Captivity | By : Keija819 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 15753 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Kagome stared dubiously at the dress, which could be more accurately described as a tube. The material was black and stretchy, and would supposedly cover her body from above her breasts to about her mid-thigh.
Turning, she then stared at the box of tampons sitting ever-so-innocently right next to the dress. Kagome wasn’t sure if she was more A, relieved that she wouldn’t have to ask for the things, B, embarrassed that the demon lord would know she was about to need them, or C, bewildered that the demon would even know that such things existed.
A mix of all three emotions stayed with Kagome as she slipped on the indecent outfit, noting that it would most likely ride up in unfortunate places once she started walking in it.
However, since anything was better than nothing at all, Kagome decided to go with the flow. After all, why would she expect Sesshoumaru to have a wardrobe of women’s clothing in his home? Ad speaking of his home…
The miko had quickly realized she was being dragged about through the halls of an enormous mansion. When she had finally walked behind the demon lord of her own free will (the term being used loosely in this case), Kagome had been able to catch glimpses of the monstrosity which was his place of residence.
The pair had only passed by two windows, but each portal had provided Kagome with a view of vast land and forest continuing on for a great distance. There wasn’t another building in sight.
Kagome sighed now as she fidgeted with her horrid dress. She had been let to and deposited in a tiny (dressing?) room with an adjoining restroom. The lord had left immediately, saying only,
“You will stay in this room until Mai comes for you,”
and gesturing toward a small couch on which lay a bundle and a small box.
Then he was gone.
Wishing for anything to do besides sit still yet again, Kagome explored every corner of the room and its bathroom, growing ever more frustrated when she could find a mirror nowhere.
Though the room looked like a dressing room, it seemed to be lacking that most crucial aspect which made it worth using. If only Kagome had a mirror to use, with which to entertain herself, she was certain that waiting for Mai wouldn’t be so difficult.
Kagome turned at a knock on the door. Mai walked in to see the miko sulking in the corner of the room, kicking a foot half-heartedly against the wall and glaring over at the little girl in vexation.
Mai kept a giggle in check and beckoned for Kagome to follow her. She easily guessed the reason for the miko’s anger. She knew, from snippets from her lord, that Kagome liked to make sure she looked pleasing at all times.
“Lord Sesshoumaru keeps the mirrors to himself,” the girl offered, as Kagome stood and started reluctantly toward her. Mai watched curiously as the miko’s eyes narrowed.
“You mean that the vain, pompous prick likes to stare at himself, and won’t let others have the same pleasure,” Kagome spat in distaste.
Unfortunately, as soon as she had begun to speak, the miko felt that tingle under her skin, and by the time she was finished, her blood was burning.
“I’m sorry,” she managed to bite out through the pain. It seemed as though the poison inside her body was going to follow Sesshoumaru’s instructions to a T. Though frustrated that she couldn’t make fun of the demon even when he was out of sight, Kagome gave in to the inevitable and vowed to keep her mouth shut. The pain lessened.
“Follow me, Miss Kagome.” Mai waved the miko forward, starting down the hallway once more. She explained as they walked that Kagome’s starting duties were to be in the kitchens.
When Kagome opened her mouth to protest any imagined experience in cooking, Mai cut her off, stating that she would be assigned the simplest of duties.
Kagome later realized, with a sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach, that these duties would include and be confined almost exclusively to washing dishes. Not that the miko wasn’t perfectly able to wash dishes, but it certainly was not her most favorite task.
~*~*~
After four days of being led to the kitchen, washing dishes for hours with only a few breaks in between for eating and bathroom, then being led back to her dark, stinking bedroom for the night, Kagome’s routine was changed.
On the fifth day, which was the thirteenth day of her stay in the mansion, Mai showed up in Kagome’s room unusually early.
“Lord Sesshoumaru is pleased that you are behaving,” Mai said in a neutral voice but with a twinkle in her eyes. “He chooses to expand the range of your duies.”
Not sure whether this news was good news or bad, Kagome kept her face blank until Mai smiled up at her, explaining in a cheerful voice that Kagome would get ot play maid.
Kagome could not see what the cheerfulness was about. And then. Then, she saw the dress.
“No way.”
“Lord Sesshoumaru says that you must.”
“Hell. No.”
“Lord Sesshoumaru says that if you refuse, you must stay in the kitchens.”
Kagome looked down at her cracked hands. Washing dishes all day for four days with harsh detergent and bleach was not good on anyone’s skin, let alone her hands. She let out a frustrated growl--she knew that Sesshoumaru must know how much she hated to wash dishes. And he knew which evil she would choose over the other.
With a groan, Kagome snatched the dress form the girl and slipped it on. Not surprisingly, it fit. Not surprisingly, it was obscene. Surprisingly, Kagome felt almost sexy with it on. Though she couldn’t see the outcome for herself, a not from the child assured Kagome that she had put it on correctly. Still she felt ridiculous for even thinking of wearing something so awful.
It looked almost like the slutty maid uniforms one could buy for halloween parties. However, Kagome was certain that she had never seen an outfit that looked quite like this one.
