It all started 10 years ago, when she was 18. Or more aptly, 510 years ago, in the feudal era. She didn't understand then, why she'd tingle all over when she "sat" Inuyasha, or why his hard crimson eyes her way sent her thighs squeezing together. She was so naive then. So innocent.

At 18, all it took for her heart to speed was a strong grip on her thighs, inching just a little too high, sending her gasping. Feeling breathless at being hefted up and told she was his woman. A surge of desire when she slapped him, and the answering promise of payback in his eyes.

There seemed to be something so romantic about the scrape of teeth then.

But now she knew. Kagome was ruined for mortal men. And it was just her rotten luck that she had been transported forward in time where human men were in the majority.


"So, I heard about this new club called the Power Play that's opening up and I want to check it out. Super exclusive, and a bit naughty too!" Yuka said while scarfing down some fast food at the mall food court.

"Oh I heard about that too! It's some bdsm chain that's popping up all over Tokyo. I've always wanted to try out something like that but never had the guts to. We should all go to the grand opening tonight as a girls' night out!" Eri slyly nudged Kagome, trying to bait her into coming out. She had always been flaky about plans, but they weren't going to let her off the hook this time.

"Yeah, plus everyone wears masks so no one will recognize us!" Ayumi chimed in.

Kagome acquiesced with a sigh and a smirk, and the other three girls cheered as she said, "Well, if we go, we might as well look the part!" She thought to herself that maybe she'd find someone there who'd peak her interest, given that she'd had no attraction to anyone since she was ripped out of the past.

Throwing away their leftovers, they dashed from store to store, trying to find sexy outfits and accessories. By the end of their trip, Ayumi had found a barely-covers-the-butt green halter dress, Eri bought a backless black short romper with rhinestones along the bust, and Yuka found a flowy, sheer purple cocktail dress that showed more than it seemed.

But Kagome's dress was the real showstopper. A shimmery midnight blue with strategically placed cutouts so that she barely felt like she was covered at all. After their mall trip they stopped by a costume store and grabbed masks to match their dresses, and then headed to Kagome's apartment to get ready.


The walk from the cab they took to the club entrance was brisk, and they saw as they turned the corner that the there was already a line forming. The girls groaned in unison and started making their way past the bouncers at the entrance, when one of them tapped Kagome on the shoulder as they walked past.

"Ma'am, you can all go in. Girls with auras like yours get in first." He said with a wink, and Kagome could have sworn she saw the hint of fangs in his mouth. But that wasn't possible, was it? She didn't feel any demonic energy.

But as they stepped through the threshold, that all changed.

The air in the already packed club was crackling with youki, practically swirling with it, and the smell of sweat and sex was everywhere. There must have been a barrier up! That's why she didn't feel anything before. This was a club full of demons! Kagome's mind was reeling at the thought.

As the girls explored the club, they snickered and giggled amongst themselves. The main room was filled with drinking and dancing, and then as you went deeper and deeper into the club, more rooms held other, more perverse delights. Kagome even thought she spied a private room full of kinbaku rope on the other side of the club. Eyebrows raised, she thought to herself that she might have to revisit that later.

"Oh my god this is amazing!" Eri shouted. "Let's get a drink!" as she dragged the others back through the crowd to the bar. Kagome was shaking as she took it all in. The crowd occasionally broke out in bay and howls, and when one person started, the whole club howled. The masks hid pointed ears, red eyes, and fangs. Oh god the fangs, she thought, shivering.

"Girls, if I decide to go home with someone tonight, let me, okay? I think I might actually have a little fun here." She said with a smirk and a troublemaking look. Her friends all looked at one another and then whooped in excitement and ordered a round of shots. After a couple of drinks they sashayed onto the dance floor, twirling and howling with laughter.


Kouga walked through his new club, ponytail swinging with his confident stride. He was checking the quality of the music and drinks, calling to his pack when they howled at him, and smiling at the demonic patrons having a good time, when he noticed a few humans dancing in the middle of the room.

Frowning, he walked over, angry at his bouncers for letting them in without an escort, even as lovely as they all were. That was the rule and someone had clearly broken it for a pretty face. They were lovely girls, but it was too dangerous to let just anyone in.

But then he felt it. That raw rush of power from a miko. He hadn't felt such an enormous aura in centuries. And then, that scent! Honeysuckle and rainwater! It couldn't be. No, one of his pack was playing a joke on him. A cruel, cruel joke. There was no way she could be alive. It had been 500 years.

And then one of the girls turned, grinding on the others. He watched her hips swing for a minute, mesmerized in a way he hadn't been for 500 years. But then he looked up at her face and the world stopped.

It was her.

He caught her eyes, and took off his furred wolf mask. Her audible gasp of "Holy shit" was all the proof he needed. She took off her small peacock mask and two sets of blue eyes met.

She made the first move, closing the few feet between them. "I thought you were dead. Is this a dream?" Her small arms encircled his neck and she ran her hand up his neck.

"If it is, I don't ever want to wake up. How? How are you here, alive? All these years later?" He seized her up in a tight hug, too tight, and her friends looked on curiously. His pack too, took notice of their leader grasping onto the small woman, and whispers of "Kagome" and "Sister" echoed around them.

It was all too much, the crowd, the noise, the stares. She whispered, "Get me out of here and let's talk." Then shouted, "Don't wait up for me girls! He's an old—" the word 'friend' died on her lips as he hoisted her up in his arms. The crowd parted to let them through, and once he turned a corner and was out of sight of the humans, he sped up the steps and into his office, shutting the door behind them.

He reluctantly set her down, sliding his body along hers the whole way until her feet met the ground.

Her heart was beating so fast, it had been years since she felt that rush, and all the blood was headed out of her head and down south quick. A fact that Kouga could distinctly smell. It was making his head swim.

But he needed answers first.