and now she was getting constantly pushed around and bothered by two evil inu youkai with separate horrible agendas for her.
Pitifully, Kagome looked over at the wounded servant and was taken aback when the older woman unsteadily rose to her feet. The young miko instantly leapt to her feet, fully intent on helping Atsuko to balance herself, but the hawk youkai simply shook her head and gently brushed off the young human woman.
“I’m fine, my Lady. I am already healing. However, your kindness and genuine selflessness never ceases to amaze me,” Atsuko smiled weakly, her breathing slowly returned to normal as her wounds started to seal close.
Despite the dried, darkened droplets of blood upon her kimono uniform, Atsuko simply brushed herself of and strengthened the cloth that she donned as if the incident were just a minor hindrance to her usual maid duties.
“B-but…” Kagome trailed.
She wasn’t sure if the older woman was truly alright and wanted to ask. However, Atsuko seemed totally unfazed by the whole incident.
Almost as if she was used to this sort of abuse…
Before Kagome could pry any further, Atsuko offered the young miko a low, reverent bow and gestured towards the sleeping room’s decorative, golden silk screened doors.
“Let us make haste, my Lady. Your bath water is already drawn and Lady Akane is not a very patient woman,” Atsuko said quietly with another respectful bow.
Numb and confused, Kagome stared at the hawk youkai for a moment, burning questions ready to spill from her lips, but upon seeing Atsuko’s strained smile at Kagome’s hesitancy, the young miko nodded torpidly and slowly headed towards the exit.
Silently, Kagome couldn’t help but to wonder who else was suffering in this Hell along with her, as it appeared that there was more going on than it seemed upon the surface.
Before Kagome could even have the chance to reach out and touch the large pair of golden silk sliding doors, they slid back on their own; revealing to the young miko a lavishly decorated sitting room at the end of the small steps of the platform from which she was standing upon.
Although she was slightly caught off guard by the kneeling female servants that held back the expensive looking silk doors, Kagome was more taken aback by the sheer beauty and opulence that the red, cream and gold adorned sitting room displayed.
She merely had a moment to take in all of the room’s splendor, before Atsuko cleared her throat to catch Kagome’s attention; a gentle reminder that the young Lady had important matters to attend to and an impatient former Lady to deal with.
Gracefully, the young miko made her way down the three, wide wooden stairs in nothing but her small bare feet and proceeded to follow Atsuko to the bathing room off to their right, after the older woman descended the steps.
Across from the sitting room, opposite of the sleeping room which sat upon the large platform, was another familiar pair of large silk doors; doors that Kagome recognized as the ones that a certain hated Taiyoukai carried her through when she wouldn’t comply and leave their first bedroom.
Besides that, Kagome never really had the chance to explore outside of the sleeping room. Mainly because she tried to maintain her distance from everyone else, besides Atsuko, her daughter and her own twin sons.
As Atsuko led the young miko down the large hallway to the right of the sitting room, Kagome glanced around her in silent awe at the lavishly decorated furnishings around her; all which were expensive and exotic looking.
There were another set of large golden silk doors, much similar to the sleeping room’s doors to their right as they proceeded down the long hallway and it made Kagome slightly curious as to what was behind it, but the young miko decided to save the question for a later time as she saw Atsuko stop ahead of her; standing in front of two low bowing servants that held wooden buckets of bathing supplies and cloths on either side of a pair of large regular shoji doors on the left side of the hall.
“My Lady…would you like some assistance while bathing?” The older female youkai inquired reverently.
Kagome shook her head and offered a small smile to Atsuko; still slightly worried about the older woman’s injuries.
“No thanks, I can handle it myself. I’ll be out shortly,” Kagome said as she took the two buckets of bathing supplies from the pair of low bowing servants standing beside the shoji doors.
Atsuko offered another respectful bow to Kagome and gestured for the female servants to open the doors.
The similarly dressed females immediately dropped to their knees on each side of the doors and kept their head as well as their eyes respectfully lowered as they pulled back the shoji screens to the massive bathing room; some of the warm, white steam rolled out into the hall as the doors parted.
As some of the steamed cleared from the doorway, Kagome cautiously stepped through to the other side and paused as she took in the sight before her.
