Disclaimer: I Do Not own anything Inuyasha..But the Character Cree is solely of my imagination.
Note: This is my story, told my way, and though I am using the characters from inuyasha they may be OOC from how their used in the series. Sorry, I hope you enjoy anyway! Arigato for reading.
Chapter One: Flower
-For What I'm worth-
The night air was cool against her heated skin, bringing slight relief to the fresh wounds that decorated her pale frame. It was early in the morning hours as she
limped down the long aimless street, nothing to comfort her but the sounds of her knee high boots click clacking against the pavement, a signal that she had escaped
him once more and the abuse was over for now. She gathered in her surroundings cautiously, hoping that he wasn't following, usually a young pretty girl like herself
should be worried about drunks and pimps this time of night but no one would be stupid enough to touch her without his say so, everyone knew she belonged to him.
It seemed she was alone and as she got to the next corner, her eyes lay on a familiar setting. Miroku's was lit in blue neon letters, "Thank God" she whispered a sigh
of relief escaping her lips, The owner of the little hole in the wall bar was a client of Plucked Flowers, calling for girls frequently to please his customers or himself.
She had been in his company plenty times as entertainment for his business and he was always good to her, Not crazy enough to go against her master but then
again who was, at the least she could get cleaned up and a couple hours rest. She wobbled on weak legs across the street, pushing open the black doors of the
temporary safe haven. The establishment was dimly lit adding to the seduction of the girl slow dancing around the small stage in the corner, it was a weekday so it
was nearly empty except for some regulars... eyes glued to the view given, she used the energy she had left to plop down onto one of the bar stools, catching the
attention of the female bartender. "Hi there, can I help… Her words stopped as she moved closer and recognized the girl in front of her, "Cree?" Cree looked up at her
familiar face and gave a slight smile through the pain that racked her body, "Sango...Hey" Sango moved quickly from behind the bar noticing the bruises on her
exposed skin, she removed her black blazer and placed it over the young girls shoulders, "What Happened Cree-San?" she asked, eyeing the tears that welled up in
Cree's dark violet pools, "Nothing new" Sango shook her head lifting the girl to her feet, moving toward the back room behind the bar, "Damn him!" She cursed
"Miroku!"
"Let's get these off" Sango pulled at the leather boots until they slid down her leg, Cree winced as they rubbed against her bruised knees a flash of the cause playing
in her mind, she pushed it away along with the tears threatening to spill and laid across the small loveseat. "What is it woman!" Miroku chimed in moments later, a
bottle in hand and the stage dancer in the other. Sango shot him an angry look before continuing to tend to Cree's wounds, "Cree?" He immediately handed the
dancer his liquor and dismissed her with a wave of the hand, making his way over to her. "I'm sorry miroku, I don't mean to cause any trouble for you, I just didn't
know where else to come" "its ok" he assured with a smile, rubbing his hand across her forehead. It wasn't Really, Cree was The Top girl of Plucked Flowers, She was
17 and Beautiful..With long silk raven tresses, mesmerizing eyes and a baby face. She was also an impeccable Dancer able to move like liquid to any song, Her
Beauty and her talent alone was enough to earn more than any other girl Her master owned, and to top it all off she was a virgin. Miroku could get in a whirlwind of
shit by just helping her and not sending her back to the dojo instead but he would take his consequences, He felt for the girl..So young and thrown out into the world
to predators like her master, used and abused..Now he had done his share of womanizing but never abuse and Never to a girl like Cree, she was special..A diamond
amongst pebbles. "There..All cleaned up" Sango stood placing the throw blanket that lay on the back of the couch over the now sleeping girl. "You know we can't
keep her here" Miroku reminded Sango as she eyed her sleeping form worry and sadness spread across her features, she hugged miroku for comfort, seeing herself
in the girl as she slept peacefully, "I remember when it was you sprawled across that couch" Sango sighed at his words as her days as a plucked flower began playing
in her memory. She knew all too well what was in store for Cree, "I wish I could forget" she sighed "I wish we could just buy him out..Like you did for me", "I wish we
could to" Miroku agreed placing a small kiss on his friend's forehead "But he won't let her go, even after he sells her virginity, he won't..Naraku is no fool, he sees the
worth in her, he will use her up, until there is nothing left".
"Please stop!" she screamed as he forced her onto her knees, bending her roughly over his black silk covered futon. She shook in fear at the pain she knew was coming to her but that only excited him more as he lifted her skin tight dress above her hips and tore away her panties. "Please Naraku" she gave one last plea through her uncontrollable sobs but it was answered only with an evil laugh. "You are more than lucky your virginity is worth so much Cree or I would show you what real pain feels like" he pulled his long erection out of his silk night pants with his free hand and locked her hands behind her back with the other, positioning himself at her 2nd opening. "You cost me money! And now you will have to pay the price!"
She jumped out of her sleep panicked until she took in the view around her and it bought her back to reality, She was still at Miroku's, she took a deep breath and sat
at the edge of the couch, wiping the perspiration from her forehead and the early event with naraku from her mind. "Naraku" she whispered feeling a chill go up her
spine at the thought of him. She had been gone awhile now, if he wasn't looking for her yet, he would be and she didn't want to cause a problem for Miroku or Sango.
She stood folding back up the blanket and pulling on her boots once more before exiting the room, as much as she didn't want to go back to plucked flowers, she
really didn't have a choice. "Cree how are you feeling?" Sango asked as she watched her walk from the back room and back around the bar, "Better" she added with
a slight smile removing the blazer to give back to her friend, "Thank you for everything Sango-San", "keep it" she remarked "it's yours", "Tell miroku I said thanks
and I'll see him later" she moved quickly to the door, picking up her pace at the thought of the consequences for them if Naraku caught her there without his
permission, she was so focused on her exit, she didn't see the man trying to enter the bar. In her haste they collided, her head hit his chest roughly causing her to
lose her footing, but before she could hit the ground, she felt a firm hand on the low of her back and another in her hair. She looked up shocked at the quick save,
and her eyes met with the amber colored strangers, "Thank you" she replied without a second glance, and rushed past him into the dark, He watched her until she
disappeared into the distance, "You welcome". "Sesshomaru, you finally arrived..How was your flight?" Miroku greeted as he approached from his office and caught
eye of his friend standing in the doorway, He approached him. Laying a hand on his shoulder, grabbing his attention. "You ok?" Miroku asked offering him the drink in
his hand, "I saw my fallen angel" he remarked sipping at the glass offered, "an angel huh?..How did you know she was your fallen angel? Miroku laughed jokingly,
Sesshomaru stared once more into the darkness, a view of her violet orbs fixed in his mind, the most beautiful and sad eyes he had ever seen,
"Because I caught her".
End Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the read as much as I enjoyed writing it, I am open to all reviews and opinions but Please no Flames! Lol until we meet again.. (Bows)
