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Want To Be Your Slave	By : LordYouko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 70996 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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A/N: This story is now more than half-way through and is heading for its ending. I want to thank you all for staying with me this whole time even though I disappeared for a month. I’ve been going through with some real shit and seeing a review from you each day really helped me get through it so here’s the next chapter dedicated to each reader who wanted me to keep writing.
Chapter 27 – The Return of Naraku
It was raining.
Not just drizzling, but raining cats and dogs. Fortunately, there was no lightning or thunder and Inuyasha stood fascinated at one of the giant windows of the castle watching the huge droplets of rain spatter across the glass. There weren’t many occasions he could remember when the weather was this wet and cold and he himself was comfortable and warm.
Actually, the warm was getting on hot now; Inuyasha squirmed rather uncomfortably in the huge blanket in which he was wrapped. He glanced furtively at the demon Lord standing halfway across the room, chatting absently with Kouga. Sesshoumaru-sama seemed to not even be looking at him but Inuyasha knew that he would be one the receiving end of his notorious deathglare if he even so much as moved the blanket from around his body. As if to confirm his suspicions, Sesshoumaru glanced at him briefly, the look Inuyasha recognized as a Big-Brother-is-watching kind of warning.
What had happened was the rain had begun a few hours ago and he, Sesshoumaru-sama and Kouga had wandered into the big drawing room where Lady Tsukiko and Inu no Taisho were idly watching the rain come down. He had stood for a while with his master and Kouga and listened to their talks but it was something boring regarding taxes and the financial situation so he had wandered off, ending up at this window he now stood at. He had been slightly cold in his fire rat kimono. And Sesshoumaru-sama had seen him shiver and the next thing Inuyasha knew, a big heavy blanket had dropped on his head. The weight and length of the blanket made it very obvious that it was not meant for a child but Sesshoumaru-sama was glaring at him so he attempted to wrap it around himself. He began to suspect that the demon Lord’s intentions in giving the blanket to him were not entirely innocent as the prince silently watched him struggling with the heavy cloth without making any move to help, until finally, in attempting to cover himself in it, Inuyasha fell on his bum. Then Sesshoumaru-sama had stepped forward and, eyes twinkling suspiciously, wrapped the little hanyou in it.
Only, the demon Lord did not seem to be very good at the whole taking-care-of-another-living-being thing and for the past 8 minutes, Inuyasha had been forced to endure the oven-like heat of the blanket. Subtle, pleading looks, of course got him nowhere since Sesshoumaru tended to be a little daft such matters, leaving him to return to staring out the window and all in all, Inuyasha wondered if it was possible for hanyou to melt.
“Inuyasha-san,” a soft voice said and Inuyasha jumped, not at all used to having any sort of honorific attached to his name. He turned, seeing Hiro’s smiling figure behind him. The man knelt down next to him and gently loosened the blanket wrapped tightly around the boy.
“The weather is not cool enough for this blanket,” he said softly by way of explanation, discreetly noting the flushed skin of the hanyou and the beads of sweat forming on his skin. Inuyasha glanced instinctively at his master who had silently watched their exchange, then turned back to his conversation with Kouga.
Inuyasha gave Hiro a grateful smile. It seemed Hiro-san was the only person his master did not mind being physically close to him or touching him. The gentle, soft-spoken man had quickly made a place for himself in the hearts of everyone at the castle.
After being glomped and almost knocked unconscious by Kouga, Hiro had quickly been introduced to the members of the royal household. Inu no Taisho had been welcoming and Tsukiko as inscrutable as ever, though her mate saw a tiny spark of approval in her eyes, indicating that she hadn’t entirely forgotten the gentle little boy who had been a rare companion to their unruly son.
Sesshoumaru still refused to allow him to do any sort of actual work, with the result that Hiro was forced to spend most of his time just wandering about the palace enjoying himself – a concept so foreign to the hardworking young man, that it was driving him crazy.
