.:A Slaves Love:.
By: Kagura-hime
Summery: In a world where humans are slaves to youkai, Kagome Higurashi has it as bad as you can get. Viciously beaten and abandoned by her master, a certain hanyou finds her, and heals her wounds. But can he mend he broken heart too? I/K, Miroku/Sango, Sess/OC
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own a thing.
Notes: I edited, added, and explained better why the demons were slaves to humans. Have fun.
:A Slaves Love:
.:Prologue:.
A little six-year-old girl stood sobbing before her new master. She was standing in a small dark room that the man before her had just led her to shortly after she arrived here. It had a small cot in the left corner, with the appropriate clothing that slaves wore to announce their low status splayed carelessly across it. That was all that was in the room besides a small window on the right wall that had bars going across it.
The man in the room, was about six foot, give or take, and had cold, dark eyes that glinted blood red when the miniscule amount of light hit them just right. His long, wavy, unbound locks were blacker than midnight on a moonless night. His features were dark and handsome, and looked as though they were chiseled out of ice.
The deathly pale and frail girl was scared and confused. She had absolutely no idea what was happening to her. Her mommy was gone, as was her small baby brother, and her father had left before her brother was even born. She was alone. And she sobbed harder.
"Silence! Girl, stop your pathetic brawling, and listen to me. I, Naraku, am your new master, and you will treat me as such. You will call me master, unless instructed otherwise. You will obey me, and only me, unless I give you specific orders. Do you understand?" The man now identified as Naraku asked.
The girl peaked out from behind two small hands that covered her angelic face. She looked at him with questioning eyes rimmed with tears, as if asking if this were real life, or just a horrible nightmare.
Naraku smirked. "Hmm, it seems you need your first lesson in being a slave to someone as powerful, and fearful, as myself. Always. Answer. Your. Master. When. He. Speaks. To. You." He spoke slowly and drawn out to imprint it in her memory forever.
A malicious glint entered his eyes, as he approached the girl, leisurely, as if calculating what move to make next. The girl looked around her wildly, trying to find an escape from this intimidating creature of the night before her.
Then he grabbed her, and beat her viciously like a starving animal attacking its much-coveted prey. Like an animal that hasn't eaten in weeks, and was merciless to anything it considered food.
You could hear the ear splitting cracks of fragile bones breaking. The heart wrenching screams of the poor girl that had fallen victim to this beast's savage nature. If you looked at her now, you wouldn't be able to recognize her though the rapidly swelling bruises and welts. It was quite clear to anyone staying in Naraku's mansion what he was doing. Several of the servants just picked up the pace of their work, and tried to block out the sounds, for they were devastating to even the most hardened of ears. It is how he initiated most of them as well, but they had grown used to it over these many long years.
Everyone knew there was nothing they could do to stop him. He overpowered them, both physically and legally. The law stated that since he was her master, he could do whatever he pleased with her. Kill her if he fancied. And the government wouldn't bat an eye. He'd actually probably be given a medal, for ridding the earth of human scum. Because you see, in this world, demons rule supreme, and humans were flecks of dirt beneath their feet. Humans meant next to nothing-if not nothing at all. They had no rights, and basically no life, with absolutely nothing to live for, except to serve their demon masters. The cruel demons had turned the tables and enslaved humans after being the slaves for centuries. The revolution may have been a few hundred years ago, but all older youkai remember it very clearly. Some even fought in it. They lost sons and fathers just as the humans did in their petty wars for shits and giggles back in the day. It was just as bloody and gory as any ten battles fought between mortals. Demons were and still are much stronger and faster than humans. How they allowed themselves to ever be enslaved is still a mystery to most, except to ex-slaves, who know how powerful and abundant miko priestesses were.
These priestesses had the power to control the demons. They could purify them in an instant, and when humans had an abundance of them, the demons were powerless to stop the slavery. Then for a reason no one is quite sure of, the priestess population diminished and eventually became a rarity. Some say it was Fate. Others say Karma. But whatever the reason, it was kept quiet for as long as possible. One infantile demon (compared to the rest who were centuries older) figured it out though, and quietly managed to get all other slaves in his household to ready to rebel, which they did after long hours of planning and intrigue. When news spread of the success, others followed suit, until entire human armies were dispatched to control them. These armies were easily taken care of, and they eventually stopped coming. Humans bowed down to demons without the protection of their priestesses, and placed their short lives in the demon's clawed hands. The leader of the demons, the young dog-demon who had started it all, decided that it was only fair and just to show the weak humans the same courtesy shown to his kind.
Now don't think that the humans had treated demons, say, humanely for lack of a better word. They may not have enslaved the demons for long in demon time, but they had treated them just as horrific, if not even worse, and didn't spend the meager penny for a thought on it. They deserved everything they got. Maybe their children didn't, for they were innocent of any crime, but the demons had turned into bloodthirsty beings, feeding off the adrenaline rushes caused by the delightful tickle of human fear in their sensitive noses. They decided to keep this new twist of fate for the same amount of time the humans had kept them. It was only fair to them of course.
And so for hundreds of years, demons dominated all other species. The debt to them has been long since paid, and the wounds at least thrice healed over, but the hatred still runs deep. The fear of freedom and equality is too much for the demons to handle, and they keep humans locked away to serve their every sadistic want and desire. Humans that have been told this tale, passed down from their forefathers, are only now beginning to see the horrible mistake their ancestors made so many eons ago.
As they say, revenge is a bitch.
Few demons treat their slaves with respect, and those who do are very hard to come by. They can't let it be known openly; otherwise they'll be killed on site. They have to live in the utmost secrecy, risking everything, paying the ultimate price of death if their secret becomes known.
Slave masters usually take their anger out on a slave by beating them, starving them, or just flat out killing them. This is the life that that little six-year-old girl named Kagome Higurashi was destined to lead, exactly like the rest of her race, for the next ten years.
Ja!