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The Next Generation	By : groovytits Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 5240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Our first night at Uncle Ass-face’s house was a nightmare. I mean, as soon as we walked into the giant house, he just left us. Just walked off to an adjacent room somewhere to the left as if to say, ‘fend for yourself.’
Big brother and I stood there for a good few minutes, not really knowing what to do next. That’s when Jaken arrived.
“Don’t just stand there like gaping idoits.”
His little green duck mouth flapped. I didn’t really have anything against him. His little insults have always been more of a harmless amusement to me.
“We wouldn’t be, had you been doing your job and waiting for your lord’s return at the door.”
Kachio said evenly. Jaken balked at that, and I giggled. The little toad made a small ‘hmph’ and began walking the way that he came. I followed close behind him, my brother cutting in between us. It was very childish of me to get peeved at him for it, but it annoyed me greatly when he cut between Jaken and I again. I shoved him and gave a little growl, and Jaken turned on the both of us,
“Girl, an elder always walks before you.”
Oh yeah. I remember mother telling me that. Something about respect. Any male around was supposed to walk in front of me. So, had my younger brother been with us, I would still be the last chick behind mother goose. Why did everything have to be so complicated with these people? Jaken turned and began walking again, and I appeased him by walking behind Kachio, Kuritsuki beside me. The brute was still wary after our little flight, and I still had driblets of his puke on my white and blue kimono. We kept walking down the long corridor in silence, the sleek wooden floor cold on my bare feet. Jaken halted suddenly infront of one of the many screen doors and glanced at me from over his shoulders,
“You.”
He pointed to the left then looked at brother, pointing to a door directly facing the one I was to enter.
“And you.”
I blew a strand of black hair away from my face and marched to the appointed door. Before I entered, I turned on the imp with a glower.
“You know my name, Jaken. Use it.”
And with that, my wolf and I entered with a loud ‘bang’ when the door slid into the wall. Great. Another bath. All I needed was to wash the puke off of myself. I had already bathed today, thanks to the blasted curse that had visited me this morning. Mother should have at least known what was coming, since I had been much moodier throughout the week. At least my innards didn’t feel like they where painfully pulsing anymore thanks to the motherwort tea that I gulped this morning. I undressed and threw my filthy kimono to the side. Kuritsuki was in the tub before I was. It was a nice tub. Built into the floor and ledged, all cherry wood. I climbed in after the wolf and used the rough bar of soap resting on one of the three ledges. A quick sniff revealed cherry blossoms. Much too fragrant for my taste, but I also didn’t feel like climbing back out to retrieve a different soap from the shelf in the corner. I scrubbed down very quickly and then got to work on Kuritsuki, who only got baths when Yuuaa and Akemi dubbed him too smelly to sleep on the pallet with us. Once we were both relatively clean, I jumped out and shook my hair out as Kuritsuki was doing. My sensitive ears picked up the light sound of wading water from Kachio’s bathing room. He was going to be in there for awhile because he had an annoying habit of washing everything thoroughly. My hands reached for one of the robes hanging on the bamboo rack to the left of the corner shelves, quickly donning it before walking out of the warm room and out into the cold hallway. Ugh. One of the most annoying things on earth was cold air, so I scurried quickly into the opposing room and almost shut the door on Kuritsuki in my haste to cut off the nipping air.
“You didn’t take long.”
Kachio said from his tub. His long and angular nose crinkled suddently when I turned around. Fuck that guy and his perfect nose. It was the perfect shape. An ‘aristocratic nose’ was what mother called it. I called it ‘fucking unfair’. My nose was somewhat short and tilted slightly up, more round at the end.
“Can you please try and remember to cover your disgusting smell.”
Oh yeah. I grabbed a dry rag and a cup of oil from his corner, dipping it into what smelled like vanilla extract before lifting my robe and shallowly stuffing it up my entrance. It burned slightly and the sudden intrusion into my virginal hole was uncomfortable, but I didn’t feel like making and underwrap. They were uncomfortable as hell. More so than the rag inside of me. Kachio stood up and I handed him a towel and a robe. Now, you may think that it’s wrong that I knew what my brother looked like naked, but it was quite normal to me. I knew that he had long legs and bony hips, his member was long when it was flaccid, and he had a light brown stain on his upper thigh as a birth mark. Kachio was quickly dried and dressed. We had a short conversation after that, I can’t remember what was said, and we where out in the hall just in time for Jaken to stroll to us from another corridor. The imp led us into the belly of the mansion, dropping Kachio off into a room that was apparently close to Rintsuki’s. I was taken far away from my brother and deposited outside of a door.
“Lady Yukiyuu’s chambers are two doors down to the left. Don’t bother her.”
