(AN) Mikazuki Here! Thanks you guys for the amazing reviews! And special thanks to Mysticalflame for being horribly honest with me. Lol, I'm getting an A in dance, but I can't write a proper dance scene -sweat- Hilarity..

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Captivated Amber

Chapter Two

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(Tsuki)

The first thing that caught their eyes was that the room was neatly filled with fine silks, jewelry, incense, and everything they imagined that would have been there.

The second thing that they noticed was the amber eyes that were glinting with an unreadable light.

Mirouku's grip tightened around Kagome, "Oh, fuck."

­There might be one or two moments in a person's life where their life will flash before their eyes and they'll be able to taste death.

One will hope they will never have one of those moments, but of course, hope is a fruitless thing. You hope for love you receive hatred or worse yet, rejection.

You hope for riches, you've been poverty stricken.

You hope for life... you receive the Grim Reaper's knock.

Sango moved in closer to Mirouku. She was so close to him that she thought he could hear her heart racing. Sesshoumaru had caught them.

They were now guilty of thievery. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, as the prince encircled them, his perfect raven locks not moving an inch out of place with his movement.

The candle light glistened on everything eerily. The silks became taunts, the incense dizzying, the coins- harsh.

For the first time is a long while, Sango was actually afraid. She had been entitled as fearless- levelheaded. But now that she was faced with the possibility of dying, she crumbled.

Mirouku's hand found hers and she held onto it as if it were her life line. They were about to die.

Sango bit down hard on tongue to keep from whimpering. She would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her last moment in vulnerability.

Her thoughts however betrayed her. 'Will we stand trial ...or simply be beheaded or fed to the beasts...?' She sighed.

So much for that vulnerability idea.

She forced herself to calm down and as Sesshoumaru stopped his predatory stance, she looked to her companions. Maybe it would be so bad... Maybe they'd be shot simply and quickly in the backs.

She squeezed Mirouku's hand tighter. Mirouku held himself grim. So much he'd never do... He was about to die a virgin for heaven's sake!

Kagome felt ill and light headed.

It was partially from fear and partial from the fact that she was basically seeing her own death.

That never was anything pleasant.

Her eyes speckled with a dark blue, something that attracted Sesshoumaru's attention instantly.

It would have been hard not to spark his attention seeing as he entire body seemed to be on fire.

He inconspicuously sniffed the air. His nostrils were instantly filled with the scents of the three humans in front of his, and flowers and cinnamon.

'Such a strange combination...'

Sesshoumaru suddenly smiled, "Amusing group..." Sango's other hand found Mirouku's sleeve as the prince glance carefully at each face.

Yes they truly were amusing. They really got worked up at the thought of death. It was amazing that they had not passed out from the raging emotion that he could feel and smell emitting from each of them.

But it was all in vain for he would not kill them.

He was merely toying.

Gauging each and every one of them.

The stunt they had pulled had quirked his attention, and now that they had it it would be hard for them to let it go. Imagine a fisherman's hook and a trout.

His gaze lingered on Kagome's and he moved towards her.

Mirouku pulled her in closer, his brotherly instincts kicking in. It was one of the rare times when he held the other raven haired girl and was not thinking anything remotely perverted, or saying anything remotely perverted.

Sesshoumaru's pierced him with a look, "I will not harm," his voice rumbled in annoyance, as it rivered into the room. He inwardly rolled his eyes, ignoring the skeptic expressions and took her face in his hand.

Sango gasped, "Leave her a—"

Sesshoumaru looked at her, "If you value your life, you will refrain from commanding me to ever do anything."

Sango stared him down.

He returned his gaze to Kagome as she struggled in his grasp. "This was your work, wasn't it, girl?"

She knew he was talking about the tricks she pulled. His eyes had pierced right through everything she had done.

Kagome tried to shake out of his grasp, weakly struggling to no avail. She held back a wince. Why did his skin burn so much? "What of it?"

Sesshoumaru frowned, 'What a disgraceful attitude.' He tightened his hold on her chin, unconsciously, as he stared at her.

Mirouku sighed.

They were definitely dead... Or were they? Something felt so off about his behavior. Why was he acting so lenient with them? And how come they had not instantly been arrested?

He and Sango were both surprised to suddenly hear a chuckle sound in the room, "Guards, take them away." Almost at once, the room was filled with armed men and women, all wearing the same uniform, which was armor plated and had the Taisho insignia on the breast.

Mirouku inwardly sighed, 'I suppose I spoke to soon...'

They were forcefully pulled away from each other and led out of the room. Kagome was held by two women seeing as how she could not stand on her own. She turned her head to look back at Sesshoumaru, and was surprised to find him still staring at her.

Once they were completely gone Sesshoumaru frowned once again, this time contemplating. He slowly began lifting his hand to examine it. It was surrounded by a pink and purple aura. The aura slowly wore down, but in its wake, the pale flesh sizzled and burned. "That girl..."

As his hair became silver, and his eyes completely golden, the burned skin healed over and after a minute, it was as if nothing had ever happened to his hand.

(Tsuki)

Inu Taisho frowned, "Now where is that son of mine?" One moment he was there, the next, he was running off.

And in the middle of a ceremony dedicated to him.

'Children!'

But he could not help but worry.

Not that he would ever mention it out loud, but he worried about his son. The headstrong idiocy ran in the family and of course that would definitely cause some worry.

Inuyasha was off somewhere, and so he had been left alone to his own thoughts. Thoughts which were only filled with paranoid scenarios.

He breathed a little more easily, though, when he saw his son.

He schooled his face over to look irritated. "And where have you been?"

