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Initiation	By : Angels9191 Category: InuYasha > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[A thousand thank you's to Christi, Fala-Amaris, and Niako-san once again. People like you make all this worthwhile =] This chapter focuses more on character development and as asked I tried to make it a bit longer. Read and review but mostly enjoy ^^]
Chapter 5 – Melting

So this is what kindness feels like.

After Kat-sama gives his speech and I make my decision, he calls in his most trusted servants.

“No offense Mizuki, but your smell is rather ripe. I will not embarrass or demine you by bathing you myself, so my personal servants will help you,” he says carefully.

Two women youkai walk in and bow deeply to Katsuro. I gulp, I would almost rather have him bathe me then be alone with these demons who hate me.

Kat-sama leans a little closer and says softly, “I would trust them with my life and I know they trust me with theirs. If anything does happen I will be right outside the door.”

His words are so comforting and warm, and there is a protective undercurrent in them. It seems Kat-sama has made it his personal duty to keep me safe. It baffles me as to why, but until his hatred for me kicks in I will trust him.

I follow the women through a doorway at the back of his room. It enters a bathhouse that is bigger than Kat-sama’s room, if that is even possible. There is a huge sunken bath tub in the center, bigger than a king sized bed and surrounded by different soaps and things I don’t know the function of. A large vanity takes up one wall while the other is situated with different cushions and expensive yet tasteful furniture.

It comforts me somewhat when one demon woman keeps the door leading to Kat-sama’s room cracked open slightly, but I am still tense as they remove his kimono from my shoulders. They motion for me to step into the tub and I slowly obey, gingerly stepping into the steamy water.

Just as I sink down up to my chin Kat-sama’s voice sounds from just outside the door, “Is it too hot Mizuki?”

The demon women look up in surprise, then back at me with barely concealed looks of resent. I clear my throat, “No my lord,” I say, even though the hot water is making my skin red. I have no wish to complain, I’m lucky to be alive.

He doesn’t answer but all three of us feel his presence just outside the bathing room door as the women set to work on me. They move me to a hollowed out seat at a corner of the bath, and as they start on my ragged hair, I realize that it’s his dominant presence that keeps them from treating me harshly. Though I am grateful he is there, it renders me unable to relax under their hands.

I sit still as they work a plethora of different products into my hair. They seem to hesitate when they reach my dog ears, and I slick them down to prevent any water or soap from reaching the sensitive skin inside. Once they have washed the outer layer of hair, both pick up a wide-toothed comb. I grit my teeth as they both set to work on each side of my head, neither being gentle with the combs. They slather on something else and yank at the knots embedded into my hair until finally the combs go through with relative ease.

I gulp when I see them both pick up their fine-toothed combs, and try not to whimper as they brutally attack my locks. It takes longer but finally the combs go through easily. I sigh, realizing that it actually feels better not to have such horribly tangled hair.

My heart flutters for a moment as the two Inu pull me from the water, but I realize quickly it’s just to start scrubbing me with bars of rough soap. I have a feeling that when used gently, the sandy texture of the soap would feel good. But the two demons aren’t being very gentle. My skin starts to sting and smart as they scrub viciously. Then it’s back in the water.

They do this at least five more times, each time scrubbing in a new kind of soap. The last time they rub on a thick lotion that burns on my raw skin. Is this really the way royalty relaxes? Or is it just me?

It’s probably just me.

They lead me to sit on one of the cushioned benches in front of the big vanity and start again with the combs. Didn’t they just get those knots out?

They brush and brush and brush my silvery white hair until it’s dry, then with a few well placed swipes of small knife, the women cut the ends even and give me bangs. They pull my now perfect locks into a simple tail at the back of my neck, the bangs hanging loosely around my face.

My head feels a little sore but amazing. I want to see but before I can get a good look in the mirror they pull me back to my feet and toward a monstrous wardrobe at the very back of the bathing room. They open it up and I can’t help a small gasp when I lay eyes on the dozens of beautiful articles of clothing. Will I be wearing something from that wardrobe?

The two Inu roll their eyes at my amazed look and one looks like she will say something when suddenly Kat-sama’s voice sounds again, “Nearly finished?” he asks with just a hint of impatience.

“Nearly my lord,” one of them answers then both seal their mouths shut. Apparently they are going to follow the old adage, if there is nothing kind to say, don’t say anything at all. At least not with Lord Katsuro just outside the door.

They hand me a few different pieces of clothing and I pull them on as best I can; most of my imprisonment at the slaver camp has been without clothing. So I give my best guess with the clothes they throw at me.

