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A/N: To Ai Rain, Arbutus1226, Stitchies, dragonzombie, Shyneamor, Anon (I’m assuming you are the same Anon who wrote a wonderful review for chapter one. Can I get a penname?), Yuyu Jung, mi17, niako, Smed, Shikalover_94, Scarlet_Jay, J-Chan-Blue, Times2, Kit-Kat, Kerbear, and Arya - you guys are so awesome! Thank you for the detailed feedback, telling me specifically which parts you liked. It will help me improve my writing.
Yuyu Jung - The Birds and the Bees part is still a few chapters away but I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. I love your penname, by the way. ^.^
Scarlet_Jay - thank you so much for the detailed feedback. I especially appreciate it because we see eye to eye to a great extent when it comes to writing Sesshoumaru. I’m still waiting for you to update Save Me, by the way. I love the way you write Sesshoumaru and Kitaru is just too adorable. Sequel to Want To Be Your Slave is in progress :)
Also thank you to all those who read and/or rated this story.
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Chapter 3
The next day, Inuyasha woke up at dawn to find Sesshoumaru was already up and dressed.
In mild panic, he got up hastily and put his blankets and pillow away and bowed before the demon Lord.
“I have training with father,” Sesshoumaru told him, tying his flowing hair back. “You may go back to sleep, if you like.”
Inuyasha stared at him, scandalised. Whoever heard of a servant who slept in longer than his master? He forgot what they were talking about as his eyes found Sesshoumaru’s neck and decided to stay there. It was only when the demon Lord turned back to face him that he remembered you weren’t supposed to stare at your master, and quickly cast his eyes down.
“Master trains at dawn every day?”
Sesshoumaru didn’t seem to have noticed the transgression. “The time varies,” he replied. “I must be ready to train whenever father commands. A warrior must be ready for battle at all times.”
Inuyasha wondered whether it was his imagination, or if Sesshoumaru sounded slightly bitter when he said that. But he didn’t have time to think about it as the young demon Lord led the way to a pair of double doors Inuyasha had not noticed till then, and pushed them open.
“Some of my old toys are in there. You may entertain yourself with them till I return,” Sesshoumaru said, wondering what was to be done with slaves when one wasn’t around. He wasn’t sure the hanyou would want to play with toys; he hadn’t played with them in years. But it would have to do.
Inuyasha had resolved to ask him at the first opportunity, what his chores and duties would be as a servant but the room was huge with lines and lines of closets. One of them had been left carelessly open and Inuyasha could see glimpses of wonderful, gleaming toys inside. He should have asked about work but the idea of playing with actual toys for hours on end was too tempting. He bowed and kept his mouth shut.
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“Why can’t I just put my claw in – like this – and melt it off?” Sesshoumaru demanded, suiting action to words by decimating the pumpkin in front of him with his claws.
“Because it is not always wise to get so close to an enemy, especially if there are many,” Taisho answered. “You need to learn to use your powers to the fullest capacity.”
“I think this is the fullest capacity,” Sesshoumaru said gloomily, staring at the pumpkin bits under his claws.
Taisho shook his head. “You have seen your mother make the poison take solid form. You just have to find the weapon that is most suitable for you.”
“We’ve tried everything,” Sesshoumaru complained sulkily. “Sword, spear, arrows, shuriken, needles…nothing works! My poison doesn’t have a solid form.”
“It only has the form you give it, one that embodies your spirit as a warrior,” Taisho reminded him for the millionth time. “Now keep practicing. I want that pumpkin demolished from fifty feet away.”
Sesshoumaru sighed; this Lord thing was a real bitch sometimes. But he knew his father would never cut him any slack and also knew that he was right not to. He’d rather fail a thousand times in training than ever lose to a real opponent.
He took a deep breath and squared off against the pumpkin, imagining it was a real demon threatening his life. He held his arm rigid out in front of him like he’d seen his mother do and frowned thunderously, concentrating with all his might.
A little wisp of poison seeped out and dripped to the floor, creating a slight mist around his hand. The only thing that burned was the grass near his toes. He hissed slightly in pain and brought up his hand to study it, staring morosely at his burned palms.
“Why does it burn my skin if it’s inside me?” Sesshoumaru demanded for the hundredth time, when his father came around to inspect his injury.
