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AN: Long time, I know.
And it will likely go on taking a while, sorry, but it’s a new semester
at college and my fiction workshop will be getting the most attention from me
in the writing department, plus I got wackjob professors that want a paper a
week. And that’s not just one of them
either. It’s just not right.
I’m not answering reviews right now cause I’m tired and sick
and it takes more effort then I am capable of at this present time. Be thankful for the update it took a serious
degree of effort.
And I’m sorry to those of you who find my choice of
professions for Kagome distasteful and otherwise unacceptable and unforgivable
but since I really don’t care I say “ttthhhwwwppp.” I could stand on a soapbox and say many very meaningful things
but again with the effort…and I have a question. If you are so repulsed by it, why are you now reading the fifth
chapter?
This does not say that I don’t appreciate the readers who
enjoy and review and even the ones who don’t review because I love and adore
each and every one of you, cause I’m an attention whore. It just a bit puzzling, you must agree.
Review, for they are praised, adored, and when especially
eloquent immortalized in song.
~
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it
unspeakably desirable.
-Mark
Twain
~
Later I was shown to my room for
the night. Earlier Hiten had kissed me,
arms slipping around my body for a moment before he pulled away with a
smile. “Sleep well, little courtesan.”
With that a servant led me from the
hall to a large room, with bolts of colorful silk embroidered with dragons
hanging from the walls. In the middle
of the floor was a large futon and beside that was a basin of water, still
steaming. I sighed happily at the
thought of being able to bathe. I was
not one who enjoyed going long without such a luxury, and would have hated
staying as I was, the feel of sweat cooled on skin.
The servant bowed her way from the
room, her eyes never lifting to look at me, even as she closed the door. I didn’t spare much thought to her as,
stiff and aching, I let my clothes fall to puddle at my feet.
With a hiss from between clenched
teeth I leaned down to pick up the supplies left for me to bathe with. I ran a wet cloth along my skin, pausing to
smirk at the love bruise darkening the swell of one breast. I scrubbed sweat, thinking, for a time, only
of the sensation. Then I came to the
smattering of blood, dark against the milky white skin of my thighs. All my breath left me at once and I sat down
heavily.
I had known the theory of the
thing, but I had never fully understood what I had been waiting for. At that moment, staring into the tub of
water I felt nothing: not happy, not sad, satisfied, or defiled; I don’t think
I could feel yet. By the time I went
back to scrubbing the steam had stopped rising from the water and it had turned
lukewarm, by the time I was done it had turned chill.
Mechanically I put the clothes on
that had been left for me in the room, a bag that I smiled to think Kohaku had
made sure, personally, found its way to the correct room. From the bag I pulled a small vile that
Kagura had given to me earlier that morning.
“You can’t afford children,” she’d said. “Don’t forget, under any circumstance, to take this.”
So I swallowed down the foul
tasting potion, my face screwing up as I forced myself not to spit it out. I knelt on the floor taking comfort in the
familiar position of submissive obedience trying to figure out the time. I didn’t know how long it had been since I
left Hiten, but I thought it had been long enough. Hiten had looked at me with
eyes heavy lidded enough that I was sure that by now he would be fast
asleep. The rest of the household I
wasn’t worried about, none of them would know the rights of a courtesan. So I could roam the palace at will. It was time to fulfill my duty to Naraku.
With bare feet whispering on the
wooden floors I peeked out from behind the shoji screen. Kohaku turned to look at me from where he
was sitting across the hall, a shadowed statue standing sentinel. He smiled tremulously then looked away,
carefully forgetting I was there.
He couldn’t come with me as I
explored the palace. If I was caught
alone I could talk and flirt my way out of it, if he was with me it would not
be forgotten so quickly.
I passed him silently, brushing the
back of my hand against his hair, like the stirrings of a breeze, and was on my
way. The halls were dark, torches
placed on the walls only lighting patches far from each other. Alcoves along the way made darker holes
where no light touched and seemed as though they could go on forever. I walked avoiding the pools of light, fading
into the shadows, and ignoring the faint throb of fear.
There was a heaviness in my gut, a
tugging, that I followed blindly. I
didn’t know my way about the palace and came to dead ends twice, having to turn
around and find another way to the source of the tugging.