I get the white slip on with relative ease, and the red kimona is obvious, but when they hand me the impossibly long white and red obi I have no idea how to put it on. The women sigh and wrap it around my waist a few times before tying it in a large and simple bow in the back.

“There,” they both say in unison. I finally turn and look at who’s in the mirror staring back at me.

I don’t recognize her. Her silver hair shines and falls softly around her face, the sides draping back into the tail at the back of her neck. Her clothes are clean and crisp, and though they are still a bit big the red and white suits her. Her mouth drops open and I realize that the girl is me.

“The hanyou is finished my lord,” both Inu say, leading the way to the door. I tear my eyes away from the mirror and shyly follow, keeping my eyes on the floor. They open the door and I walk out, waiting for Lord Katsuro’s opinion of me.

Seconds pass and my heart beats hard. I count the beats, one, two… three, four… five, six. I slowly look up at him, and when I see his face his expression doesn’t make sense to me. Its as if he’s seen something that has confused and upset him. I feel my heart sink; I’ve disappointed him. He’s realized that even with nice clothes I will never be one of his pack.

But before I can look away again he breaks into that smile. “Forgive me for staring,” he says, for some reason he sounds winded, “But you look… I’ve never seen…” he looks away for a moment. I don’t understand what’s going on with him; me forgive him? I must have upset him in some way, I should be groveling at his feet right now. He finally looks back at me, “The look suits you,” he says simply. Is that warmth in his voice?

I bow awkwardly, not sure how to do it properly, “Thank you my lord,” I say hardly above a whisper.

“Please, there’s no need to be so formal with me,” he says with a grin, “I am not so tightly wound as my great father.” He walks close to me and now standing slightly slouched I come up to his breastbone. “Though you do need to know the basics if we are to impress the illustrious Sesshomaru,” he mutters almost to himself. I hold still as he pulls gently at the sleeves of the kimona. “This is still too big for you. Was this really the smallest of the garments in that wardrobe?” he asks the two Inu women.

They nod, “Either that or child’s clothes my lord,” they answer. He nods and lets the fabric fall back.

“Send a request for our finest seamstress to come by tomorrow so we can get her in proper fitting clothes. You are excused,” he says to the women. They give somewhat shocked looks to each other but don’t say a word and quietly exit. Truthfully I’m shocked as well. He’s planning to get me fitted for my own selection of clothes? But why??

He smiles at me and swiftly opens the large window at the back of his room. A sweet smelling breeze rushes through the room and I breathe it in. He sits on the cushioned window bench and pats the place next to him. I obey and carefully sit down next to him, making sure none of me touches him.

“I would like to allow you to roam the grounds freely, but I think both of realize that would not be a safe choice,” he states with an apologetic look.

I bow my head in acceptance, “I understand Lord… Kat-sama,” I say nervously. He just smiles at me.

“But we can still kill time with knowledge. There are a few things you need to know for tonight. First, how to bow properly.”

He stands again even though we’ve just sat down. I get the feeling that Kat-sama finds it difficult to stay in one place too long. I watch and listen carefully.

“You will walk in with me and we will stop in the middle of the event hall. Most of the pack will be gathered there and all eyes will be on you. Do not look anyone in the eye, just stare at my feet in front of you.”

I nod, that should be easy enough.

“When we reach the center I will stop and announce to everyone who you are; Mizuki of the InuShiro family. She will be performing group initiation. Any who wish to claim her may do so when the initiation is complete,” he rehearses formally.

I feel a shiver go down my back. That does not sound pleasant. My worries are confirmed when Kat-sama looks uncomfortable.

“You will then kneel down facing Lord Sesshomaru, like this,” he says and gets down on his hands and knees. He stretches his hands out in front of him and lowers his head until his forehead rests on the wooden floor. It’s uncomfortable for me that a demon with his status should bow like this in my presence, even if it is only for demonstration. He looks back up at me, “Then Sesshomaru will signal for your test to begin.”

“Why do you call your father by his name?” I ask randomly. The question just jumped out of my mouth, perhaps to stall further explanation of the events of the coming night.

Kat-sama certainly looks surprised but it fades from his expression quickly and he rises back to his feet and sits back next to me before answering. “I do not know if you were conscious enough last night to remember my father, but he is not the most feeling individual. I find that he is more my father by name more than by actual parental instinct. The title ‘father’ simply does not fit him, but I refuse to constantly refer to him as ‘lord’. So I call him by his name,” he explains with a shrug.