“Because you haven’t learned to control it yet,” Taisho replied. “When you do, the attack will come as easily as if it were a part of your body. Now try again.”
Sesshoumaru willed his face to go blank of all emotion and signs of pain as his father had taught him and took his stance.
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When Sesshoumaru returned around mid-morning, he entered the toy room –where he’d left his latest, puppy-eared toy – and found Inuyasha standing menacingly in front of a floor-length mirror, pointing a toy sword at his reflection.
On hearing the door open, the hanyou swung around.
Sesshoumaru looked amused.
Inuyasha stared blankly for a moment, before he realised he was pointing a weapon (albeit a false one) at his Master. He quickly dropped the sword and bowed low awkwardly.
“Have you fought with a sword before?” he asked, gesturing for him to pick up the sword he had dropped.
Inuyasha shook his head, hesitantly bending down to pick it up. He was careful to point it away from Sesshoumaru so he wouldn’t accidentally give affront. “I found some old samurai’s swords a few times when we passed battle fields but I have never trained or fought with one.”
Sesshoumaru walked up behind him and grabbed his hands, adjusting his grip on the weapon. Inuyasha’s face suddenly felt very hot. His eyes were riveted on the rough, scorching fingers covering his own, rather than on the sword in his hand. At his back, he could feel the radiating heat of the full-demon’s body.
“Would you like to learn?”
Inuyasha was shocked enough to look up into the demon Lord’s eyes in the mirror. “Master wishes me to learn to fight with a sword?”
Sesshoumaru shrugged, also watching him in the mirror. “If you wish to, I don’t mind. I can get an instructor for you.”
Inuyasha blushed. “W-would master teach me?”
The demon Lord shook his head. “I can’t. You have to learn from someone who is at your level of strength. That is why only papa and mother train me.”
Inuyasha’s back went rigid at the insinuation, though he knew it was most likely correct.
“How do you know my strength is that little?” Inuyasha asked, half teasingly. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”
Sesshoumaru seemed taken aback. “I didn’t mean to say you were weak,” Sesshoumaru assured him, letting go of his hands and stepping back.
Inuyasha remained quiet and went to put the toy sword back where he had found it. The rest of the room was exactly as he had found it as the hanyou had been careful to put each toy back after he had finished playing with it.
Sesshoumaru realised the hanyou was upset but didn’t know what to do about it so he left it at that. Training for the day had involved target practice rather than sparring so Sesshoumaru wasn’t tired and dirty. But that only meant his lessons would be that much more difficult, not something he was looking forward to.
He had already completed the work assigned to him by his instructor, not knowing how hard training with his father would be and if he’d be in any condition to write after it. But it was better to prepare for the lessons that were about to come so that they would go faster. He went to the book shelf and pulled a book off. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Inuyasha watching him.
“How old are you?” he asked Inuyasha, going over to his seat by the window and sitting. Inuyasha knelt dutifully by his feet, digging his bare toes delightedly in the soft carpet.
“I’m six years old in human years and 87 in youkai years.”
Sesshoumaru’s eyebrow went up. “Only 87?”
Inuyasha blushed and nodded. “How old is master?”
“I am seven in human years. And 216 in youkai years.”
Inuyasha’s jaw dropped. “216? Really?”
Sesshoumaru nodded. “So I can’t teach you to fight. I’ll get you an instructor and you can begin training from tomorrow.”
Inuyasha hesitated, wondering whether he should ask this next thing that he wanted to ask. “D-doesn’t master mind me getting stronger?”
Sesshoumaru tilted his head. “Why would I mind?”
Inuyasha stared. Though he’d been on the earth for many more years than him, it seemed the young lord was innocent in many things. Slaves were starved and beaten to make them submissive and to ensure that they would never grow stronger than their master. He had never known a slave to be taught how to fight. It seemed like a foolish endeavour; what if he turned on his master? He would have the skill and strength to injure him, or worse.
Inuyasha shook his head.
Sesshoumaru, who’d learned by now to not ask questions whose answers he didn’t have much to do with, opened his book and began to read.
“Master’s lessons are very advanced,” Inuyasha ventured, looking at the intricate kanji on the pages of the book. One strand of white hair fell on the book as Inuyasha peered over the top and furry ears flickered interestedly. Sesshoumaru resisted the urge to reach out and touch them.
“Can you read and write all the scripts?”
