Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters. They are the creations of Rumiko Takahashi, the lucky genius.


Author's Note: please remember that this is set in the future, as in after 2004. Demons have been discovered in our world and have been made into slaves, hanyous as well. This story might seem a little screwed up, what with Sango being a singer, but remember, its main genre is humor! Also, please Rate and Review! This is my first fan fiction! And in case you're wondering, yes you read right...i made Kagome a demoness! And yes...she does like Miroku in here! Alright, enough with explanations...here's chapter one! Teehee.


Chapter One

Exotix Slave Trade Tour's End


Growling, the silver-haired hanyou followed the purple-clad monk. He didn't like this, didn't like this at all. The crowds of people staring at him as he paced down the auction line made him uneasy. Get them to stop staring at me! He felt like screaming at the slave trader.

Inuyasha was a freak. People had told him so constantly while training at the University. Maybe these mortals didn't know his nature, but by their stares, he knew they could tell that he was different.

Stopping abruptly, his ears went back as his stats were announced. No, wait...never mind, this was the critical introductory speech. Good; now he might learn who this monk thought he was.

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the final destination of the Exotix Slave Trade Tour, more commonly known as ESTT. I am Miroku, your trader, today. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Also, a special announcement before the stats: seeing as this is your last chance to get a slave before winter, every single one of them has been lowered to half-price starting point!"

Miroku the monk? What a name. Smirking, Inuyasha stared into the distance, dreaming of freedom, as his stats were announced.

"Inuyasha. Code#888765B4. Battle-10. Temperament-4. Obedience-10. Sexual Abilities-10. Moving on, now," as Miroku moved away from him, the haynou made a face. He had forgotten that some, however rare, liked their slaves to please them. Desperately he hoped that his owner would not be one to do that.

What bothered Inuyasha the most about slavery was that unless your owner ordered you to, you could not eat, sleep, move or speak. You could die.

Kagome smiled as the crowd moved away from her. By now, she had gotten used to being isolated. It wasn't the fact that mortals were scared of her that made her smile. In fact, she would prefer they treated her normally. The reason she was smiling was because she now had a clear view of Miroku.

How hot can mortals get? The thought repeated itself as the monk declared the auction open. Noting he was paying special attention to the slave called Inuyasha, Kagome, the only free demoness is the world, made her way over.

Moving to stand next to the hanyou, Miroku watched as people swarmed over to inspect the other slaves.

"Alright. Inuyasha, the University informed me of the fact that you hate humans," Inuyasha's amber eyes flicked over to the monk, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Point being?" he demanded.

"Just behave yourself, please. At least until you're sold,"

"First of all, what makes you think I'll be bought? Next, that wasn't an order. I don't have to obey," sighing in frustration, Miroku mumbled something that sounded like 'the University was right.' At this, the smirk that had the hanyou had been trying to hide in full.

"Fine you want an order?"

"Only way I'll cooperate. You should've realized that by now,"

"Alright, I order you to-"

"Order him to what?" The voice behind the monk was feminine, high and innocent. But it wasn't just anyone. That he could tell because the slave before him had gone stiff as stone, amber eyes wide and staring, filled with a single emotion. Miroku couldn't quite place it, but he had a feeling it was either fear or amazement.

The monk turned slowly, finding himself facing a woman with long black hair, brown eyes and pointed ears. This could only be...

"Kagome-sama..." the purple-clad monk slowly sank to one knee, Inuyasha immediately copying him. The hanyou kept his eyes on the lady, but his head was tilted slightly, so that his silver hair shadowed his gaze.

Who is this woman? She's so...

"Perfect. I'll take him," startled, Inuyasha looked up. He hadn't been listening, but it seemed she had bought him.

As he stood, obedient to his new mistress's hand gesture to do so, he felt Miroku's gaze upon him, taunting him. 'Told you that you would be bought!' he seemed to say. The hanyou flashed him a quick glare and stepped into Kagome's car.