It was truly stunning.
The bathing room was more massive than the last one she bathed in, as this one appeared to hold several fully transformed inu youkai, rather than just one, like the other one seemed to be accommodated for.
But it wasn’t the size that took her breath away, it was the magnificence of the hot spring itself and the lush scenery around it.
It looked as though she had stumbled across a natural hot spring inside of some secret magical forest. It was nearly impossible to tell that she was inside of a castle, as the walls around her were covered in moss and vines with bright, colorful flowers. The floors were even covered with soft, lush grass and even large willow trees were scattered about the massive bathing room as the hot spring had a nice sized stone waterfall.
But what truly made the hot spring beautiful was the natural sunlight shining upon it from the roof above; giving the hot spring an ethereal glow as the light reflected off of the water’s rippling surface.
It had been a while since Kagome had a real actual bath.
Sure, she bathed from her bedroom as the servants would bring her a wooden basin of hot water, oils and cloth to wash up with, so that she could stay in her bedroom, but nothing could beat an actual bath.
Unfortunately, Kagome knew that she was short on time, thanks to Akane and her training, but it was still nice to know for future reference that a hot spring for bathing was close by.
It wasn’t long before the young miko disrobed from the white, silk yukata and left it upon the soft grass, before she stepped into the hot, steamy waters of the large spring; sighing in relief as she submerged herself up to her shoulders in a deeper part of the water.
Oh, how she longed to stay in these waters forever, just to forget about everything…however, Atsuko was right.
Kagome knew her personal time was limited today and if anything, she wanted to get her lessons with the vicious former Lady over with as soon as possible.
Frustrated, Kagome sighed heavily and started to head back to the grassy shore to grab a few fragrant oils and a washing cloth, before she proceeded to wash her body and voluminous, wavy raven colored hair.
It felt so good to her…
To be away from everyone…away from everything, even though the escape was for a brief time.
For a moment, Kagome contemplated about escaping from the castle, but shook her head out of frustration as she thought about the current complications.
She couldn’t escape this castle by herself, first of all.
Kagome had no idea where she was or where the weak points of the castle were. Undoubtedly, Sesshoumaru increased his security because of her and Sango’s failed attempt to escape.
Kagome clutched her heart as a twinge of pain and guilt came from her chest at the thought of her deceased best friend.
Oh Sango… Kagome thought mournfully as her eyes welled up with unshed tears that threatened to fall.
Kagome wished she could erase all of these horrible events and get her best friend back, but for some reason, fate was being unreasonably cruel to her…rather, it was a loathsome Taiyoukai that was being cruel.
He took away her normal life, her first true love and killed her friend; effectively trapping her into a life with him instead.
Angrily, Kagome balled her fists and clenched her jaw tightly as she stopped her ministrations.
Sesshoumaru…
If she would get the opportunity, she would get rid of that stoic, arrogant bastard.
He may have the upper hand now, but one day…just one day, an opportunity may come along to turn the tables on him.
“My Lady…” A voice called.
Kagome blinked out of her thoughts and glanced over her shoulder as she spotted a concerned Atsuko standing on the grassy shore with a drying cloth held open for her.
The young miko nodded numbly, before she dipped into the water to rinse off.
Atsuko offered the new Lady an apologetic bow as the younger woman emerged from the water and made her way back to the soft grass.
With haste, Atsuko wrapped the young, petite woman up the drying cloth and proceeded to help dry her off; taking another drying cloth and wrapping up the young miko’s long, wavy locks of hair.
Once the older servant was finished with that task, she presented another clean yukata to her current Lady and once Kagome dressed, she lead her out of the massive bathing room.
Before long, the pair of women made their way back up the stairs that led to the massive sleeping room and Kagome was greeted with the sight of several other female servants, who were fully prepared to dress her and fix her hair.
Kagome mentally sighed.
She was not an invalid…she was fully capable of dressing herself and doing her own hair, but for time’s sake, the young miko decided to let it slide this time.
Carefully, but as fast as possible, the female youkai servants had Kagome fully dressed and prepared for her lessons with Akane.
When they were all finished, Atsuko held up a mirror for Kagome to inspect their work for herself.