Inuyasha and Hiro, predictably, had become quite close in the meantime, finding the easy life at the palace equally difficult to get used to. When Inuyasha had first been introduced to his Master’s long lost friend, he had viewed him with his usual wariness. But then, the courteous young man had called him Inuyasha-san, startling the hanyou into hiding behind his Master. Of course, Kouga and Sesshoumaru had had their amusement at the expense of the other two and pink-cheeked Hiro and Inuyasha had quickly bonded over their embarrassment.
As part of his recovery, Miroku had advised him lots of nutritious food, fresh fruits and sunlight. However, used to scrapping by and living hand to mouth for years, Hiro was not quite comfortable with the palace delicacies and had fully intended to stick to his simple diet of rice and fish and maybe soup. Unfortunately for him, this did not go unnoticed by Sesshoumaru and he immediately ordered the palace cooks to prepare a special diet for their newest guest. Hiro’s protests of course, meant nothing, and the man was forced to eat a big, healthy meal along with the royal family.
Satoko, Hiro’s wife, had offered to work in the kitchens till her husband was up to taking up a job again but Sesshoumaru had told her it would be an insult to let a guest work. Instead of a spare room that the couple had been expecting at the most, Sesshoumaru had them installed in a huge suite-like room and promised a separate one for their daughter when she got there.
Then there was the problem of sunlight. Every day, Hiro was dragged by the two princes to the palace gardens and balconies to enjoy the early morning and late afternoon sunlight. He soon learned not to try to fight their will and just give in gracefully. Once, out of embarrassment at being treated like someone to be spoilt, the young man had pleaded ill health and attempted to just spend the day in his room. The two princes had, to his surprise, had left him alone and he had looked forward to a peaceful day with relief. It uncomfortable, after all, to be paid so much attention to. True, as a kid, he’s loved spending time with Sesshoumaru-sama and he distinctly remembered following the young prince wherever he went but they weren’t children anymore. It wasn’t appropriate for a mere farmer’s boy to be in the company of two princes, walking around as their equal. Sesshoumaru-sama was probably busy, forced to spend his rare free time with the likes of him. Perhaps he had just been too polite to let him alone before, in which case, Hiro felt like he could kick himself for not having come up with an excuse to stay out of their way.
Then there had been a knock at his door and Hiro had found four palquin-bearers carrying an elaborate palquin between them. He’d just been about to tell them there had been a mistake when they had assured him that there had been no mistake and that Sesshoumaru-sama had ordered it himself. A red-faced Hiro had been forced to parade around the castle-grounds in the palquin and he knew Sesshoumaru-sama well enough to recognize the smug look on his apparently expressionless face to realize that more than a solicitous gesture, the ride was meant to be a don’t-mess-with-me-or-you’ll-regret-it lesson.
Now, Hiro had become a regular, though unobtrusive part of their lives and though still frightened out of his wits of the Lady of the West, Hiro was beginning to regain his health under the watchful eye of Sesshoumaru. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t anxious and jumpy and overly apologetic and bad at joking most of the time – old habits die hard – but progress was being made and two people in particular – Miroku and Inu no Taisho – were very happy with the results. Miroku, because his patient was coming along so well; Taisho, because the two rascals living in his house had found a new project to concentrate all their devious energy on.
The night progressed and the rains slowed to a drizzle. Close to midnight, the room began to empty. Inu no Taisho and Tsukiko were the first to leave. Soon after, Hiro took his leave of the two princes and Sesshoumaru Kouga and Inuyasha were the last to leave.
By the time Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha reached the demon Lord’s chambers, the rain had almost stopped. The only sound was the pitter patter of water falling from tree leaves and the corners of roofs. A damp chill had settled over the stone castle and Inuyasha shivered, now glad of the blanket wrapped tightly about him. Although not that fond of the rains, what Inuyasha disliked even more was the quiet after the rains.
