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Initiation	By : Angels9191 Category: InuYasha > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Thank you so much to return reviewers Fala-Amaris and Niako-san, the newest Midnight Cat, and Christi you honor me by reading ;D Enjoy this new installment]
Chapter 4 – Promise

I watch her as she rests, hoping when she wakes she will be ready for my father’s plan. Whatever that may be.

I study all of her features as she sleeps; the black shadows under her eyes, the bones sticking out from near starvation, and the dainty puppy ears crowning her head. For some reason I feel a very strong urge to touch them. I sigh and resist the urge, standing up from the bed and pacing the room silently.

My father has given me much to think on, to say the least. One word keeps coming back to my mind; hanyou. Half demon, half human. How is that even possible? How could it have happened? Dog demons are such a proud race of youkai, I’ve never met one any less loyal and cold as my own father. At least the males.

Could that be it? Could an Inu female have found it in her heart to love a human male. Love him enough to create a child? It still seems ridiculous in my mind.

Perhaps it wasn’t so consensual as that. Perhaps a male Inu youkai had forced himself on an unsuspecting human woman. But why? What would drive one of my pack to that state of desperation?

I put those thoughts aside, there’s something else nagging at me that is more important than the girl’s creation. That is my father’s hatred toward her.

Sesshomaru has always been icy to everyone and anyone. Even for me, his only son, it has always been hard for him to show his affection.

But that isn’t the case with the hanyou girl. He seems to truly despise her very existence. I know my father better than most, and though some would see the reason in his detest of her, I see the blindness in his logic. I saw the way he looked at her with a loathing that came from somewhere deep and locked away. My father had in reality been in rare form tonight.

But why?? And why had he not told me before of the existence of these creatures who were half and half? To protect me? From what? It wasn’t like the girl could do any harm to me even if she were healthy.

My spinning mind is paused in its downward spiral when a nock sounds from outside my door. “I will accept no visitors tonight,” I say in a sufficient imitation of Sesshomaru’s annoyed voice.

“My lord Katsuro, it is I, Mya. I bring word from your father,” the person on the other side says.

I sigh, here we go, “You may enter Mya.”
The young Inu cautiously enters, closing the door behind her. She wrinkles her nose in disgust when she sees the hanyou, “Oh, my lord, you’re letting it sleep on your bed?” she sneers.

I hold her eyes with mine, rage filling them, “The girl is not an it, she is as much a part of the earth as you and I. You will treat her as such Mya,” I command, my voice dropping low like my father’s. I think it might be the trace of the terrible lord in my voice that makes her cower slightly and bow low to me.

“I apologize my lord,” she says. Mya is a young dog demon from a low standing family in the outskirts of Sesshomaru’s territory. Her family sent her to the palace to be a maid in the hopes of raising their family’s status. As it stands, she has never missed an opportunity to try to get in my kimono. Her attempts have always failed.

“You had a message from Lord Sesshomaru?” I ask shortly, still fiery from her comment. Still bowed she hands over a carefully folded piece of parchment. “You are excused. No others shall disturb me for the rest of the night,” I instruct. I wait for her to quickly leave and shut the door behind her before unfolding the paper and reading its contents.

The note is brief but the few words it contains fill me with dread and the same anger I had felt when Mya had given her stupid comment. Now though, it is directed only at my father.

I look back at the girl with pity and once again sit on the edge of the bed. He must absolutely hate these half-demon creatures to give her this test.

The note is still crumpled in my hand as I finally give into the desire to touch one of her ears. The soft downy fur tickles my fingertips and encourages me to continue stroking them.

How could father hate this poor abused girl?

Guilt flickers in my chest as I realize with some shame that I don’t even know her name. It had been a trying night, and in all of the happenings it had been a detail I had forgotten.

I think upon what her name might be for the rest of the night, even when the sky begins to turn gray to warn all of the arrival of the sun.

When she awakes the next morning I am prepared for anything; biting, screaming, clawing. What I am not prepared for is for her to look up blearily at me, and smile.
“Um, good morning,” I say softly, giving a small smile.

She looks around and seems to remember where she is.

“Don’t be afraid,” I say calmly, “You’re safe here, no one will be aloud to enter.”

She looks back up at me, uncertainty still in her eyes but I get the feeling she trusts me enough to be in my company and feel relatively safe.

I smile and motion to a tray filled with food on the bedside table. I had retrieved it when I sensed her start to wake from her sleep, “This is for you. You must be hungry.”

She looks at the pile of food like it’s a pile of gold and her ears pin back against her skull. She looks back at me with fear.

“Don’t be frightened. Would you like me to eat as well? Would that make you more comfortable?” I ask before taking a piece of extremely rare and fresh meat and bite off a soft chunk. “Here,” I say, offering the rest to her.

She gives me one last torn look before reaching out and gingerly taking the small piece from me. I watch as she slowly puts it in her mouth and chews. Her little white ears perk up and she closes her eyes, relishing the taste.