Kagome’s large, steely blue eyes widened and her red painted lips parted slightly as she stared back at her reflection; turning at different angles as she examined herself and the large formal kimono she wore.
Silently, the female servants lowered their heads and did their best to conceal the small, satisfied smiles that wore upon their faces; pleased that their Lady was impressed with the work they have done in such a short span of time.
“You look as majestic as a princess,” Atsuko complemented with a warm, gentle smile; adoration shining in her brown eyes.
“Thank you,” Kagome replied softly with a hint of awe in her voice as she examined herself at another angle in the mirror that Atsuko held.
Quietly, the doors to the sleeping room slid open and revealed another low bowing female servant holding out a pair of wooden geta sandals; silently signaling that it was time for Atsuko and Kagome to leave the room.
Quickly, one of the servants inside of the sleeping room grabbed the pair of geta from the female youkai standing in the doorway and with very little effort, helped placed the platform sandals upon her new Lady’s small pair of white tabi sock covered feet.
Gently, Atsuko wrapped calloused and slightly wrinkled hand around Kagome’s soft and delicate one, before she led the young miko out of the room and assisted her down the stairs of the platform.
As they descended the last step of the platform and stepped into the spacious, luxurious room of the sitting room, Atsuko continued to hold Kagome’s hand and lead the young woman to the left hall of the room this time.
Kagome silently noted that the left hall was much shorter than the right one, but was still as impressively large as the other one, and had only one pair of large silk covered doors at the very end of the short hall with another pair of youkai servants already kneeling outside of the doors; prepared to slide them open.
As the pair youkai servants bowed their heads respectfully and pulled back the beautifully painted silk doors, Kagome quietly drew in her breath, before stepping inside; mentally preparing herself to deal with the malicious, conniving former Lady.
Upon entering into the room, Kagome suddenly found herself breathless; as though the air had been knocked out of her lungs.
The room was magnificently decorated with lavish, rich colored furnishings and bright, freshly cut flowers that the sheer splendor of the room made Kagome feel very out of place.
Yet, it was not the sight of the room that took Kagome’s breath away.
It was the familiar object that the tall, female inu youkai held in her clawed hands which made Kagome gasp sharply.
Across the room, separated by a low, mahogany colored and ornately crafted table, stood the elegantly dressed former Lady. The spiteful woman stood in front of an open wall that had a wooden porch and endless scenery of a vibrant, lush garden.
Kagome watched in silent horror as Akane uninterestedly inspected the familiar, long weapon of one of her travelling companions.
Miroku…Kagome flinched visibly with wide eyes; fearing the worst.
Akane chuckled darkly; not bothering to glance over at the mortified miko.
“How interesting… aside from my dear son’s beloved human ward, it appears that you are not the only human residing here in this castle.”
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“P-please…I-I know n-nothing else!” A male’s frantically cried, as he struggled to breathe.
Sesshoumaru stared uninterestedly at the low leveled youkai as Makoto held the struggling male out to his Lord; painfully grasping the servant by the neck from behind.
Aside from being completely naked, the servant was covered with blood that leaked and pooled upon the stone covered floor and was no longer covered with his skin; every inch of his underlying muscles grotesquely exposed to the warm, stagnant summer air of the Western castle’s dungeon.
The man stared fearfully at Sesshoumaru with wide eyes as he watched the Taiyoukai ready his sharp, poisonous claws for another attack.
The male servant was not from the Western Lands, but a spy from the Eastern territory and the insolent, little nuisance held vital information about the Eastern Lord.
But it appeared that stripping the annoying creature of its skin and making him bleed out wasn’t enough.
Makoto leaned forward and whispered into the whimpering intruder’s ear.
“Is it really wise to disrespect the most feared Lord out of the Four Lands?” He asked.
The man shook his head desperately as tears streamed from his eyes; the saltiness of his tears adding more to the burning sensation of the poison upon exposed muscle tissue.
“I-I know n-nothing else! P-please…just kill me! I b-beg of you!” The servant sniveled weakly.
Sesshoumaru really hated wasting his time on such worthless, insignificant beings.
Casually, the tall and stoic, white haired Taiyoukai proceeded to wipe his bloodied, sharp clawed hands upon a clean, white cloth and watched impassively as the fabric was instantly dyed a deep, blood red.