Before being claimed by the Lord of the West, Inuyasha had disliked the rains because rains meant cold. Clothed in rags and fed on leftovers, the slaves were anyway rarely comfortably warm, a situation only made worse by the damp chilliness of the rains that went straight to his bones. But the soothing sound of the rain falling distracted him from the dull, soulless lives of the slaves and just for the moment, he could pretend that time was moving, that like the rains washing away the grime and dust coating the world, someday a storm would clean his own life and things would be better. Things would not always be so damp and dull and cold.
But then the rain stopped, and everything was somehow quieter than before and when the sun set, things went back to being dull and lifeless and depressing. Life went on as usual and as the last drops of rain clinging to the trees and grass and dwellings fell quietly, slowly to the ground, the world looked just the same as before, except a little more colourless as if the rainy evening had leeched the washed away the colours of the world and he was left standing shivering at the window, waiting for the world start again.
Now, in the lush, luxurious chambers of the prince of the West, Inuyasha watched the dark, silhouettes visible in the inky, orangish-black sky. The windows in Lord Sesshoumaru’s chambers were huge but they the window sills were high, so that Inuyasha had to stand on his toes to be able to see over it. But he was glad they were. Having spent his life in crude huts, the room situated on the fourth floor of the huge castle still made him dizzy if he happened to look down. Even in the balconies, he looked out through the bars of the ornate handrail. Inuyasha was not fond of heights.
Then there was a strong grip on the back of his haori and he was airborne. The half-open window was thrown open and Inuyasha’s feet touched the narrow window-sill, barely wide enough to accommodate half of his foot. Even standing straight up there, the window was twice the size of the little hanyou. Balanced precariously on the edge like that, Inuyasha threw his hands out in a panic, attempting to catch hold of the window frame, anything to help him keep his balance but the window was too wide. For one dizzying moment, Inuyasha tipped forward, staring down the smooth outer wall of the castle into the yawning darkness, and screamed.
Then an iron arm clamped around his waist and he was pulled back against a warm, hard chest. As Inuyasha caught his breath and leaned back against his Master, the rain began again.
“S-Sesshoumaru-sama,” the hanyou stammered, trying not to look down, gripping the demon Lord’s arm around his waist tightly, in his cold, clammy hand. “P-please, m-may I get down?”
There was warm breath on his ears. “Why?”
Inuyasha flushed bright red, beginning to shiver from the rain hitting his chest and his frightening experience. The blanket had fallen down in the last few minutes and Inuyasha felt naked forced to endure the elements head on.
“I-I’m frightened…”
The arm around his waist tightened. “Do you think I would let you fall?”
Inuyasha gasped at the question, turning around slightly trying to look at his Master but Sesshoumaru’s grip kept him immobile.
“No Master!” Inuyasha said swiftly, but the tension in his body did not relax.
“What are you afraid of, then?”
The half-demon hesitated, staring unseeing into the darkness. How was he supposed to answer that? It wasn’t like he had control over the reaction. He had been afraid of heights and cold and thunder and lightning as far as he could remember. It was like asking a small child why he hated bitter things or why he liked sweet things; there was just no answer to that.
When Inuyasha failed to answer, the grip around him loosened fractionally and Inuyasha’s heart leapt in his throat.
“I-I don’t know!” he panicked, clutching the iron arm with his life.
“Open your eyes.”
Startled, Inuyasha did as he was bid, unaware that he had closed them.
The rains were not very heavy but there was a breeze and it blew the tiny droplets of rain into Inuyasha’s face and eyes. With a small gasp, Inuyasha realized the sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was almost…refreshing. The hanyou relaxed minutely in Lord Sesshoumaru’s arms.
A few minutes later, once his body had ascertained that he wasn’t in any danger, Inuyasha blinked, getting used to his position and the rain on his face. The air smelled crisp and pleasant and hesitantly, Inuyasha stuck his tongue out.
The rain water taster sweet, like the breeze and the joy of the trees had gotten mixed with it. Delighted, a grin appeared on his face and he began to lap up the rainwater falling on him.
A deep chuckle from behind, made him turn bright red. The demon Lord had been so still and silent the past few minutes, Inuyasha had almost forgotten his presence. Unaware of when it had happened, Inuyasha had relaxed completely in the demon Lord’s arms.