Sesshoumaru returned back to the courtyard looking as if he had not just interrupted the whole festival in his honor. Faux irritation turned into curiosity as Sesshoumaru simply stared at his hand.

His father frowned at him, "What was the meaning of your departure, Sesshoumaru?"

The eldest son merely smiled a bit darkly. He inwardly shuddered, the smallest up tilt of the boy's lips and he looked like a mass murderer.

"Nagaremono."

And the curiosity made a full circle back to irritation. Inu Taisho was skeptical, "Buy, in our home? Couldn't you think of a better excuse to leave? People in the North could have probably seen how bored you were."

Sesshoumaru did not even bother with a response to that.

"Father, if you will accompany me to the guest's quarters afterwards, I have a something that may interest you."

(Tsuki)

"If these are the cells, then I'd love to see the rooms," Kagome gaped as they were placed, surprisingly not roughly, into a large room.

Kagome blinked at the sight of black silks over lush futons, fur rugs, a heating system, and a low table. There was a sliding rice paper door leading out into the wash room.

Everything was illuminated by candles.

Sango carefully helped her to one of the futons in the room. "Why don't you take a breather, Kagome-chan?"

Her smaller friend smile gratefully, "Thanks, Sango." She wanted to rest as much as she could, so she could try and get them out. If she got them in, she could at least get them out of the Palace grounds.

Her eyes swiveled to Mirouku who was looking around the room, as if contemplating. Sango followed her gaze, "Mirouku...what's wrong?"

He did not answer for a moment, 'Something feels off...Why were we not arrested? We were caught in the act. By the prince, himself, no less. We're wanted criminals. We should have been...'

Mirouku smiled, "Nothing to worry yourself over, dearest. Just thinking." He meant what he had said. There was no reason to worry anyone anymore than there were.

Sango blushed, sputtering, "There you go with that dearest thing! Why are you always acting as if we were lovers?"

She said the word a bit awkwardly as if such a thing was foreign.

Mirouku smiled patiently, "We were destined for one another, that's why..."

Kagome laughed and stiffly moved into a seating position on the futon. "I agree with Mirouku." Sango's face burned with embarrassment, "Kagome! You traitor!"

Kagome merely laughed harder at Sango's expense, and Mirouku let out a chuckle. The laughter only stopped, however, when a young woman around their age bustled in.

She lad long black hair, partially done in a sloppy ponytail that hung off the side of her head. She was dressed in an expensive looking kimono.

In her arms, she carried in with her, bundles of clothes, "Hello?" She smiled shyly when she saw the group.

Mirouku's eyes surveyed her, 'By the looks of her, I'd say she was fourteen... that's still legal... right?'

Sango hand met the back up his head.

He winced and looked at her with a pouty, "Uncalled for!"

The girl looked unsurely at them, "Sesshoumaru-sama asked me to bring clothes for all of you. I am Rin by the way."

Mirouku smiled, "That's a very pretty name. May I ask you a qu—" Sango pulled on his ear, "Sick bastard. And then you were going off about that whole destined to be together thing. Ha!"

Kagome rolled her eyes fondly before turning her attention to Rin. She seemed to be a quiet girl, but seemed to have the potential to be as loud as the next one if she warmed up to someone. "Rin, you said you were here to bring us clothes? Why is that?"

Not that she minded. She left as naked as newborn and she was sure Sango felt the same. But she was curious as to why they were being so hospitable to their would-be-robbers.

The younger girl gently placed down the clothing with a sigh, "Sesshoumaru-sama did not say, really," by her tone and the fact that she would not make eye contact you could tell that she was lying, "but, please dress yourselves. I believe there is something in there that will fit each of you."

With a hurried wave, she walked out of the room. Seconds later, they heard the same voice saying in sing song, "Lord Jaken! I gave them the clothes! Now can you take Rin to the gardens?"

Her slip in grammar did not go unnoticed, for outside one nasally voiced person began to scold her, before agreeing to indulge her in her trip.

Sango went over to the pile of clothing that Rin had just set down. It was

Sango picked up an outfit. It was a modest yukata. As plain as the one she normally wore, but made of more expensive material.

"Mirouku, be a gentleman and get the hell out, so Kagome and I can change. Go in the privy."

He blinked, "Why don't you and Kagome take—"

"Be a gentleman and get the hell out. Now."

He lifted up his hands, "Alright... why don't I be a gentleman and change in the privy? Is that better?"

Sango smiled and chirped, "Thanks Mirouku!"

Kagome walked a little unsurely to the clothing as Mirouku went off with his.

She rubbed her stomach, "Something about that prince, felt so off," she confided, as she worried her bottom lip with her top teeth.

Sango stripped down, "I felt something from him too."

Kagome followed suit, and folded her clothes neatly, "When he touched me... it burned."

Sango paused in the middle of tying her yukata, "Kagome? What do you mean?"

Her friend had no time to answer the question for the room doors slid open just then and a man would appeared to be in his sixties walked in.

Mirouku quickly rejoined them at the sound of the entrance. He was dressed ironically in monk robes.

The man looked them over.

"You three are the Faceless Nagaremono, huh?"

Mirouku nodded. "We are."

He smiled- a small one but a smile no less, and his face seemed less worn, "Then from here on in, you three belong to me."

(Tsuki)

Eh. Not what I wanted but I was struck with writer's block! And I really don't like this fic that much either. (Not true)

I like this fic, but I've been do unenthusiastic lately. (School is definitely sapping my life away)

New fic is coming out, and I have a yahoo mailing list in case anyone wants an email alert. I can't remember anything for crap so I never remember to email anyone when they ask. But anyway, viola problem solved lol PM me if you're interested in joining.