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The Path of Pins
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AN: So here�s a
funny story. Not too long ago I had
been working on this story and I live with my parents (yes, I�m 21 but I�m in college
and its cheaper then the dorm plus I have two rooms all to myself upstairs) and
I had left it up on my computer cause I�m upstairs and its my computer and why
would anyone bother it? Well,
apparently I�d left the Internet on and my dad comes up to turn it off and sees
my story. Reads my story. Yeah.
And that weekend he looks at me and says �You�re writings improved.� �Huh?�
�You�re writing its gotten a lot better then the last time I read
it. That story is pretty good.� �Story?
What story?� �The one where the
girl�s getting her virginity sold� *Insert me looking horrified with my mouth
hanging open going �you read that?!� then the hyperventilating * yeah. Fun
stuff. Can we say embarrassing? I knew we could.

By the way. You guys
are awesome, with the reviewing. You
make me all happy and like glow-y and I love you all, just so much.
And just so you know, I really can do better on the �action�
part of this story. That was just the
most awkward �action� scene I�ve ever done.
I promise it�ll be better in the future. Just look at my other work, on my web site or where ever else I
have it, all of its better then this.

Somnambulicious: why, six shards�but I wouldn�t count on
just six liaisons. Cause well, there
are more reasons then shards to send her out.
Hiten, sessy, and I�m not tellin�
Tom: thank you
A Flower-sama: I hate sniveling Kagome. It just pisses me off. Thank you, ever so much.
Inieda: I love Kushiel�s Dart, and I really like Inuyasha
bunches, so I thought I might as well. I don�t even know why I thought it would
work out but there was this weirdo muse sittin� on my shoulder determined that
I try. Patience is a virtue. This is all for your own good!

The Path of Pins

Chapter 4

~
You may conquer with the sword,

but you are conquered by a kiss.