And with that, he left me to my devices. I entered the room with my wolf at my heels. It was a lot nicer than anything I was used to, but uncle didn’t exactly lavish the room with extravagance. I had a gut feeling that the man held little regard for me, and that was apparent everytime I saw him. But, honestly, I didn’t feel the same. I may act like I didn’t like him, but I really did. Not as a person, of course, but as a family member that I had grown up with. I guess I loved him in a way. But, I still didn’t respect his authority. Not even the fact that he was a full all-powerful demon scared me into submission. Kaede said that it was because I’d inherited father’s lack of self-preservation. I say it’s because Sesshomaru is a dick. I plopped down on the white mat and pulled Kuritsuki close to me, looking around quickly. Bed in the middle, three chests pushed against the west, north, and east walls. The only other things that stood out where the long mirror in the corner and a small shelf of books and scrolls pushed against the north wall. My eyes moved to the screen door when I heard soft footsteps scuttling my way. The door was pushed open and a girl revealed herself, bowed low.
“Konban wa.”
She stood up straight and shut the door behind her.
“Uh. Hey.”
I sat up and cocked an eyebrow at her. She was a weak demon by scent, a canine by looks. Maybe a coyote? Her skin was a light yellow tan, and her tail was bushy beyond compare. She stood there silently and stared at me. Instinctively, I stared right back. My eyes a silent challenge for dominance, as was customary among the first meeting of canine demons. I was not aware at that age of what I was doing.
“The expected response is Konban-wa. And since I am your instructor, you are to address me as Sensei Cambanke. Or, just Sensi if you prefer.”
“Oh, instructor of what?”
She walked closer and gracefully folded her legs under her long, binding kimono into a kneeling position. But, I couldn’t see how she’d managed to do that so quickly and effortlessly. There was an art in that.
“Of courtesy. I taught your honorable cousin when she was young, and Sesshomaru has asked me to come back on your account.”
Oh yeah. He’d mentioned something about that.
“So… it’s pretty late. Why are you here now?”
“Because our lessons will be every night from nightfall. It will last as long as it takes for you to comprehend the days lesson. And as a general rule, you do not question your teacher.”
Did that mean that from sun-up until past sun-down, I would be learning shit? That seemed too much to me; I was used to chores until lunch, then training until late afternoon.
“Tonight, we will not have a lesson, but we will be working on your appearance.”
“What’s wrong with the way I look?”
“You look unkempt, like a farm animal.”
Well, so much for manners. I growled low in my throat,
“Some would say that it is preferable to a pompous whore.”
The demoness clapped her hands loudly, and more footsteps came from down the hall. Seven older girls scuttled into the room like the Coyote before me, there dresses being so tight around the ankles that they had to take short and quick steps to cover a lot of ground. A human boy followed in after the girls and closed the door behind him. They all knelt the exact same way, and each held a big cotton bundle.
“This is Danniki, and he will be your whipping boy.”
She drew a crop from her sleeve, and motioned to the boy in the corner. He peeked from behind his dark hair and scooted towards the coyote with an expressionless face. He looked younger than me, but he carried himself as if he were a grown man.
“Twenty lashes for calling your sensei a pompous whore, and three more for not greeting me correctly.”
Pft. She thought that she would scare me into doing what she wanted by hitting a human boy? Ha. Now, you may think me heartless for not caring if my actions caused him pain, but think of it from my perspective. I came here for my brother, and I was only looking forward to the battle training. I could bypass the rest of this shit and be fine for the rest of my life. I would never succeed to Uncle’s title, and I had no place at court, so it was pointless to learn these things. Plus, this was the boy’s job. He got paid for this. He wasn’t a slave, and he could probably leave employment at any point. Plus, I didn’t know him. I held small faith in humanity as it was, besides the people I already knew. I know now how narrow of a mind-set I had in my early years, and it was something that my mother was always ashamed of. I was going to make a point to the haughty bitch.
She gave the first five and glanced at me. My arms where folded and my expression haughty.
“Do you repent?”
In response, I shrugged,
“Not really. I meant what I said.”
Besides, she’d called me dirty. Or ugly. I’m not sure which, but I was sure that she insulted me.
The coyote turned towards me and grabbed Kuritsuki by the nape of his neck, dragging him off of the bed with a bored expression. That was a poor choice. He released a growl so menacing that she withdrew her hand. He made a grab for her hand with his monstrous mouth and I reached for her neck with my black claws. Nobody would touch my family and get away with it. The coyote grabbed his maw and muzzled him with her hand, grabbing a fist-full of my hair and slamming my face to the floor with the other,
“I want to make something perfectly clear to you, ningen.”
I growled at that. How dare the bitch?!
“Your honorable uncle has given me grounds for your discipline, and I will not hesitate to execute them. You will learn, and quickly, that I am not to be trifled with. He has graciously extended an education to you, and you will see it through. If you don’t, the both of you will pay. A whipping boy is used because you are somewhat part of the royal Inu line, but you are not so high that I can’t touch you. I am much more powerful than I look.”
She let go of my head and I snarled at her, as she still had my precious wolf restrained.
“Since this is your first night, I will not whip this insolent mutt. Make the same mistake again, and I will snap his neck.”
Her scent was spiking, and I could now tell that she had initially repressed her powerful aura. She wasn’t a weak demon, that was for sure. It was hard to believe that the little woman could harm the huge black wolf, but I believed her.
“Fine, I apologize. Not please let him go.”