The dress was black, but almost sheer. The top was so low and the bottom hem so high that only the white lace that tripped the outfit kept Kagome’s nipples and bottom from being exposed. Straps ran over her shoulders from front to back, blending in with the sides of the dress in the back, since there technically was no back until right above her bottom.
Kagome couldn’t help but wonder whether the costume was meant to humiliate and embarrass her, or if Sesshoumaru was secretly a big pervert. Inwardly, Kagome smiled, as she rather suspected the latter.
Mai gave Kagome a rough sketch of the mansion, or at least one floor of it, pointing to the rooms Kagome was to straighten and clean. She showed the miko the location of all bathrooms and broom closets, and stopped in to check up on her every once in a while after Kagome finally got started.
The next three days passed in this manner, and on the fourth day Mai informed Kagome that she had some things to do herself, so Kagome would be on her own for the day. Said day started out like every other day, sans Mai.
A reluctant promise had been elicited from the miko to behave and avoid trouble. But…Kagome had kept her fingers crossed behind her back.
So with the hovering girl out of the way, Kagome decided it was high time to go exploring.
Just to look legit, Kagome made sure to take a feather duster along with her. She explored, dusted this, explored, dusted that, and soon she had seen the entirety of the current floor.
She had also discovered the stairs.
Ever curious, Kagome decided she would go up. It was true that she might be able to find the front door if she tried going down, but even if she managed to get outside, where would she possibly go? She had already established the fact that there weren’t any other houses around. Plus, she’d been here two weeks already, and though it wasn’t fun, nothing seriously bad had happened to her.
If only she could find and strangle that damn demon.
Kagome climbed quickly up the stairwell, excited about what she might find. What she saw made her jaw drop.
This floor was nothing like the previous one. It might have been upstairs, but it looked more like a dungeon, or a labyrinth. It was very dimly lighted, but even so, Kagome could see corridors extending and twisting like snakes far down the hallway.
She should have given up, gone back, explored the downstairs.
She didn’t.
Kagome figured that if she only made a total of three or so turns, she couldn’t possibly get lost. So she started forward, making one left turn, then making one right turn, the walking for what seemed like forever. She started to make another left turn, then stopped herself, realizing she was taking this too far. After all, from what she had seen of the floor below this one, this hallway should have ended ages ago.
The miko turned smartly back around, deciding she should return before she delved too deep into Sesshoumaru’s mansion. However, after what seemed to be the correct distance, she could not find the corridor that would lead her back to the stairway.
Panic fought to rise to the surface as Kagome hurried down the hall, desperate to return back to the floor she knew. She finally reached a left turn, taking it gratefully, but was horrified to find a sudden fork in the corridor. She certainly didn’t remember this.
Anxiety overcame the miko, and she paced back and forth in front of the fork as though hoping it would spit the answer at her. It refused, and eventually she was forced to choose. Kagome closed her eyes, spun around in a circle, and pointed one arm out in front of her. She cracked an eye open. Her arm was pointing to the right fork. Would it be the correct one?
Giving in to fate, Kagome strode purposefully down the right corridor, not even thinking to doubt her decision until she came face to face with a large, ornate door. Now, she was certain she hadn’t come across that before.
Curiosity got the better of Kagome once more, and she tugged at the golden handle until the door seemed to give in and swung open gently. The miko gasped.
The room before her was absolutely magnificent. Even in the dark, Kagome could sense the finery of the thick carpet, could see the highly vaulted ceiling and four-posted king-sized bed. Stepping in to the lushness of the carpet, Kagome noticed the heavy drapes to her right. She walked to them and pulled them aside, but there was no window behind them.
Puzzled, the girl walked across the large room to examine the bed. Hangings ensconced the frame, and Kagome was nervous pushing them aside, slightly worried that someone might be hidden within. However, there was nothing to be seen but a dazzling bedspread and dark, plush pillows.
The sight of comfort brought Kagome to realize just how tired she was; her time lost in the upstairs corridors had been a span of hours. She couldn’t help but spread herself out over the bed, if only for a few moments. Surely no one would notice or care that she was here.
~*~*~
It had been a very, very long day. Sesshoumaru had spent the entire morning, most of the afternoon, and the whole of his evening finishing things off in his study.
The western lord had recently fallen behind in his duties, slacking off to watch the human woman adjust to a working life inside his mansion.
He had thought about staying the night in his study, but it would be a much more comfortable night in his own bed. Sesshoumaru shuffled out of the study--he was so looking forward to shucking off those tiresome clothes and spreading himself out on his king-sized bed.
The last thing he expected to find was a small, scantily clad miko sprawled most indecently across his bed in the deepest sleep.
Surely greater demons than himself could not have resisted either.
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A/N: Okey-dokey. If anyone is confused about anything that has happened so far, you may put it in a review or e-mail me at keija819@aol.com. If you ask, I can give you the timeline of what things happened on which day (if it was confusing to you how time slipped by so fast).
I will happily answer any questions that do not give away Mr. Fluffy’s evil master plan.
Thanks so much!
KeKe
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