A large cupped hand appeared in front of Inuyasha’s face. With his free hand, the demon prince caught some rainwater in his hand and held it out to the hanyou. Face burning, Inuyasha gently caught the hand in both of his and bent his head to drink out of Lord Sesshoumaru’s hand. The water tasted even better.
When he was done, the hand was withdrawn and the grip around his waist, picked him up and carried him back into the room, away from the window. Inuyasha let out a whimper as Lord Sesshoumaru put him on a table and brought out a huge towel, ordering him to strip out of his wet clothes and dry himself. He’d been having too much fun in the rain to leave. Besides, the rain had started up again, heavier than ever.
Sesshoumaru heard the pleading sound and raised an eyebrow at the half-sulking boy valiantly working the towel that was too big and heavy for him to handle comfortably by himself.
“Did you not wish to get away from there?”
Inuyasha blushed and nodded. “I did at first but, b-but then it was fun…”
Sesshoumaru laughed lightly as he too began to change into his night clothes. “It seems you have taken a liking to the rain after all…”
Inuyasha blushed harder. “O-only when I have master t-to make sure I-I don’t f-fall…”
Sesshoumaru glanced at him, noting the chattering teeth and before long, Inuyasha was under the covers in his Master’s warm bed with the demon prince’s arms wrapped tightly around him.
“With your fragile body, it is not good for you to be cold for too long. You will make yourself ill.”
The shivering in his body soon subsided as warmth seeped into him from the demon Lord’s body. Snuggling contently against his chest, Inuyasha sighed, trying to watch the rain through the window but sleep dragged his eyes down.
“Sesshoumaru-sama?” he asked sleepily.
“Hmm?”
“Th-then why did you allow me to stand almost bare in the rain and wind so long?”
The demon Lord did not answer for a moment, and Inuyasha almost fell asleep before he heard his Master’s reply.
“The only ones who love the rain are the ones who have gotten drenched in it and remained warm afterwards.”
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The shadows cast by the looming walls of Naraku’s castle concealed the spider demon to his satisfaction.
The soldiers of the palace, frightened yet in awe of the handsome young man, hurried to do his bidding. They would have done the same for any master, of course, but there was something about the crimson eyed demon that made them wonder uncomfortably just what would happen to them if they displeased the mighty demon. Naraku himself was nothing less than courteous and graceful at all times but there were whispers about the spider demon having strange and terrible powers – powers that no mortal or demon had. It was rumoured that he had sold his soul to evil and gained the devil’s powers in return.
No one, who first laid eyes upon the slim, delicate-looking young man would even dream of considering him anything more a rich noble with perfect manners and a delicate constitution. Naraku-sama rarely stepped out of this castle because his health was delicate. Guileless eyes looked out of a fair, handsome countenance, one that was guaranteed to win one’s trust instantly.
However, right now, those handsome features were twisted into a peculiarly revolting visage. It wasn’t because of demonic features or rows of big shiny teeth or anything so crass. By every standard, Naraku-sama looked a human. Yet, there was a cruel, oily twist to his smile, a glimmer in his eyes that made his face inhuman.
Naraku stared into the magic mirror held up by the child, Kanna and stared, transfixed at the young Lord of the West.
“Sesshoumaru…”
The name was a whisper, sounding like soft caress, like autumn leaves blowing in the cold evening breeze.
Sesshoumaru-sama had really come into his own, these past few years. The imperious, haughty child had grown into a noble Lord, training to take over the reins of administration from his father.
For years, Naraku had watched him, had watched the boy grow into a strong, beautiful young man. Praises of Lord Sesshoumaru’s power and skill had spread far and wild. His demonic powers were strong, stronger perhaps than anyone, except Inu no Taisho and that cold bitch Tsukiko.
