Summary: When Kagome wins a small lottery, her friends decide its time for her to have some male companionship, and they wont take no for an answer. Rating may change to M in later chapters.
Shad: This is my first ever fan fiction. I had thought about writing one for a while, but I never got around to doing it until now! I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters. If I save up enough money, I might be able to buy Kouga to be my love slave, doubt it will happen though
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13 years ago
The loud noises coming from the other side of the doors hurt his sensitive ears, as he sat alone in the darkness with his hands trying to block out the sounds and his eyes screwed tightly shut. He bit down on his lip harder, digging his small fangs deeper into them as he tried to distract himself from his aching head. He backed further into the dark room, and further away from the noise. The boy whimpered quietly as a scream of pain and fear reached his ears; his mother. What was happening outside the door? He thought about this for a moment, but quickly decided he didn't want to find out as the sound of a gunshot was heard.
Suddenly, all the noise stopped. The boy uncovered his ears cautiously, expecting the noise to come roaring back; to his surprise it didn't. He opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the pale shaft of light coming though the bottom of the door. Was it over? Was his mother ok? Who had it been that was following them? A thousand questions came into the young boy's mind as he crept silently towards the door. He tensed as someone passed by the door.
'I need to know,' he thought and swallowed hard. It must be his mother removing the bodies of the men who attacked them. Yes, that was definitely it. Again someone passed by the door, he heard the soft click of the person's footsteps and immediately knew this was not his mother. His mother had a light step, which couldn't be heard easily.
'Mother…' Fear coursed though his veins. Did this mean that his mother was dead? He knew that she had to be, but wasn't willing to accept it. No, his mother couldn't be dead; she must have backed off so she could plan some kind of counter-attack. The person outside the door walked up to the door and stopped in front of it, his feet blocking part of the light streaming though. The boy crouched down, preparing to defend himself as the soft metallic click of the door being opened sounded.
The room filled with blinding light as the door swung open, also letting the smell of blood and gunpowder into the room. The boy nearly choked, but suppressed it as he lunged at the person in the doorway. Something heavy his him in the chest, stopping him in midair, making him fall to the ground heavily and completely winding him. The man stood over him, his face masked by the shadows
"Still young…" the voice said in a soft but deadly whisper, making the boy shiver "he can be trained." This was the last he heard, before something cold and heavy connected with the side of his head.
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Present Day
Gray, cold, stone walls was all he could see if he opened his eyes, almost seeming like a prison, but not quite. No, this was not a prison, but it was a prison. An enigmatic place where he could roam freely though the halls and different rooms, but never really leave. He currently sat on the plain military-style cot in 'his' room, the one room he could find peace. He opened his eyes, only for his icy blue orbs to stare blankly at the gray wall in front of him. His eyes showed no hint of what he was feeling or thinking, devoid, yet somehow managing to keep a certain spark of life in them that set him apart from the others.
Slowly he rose and walked through the open door beside his bed, into another smaller room, a bathroom of sorts. A simple metal toilet sat across from a plain ceramic sink, which hung from the wall at about waist height, with a small mirror hanging above it. Walking over to the sink he looked into the mirror and allowed himself a ghost of a smile. One of the small things about his 'home' that he enjoyed was that he got to decide how he looked, as long as he kept himself clean and tidy.
Reaching up, he brushed aside a stray lock of midnight black hair, which had managed to escape the high ponytail that he usually kept it in. Tilting his head to the side, he decided to let his hair down today, something he usually didn't do. Once he removed the band, he looked at himself again, combing it lightly with his claws when he saw something that the masters might dislike.
Yes, he was a servant. Trained and bred to serve only the Master that bought him, in any way that they pleased.
Suddenly he stopped as the sound of somebody opening the door to 'his' room reached his sensitive ears. Checking himself in the mirror once more, to be sure he was presentable, he walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where his Master stood waiting. His Master, unlike some of the other Masters that he had met, was a kind and caring woman, yet somehow managed to retain a very professional appearance.
"Kouga," she said in a gentle, yet firm, voice
"Yes, Master Niamey?" Kouga said plainly with a respectful bow. He looked at her mouth, not in the eyes, as he had been taught to
"It is happening today," Master Niamey said kindly
Kouga's expression remained blank as thoughts began to pour into his mind, like an unstoppable tidal wave. 'Today is the day, that I get put up for sale,' he thought sadly 'I wonder what my new Master will be like... '
"If you feel you are not ready," Master Niamey said gently, "I may be able to delay them putting you out on display." The way she stressed the word 'may' told him that there was nothing she could really do, but said it to make him feel better. For that he was grateful.
"I am ready, Master Niamey," Kouga said in the same expressionless voice "you have taught me everything that you think I should know." He looked up into his Master's eyes, for once and only once, defying what he had been taught. "I shall miss the lessons," he stated simply, allowing a flicker of emotion, before returning his gaze to her mouth.
She stood, silently watching him, a small smile on her lips. He had never disobeyed her training before now, and allowed himself to show a small amount of emotion. Unlike the other servants, his eyes had not dulled, but have remained with a bit of life in them, thanks to her. Had he been with a different Master, he would most likely be like all the other servants, dull and lifeless. "You know where to go, Kouga."
Kouga nodded, but still stood there awaiting her permission. She couldn't help but grin at him before saying, "you have permission to leave." With a respectful bow, he walked passed her and into the hall, starting down the hall to the beginning of his new life.
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AN – so what'd you think? Was it good? Was it bad? Please tell me in your review!