Taking it as a sign that his Lord was finished with the torture, Makoto lightly cleared his throat.
“What would you have me do with him, my Lord?” Makoto asked as he watched the back of Sesshoumaru’s form gracefully stroll over to the dungeon cell’s door; his long silver-white hair swaying back and forth gently as he moved.
Sesshoumaru didn’t bother to turn around to address the dark haired kitsune.
“Take him to the stables. Feed him to Ah-Un.” He ordered coldly, before he opened the dungeon’s door and exited.
More time wasted on useless vermin, meant less time spent on his family.
Well, at the very least…Ah-Un would stay properly fed.
As he left the dungeons completely, Sesshoumaru proceeded to head back to the main bedchambers; fully intending on spending more time with his family.
Besides dealing with the annoying spy all morning, Sesshoumaru was silently pleased.
He had managed to regain control of his inner demon and gained a bit of dominance over his mate.
Although Kagome still resisted him and there was reluctance in obeying his orders, when he allowed his demonic side to take control last night, Kagome saw why everyone around the Taiyoukai obeyed him without question.
Not only did Sesshoumaru looked intimidating; he exuded dominance in his aura whilst being near his true form.
In his humanoid form, Sesshoumaru could portray dominance to humans, but to use his aura force dominance would be difficult, as only youkai and those who can sense youki would be affected by it. As Kagome’s powers were sealed away and made it harder for her to detect auras, he knew there was one other way to assert his dominance over her and it would be the same way as most youkai did; by tapping into their feral side.
Sesshoumaru didn’t want to unleash that side of him last night, as it was unpredictable and harder to control when it was near Kagome and possible harm could come to her, but now he was silently grateful for that decision.
It was small victory for him, but a victory, nonetheless.
As he gracefully strolled along the ornately decorated corridors of his ancestral castle adorned with rich, vibrant colors of reds and shimmering gold, Sesshoumaru began to pause as his senses detected something unusual.
It was strange.
There was a faint sensation that had called attention to all of his senses, but just as quickly as it came, it disappeared.
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes in thought as he tried to concentrate on the feeling.
It was not his mate, nor their pups and it wasn’t anyone in the castle. Usually a sensation like that occurred when someone was desperately call attention to themselves as if they were in a dire situation; like an alarm.
Yet, it was faint…nearly undetectable and ultimately, it was gone.
At least, that was what Sesshoumaru had thought.
Just as he dismissed the small interruption and had started to head towards the master bedchambers, it happened again.
This time, Sesshoumaru stopped and slightly tilted his head in suspicion; more aware this time.
Whatever it was, it was most certainly here in this castle.
Although the sensation was faint, it was strong enough to cause Sesshoumaru’s entire body to pulse in response.
Sesshoumaru gave a small growl as he realized that it was coming from the opposite direction he was heading towards.
Swiftly, he changed direction; determined to find the source, but uncertain of its location.
Sesshoumaru was annoyed, but curious. He merely wished to spend a bit of his free time with his mate and pups this afternoon to help strengthen their bond, but whatever this was, it had seemingly peeked his curiosity.
Cautiously, Sesshoumaru began to head towards the direction he last felt it.
It took a few moments and when he felt it again, Sesshoumaru had already made it halfway across the castle in its western wing. His body pulsed again in response and when it did, Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and tried to focus on its location.
It was here; in his private study.
Sesshoumaru growled low and angrily.
No one was allowed in his private study without his permission and even if someone did try to go in there, there was a strong, ancient barrier protecting the study as it held valuable and crucial artifacts that had been passed down for many generations of the Masaharu clan.
The muscle in Sesshoumaru’s jaw visibly tightened; it was more than likely a traitor.
The fact that someone even had the audacity to attempt such a foolish action in his home made Sesshoumaru’s claws itch to draw blood and make an example of the worthless, pathetic filth that tested him.
Fully prepared to attack the intruder, Sesshoumaru entered into his study.
As he stepped into the quiet room, his golden colored eyes darted about the room as he sniffed the air carefully, but alas he found no one and not a single thing out of place.