-Daniel Heinsius
~

Three days later the letter came.
It was sooner then even I had
expected. When Naraku presented it to
me, in his study, he was grinning. A
very unusual facial expression for my lord.
�It seems you have made quite the impression. This came from the Thunder lord, Hiten.� He was still smiling as
he waved a hand to a stack of parchments sitting next to Hiten�s letter. �And these are from twenty other lords that
graced our fete. They are all bidding
on being your first.�
My introduction to my new patrons
couldn�t have been greater. �How much
does my lord Hiten offer?� I neither giggled nor squealed; I was extremely
proud of myself.
�Enough that even I am
surprised. His offer is the most
substantial, not to mention he possess a fragment of the Shikon. Is his offer one that you wish to take?�
�That would please me.�
�I hear that he can at times be�rough. I will make it very obvious that he is to be
gentle.�
I smiled, �my lord need not
worry. I am not made out of glass.�
�Then in four days you will have
your first assignation.� He paused
then, looking at me with one eyebrow raised before looking down at the
letter. �His brother, Monten, could be
difficult. He is not as human looking
as his brother, and is said to take beautiful maidens to create a hair
tonic.�
�My lord?�
�He�s quite bald�so it is obviously
not very effective, but you are to be careful none the less. And you are to report on the jewel, and
nothing more yet.�
�Worry not,� I bowed
gracefully. �The jewels shall be yours,
one way or another.�
He looked at me, dark eyes on my
own as his hands played idly with the parchments. �Kagome.�
�Yes, my lord?�
�I�m proud of you.� The tears that suddenly stung my eyes were
unexpected and I lowered my head in thanks to hide them. �You may go.� I backed out, and once outside his study I dragged in a great
gulping breath and laughed softly with the happiness bubbling in my chest.
The wait that followed was even
more excruciating then the one for the fete but it was a shorter one, even
though it did not feel it. Four days
came and went with me pacing the halls like a caged animal. Naraku watched me indulgently, Kagura with a
knowing smile, and Kohaku with a resigned sort of despair.
He shadowed my steps, refusing to
speak to me for longer then a minute, pretending he didn�t hear me when I
called his name. Without his banter I
had little to distract me from my wait.
Kanna was not much for speaking in the best of circumstances and I had
little patience for the little demon.
The hour before I was to leave
found me staring at myself in my mirror, a nervous hand smoothing a wrinkle
from my kimono. It was a soft blue that
did wonders for my eyes; they seemed to glow in the paleness of my skin, twin
stars. I found the effect pleasing
despite the layers of clothes that hid curves that I knew to be desirable. I was seventeen and vain, I will admit it,
it is a failing of the young but this was also my profession.
As I put crimson on my lips the
shoji screen slid open and Naraku came in.
In the mirror I could see over one arm a length of cloth hanging, it was
a red so dark it was almost black. I
turned to see it better, my eyes drawn to it even as I nodded respectfully.
�I�ve brought this for you,� his
voice was low and calm but I saw his fingers moving over the cloth, like you
would pet a cat. Slowly he unfurled it
revealing a cloak. I reached out and my
pale fingers were stark against the dark red.
The fabric was soft and yielding, the highest quality of silk I�d ever
touched. �You should have something to
show, at least, part of your worth.�
He motioned for me to turn so I did
and watched his reflection as he settled the cloak on my shoulders. His hands, the same color as my own,
lingered there, a weight pulling them down slightly as his thumbs traced
circles on my back. I couldn�t take my
eyes off the rich cloth but I felt him there as he talked. �It took me months
to find the exact color I was searching for. Are you ready for this?�
I did look at him then and smiled.
�Very much so, my lord.�
�If you aren�t, tell me.�
�I am.� He searched my face for a
long time, what he found must have reassured him for he nodded and squeezed my
shoulders gently before letting his hands drop. The weight seemed to stay behind more then the cloak could
account for.
�Remember make no move on the jewel
shard yet, we don�t want any other patrons scared off. I also won�t risk his anger at you.�
�I won�t forget. You did not train me to make such mistakes.�
�I realize. But I have known you most of your life,
you�re like my daughter. I am allowed my nervousness.�
My throat closed and I swallowed
trying to clear it as I stared at those dark eyes. I had always, always thought of him as my father. He had done everything for me that my own
birth father had not, but I had never known that he viewed me in the same
light. In that moment had he asked it
of me I would have found a way to move the very stars. Finding the Shikon would be nothing.
He turned then to leave throwing
over one shoulder. �Be ready to leave soon, the carriage is waiting. Kohaku is being impatient.� His dark tine told me what he thought of
that. So I hurried, already mostly done
and was in the courtyard not long after.
He motioned for me to turn so I did
and watched his reflection as he settled the cloak on my shoulders. His hands, the same color as my own,