Sesshoumaru looked away from the puppy ears and met his eyes, amused. “I speak four languages, Inuyasha. I can read and write three of them, though I am more proficient in Japanese.”
Inuyasha stared. “Four languages?” he asked blankly.
Sesshoumaru nodded. “The languages of other countries.”
“Countries?” Inuyasha asked, tilting his head to the side.
Sesshoumaru looked down at him worriedly. “You know, the lands beyond the seas?”
Inuyasha turned red and looked away, ashamed of having his lack of education revealed.
Sesshoumaru wondered if the hanyou should have lessons, but didn’t say anything, not knowing if it was a sensitive topic. He would ask papa about it later.
Time passed in silence as Sesshoumaru read his book. Inuyasha stared at the pages over Sesshoumaru’s knee and wondered what it would be like to make sense of the squiggly black lines on pieces of paper.
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After lunch, Sesshoumaru gathered his study material and placed it in a bag.
“My lessons might run late today,” he told Inuyasha. “Other children will come into the palace gardens late in the afternoon to play. You may play with them if you wish. Jun will show you the way.”
The servant girl called Jun came forward and bowed, then retreated.
Sesshoumaru turned towards the door and another young man appeared and bowed, taking his bag and following him as he walked out.
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Inuyasha stood awkwardly in the gardens, watching full demon children playing about.
He had waited for the demon Lord for hours but he hadn’t returned. That was how he found himself in this huge, beautiful garden, staring miserably at others having fun.
It was stupid, coming here. What had he been thinking? That these nobles and high born brats would just accept a hanyou as one of their own? He could hear the whispers of the older children – they didn’t try that hard to be discreet. He could see the malice in their stares and glances.
Taking one last longing look at the lush garden, Inuyasha turned to go back to the castle.
“Hello.”
The small voice made him turn around and come face to face with a boy even smaller than him. He held a plump red ball in his hands.
“My name’s Ginta. What’s yours?”
“Inuyasha.”
“D’you wannna play with us, Inuyasha?”
Inuyasha looked from him to the ball and nodded. The other boy smiled at him and Inuyasha could see some front teeth missing. Ginta led him to his many friends, who stood under a wall waiting for him. A large number of red balls, like the one in Ginta’s hand, littered the grass. Inuyasha stared; where he came from, it would be a luxury to get one new, undamaged ball like that to play with and here laid dozens, just littered carelessly. Inuyasha didn’t like the sly smiles on some of the older kids’ faces.
“We’re playing dodge ball,” a tall boy with pointed ears like Sesshoumaru’s told him, grinning. “You’re it.”
Inuyasha stared at them, confused. “It?”
A small girl with blonde, curly hair, came to stand next to him and nodded. “We will throw the ball at you and you have to not let it hit you. We get points for the number of times it touch you.”
Inuyasha nodded doubtfully. It didn’t sound like a very fun game and he didn’t like the look in the children’s eyes. But the small boy had made the effort of inviting him to play and he couldn’t back out.
He obediently took his position by the wall, keeping his eye on the red ball.
“Ready or not,” said a tall boy with plaited hair, holding the ball mockingly.
It had hit him on the side of the head before Inuyasha had the chance to blink.
“One point to us,” the boy said sneeringly, brilliant green eyes glittering.
Inuyasha blinked rapidly; trying to get his vision back to normal.
The next strike hit him square in the chest, and the one after that, on his stomach.
Before long, he was knocked to the ground, holding up his arms to at least defend his face from the barrage of strikes. He hadn’t counted on the speed of full demons. He could no longer tell where the strikes were coming from, or who held the ball.
Worse than the strikes was the sick feeling in his stomach. Getting beaten up again without even a fight; how did he always manage to end up like that? He’d seen some of the braver slaves go down fighting, snarling and biting while he hadn’t had the courage to look up or even defend himself; what was the point when it was only going to lead to more pain? It made him dishonourable and a coward but those didn’t seem like very important things in the face of constant, unrelenting pain.
But it was getting too much to take. Was this is it, being a punching bag for stronger demons for the rest of his life?
“This is fun,” the boy with the green eyes jeered, exchanging grins with his friend, who nodded. It was just like playing with a puppy, like when you pulled its tail or stretched its paws out too far and it whined so cutely. And the hanyou even had puppy-like ears on the top of his head, instead of normal pointed ears like a proper youkai’s. Some of his uncles and aunts thought all hanyou should be killed but mama and papa had been right; they had their uses sometimes.