I came to a bisecting hallway; at
the first footstep into it I was suddenly being tugged in two directions. How had this happened? What could this mean? I couldn’t decide whether I should go right
or left. Neither feeling was stronger
then the other. Then one seemed to
grow heavier.
I turned right, towards it, then
froze as an idea occurred to me, could there be two shards here?
My heart thudded in my throat so
hard I couldn’t swallow around it as the jewel sense grew steadily. I started toward it. Heavier and heavier it grew until around a
bend I heard soft footsteps. It had
gotten stronger because I was getting closer to it, and it had been
moving. Someone was carrying it.
I chocked down a gasp and instantly
melted into an alcove, hoping whoever it was wouldn’t hear the pounding of my
heart, loud in my own ears. There was
a glowing at the edge of my vision, and then the shard holder came into view
and I forget the shard. He was
decidedly reptilian, his skin pale white and his head was domed, flowing into a
long face that ended in a snout. He had
only one black braid at the back of his head but everywhere else was bald. More important than anything was the glowing
coming from under his kimono. I blinked
realizing what it was. The shard
glowed, but cast no light, and I watched it with wide eyes.
So full of the light given off by
the shard I didn’t notice that he had stopped walking. The demon lifted his head, the holes just
below his eyes, that I had assumed was his nose, flared softly. I saw that and swallowed while he turned his
head ever so slowly towards me. He
blinked slitted eyes and I got the impression his night vision wasn’t very
good, apparently not as good as his sense of smell.
“What have we here?” he asked, his
voice strangely thick, like he was talking at the back of his throat.
Taking shallow breaths I entered
the light of a torch and bowed deeply.
“I beg your forgiveness, my lord.”
“Who are you?”
I blinked up at him, “Kagome, sire,
I am…a guest of Hiten.”
“My brother’s guest.” So this was Monten. He stared off into space for a moment, his
eyes narrowing as he tried to remember something. “Oh, yes, the courtesan he’d been going on and on about.”
“Yes, my lord.”
He was nodding when something
seemed to occur to him. “What are you
doing so far from the room assigned to you?
I bit my lip and bowed my head
again doing my best to look embarrassed, “I had not been provided food or
drink,” I lifted my hands out in a helpless gesture and smiled. “I am afraid, my lord, that I got
lost.” Beauty is disarming for most
people. When faced with someone that
possesses it we never really know what to do with him or her: to love them,
worship them, or despise them for what they have. Monten stared at my smile for a long time before swallowing
softly.
“How uncourteous of my dear
brother.” He was rubbing his head like
some would rub a thumb across a talisman or good luck charm. I came closer and touched his arm
gently. He froze, the perfect arresting
of motion, like a snake, with no sense that he would ever start moving again.
I bit my lip and took a deep
breath, “I do not wish to be a
hindrance, but could you help me, my lord?”
He was staring at my hand still
resting on his arm and gulped very visibly.
“Call me Monten, lady.” Then he
nodded.
“Only if my lord calls me
Kagome.” I smiled brightly and slipped
my arm through his. We started walking
the way I had come.
“Kagome,” he said softly testing
the sound.
“Monten,” I echoed.
“You need not touch me,” he looked
like he had swallowed something particularly unpleasant. I started to pull
away.
“If it makes you uncomfortable—” He
grabbed my hand and smoothed it on his arm.
“No, that wasn’t it. Most women find my countenance
abhorrent.” Leaning against his side I
smiled again and watch his face go almost slack.
“I find you rather adorable
myself. Most women are taught to only
appreciate the normal kinds of beauty.”
I laughed, a soft tinkling of sound, at the red that rose into his
cheeks.
“You are too kind. With hair I would have more suitors I am
certain.”
“Hair?”
“Yes. My brother was blessed with the looks of our father. I was not so lucky. Hair would cover much of the roundness of my
head.”
“Oh,” I knew of nothing to say to
that. “There are rumors about how you
try to grow hair…”
“The hair tonic that uses beautiful
women?” His mouth stretched in something that could have been a grin. I nodded,
watching his eyes. “That hardly seems
the sort of topic we should be discussing at the moment. After all would not you be in danger from
me?”
“Would I?”
“A woman paid for her looks needs
not ask that question.”