Suspiciously, Sesshoumaru walked slowly around the private study and inspected everything that he passed; scrutinizing the many shelves of ancient paper scrolls and relics to find if anything was amiss.
Just as he nearly finished his careful inspection; it happened again.
But this time Sesshoumaru was so close to it, he quickly pivoted to its direction.
Inquisitively, Sesshoumaru raised a single eyebrow as he slowly took a step forward.
The Tetsusaiga… He surmised.
But what was happening to it and why was he reacting to it?
Warily, Sesshoumaru approached the sheathed sword that was displayed proudly on a single shelf above his seat at his low desk.
It was almost as though his father’s sword was calling…
But it wasn’t calling for him; Sesshoumaru could simply feel it.
Deviously, the Taiyoukai gave a small, smug smirk.
Oh no, the sword did not call out to him…
Even though Sesshoumaru now owned the Tetsusaiga, it appeared to have longed for another.
And if Sesshoumaru suspected what he thought was happening, then it would work to his advantage.
Yes, call out to your previous master. Bring him to me…lead him straight to his demise. Sesshoumaru smirked.
~*~*~
Morning could not have come fast enough to her.
It seemed as though the days ran together, the hours were countless, but the torture…
…The torture was endless and unrelenting.
Morning gave her a much needed reprieve from the nights before, but along with it came the sense of dread that she faced whenever the hours to dusk approached.
Yet, just for a little while, the early morning usually promised her rest and a bit of time to herself.
However, sometimes she found herself filled with anticipation…
Quietly, the door to the small room slid close with a small ‘snap’.
“Not here, yet?” Saki whispered expectantly as she silently approached the resting human.
Sango didn’t bother to pull back her cover to take a peek at the young woman and simply shook her head from her makeshift futon upon the dusty old, wooden floor.
She had silently hoped that he would come, but alas the mysterious kitsune male hadn’t return since a few days ago with news about her friends.
As she heard the news about how her friends were enduring their struggles, Sango began to develop hope again, despite her current circumstances.
If her friends could endure their own pain and strife, then surely she could try to pull through, right?
Because of that, Sango slowly realized that she was becoming reliant upon the fox demon. Though the reason seemed small, it was giving the young female taijiya a reason to not give up.
“He will be back, don’t worry,” Saki reassured as she knelt down beside Sango and rubbed her back soothingly atop of the makeshift futon’s cover.
It was days like these that started to worry the young, deer youkai.
Makoto had been gone for a few days and Saki could see that the taijiya was becoming more withdrawn than usual without hearing news about what her companions were up to.
It was because of Makoto, that Sango had begun to open up a bit more to her; explaining how her and her friends wound up in the current situation that they were in and the lives they had before the Western Lord had interfered.
The story was a very familiar one…especially since it was associated with the Masaharu inu youkai clan.
For thousands of years, inu youkai in the Masaharu clan were notorious for destruction; whether it was starting wars, killing innocent lives or emotionally ruining the lives of those close to them.
Many youkai believed that the clan was cursed to lead a life of destruction and a lust for power as most of the inu youkai among them either grew too evil and crazed with power, which led them to an early grave.
Some even believed that the clan was cursed when it came to mating and falling in love.
Even the decent, more honorable inu youkai amongst them were doomed when it came to having lovers. There were tales of huge power struggles over the selection of a mate, as they usually sought to couple with the strongest potential mate around and because of that, it eventually led to huge bloodshed, even amongst family members.
However, there were times when the choice of a mate went unquestioned by the Masaharu clan members, but would end up ill-fated anyway; as it did with the late, Lord InuTaisho and his human mate, Lady Izayoi.
Most believed the rumored curse was the reason for the clan being near extinction. Hell, some had even hoped for it to wipe them all out in retribution for the suffering that their clan had caused.
But it appeared as though the clan’s young leader, the current Lord of the Western Lands, had secured the continuation of his bloodline…even strengthening it by mating with a priestess, from what Sango explained.
Yet, this was no ordinary priestess…
This was the current protector of the Shikon Jewel.
Saki slowly rose to her feet and began to walk away from Sango’s futon; heading towards her own, before she knelt down by her covers upon the floor.