“Is it?” a hard voice asked, and they turned around.
Sesshoumaru stood behind them, furious eyes taking in the hanyou fallen on the ground and the derisive attackers. The boys bowed their heads slightly in respect. It was rare that the prince joined them on the playground and even rarer that he came to play.
“We were just having fun,” the oldest one assured him in a tone that bordered on insolent. Rumours of the prince having taken a hanyou slave had spread quickly; it remained to be seen what the slave was meant for.
“Then you won’t mind if I join you,” Sesshoumaru answered silkily, walking forward and coming to stand in front of Inuyasha. The hanyou stared from him to the gathered children. The young demon prince was much smaller than many of the boys there but Inuyasha couldn’t help but feel that something had changed in the group and it was the others who were prey.
“New rules,” Sesshoumaru said, letting his gaze sweep over the bunch. “You will each take up a ball and all of you will strike together. If anyone can touch the hanyou or me with the ball even once, you win.”
The children looked at him doubtfully and then at the hanyou on the ground who didn’t look like he would be moving fast enough to dodge any time soon. In fact, even Sesshoumaru could hardly move fast enough to dodge all of their strikes at once. Well, it wasn’t their problem. They nodded.
The boy who had hit Inuyasha was the first one to begin. He clutched the ball tightly and hit it towards the demon Lord with all his might. The other children followed his lead almost immediately.
Sesshoumaru allowed his arm to go rigid as he concentrated on the children’s faces. There was the son of the man who was always causing trouble for papa. Behind him was the shorter boy who followed him around like a whipped dog whenever he came here. Next to him was his sister who never went anywhere without him. And all of the others, who he vaguely remembered having fake smiles and obsequious words. They’d dared to touch what was his. Without having to think about it, his hand raised straight up.
A poison whip snapped out of the tips of his fingers, striking each of the balls simultaneously and sending them crashing back into their owner with redoubled force.
The children gasped and cried out as they were thrown backwards with the force and lay sprawled on the ground.
“Continue,” Sesshoumaru ordered.
They looked at each other fearfully. None of them wanted to go through that again. Sesshoumaru’s gaze was piercing.
“You had no qualms attacking a defenceless hanyou. Now continue the game or confess that you intended to hurt him, and take the punishment for hurting what belongs to me.”
Whimpers were heard. If it came out that they had done something displease Sesshoumaru, their parents would not only not side with them, they would be handed over to Sesshoumaru on a platter to punish as he pleased. And their families would bear the shame of grovelling before Taisho for his favour.
With trembling legs, they got to their feet and took up their balls. Their strike was tentative this time, barely even reaching up to the demon Lord. But the whip struck it with more force, sending it crashing back into them even harder.
Three, four, five times they were forced to get up, only to be sent back to the ground. All of them were covered in mud and grass stains from being thrown onto the damp, grassy ground. They glared at the demon Lord resentfully; they had never stood a chance to begin with and now he was just rubbing their nose in it.
Sesshoumaru was focused more on trying out his new-found weapon than on the feeble idiots who’d tried to bully his hanyou. His father had been right; it felt just like part of his body and barely took any effort at all. His hands didn’t even burn, except the very tips of his finger, and that would probably go away with practice.
Again and again it snapped out, going exactly where he wanted it to go, moving in convoluted shapes effortlessly. Before long, all of the bullies who had struck Inuyasha were groaning on the ground, unable to get up. Sesshoumaru walked up to them and looked down at them derisively.
“If I ever find him hurt here again, you will regret it,” he promised. The children groaned, feeling mud cling to their perfectly done hair and ridiculously expensive clothes, and avoided his eyes.
Inuyasha stared from Sesshoumaru to the children in awe, getting shakily to his feet. Sesshoumaru grabbed his hanyou’s wrist possessively and dragged him away.
Making sure they were both out of sight, the bigger of the boys stood up and helped the others up. The elder ones checked the youngsters for injuries, hissing in sympathy at the still fresh wounds on each other’s bodies.
“What the fuck was that all about?” one boy wondered out loud, looking around at the others.
“Yeah, why’d he fight for a dirty hanyou?” a girl asked resentfully. “Mama says hanyou don’t matter to anyone. I thought Sesshoumaru was my friend.”