“A hint, Monten?” He looked at me and waited for me to go
on. “A woman, paid or not, always wants
to hear the answer anyway.” He made a
soft ‘ah’ as he turned to once again face forward. As we walked his hand lingered on mine, but it seemed to tremble
softly as though he was unused to contact and it made him uncomfortable, but he
hoped to soak up the experience. As we
neared my quarters his steps seemed to slow drawing out the walk.
“Does my brother express wishes to
see you again?” he asked casually, his eyes rolling to look up at the ceiling.
“He seemed…pleased, but more then
that I cannot say.” I shrugged, I didn’t worry I knew this patron already and I
would be seeing him again. We came to
my room and I noticed Kohaku had disappeared.
“This—” he cleared his throat,
“this should be your room.”
“I believe it is.” I smiled slightly and withdrew my hand from
his arm slowly, feeling the way he lingered over my touch. “I enjoyed our small interlude.”
“It was a pleasure,” he managed,
his cheeks turning a soft pink color before he bowed and turned away. I watched his back for a moment before
turning into my room.
I came face to shoulder with Kohaku
and let out a small high gasp, covering my mouth as I tried to muffle it. I saw the flash of a smirk before it
disappeared and he touched my arm gently to move me out of the doorway and
slide the screen closed. “I see you
found a friend,” he said in a hushed voice.
“Noticed that did you?”
“Good thing I did too, there would
have been some questions as to why you were out of the room without me knowing
about it.”
“Why? I’ve been leaving my room without you knowing about it for
years.” I simpered and batted my lashes at his shocked face.
“You little—“
“I found a shard,” I said
quickly. “Two actually, though I’m not
sure where the other one is exactly.”
“Explain,” he waved his hand in the
air in a vague circular motion and I lifted one eyebrow before rolling my eyes;
the habits of childhood bickering hard to cast off even then. “We will have to start thinking about how we
should acquire them.”
“Monten carries one around his neck
and Hiten, I assume, has his somewhere else.
I felt two separate tugs.”
“That reptile thing was Monten, I
assume?” I blinked up at him.
“How did you know he was reptilian,
you weren’t in the hallway.” One side
of his lips pulled up and he shrugged.
“Guess you’re not the only one with
some tricks.” He reached out and twirled a lock of my hair in his fingers. “I have been training for this sort of thing
for a long time, have I not?”
“Was that what all that glorious
sweat was for?” I tilted my head to the side sliding my hair from his fingers
as I watched him swallow. “Take up your
post outside, I need to get some sleep tonight.” Before I could rethink the movement I leaned up on my tiptoes and
gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Sleep well, Kagome,” he called
softly as he faded into the dark of the hallway.
* * *
The next morning I watched Hiten through my lashes,
as he ate slow measured bites of his breakfast, from where I knelt on the floor
before him. It had seemed an endless
time since he had said his first ‘good morning’ before he talked again.
“My brother seemed very impressed
with you.” He tossed the words out casually, but his eyes watched me perusing
my figure for any sign of discomfort.
I stilled for a moment before
raising my head to look at him straight on, “I enjoyed his company as well.”
“How did you manage to come by
being in his company?”
“I was hungry after—“ looking down
I smiled, letting my lips spread languidly “my previous exertions. I went in search of food and became
lost.” I looked back up; he couldn’t
seem to control the smirk of pride.
“My hospitality was lacking, I
apologize.”
“No, my lord, I apologize I should
have tried to fetch a servant. I was
not thinking as I should have.”
“Nonsense, I should have provided
for you without your asking.” He nodded
his head to someone behind me and smiled.
“On that note, I have something for you. It is customary to give a patron gift at such times as these,
when one has been—well pleased.”
An embroidered bag was set in front
of me; I picked it up feeling the weight of it heavy in my palm. I looked from the bag to Hiten in question,
he nodded and I slowly pulled at the opening.
Something shined in the depths and my eyes widened. I reached a shaking hand in and pulled out a
necklace with gold glinting from around jade beads carved like miniature sakura
blossoms. I could not fathom the cost
of such a trinket nor the reason Hiten would give me something of such
value. My mouth hung open as I looked
back at him; he had stood up and come over to kneel beside me.
He took the necklace from my numb
fingers and placed it around my neck and clasped it. “I wish to see you again,” he explained softly, his words just
barely brushing my ears. “I promise a
matching hair piece if I am granted the honor.”
I stared up into his dark eyes and
tried to smile calmly. “If my lord
Naraku does not object, I would very much like that.”
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