Naraku’s sneer widened as the image of the imperious Lady of the West ran through his mind. The biggest mistake Inu no Taisho had ever made was mating that icy, poisonous little slut Tsukiko. The ambitious vixen would grab his kingdom the first chance she got, even if it meant eliminating her esteemed Lord and husband in the process. The only good thing to be said about her was that she was pure of blood and had given Taisho a flawless heir. The demon Lord, however, should have got rid of her once she’d given him a son. Powerful as Sesshoumaru was now, he would have been better had he not had his bitch of a mother around to make him weak.
Though years had passed since the time Naraku had first encountered Lady Tsukiko personally, the meeting had left an indelible mark on the spider demon’s mind. Years ago, when Inu no Taisho ascended the throne, Tsukiko had been sent to the apparently leaderless, heathen border lands in the Western kingdom to establish the Taiyoukai’s power. The many generals that Taisho had sent had enough sense to leave him be once they realized just what he was, and what price they would have to pay for crossing him. Spiders, after all, were dangerous like that.
But the bitch Tuskiko had been too thick headed to know when to cut her losses.
Naraku knew better than to fight her head on, because bitch or not, Tsukiko was a Taiyoukai and Naraku’s powers were best utilized in secrecy, through smoke and mirrors. So, when the Lady of the West indelicately refused to overlook his presence in those lands, Naraku had used made use of his arcane powers to strike a blow from which she would never recover. Dog demons, after all, were honourable by nature and Taiyoukai or not, Tsukiko would not be guarded against an attack she knew nothing about.
But the frail, haughty looking Lady was not all she seemed because his attack had been deflected. Not only that, Tsukiko had used magic of her own – magic which no mortal woman should have unless she had lain with devil. Gathering the tattered remnants of his power, Naraku was forced to flee far away, across oceans and foreign lands, where the witch’s powers could not reach. With him gone, the spineless humans of the land had fallen easily under the bitch’s control and Naraku had been forced to wait, biding his time to make the Lady of the West pay for what she had done.
So, even though Sesshoumaru was not yet as strong as his parents, the time was just right to make his move. It wouldn’t be long before the young demon Lord reached the power level of his parents and then, he would stand no chance at all of overcoming him. Tsukiko and Taisho were both powerful enough that even with all his tricks and powers, they could blast him into tomorrow before her had a chance to do what he needed to do.
The figure of Lord Sesshoumaru, walking serenely through the forests sailed through Naraku’s mind and his hands twitched. Soon now…it wouldn’t be long before Sesshoumaru-sama was in his grasp and he would have the demon Lord’s electric power flowing through his own veins. A pity, really to reduce such beauty to skin and bones but Naraku wanted power and there was no one better to take it from than the the heir of Inu no Taisho.
It was no easy task to learn the weaknesses of the royal family of the West. After his body had healed from the tremendous damage the witch Tsukiko had done, he had watched the three of them for years, searching for some weakness, some hint of a crack that would let him worm his way in. For years, there had been nothing; Sesshoumaru was growing up to be as strong and ruthless as his parents. But then, not long ago, he had seen his chance.
The small boy slave who followed the prince around like a dog…
Taisho gave his woman way too much leash. A true demon would never have allowed their son and heir to get close to a filthy stray hanyou. Had it not been for weakening influence of the woman, Sesshoumaru would never have had the weak spot that the spider now planned to take advantage of.
Rain lashed outside and the weather turned abruptly chilly, the spider demon’s aura seeping from his body like mist, dispelling into the surrounding darkness, making the more sensitive humans and demons shiver.
Soon, Sesshoumaru would be his, consumed whole in his unyielding embrace and the little runt of a hanyou – Inuyasha, his name was – Inuyasha was going to help him do it.
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Far away from Naraku’s hideout, in the most elaborate room of the Western Castle, Lady Tsukiko sat up in bed with a start, eyes narrowed and cold.
Next to her bed, outside the window, the glowing silhouette of the moon was visible from behind grey clouds. She stared out at it, gaze unfocused and far-seeing. There was something wrong…something in the air she had not felt for a long time.
The wind picked up and violently smashed the window against the castle wall, shattering the glass.
Evil had returned to the Land of the Moon
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