Something to point out: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA!! Yet writing about him is somewhat intriguing.
THE GLADIATOR AND I
Freedom…it was never given to me. I was always restrained, as if my whole life was already planned. This engagement was arranged by father. Mother had no say in the matter. She was only a woman and women were to only bear children. We were forced to accept the fact that we would spend our lives satisfying these inhumane pigs who called themselves men, let alone humans. Therefore, I greatly disapprove of this engagement, knowing that I would only live to please an animal. I would have to spend the rest of my life never knowing what a man truly is.
CHAPTER ONE
I watched silently as the boring road continued to move. Faint noises of horses trotting surrounded my ears. Luminous diamonds were slowly beginning to cover the giant quilt-like sky that seemed to stretch on forever.
"We are almost there, your highness."
Nodding in approval, I peered out the window feeling the cool wind hit my face. I noticed the lonely castle standing alone in the midst of the mountain and instantly received a chill down my spine. Silver sparkles started falling from the sky to match the thunder which isolated the tall, dark palace. Was my father really that desperate to get rid of me or was this all part of his plan to satisfy his hunger for land and property.
I tried to relax as the carriage came to a halt. I was not scared. I was terrified. But I had to conceal my fear. The most important rule for a woman: she must never hesitate or show any sign of weakness. A woman must show poise to distinguish herself from the cold inelegance male.
The carriage door was opened by a tall, dark stranger.
"I'm afraid Master Kouga is unavailable," he commented in a low voice.
I remained silent as he took my hand and guided me to the doors of hell. A mute scream left my mouth. Something malevolent was emancipating from the mansion and I could feel the presence of a controlling force. I was having second thoughts while we began entering and as I looked back I noticed that the driver had left me to rot in this prison. Bastard.
The palace was dull as I had expected. It was all a disgusting reflection of its appearance on the outside.
"Follow me," he ordered coldly.
I remained silent and obeyed. He led me up the stairs and down a dark hallway. I could feel the fires of Satan spreading across the hideous walls. The tall man stopped somewhat indicating that we had reached our destination. He opened the tall door which screeched in protest, signaling that the room had not been used for quite a while.
"Someone will assist you shortly," the man said, placing my things on the floor.
I never asked for his name, frankly because I figured that he would have never given it to me. I walked around the enormous room and finally decided to sit on the hard, uncomfortable bed. I had never seen this Kouga who people speak so fondly of and had no interest in meeting him what so ever.
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the door open from behind me. A young lady entered the room and I presumed it was that "someone" who would supposedly "assist" me.
"Your Highness," she said while bowing. She gently laid a tray on the table.
"The cook has prepared something for you, seeing that you had a long journey," she commented.
"I'm not hungry," I replied stubbornly.
"Well I shall leave it just in case."
"That is not necessary."
She ignored me and began unpacking my things. I stared at her with curiosity.
"What is your name?"
"Sango, Your Highness."
"Sango," I echoed. "When will your master return?"
"I believe His Majesty shall return this evening. You shall have the pleasure of dining with him, Your Highness."
What is so pleasurable about having to dine with a selfish pig. Having to see him inhale his food, while pretending to be interested in politics was not an evening I was looking forward to.
I smirked. "And if I choose not to."
"If I may be too bold Your Highness, I'm not sure you have a choice."
I remained silent as she finished unpacking all my belongings. Sango finally gave up on the tray and withdrew it, leaving me alone to ponder and continue thinking about this Kouga person. Clearly I did not need to meet him to understand his character. Men are pathetic bastards who feel they have the power to rule over women and they astonishingly believe they know everything. All I knew was that he would not have the pleasure of dining with me tonight.