“That’s a girl,” I say softly with a smile, taking another piece and biting off half then offering it to her. This is how the rest of the food on the tray is consumed until eventually she shakes her head to a half eaten plum. I finish it and then take a drink of water from a goblet before handing it to her. “Drink. It’s safe,” I say. She takes the goblet with hardly any hesitation and chugs down the water, a little of it dripping down her chin.

She sets the goblet back down on the table with a small content sigh. I smile and finally ask her what’s been nagging at me all night, “What’s your name?”

She looks back at me, a little surprised, then looks quickly down at her folded hands sitting in her lap. She’s still wrapped in my kimono, the white fabric pooling around her like a cloud.

“Can you speak little one?” I ask gently.

She nods, “Yes lord,” she whispers, her voice crackly from misuse.

“Do you have a name?” I ask again, “I can’t exactly call you girl or hanyou forever.”

She bites her bottom lip in nervousness, and finally says quietly, “I used to have a name. But… not anymore,”
My brow furrows in confusion, “Not anymore?”

She nods, “I forgot it. I have no name. Slaves don’t need names.”

Pain shoots through my heart when she says this. She’s finally speaking and it’s only to reveal just how broken she is. My chin juts up and I respond stubbornly, “Well then we’ll just have to think of a new name for you. Are there any that you especially like?” I ask.

She shakes her head. I smile gently, “Would you be interested in hearing my suggestions?” I ask next. I have a few ideas in mind, the result of pondering this very subject all night.

She nods, still looking sad. Maybe a name that strikes her fancy will cheer her up.

“Mikazuki? You could be Mika, or Zuki, for short,” I start. She looks up at me and shrugs, though I see interest finally spark in her eyes. I keep going eagerly, “Shizu? Yuki? Chiyako?” She doesn’t seem impressed. “Hisoka? Kaminari? Mizuki” Her face suddenly brightens. “Mizuki? Is that the one you like?”

She smiles and nods, looking down at her hands again shyly.

“It means beautiful moon,” I muse, “Or sometimes child of the night. It’s one of my favorite names actually.”

She looks back up at me and we meet eyes, hers just as golden as mine. “Mizuki. It suits you,” I say and she smiles again.

But its then that she sees the slightly crumpled note from my father sitting on the bedside table. She squints and I know she can read it from the bed.

“What is the group initiation?” she asks softly, her voice still slightly cracked.

My good mood evaporates and her ears pin down again as she senses my change in emotion. “It is…” I sigh, searching for the right words. Our eyes lock, and I know what I must tell her, “Mizuki, you have a choice in this, I am giving it to you. I will help you to escape tonight into the forest if you wish it. I will help you get out of the castle grounds and point you in the right direction. I will give you food and clothes for your journey. But my help will end there. If you choose that path, we must never meet again, for my father will seek your blood. Your life will be in your hands.”

I have her undivided attention now, her ears perked all the way forward. I take a breath and continue, “Your other option is to remain here and perform my father’s tests to become one of our pack. I do not know why such hatred runs in his veins for your kind, but it is obvious he is not being ruled by reason. The test he has issued for you is the initiation for potential pleasure slaves of the palace.” Her eyes widen in shock. “It involves the potential slave to completely submit to the whims of any willing demon within the pack. Some choose it, others don’t. For those that don’t it is an experience meant to break and bind them to the pack.”

Her ears flatten and she looks away from me. I know what she is thinking, it seems like there is no option, even to me. But I’m not finished yet, “My father is being cruel and unfair. But there is hope. If you do go through with the initiation, I can claim you as my own, and from there I can give you your freedom. The only one who can deny me this right is Sesshomaru, but there are ways around him.”

She’s looking out the window of my room, a far away look in her eyes. I know what she is thinking, she wants to escape.

“Listen to me Mizuki. If I help you escape tonight you will be a fugitive of the Inu pack. My father’s pack. If you do somehow survive long enough to make it out of the forest, it will not be long before you are killed for the price Sesshomaru will place on your head. I know it seems like the better option, but I believe the other is better in the long run.”

She looks back at me, slightly suspicious now.

“I don’t want you as my slave, I want to restore what is rightfully yours. If you can bear one more night of giving your body away, you will have your freedom. I can promise you that,” I say finally.

She stares into my eyes, searching for truth in them. She wants so hard to believe me, to trust me. To know that there is at least one person who cares for her. How can I prove that to her?

I smile gently, “You’re still wearing my kimono,” I state simply.

She looks down at the wrinkled silk surrounding her and I see a ghost of a smile play on her lips. She looks back up at me and nods, a resilient look in her eye.

I grin, “I’m Katsuro, by the way,” I say, bowing my head, “You may call me Kat, for short.”

She returns the gesture, “Mizuki, if it pleases you.”

I smile back at her, feeling the bond between us strengthen. Now if it’s the last thing I do, I am going to keep my promise to her.
[Thank you for the suggestions everyone, I love reading all of your questions and ideas. And actually Mizuki did come from that site you suggested Christi, so thanks again. Hope all of you liked this new one, keep reading and reviewing, it makes me feel loved.]
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