The deer youkai begun to search through her own makeshift futon and before long, she found a small flat box and headed back over to the resting taijiya on the floor.
“Here, let me see,” Saki said gently as she knelt down and carefully tapped Sango on her shoulder.
Sango merely nodded, before she pulled back her covers and began to sit up to face Saki; groaning in pain as she did.
Saki allowed a frown to grace her soft, warm features as she examined Sango and quietly opened the flat box she held that was full of medical supplies.
Once again, the taijiya’s body was covered in various cuts, bruises and bite marks that progressively got worse the lower the injuries went. It was painful just to even look at them, even for Saki, despite being a youkai herself. The patrons treated Sango so cruelly, simply because she was a taijiya and they paid exorbitant amounts of money just to bed her.
Usually, the more money a patron paid towards a brothel girl, the better he often treated her; but this was not the case. It seemed the more money the patrons paid for Sango, only bought them more time for them to abuse her longer.
Commonly, after a new girl in the brothel had her first few customers, the number of clients would dwindle down, but for Sango, the numbers only seemed to increase unreasonably by the night as there were too many of them to accept before dawn. It had even got to the point where some patrons had become impatient on waiting for their turn, that they would get together with other similarly waiting patrons and put their money together to share her for a session or two.
Saki sighed; her heart feeling heavy for the taijiya.
By now, for a new girl, the brothel life would be easier to deal with, but it only became increasing difficult for the human. Saki knew that Sango had felt helpless, because Saki herself felt helpless too.
She didn’t know how to help Sango, now that Makoto wasn’t here to talk to her, other than tending to her wounds, feeding, bathing and clothing her. Sometimes, Saki would tell her cherished memories of her childhood to comfort Sango, but some of the stories seemed to only make the taijiya even more depressed as it may have reminded the human of her old family or friends.
Saki was merely a low level demon, with no special abilities, other than sexual ones she had to learn while working for Katsutoshi and even then, Saki wasn’t even considered good at her job. Just another lowly female youkai, forced to work in a brothel, by a powerful youkai who wiped out her family.
“I’m sorry,” Saki apologized softly as she applied healing salve upon Sango’s fragile, battered human flesh.
At the very least, the salve worked wonders at it came from a local priestess that could use instant healing abilities. As soon as the salve touched Sango’s skin, the bruise or the cut that it cover would immediately begin the healing process and within a few hours, the taijiya would be as good as new again.
Physically, Sango would heal perfectly fine…but mentally, Saki knew this life was destroying her.
The deer youkai could only hope for Makoto’s safe return, as the news he brought seemed to be the only thing that the taijiya could cling on to.
“Be sure to not put too much salve on her. It’s expensive and she hasn’t bathed yet,” A voice said from the doorway.
Standing there with her arms crossed and a smug look on her pretty face was the neko youkai, Fumiko.
Saki swallowed nervously, before she put down the salve and bowed fearfully at the sneering demoness. Sango merely lowered her head, shielding her sorrow-filled eyes away from the head brothel whore that constantly mocked her.
“Okay,” Saki replied in a small, submissive voice as she offered the neko demoness another bow.
“Our Master wants the human to take her bath early, so that she can start taking customers just before dusk,” Fumiko informed.
Sango raised her head slightly, but just enough to reveal the disbelief upon her face. As if working from dusk to dawn wasn’t enough for them…
Saki, who was equally mortified, glanced over at Sango before she uneasily addressed the neko youkai by the door.
“But Miss Fumiko…isn’t that against Western law? What if someone finds out and-”
“Silence! No one will find out, if you keep that stupid little mouth of yours closed. Now hurry up and go, so you can take that filthy whore to get bathed for later,” Fumiko snapped viciously.
“Yes, at once, Miss Fumiko,” Saki obeyed quickly with another bow.
Without hesitation, Saki took Sango by the hand and helped pull the human up to her feet, before she quickly grabbed their bathing supplies in a nearby basket and headed out the room; leading Sango gently by the hand.
However, just as they were leaving out of the room and walked past Fumiko with their heads lowered, the demoness began to gag.
Closing her eyes, knowing that they were going to face more insults from the cat demon, Saki paused before she turned back to face Fumiko; Sango staying silently behind the deer demoness as she continued to hold her hand.