lingered there, a weight pulling them down slightly as his thumbs traced
circles on my back. I couldn�t take my
eyes off the rich cloth but I felt him there as he talked. �It took me months
to find the exact color I was searching for. Are you ready for this?�
I did look at him then and smiled.
�Very much so, my lord.�
�If you aren�t, tell me.�
�I am.� He searched my face for a
long time, what he found must have reassured him for he nodded and squeezed my
shoulders gently before letting his hands drop. The weight seemed to stay behind more then the cloak could
account for.
�Remember make no move on the jewel
shard yet, we don�t want any other patrons scared off. I also won�t risk his anger at you.�
�I won�t forget. You did not train me to make such mistakes.�
�I realize. But I have known you most of your life,
you�re like my daughter. I am allowed my nervousness.�
My throat closed and I swallowed
trying to clear it as I stared at those dark eyes. I had always, always thought of him as my father. He had done everything for me that my own
birth father had not, but I had never known that he viewed me in the same
light. In that moment had he asked it
of me I would have found a way to move the very stars.
Finding the Shikon would be
nothing.
He turned then to leave throwing
over one shoulder. �Be ready to leave soon, the carriage is waiting. Kohaku is being impatient.� His dark tone told me what he thought of
that. So I hurried, already mostly
done, and was in the courtyard not long after.
Kohaku was standing beside the
carriage, hands folded in front of him and looking as neutral as he could while
I stepped inside. He followed
after.
I leaned to look out the window and
saw that Kagura had come out to stand with Naraku and watch us off. She smiled when she saw me and waved. Naraku said something to her and she
grimaced but didn�t turn from watching us drive off.
The ride was quiet for a long time,
I stared out the window and Kohaku stared at me. I did my best not to look at him but it was an effort. I knew how he felt about this and I didn�t
wish to make it any harder, especially with the eagerness that I knew he would
not be able to understand.
Finally he spoke, his voice soft as
his eyes shifted to his hands. �Do you
have to go?�
�Yes, I do,� I touched his hair and
let my fingers fall to trace the line of his jaw. �You must learn to accept this.
I will be doing it for many years.�
�I know,� he shrugged. �I don�t
have to like it, do I?� His eyes, when
they rose to look at me, were as petulant as any child�s.
�Of course not,� I said
impatiently, �but you must start hiding it.
Naraku will not appreciate you trying to dissuade me from my task.�
�I hate him,� he hissed his eyes
narrowing at a sight only he could see.
�Naraku? But he saved us.�
�No, Kagome, he saved you. He took you in when your family cast you
away. But not me, I had a home.� He was looking out the window and I was
watching him this time. He never spoke
of before; I had always just assumed he couldn�t remember. �I had a sister. Did you know?� I shook my
head mutely. �Sango.� He cleared his throat and finally turned
back to me. �She was training to be a demon
hunter�it�s what my whole village did.
They didn�t sell me, they didn�t give me up.�
�Then how�?�
�I can�t tell you that.�
It was my first hint really that
all was not as it seemed in the Higurashi family, and his words settled around
me like weights, my cloak hung heavy on my shoulders. I stared quietly at his face for the rest of the trip.
The carriage slowed, then
stopped. �We�re here,� he told me. His voice was a whisper on the evening
air. He opened the door and hauled
himself out, a moment later his hand appeared.
I was handed out of the carriage and stepped down the path to the
thunder palace with very conscious grace as I felt the eyes of the household
watching my passage. My performance had
begun and I had yet to see Hiten.
I looked up at the palace and
swallowed. It was a giant lying against
the darkening sky. It was impressive
even with Naraku�s to compare it to. I
felt Kohaku�s presence at my back and relaxed into my night�s role. I could feel a kind of throbbing in the back
of my mind and something tugged low in my gut, I could feel the shard. The thought made me smile and I bowed to
the servants with the audacity of a free woman that I was not. A servant opened the doors to allow me
through while another appeared, bowing and motioning for me to follow. I watched the dark topknot the bounced on
his head and started to feel the halls were endless just as we rounded a corner
and a door was opened for me. The
servant didn�t pass through but stopped just at the entrance. I paused and he waved me through with
another low bow. The greeting hall was
long and wide, the ceiling was high and the soft whisper of my footsteps seemed
to echo. At the very end was Hiten,
reclining on a pile of blue pillows. I
let my hips sway with my walk as I went to him and when I reached the edge of
his pillows I knelt.
I looked at him through my lashes
and smiled. He wore black pants that I
could see had black embroidery so that one could barely tell without out being
right next to him, his shirt was a dark red with grey borders it tied to side
and fell just at his thighs. �Welcome
to my home, lady.� He leaned forward,