“Me too,” a quiet boy chimed in, dusting himself off, ignoring the bruises on his ribs. “I don’t know what made him so mad. He’s weird sometimes.”
“Shhh,” the oldest boy hissed urgently. “Don’t say such things, you fucking morons. If anyone hears you dish the prince, we’re all dead.”
The boy looked away but didn’t look apologetic.
“Why’d Sesshoumaru do that?” the young girl with blonde curls whimpered, tears gathering in her eyes from the pain of standing on bruised legs. Her brother knelt next to her and steadied her.
It wasn’t like they’d done anything to hurt him; only the hanyou. And everyone knew hanyou didn’t count.
Her brother held her close and stroked her hair comfortingly. “I dunno. He’s just a bully.”
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Inuyasha allowed himself to be dragged away. He kept his eyes on the floor till Sesshoumaru threw him into his chambers and shut the double doors with a bang.
“I’m sorry!” he burst out as soon as they were alone. “I’m sorry you had to save me again. I’m sorry for being so useless.”
“You are not useless,” Sesshoumaru said firmly, alarmed by the strange, empty aura coming off the other boy.
“Yes, I am!” Inuyasha said miserably, sinking to the floor against a wall and curling in on himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m mmmgh-”
The roll of bandages that hit him square in the mouth cut off his words.
“Take care of your wounds. You will need to be ready when you begin training tomorrow,” Sesshoumaru said, sitting down on the edge of a chair, combing his fingers through his hair and wincing slightly from the contact on his burnt fingertips.
Inuyasha looked up holding roll of bandages between his teeth, teary wide eyes blinking in surprise. His ears, which had been drooping dejectedly on top of his head, straightened slightly.
“You wanted to learn to fight,” Sesshoumaru reminded him. “Your instructor will be here tomorrow.”
Inuyasha’s face lit up. Visions of wielding a sword expertly and felling hundred enemies with a single blow sprouted in his head. The roll of bandages dropped to the floor as the hanyou grinned.
“Then I’ll be strong and you won’t have to save me anymore,” he said happily, lowering his knees and crossing his legs.
Sesshoumaru stared. “Training will make you stronger but you cannot hope to defeat higher level youkai that some of those children will grow up to be.” The aura of desolation around the hanyou was quickly dissipating but his optimism was worrying.
Inuyasha frowned. “Yes I can, if I train hard enough!”
Sesshoumaru shook his head. “No, you can’t.”
Inuyasha stuck out his tongue. “Don’t say that! Yes I can!”
“You’re being a baka,” Sesshoumaru informed him bluntly.
Inuyasha scowled fiercely. “You shut up! I am not-”
His hands flew to his mouth and his eyes widened as he realised what he’d just said and who he’d said it to. Sesshoumaru watched interestedly as puppy ears wilted and lay flat on his head and Inuyasha peered cautiously up at him over his hands.
“Forgive me,” Inuyasha said, getting to his feet and bowing low. This compressed his bruised ribs and he gasped, straightening up quickly.
“Are you hurt?” Sesshoumaru asked, carefully looking him up and down.
Inuyasha shook his head, but couldn’t hide a wince. Sesshoumaru’s eyes darkened.
“Honestly I’m ok,” Inuyasha assured him hastily, having learned to decipher that look that heralded bloodshed. A hanyou would be thrown away like nothing if he was even the least bit of a nuisance, especially since the prince of the West could obviously get any slave he wanted.
Sesshoumaru gestured for him to get closer and Inuyasha obeyed, coming to stand in front of the seated demon Lord.
“Show me where you’re hurt,” Sesshoumaru ordered, glancing pointedly at his stomach. Inuyasha blushed and hesitated, but obeyed, pulling at the haori tucked in his hakama.
A dark red bruise had formed over his bellybutton where the children had made a game out of hitting him in the same place. Sesshoumaru brought his hand up and lightly ran his fingers over the mark. He looked up as the skin under his touch shivered; Inuyasha was bright red, trying to look anywhere but at him.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, blinking at the embarrassed hanyou.
“N-no,” Inuyasha replied breathlessly, looking down at the fingers running over his skin.
A small gasp escaped him and he grabbed the hand, bringing it up to his eye level.
“You’re hurt,” he said, peering at the singed fingertips. Puppy ears wilted dejectedly. “It’s because of me. I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Sesshoumaru assured him. “It will heal in a day.”