“Miss Fumiko…?” Saki dared to inquire.
Saki tilted her head curiously as she noticed how Fumiko was bent at the waist with one clawed hand clutching the doorframe for support and the other was over her mouth; slightly covered by the long sleeve of her expensive, new, brightly decorated kimono.
The neko demon didn’t reply, instead she still continued to gag from her position by their door.
It took a moment for Fumiko to regain her composure, but as she did, her menacing glare was directed straight at Sango.
“That human reeks!” Fumiko shouted furiously as she straightened herself.
Saki bowed apologetically to the cat demoness.
“Forgive me, I’ll take her to the bath house, straightaway…” Saki apologized meekly, before she turned back around; determined to get Sango away from the insulting woman as far and as soon as possible.
The roommates simply took a few steps before their path was interrupted by none other than, Fumiko, who zipped past them in a blur before reappearing before them; blocking their exit in the hallway.
Her face was serious and was filled with disgust as she continued to glare at Sango from over Saki’s short frame.
“No…this girl really, really stinks.” Fumiko stated harshly from behind her clawed hand that was covering her mouth.
“Yes, of course, I’ll be taking her to the bath house now-” Saki replied, but she was immediately interrupted.
“What’s taking so long?” Another voice said from behind Fumiko.
Approaching the group of girls in the hallway, was the other cat demoness named, Hibari.
Sango could see Hibari’s hazel eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit hallway as the long, tawny haired demoness came closer to them.
“Smell her!” Fumiko exclaimed angrily as Hibari came to stand next to her; pointing her sharp clawed finger at Sango.
Hibari simply chuckled at Fumiko and offered Sango a coy, fanged smile.
“Now, now Fumiko. You shouldn’t tease me with such appetizing delights. I haven’t had the chance to try our little taijiya here yet, but Saki…it’s been far too long since I’ve tasted you,” Hibari purred seductively, as she raised two fingers and slowly licked them with her long tongue in a suggestive manner.
“Hibari, stop it!” Fumiko snapped viciously.
Hibari sighed in annoyance, crossed her arms and walked past Fumiko to head towards the two other females; her hips swaying seductively in her tightly fitted kimono as she approached them.
Hibari walked past Saki, caressing her the deer youkai’s blushing face as she did and headed straight for Sango, who still held her head down; hiding her pain-filled eyes.
Walking around the taijiya and examining her from every angle, focusing a little too long on areas that appealed to her, Hibari eventually stopped in front of Sango.
The tawny haired demoness gently grabbed Sango’s chin; forcing the defeated looking human to look up at her hazel colored eyes with slit-like pupils.
“My poor little taijiya, those boys have been rough on you, haven’t they? I don’t think you’ve had a female yet, right? Don’t worry, I am very gentle.” Hibari purred softly in Sango’s ear, as her clawed hand slipped under her kimono to gently cup the taijiya’s painfully, swollen pussy; causing Sango to wince and try to push her hand away.
Hibari smirked playfully when she found it was still wet, but was disappointed that it was not because of Sango’s own juices; rather it was from the sticky seeds of the males that bedded her last night.
Hibari glanced over her shoulder at Fumiko and frowned.
“She reeks of males…you know I hate that.”
“Try again,” Fumiko hissed.
This time, Hibari removed her hand from between Sango thighs and brought her slick, wet fingers to her nose.
Before the fingers even came close to her nose, Hibari’s mouth fell slightly agape as she shot Sango a disappointed look.
Instantly, Hibari turned to Saki and glared.
“The taijiya is pregnant?!”
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A/N: Sorry for the long absence, but I have a lot going on in my personal life. Since I've last posted, my Grandmother had died and I've been trying to keep busy at work to help cover the funeral expenses.
Anyways, I hope to update the next chapter very soon this time. *pinky-promise*
For Chapter 21's preview, it will be posted here on Monday night, so check for the latest updates: https://www.facebook.com/SakuraAngelOfficial
In the meantime, be sure to check out my newest sexy Inuyasha fanfic called, "Kept Woman" which could be read here: http://inu.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600097395
Thank you so much in advance, for being so patient and giving me your support! I really miss you guys and hope to see you very soon!
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