light falling onto black hair and dark skin.
�I pray it�s to your liking.�
�Very much so, my lord.� I lowered my eyes demurely. �I am eager to see more of it.�
�There will be time enough later,
after.� A look came into his eyes then,
as he let his gaze travel my body. A
look so dark and hungry I should have been afraid, should have been worried for
my safety, but I didn�t. Instead my
breath came out in a ragged pant and my heart sped. My eyes, I knew, were a match for his own.
He smiled, flashing white fangs and
reached for me.
I went willingly, melting into him
with almost tangible relief. I had
waited so long for this. Ever since my
training had begun I had waited.
His lips descended to my neck,
teeth scraping across the flesh. He
soothed the pain with his tongue when I cried out. His hands were at my dress trying to rip it from my shoulders and
I stilled them with a soft touch, smiling.
With feather light touches I guided his hands to the ties that bound my
clothes.
Too eager to take his time, he was
not gentle with me as he took my clothes off.
So when my kimono fell into a puddle around me he pulled my body against
him, his clothes rough against my bare skin.
He shifted, the course material of his shirt rubbing against my nipples,
and I gasped. Because I could not stop
the writing I repeated the motion and moaned softly.
I heard a throaty chuckle and
looked up into red eyes, but couldn�t focus when his nails racked down my arms
leaving faint red trails. He pushed my
shoulders and spilled me onto the pillows.
He knelt on his knees, looming over me.
I watched his face as his eyes moved along my body, tracing the curves
of breast and hip almost reverently.
Darting his tongue out to lick his lips he pulled my knees apart.
Hiten still had on all his clothes
and I wore nothing, the movement made me feel horribly exposed as he shifted to
kneel between my legs. Moving forward
so my legs couldn�t close but were forced open far enough to be almost
painful. My pulse was pounding as I
watched him slid his hands on my naked hips, gripped my backside, and angled me
up against the front of his pants, so that the embroidery rubbed directly onto
the most delicate of places.
I was gasping for air my hands
grabbing at the folds of his shirt as he rotated his hips the movement caused
my back to bow and I to wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him tighter
against me. I could feel him swollen
and thick behind the silk of his pants.
He pressed himself harder into me,
spreading me even wider, and the raised embroidery brushed against a spot that
made stars burst behind my eyes. He pivoted his hips, rubbing his groin against
mine, not just up and down but also around.
Tiny circles against that delicate spot, around and around, over and
over. I felt a spark of pleasure burst to life, building with each stroke. His groin brushed against that one small
point and the spark flared every time he touched it, building it higher. The
spark flared brighter so that my whole lower body was nothing but heat
spreading out and then finally at the height of one of those strokes, all that
heat spilled over me, washing like flames across my body.
A scream was pulled from my mouth
as I arched against him and clawed at his arms, almost tearing rents into his
shirt. He was pressed hard enough
against me that it was just barely painful.
Tight enough against me that I felt his whole body convulse against me,
his neck was bowed, his eyes closed, and his body pinned me to the
pillows. He pressed me even harder and
the scream that fell from my mouth was part pain but mostly pleasure.
He collapsed on top of me, his
breathing ragged and his pulse jumping against my chest. With shaking hands I fumbled at the buttons
of his shirt as I bit his neck gently, that pulse beating between my teeth, he
writhed against me and I released him to moan.
There was no art in anything I did
that night. With shaking hands I pulled
the ties and ran my hands along his skin, marveling at the feel of muscles
moving under my fingers. Hiten did something
against me as my hands flexed, digging into his sides and he groaned against my
throat.
Smiling at the sound I dragged his
pants off his hips, letting my nails leave red welts along the way. Suddenly he was against me with nothing else
between us. Bodies slick with sweat
sliding easily against each other, and resting hard against my stomach was the
length of him.
His teeth were at my throat, his
nails scoring my sides so that pleasure mixed with pain, and I couldn�t tell
one from the other and that was when I felt him move away and come back, the
hard tip of him at my opening. He was
inside before I realized what was coming next and the pain bowed my back and my
breath came out in a yelp.
He didn�t stop moving, and the pain
still mixed made me groan into his chest and wrap myself around him. He had already been so close before the
when my body throbbed around him, my world going white around the edges, he
threw his head back, his hips grinding against me so all of him was inside of
me. I felt him spill into me and he
collapsed breathing hard and fast, his weight heavy atop me.
Hiten lifted his head and smiled
down at m e before rolling away. �Worth
every gold piece,� he murmured as he looked at me lying there.
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