(an/ I don't own inuyasha and I wrote this becuz there are not a lot of
Inu/Kouga fic and if u don't like it don't read it. And please review. I
do accept corrective criticism but just so ya know I might not know how to fix the problem)
My name strikes terror into my enemies and respect into my fellow warriors. Kouga. I have my king's eternal favor enough to be happy in my next 12 lives. My home is furnished with the finest plunder of my many conquests. My wife is one of the most beautiful women in all of Egypt. But even so my wife, kikyo, is cold and barren. Some might say heartless and even sometimes cruel but she is a gift form pharaoh and I shall treasure her to the best of my abilities.
My life changed with a new arrival in our household. I had missed a conquest because I had to see to some business elsewhere, so one of my captains brought me some slaves from the land. The first time I saw him, he was so battered and bruised I was afraid he was dead. I immediately sent him to my healer when I found out he was still breathing. 'Can't have sick slaves, can I?' I thought. It was when I saw a week later that I finally got a good look at him. An almost adult-not much younger than myself with a strong body that looked used to labor. It was his hair that caught my attention. Cropped to his shoulder and tied with a leather strap, it was coal black until it got to the very tips of the ends which were an odd silver color and a strand of that same silver in one solid strip in the front of his hair. He looked alright in his tunic but by the way he was fidgeting I could tell he was uncomfortable. I walked over to him and asked him what was wrong. When he didn't answer, I called over Sango-one of my older servants and the house healer.
"What is wrong with him? Is he mute?" I asked
"No sir. He doesn't talk because he doesn't speak the language". She began to talk to him in a language that I had never heard before. His eyes focused on sango in a new level of understanding. I suppose she reasked my question. He looked at me as if unwilling to go on in my presence. I nodded- to tell him to continue- and he turned back to face sango.
He began speaking in that language that sango had used, only talking faster and unconsciously tugging his tunic more. When he finished, sango giggled a bit before turning back to me
"He says he feels naked in that cloth. He asks why he has to wear clothes of a child when he is an adult. He would have his old clothes to wear but they are so sullied he can't. He means no disrespect master"
"Hmm. Tell him he did not offend. And for the future, give him a robe or something". I turned away then quickly turned around to add "oh and sango. Begin his lessons in our language. That way he can be a bit useful"
he started lessons the next day after dinner. If I had nothing to do sometimes I'd peek in and even help with the lessons if sango had something else to attend to. He amazed me with his intellect and willingness to embrace in earnest this strange new world he was suddenly bound to. He learned quickly and after awhile he could speak as if he were a native. Now along with his understanding the language and what people were doing he began to suggest new ideas for the household. Sango was telling me of the ideas he spoke to her in private so I tried some on a whim. Within a few weeks my house was running in maximum efficiency. And the servants had nothing but blessing to say about the strange boy with all the ideas that still stopped to help with the process. I began to give him more power and soon everyone and everything was moving smoother and better under his watchful eye and brilliant guidance. During all these, I realized that I still did not know his name
"you" I called to him one day "under you my house has become my pride, and think I deserve to know the name of my miracle worker"
He looked at me with new admiration. "Shukrin (thank you) lord, you do me honor with your praise. My name is inuyasha"
After that we became consorts. Many nights we would spend talking about the house and things that need to be done. Pretty soon the subjects began to widen, I found he had a keen mind for battle and a eye for strategy.
I found myself thinking more of him, miracle worker
Inu/Kouga fic and if u don't like it don't read it. And please review. I
do accept corrective criticism but just so ya know I might not know how to fix the problem)
My name strikes terror into my enemies and respect into my fellow warriors. Kouga. I have my king's eternal favor enough to be happy in my next 12 lives. My home is furnished with the finest plunder of my many conquests. My wife is one of the most beautiful women in all of Egypt. But even so my wife, kikyo, is cold and barren. Some might say heartless and even sometimes cruel but she is a gift form pharaoh and I shall treasure her to the best of my abilities.
My life changed with a new arrival in our household. I had missed a conquest because I had to see to some business elsewhere, so one of my captains brought me some slaves from the land. The first time I saw him, he was so battered and bruised I was afraid he was dead. I immediately sent him to my healer when I found out he was still breathing. 'Can't have sick slaves, can I?' I thought. It was when I saw a week later that I finally got a good look at him. An almost adult-not much younger than myself with a strong body that looked used to labor. It was his hair that caught my attention. Cropped to his shoulder and tied with a leather strap, it was coal black until it got to the very tips of the ends which were an odd silver color and a strand of that same silver in one solid strip in the front of his hair. He looked alright in his tunic but by the way he was fidgeting I could tell he was uncomfortable. I walked over to him and asked him what was wrong. When he didn't answer, I called over Sango-one of my older servants and the house healer.
"What is wrong with him? Is he mute?" I asked
"No sir. He doesn't talk because he doesn't speak the language". She began to talk to him in a language that I had never heard before. His eyes focused on sango in a new level of understanding. I suppose she reasked my question. He looked at me as if unwilling to go on in my presence. I nodded- to tell him to continue- and he turned back to face sango.
He began speaking in that language that sango had used, only talking faster and unconsciously tugging his tunic more. When he finished, sango giggled a bit before turning back to me
"He says he feels naked in that cloth. He asks why he has to wear clothes of a child when he is an adult. He would have his old clothes to wear but they are so sullied he can't. He means no disrespect master"
"Hmm. Tell him he did not offend. And for the future, give him a robe or something". I turned away then quickly turned around to add "oh and sango. Begin his lessons in our language. That way he can be a bit useful"
he started lessons the next day after dinner. If I had nothing to do sometimes I'd peek in and even help with the lessons if sango had something else to attend to. He amazed me with his intellect and willingness to embrace in earnest this strange new world he was suddenly bound to. He learned quickly and after awhile he could speak as if he were a native. Now along with his understanding the language and what people were doing he began to suggest new ideas for the household. Sango was telling me of the ideas he spoke to her in private so I tried some on a whim. Within a few weeks my house was running in maximum efficiency. And the servants had nothing but blessing to say about the strange boy with all the ideas that still stopped to help with the process. I began to give him more power and soon everyone and everything was moving smoother and better under his watchful eye and brilliant guidance. During all these, I realized that I still did not know his name
"you" I called to him one day "under you my house has become my pride, and think I deserve to know the name of my miracle worker"
He looked at me with new admiration. "Shukrin (thank you) lord, you do me honor with your praise. My name is inuyasha"
After that we became consorts. Many nights we would spend talking about the house and things that need to be done. Pretty soon the subjects began to widen, I found he had a keen mind for battle and a eye for strategy.
I found myself thinking more of him, miracle worker