My voice was a calm and even as I could make it, and I channeled some of my brother’s intelligence into myself. I couldn’t stop the way my eyes where starting to turn color though. The demoness released Kuritsuki and he slunk inbetween her and I, his body positioned to strike.
“Calm him.”
She commanded. I softly touched his left haunch to let him know that it was me putting my hand upon him. Then I wrapped my other arm around his barrel-like chest.
“Shhh.”
I softly pulled him down and stroked his head, trying to reel in my anger so that he could calm down from my cue. Once he was subdued, she motioned to the forgotten girls against the wall,
“Thank you. Now please note that this all may sting a little, but it is necessary to keep and clean and well-groomed appearance as a lady. Life is going to be very different here.”
I had to lock Kuritsuki out of the room when he snarled at the girls closing in on us. I hope he didn’t shit in the hallway.
They had brushed my hair out and filed my black nails at first, which wasn’t so bad. They put oils on the tips of both and I soon smelled of berries. Then they washed it out, the coyote stating that the scent clashed badly with my natural scent. It took awhile to find one. She mixed something that smelled of sandalwood, clove, and rose and dipped my nails and hair in it once again. That did smell a lot better. Next they went to work on my face, which was painful. Not in the belly-slicing or head-splitting way. Just a lot of small pinches that made me smeeze. They plucked my eyebrows, which where admittedly thick as fuck. And they plucked my nose-hairs. I did get a few compliments though. Supprisingly, I have a good natural brow shape. They decided to leave them thick and highly arched, but plucked the stray hairs around them to make them slightly thinned. I had my father’s eyebrows, but they made them much more feminine. They stained my lips by carving holes in them and pouring a hot red dye in them. That really burned, and I could feel my already big lips start to blow up. I would look like a fish.
“You have a lovely mouth, but the color was much to neutral. Your lips will leak out for about a week, but after that you will never have to apply color again.”
They separated my eyelashes with more needles. I was starting to believe that I would never get my natural face back again. But, for the sake of Kuritsuki, I stayed still and uttered not a word. They undressed me next, Danniki ‘tsk’ing when she saw what was going on underneath my robes. She yanked out the bloody rag between my legs and grabbed a new one, lathering it in the same oils as my hair and nails before placing it correctly between my legs and binding it to me with an under-wrap.
“If I ever see you without underwear again, the wolf will be whipped.”
I nodded in understanding, but inside I was seething. I really did hate underwear. Next she began wrapping my chest,
“You are too young to gallivant around without a chest wrap.”
It was painful to have them bound so tightly. I had been going through puberty for a few months, and my breasts and hips where already growing away from my skinny body. She wrapped my hips next. Then my thighs, which where also getting rounder.
“When you are sixteen, you can choose to wrap yourself, or not.”
Next came the most painful part. They applied something warm onto my calf. I waited with baited breath for what seemed to be a whole minute. Then, it was ripped away with lightning speed. I howled with pain. Danniki held the white cloth up to my face and I stared at it with tears in my eyes. The long blonde hairs that used to cover my legs had been ripped away from the roots. I’m thankful that razors where invented eventually, so that this beautification pain is optional for women. After about one hundred years though, my hair eventually stopped growing back on my body all together. After she was done with my now reddened legs, she did my arms and armpits. The pits where the worst. I thought we where done, but oh no.
One of the women took a big needle, the thick thread tied at the end dipped in black ink, and stuck it in my skin.
“I think I’ve been fairly cooperative this whole time, sensei. Can you please tell me what the hell she is doing to me?”
Danniki smirked and pointed to my right upper arm.
“Marking you. Lord Sesshomaru wasn’t born with that moon on his forehead. This is your family crest, and it identifies you as part of the noble Inus. When other demons see this mark, they will be less likely to give you trouble. Your father doesn’t have one, but he should. It would have saved him a lot of grief in the past.”
I couldn’t believe what they where doing to me. It had gone too far. I began to protest when I noticed that my heart began beating faster, and I began to get light headed. But it felt good. I looked over at the girl and she smiled at me when I began relaxing and smiling at her. I liked this. A lot. I would have to have it done again. I needed no more reassurance, and she was done within an hour. I looked at the finished product and found that I actually liked the new addition to my tanned skin. It was black and took up little space on my arm.
“It’s called Irezumi.”
My sensei said. I was pleased.
“May I have another if I choose?”
I poked it, and it hurt. But, the small portion of demon blood in my veins was speeding up the healing process much faster than a normal human’s.
“I suppose. I would run it my your honorable uncle, and I wouldn’t recommend scarring too much of your skin.”
Skin- shmin.
I asked the artist’s name, and stored the information away for later use. The hour-long adrenaline rush made me a little sleepy. I was glad when they left me to retire. Although, I was required to rest the crown of my head in a small wooden cradle that was quite uncomfortable. Kuritsuki rushed into the room when the door opened and laid down beside me, spooning my body and whining at me. That was probably an apology for the huge pile of steaming shit that one of the girl’s stepped into. There was a shriek and I cackled.
“That was an unappealing laugh.”
My cunt of a sensei said with a raised voice from the corridor. I didn’t care. At least two enjoyable things came of this night. My eyes closed and the two of us drifted off to the land of dreams.
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