Chapter 1.
Golden mystery
Innocents… Something she never possessed. Savior… Yes you could call him that. Abuse…Well there is a lot to say about that.
She stood before the mirror. Her raven hair hugging her shoulders. Her haunting green eyes telling a million tales of horrors you cannot fathom in your wildest nightmares. Her young body barely covered. Bruised and broken. She had known nothing but pain in her life. Hope was nothing but a myth to her. She smirked into the mirror. Tonight would be a good night.
She didn't even realize that it was her birthday, sixteen and still alive, quite an achievement regarding her kind.
Her owner had been pleased with her the past few weeks and her bruises were disappearing.
Yes tonight would be a good night.
"Kida! Stop staring at yourself and get your ass out here!" The mistress coughed.
She rolled her eyes. Baba She thought.
"You think you can talk to me like that you banshee!? If it weren't for me you would have to shake your fat, wrinkled ass down the street. Then we'll see how much he pays you!" She rolled her pierced tongue over a fang and peeked out the door into the club. He was not here yet. She had to wait for him weather the gypsy liked it or not.
Her owner is a powerful boar youkai with a lust for power, money and young girls. Kida never knew her parents. They disposed of her when she was only three years old. She had been a disgrace to them, a first born, a girl. She had been taken in by a miko woman after she was found half dead near a village. The barcode tattooed in her neck had informed her of the child's misfortune. She had taken her in believing that she was a cat demon. But when she was six a monk had come to the village and when he saw her he cursed her presence. She was an endangered species. A snow leopard.
Out of fear the miko had discarded her and that is when he found her. Gaspar and his ningen hostess, Elanei. Her master was cruel and vicious after he enslaved her.
At first he had made the girl work in a weapons house, polishing blades. There she had tasted the bite of cold steel ripping into her small body.
When she reached her 8th year of life he had taken her. She did not understand what he had done to her, but she knew it was wrong, terribly wrong.
He had been pleased by her spirit, and forced her to work the streets. When she did not bring him enough money he would beat her. If she worked to his satisfaction, he would take her, over and over.
As her body matured he had made her dance in a cage in front of men in a club, miko and demon alike. He would whisper in her ear that he loved her so much and that he never wanted to hurt her, but she had left him no choice, she deserved it, for what she was.
In all the years of her tortured existence she had learned never to wonder, nor to hope. She had learned to live with the pain and heartache. She never cried where people could see, never sighed where people could hear.
She had learned to ignore the joyful laughter of and excited squeaks from other girls. They seemed so childlike, so innocent to her.
The naïve ones who wondered into her neighborhood never lasted long. She would walk down an alleyway and hear one of them scream in pain and terror. "Help me! Please!" When they saw her. Shoe would stop and smile her evil grin.
"When you're done with her I'll give you the ride of your life for a hefty discount." Was her offer. She never played with fire. Helping little girls brought on horrible punishment. That she had no doubt about.
"Where's my little neko whore?!" Her master's raspy voice brought her out of her daze.
"What do you want Jasper?" She mocked him.
He grabbed her and pressed her against his bulky figure. He reeked of something and stale sweat.
"Unhand me you filthy bush pig! How do you expect me to work smelling like a dead rat?" She protested.
He grunted and shoved her hard against the bar counter.
"Come on! Don't wreck my counter boss!" The lizard bartender hissed.
"You had better make a rich tonight you worthless piece of trash." He rammed his fist into the counter next to her.
"Time is money master. Where do I walk tonight?" She inquired steadily.
Even after all those years he still managed to scare her.
"Parklane my love. High society needs a good ride you know." He rasped as he cupped her cheek in his big hand. "Then you're mine."
She groaned inwardly as he as he licked the side of her face. She dreaded nothing more than the thought of him inside of her. For some reason that was the worst. At least she didn't have to see them every day of her life.
She stood in a dark corner by the Parklane office building. None of her usuals had paid any mind to her. She watched the men in suits leave the building, some women with their expensive cloths and leather hand bags. She snorted, they looked like robots with droopy plastic tits and money bags under their eyes.
The night was young and she had made more than she bargained on. She walked slowly into the darkness of the alley, away from the busy streets. As she rounded a corner into high-class suburbia she was met by a pair of glowing golden eyes.
She took in the broad shoulders and beautiful face. He had an almost invisible blue crescent moon on his forehead and a lilac torn-stripe across each cheek. His long silver had been tied back and still it hung low under his butt.
He stood dead still, eyes wide, staring at her. An inu youkai she guessed. Dog demons were rare these days.
"You like what you see?" She broke the silence.
The youkai didn't answer, he just stood there staring at her wide eyed. She smiled and walked past him. Youkai of his class weren't used to characters like her. That she knew all too well.
He didn't take his eyes off her until she disappeared around the corner. She was so young, so beautiful. He felt he knew her, but how? As soon as she was out of sight he snapped out of his trance. Distant memories flashed before him as he crossed the street and went back into his mansion.
His youngest son was on vacation on some remote island half way across the world. The boy was still immature, still restless. The unstable hanyou blood that coursed through his veins was settling at last.
The other one had not spoken to him in years. He could never understand how the man had come so close to forgiving him for the sword, when he suddenly became a ball of boiling rage as InuTaisho had never seen him before.
It has been nearly 200 years since he last saw Sesshomaru. Not even InuYasha had as much as caught a passing rumor about him.
This had never seized to trouble the youkai lord. He had never stopped loving, nor intended to hurt, his first born son.
She lay awake but dead still in his arms. She'd survived the night. He had fallen asleep ages ago, but she could not sleep. Those golden eyes were haunting her. Who was he? Why could she not forget about him?
What difference could it possibly make even if she saw him again?
She shut her eyes tight as the boar stirred, but luckily he did not wake. He slave bite ached, something it been doing a lot lately. Maybe she was dying… at last?
Memories of Layla flashed in her mind. The human woman had named her Kida, Kidakakash. It meant the gift. Some gift she had been…
It has been 10 years since Kida had seen her, she wondered if Layla was still alive. Had she found a husband? Did she have children?
Kida shook her head. Does it matter? No, her mind screamed, but her heart sang a different tune.
Kida rarely thought about her parents. She knew that they would never accept her, and she knew that she deserved it, for disgracing them so by being a girl.
"Sleep my pet. You have a long day tomorrow." The boar said softly.
"Yes master." She quivered as he held her tighter.
A/N So what do you think? I knda like it, but I suppose it's an acquired taste.
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