Disclaimer: WHY MUST YOU REMIND OH EVIL DISCLAIMER THAT I DO NOT OWN INU YASHA! O well, I guess ranting gets you no where, I still don't own Inu Yasha.

Hey! I'm back with a new story that I hope everyone enjoys!

SO sit back adjust your optical receptive balls and get ready to read!

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She was running again, or at least attempting to run in these silk ridden clothes. Who's idea had this been this anyway? Ah yes; now it was coming back to her. Her father had put her up to this. All for that stupid treaty with the Western Lands.

It was getting more and more difficult for her to run with these ridiculously heavy clothes staggering her pace. Firming her resolve, she took off the heavy layers of green silk and, now in her under dresses, began running as fast as she possibly could through the thicket and dirt.

With the dress laying some hundred feet behind her, she only stumbled once or twice as she came to a clearing. Although the efficiency of leaving her dress behind was beneficial while she was running, she now regrets leaving the garment back in the thicket.

The wind was unusually cruel that night and though there were many layers to her under clothes, they did not provide the warmth of the silk. Letting what was done, done she trudged on to the opposite side of the clearing. She stopped immediately when she felt a familiar presence coming up behind her. Now her insides were feeling colder than any of the wind that threatened to pierce her skin.

She ran again, fearful that that man would catch her. The man who had been taunting her and attempting to seduce her for the past three months. The man in which she was traded to, for peace for her country. The one her father had found fit for her to spend the rest of her life with. The man she was forced to stand before the alter of God and tell untruths before a Holy Man.
She could sense him coming up behind her faster now. Great, he had caught her scent; there was no way of avoiding him now unless if she found a stream. Speaking of which...she could here the distinct tinkling of water from some source. If she could just follow the sound she would be able to elude her pursuer. That is if she makes it to the water before he finds her.

Alas she found it! She just had to cross the small clearing and she would be in the cool sanctuary of the stream. Although she was tired from all the running she has already had to endure, she summed up the remains of her energy and made a mad dash to the stream. Just as she was sure she felt him turn toward the clearing she dove into the waters and was completely submersed in the dark water as he stepped into the clearing.

Through the murkiness of the water she could see his tall outline approaching the shore of the waters, his long white hair moving with the breeze that moments ago had been her greatest torture. She saw a green object in his hands and realized it was the gown she abandoned a while back. Unable to hold her breath any longer she felt the burning desire in her lungs for oxygen and needed to surface, but she needed to remain hidden even more.

Swiftly moving through the water without disturbing it she found herself in a small cavern, its entrance hidden at the bottom of the stream underneath the water. She took several relaxing breaths as she leaned back against the rock to rest. But she didn't hit the rock; instead she felt the cushion of muscles and soon the arms belonging to these muscles enshroud her in a painful embrace. She gulped as she knew who she would find as she turned around. Strengthening her resolve, she turned around to see angry golden eyes staring down at her.

"You running away time and time again was not part of the agreement. I told you to stay in my room and await me there for this evening. Why were you not there?" He asked slightly tightening the hold on her at the last sentence to prove his point. There was a spike of fear in her scent; he liked it.

"I uh...well..." She stumbled through her words as she tried to find a suitable explanation for her actions. Why was she so afraid, why wasn't she afraid when she began running; why was she so afraid of him when he is unarmed and not of the palace guards with their spears. She knew why she was afraid of him and it was a total lie that he was unarmed.

He had five perfectly sharpened knives on each hand that could easily slice through her right now. Though she was more afraid that he stood for her oppression, chained to him through the band on her finger.

"Kagome, you know very well that these actions will not be tolerated. One more escape attempt and your father will be notified that the treaty is off. And that you shall be held as a reassurance that he has no intentions to attack." He whispered in her ear as though he was merely telling her a bedtime story instead of a malicious threat.

Finding her tenacity, she hissed at him angrily, "I hate you Inu Yasha. I would rather be drawn and quartered than to be a wife to a demon." Kagome's eyes blazed with anger as she looked into his calm amber depths.

"That can be arranged if you do not begin behaving like a proper wife. Now put your silks back on, we must return to the castle and you look like a commoner running around in your under dresses." He smirked as he dragged down to the entrance after she had barely caught a breath before submerging. Her dress lain strewn across a rock and as she put it back on she felt the heavy silks cling to her wet under dresses. And this weight showed her once again that she could not run nor hide from the likes of these demons.

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Wow. Approximately a whole half hour went into that chapter. O_O just suddenly hit me and I thought what the heck?

Anyway please review this newest story of mine.

Kudos( I found a new word) (AN you have to read my other fanfics to know what I mean about the new word)