I nod. I do remember the terrifying demon king. If I never see him again it will be too soon.

“Practice the bow and kneel for me if you will Mizuki,” he instructs. I nod again and stand before him. Keeping my eyes to the ground I first bow low, my palms flat against each other, then I proceed to move to my knees and rest my forehead on the cool wooden floor, my arms positioned out in front of me. The whole movement feels rather awkward.

I hear Kat-sama stand then say, “Good. But that was sloppy. If you are to be among us you will need to try to be more smooth and fluid in your movements. Please stand again,”

I do as he says and this time he helps me by placing one hand on my back and the other moves my leg back so I sink to the floor gracefully on one knee. He then moves my other leg down and guides my back until my forehead is on the floor again.

“Now just stretch your arms out as if you are diving into water,” he says gently, taking my hands in his from behind me and pushing them out in front of me. The movement leaves him leaning over my back, the folds of his kimono softly falling over my back and shoulders. His long fingered hands are warm and soft, and as his chest touches my back, I feel his amazingly strong heartbeat pulse through my body.

I sigh and I think he smiles as he says softly, “Much better Mizuki.”

He releases me and goes to sit on the window seat again. I slowly follow but for some reason the room feels much colder now. My curiosity gets the better of me again as I sit, and since my last question didn’t seem to bother him I ask, “How is it you know so much about how servants should perform Kat-sama?”

He seems to ponder the question a moment before answering, “When I was much younger and Sesshomaru still had nearly complete control of my life, he made sure that I knew my place in his pack. I was still above everyone else in the house, but my father made sure that I knew I could never be above him. He treated me like his servant and I was expected to behave as such in his presence.” I listen and watch as he tells me this, somewhat surprised. I can hear the resentment behind his words and see how his father must have embarrassed him. But he quickly regains his open expression. “It’s been many years since Sesshomaru has had that much control over me. I am of the age now where he must respect me as well.”

I simply nod again. It seems that even Kat-sama does not agree with his father, though it seems he has no choice but to obey him. Another question comes to mind, “Where is your mother?” I ask.

My ears pin back when I see his expression immediately fall and he looks away quickly. Have I gone to far? Will he beat me or throw me to the hateful members of his pack now?

He looks back at me with a gentle expression, “Do not be afraid of me, please?” he says. He’s pleading to me? What is this? He continues, “I don’t want to frighten you, my mother is a rather sensitive topic, but I will answer you the best I can. Please don’t be afraid to ask me anything.”

He waits and I nod again, even though he still confuses me to no end.

He smiles and starts, “My mother is… Well, she is alive, but she doesn’t live in the palace, or anywhere in my father’s lands actually. Sesshomaru hurt her and she ran… Neither has made an effort to make up even after two centuries of silence.”

He stops there and I know not to push for more. The last thing I want to do is stress the relationship we have, no matter how temporary it may be.

I have more questions, but at that moment there is another knock on the door. “My lord there are some papers here that require your attention. Also a note from the lord Sesshomaru,” a servant’s voice says from outside the door.

Kat-sama sighs and opens the door just enough to retrieve the papers then closes it again quickly and locks it. He reads the note from his father first and I watch as he snorts and rolls his golden eyes, “My illustrious father simply wished to remind to wear something appropriate for the events tonight, for he expects me to take part,” he says sarcastically and scoffs, throwing the note aside. I don’t like the implications of that, but try not think about it.

He looks back at me and says, “I apologize but I have to see to these letters. Practice your routine for tonight, take a nap, if you need anything just ask,” he says. I nod but still can’t believe that he apologized to me again.

Kat-sama sits at his desk and falls silent as he reads through his letters. I content myself with staring out of the large picture window at the view of the thick trees that surround the entire palace. Eventually though, my eyes wander back to Lord Katsuro. I cannot understand where his kindness for me comes from so I cannot completely trust him. But as I watch him read and then eventually take out parchment and ink, I cannot get the feeling of his heart beating against my back off of my mind.

I imagine his long fingers trailing softly down my back, pressing me to his strong chest. As his arms surround me so does his aura of strength and protectiveness. I can smell his musk from my seat and my desire to smell that scent all over me scares me with its passion. I don’t understand the feelings and desires that have begun to creep into my heart, but I feel warmer now. I feel as if I’m melting, and I didn’t even know that I was cold.

[I hope this was still interesting even with its lack of lemon, but the next chapter will begin little Mizuki's initiation 0.o so stay tuned! :D please tell me what you think or if you have any concerns or questions. Love you all <3]
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