“And you can’t put medicine on it to make it better?” Inuyasha asked, agitated. How had he never noticed before how calloused and scabbed his entire hand was? The burns on the tips of his fingers were more red than the rest.
Sesshoumaru shook his head. “King’s orders.”
Inuyasha stared at them thoughtfully for a moment, then promptly raised the hand up and stuck two fingers in his mouth.
Sesshoumaru froze.
“What are you doing?” he asked carefully, jumping a little when he felt a soft, wet tongue on the burned area.
Inuyasha grinned, lips stretched over the long fingers and thrust them deeper in his own mouth, swirling his tongue all around them. Sesshoumaru found he couldn’t take his eyes off the lips stretched wide around his fingers.
A moment later, Inuyasha popped them out and held them up before his face, blowing softly on them so that cool air hit the wet area.
“They won’t hurt so much now,” Inuyasha told him happily. “And master hasn’t disobeyed orders.”
Inuyasha was startled when he felt a clawed thumb suddenly reach out and run over his glistening lower lip, red from his efforts.
“Thank you,” the youkai prince said. Inuyasha blushed, leaning into the touch. He couldn’t remember the last time he had received a caress that didn’t turn into a beating. A small whine slipped out when the demon Lord pulled away.
Sesshoumaru, who had been about to turn away, stopped short at the puppy-like whine from the hanyou boy. Inuyasha stood fidgeting with his haori sleeves staring dejectedly at the floor. Sesshoumaru felt an unexpected urge to gather the frail boy in his arms and he frowned, taking a few steps back towards him. The puppy ears on top of Inuyasha’s head quivered in response to his footsteps.
Hesitantly, Sesshoumaru reached out and softly caught one ear between his thumb and forefinger, wondering if the other boy would allow such a contact.
Inuyasha keened pleadingly and Sesshoumaru snatched his hand back in surprise. The hanyou looked up at the demon Lord.
“Did - did I hurt you?” Sesshoumaru asked cautiously.
Inuyasha turned pink.
“N-no just my ears are very sensitive.”
Sesshoumaru nodded clasping one hand in the other.
Inuyasha disappointedly stared at the clawed hand and hesitantly shuffled closer, lowering his head slightly.
“P-please do it again.”
Sesshoumaru stared in surprise at the bowed head and the puppy ears presented to him. The ears twitched in response to his scrutiny.
He reached forward and this time, grasped one ear in each hand and smoothed them between thumb and forefinger. The downy appendage felt amazing between his fingers - soft and warm and alive. Gently, he scratched the claw of his thumb over the fur-like on the surface of the ear’s back side.
Inuyasha shuddered and whined, squirming in his hands but not enough to get the demon Lord to release him. The clawed fingers were gently tracing the pink inner side of one ear now while the other gently folded the other ear back. Inuyasha never wanted it to stop.
Sesshoumaru watched as the ear he’d folded sprung back to its original position and quivered slightly in place; the demon Lord reached a decision.
“You’re a puppy,” he announced.
Inuyasha’s head shot up in surprise and he scowled. “What? No, I’m not! I’m a person.”
Sesshoumaru frowned. “A person can be a puppy.”
Inuyasha stepped back quickly. “No, they can’t! Puppies are- are animals! I am not your pet!”
There were fingers on his ear again; Inuyasha fought to keep a whine from escaping him.
“Wh-what how are you doing that?” Inuyasha demanded breathlessly, fighting the urge to sink to his haunches and let Sesshoumaru play with him. “I-it has never felt like this before when anyone else touched them.”
Sesshoumaru grinned triumphantly. “Maybe they recognize their master.”
The ears between his fingers quivered indignantly.
“I’m not a dog!”
The demon Lord’s hand was suddenly on his head flattening both the ears under one large palm. Inuyasha whimpered as the hand smoothed down gently on his head, the warm weight making him want to melt into a puddle.
“But I want you to be my puppy,” Sesshoumaru told him quietly, raising his chin up with one clawed forefinger. “Only mine.”
Inuyasha blushed under his hand. “O-ok then. But only if I’m just yours.”
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A/N: This fast update is all because of all the encouragement I got from you. This is what I was doing instead of studying for my finals of Masters in psychology which start tomorrow. Wish me luck!! x.x
I would really like to know what you thought of this chapter ^.^
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