A/N: This is the first time I receive so many reviews for a story and I have to say that I am beyond thrilled and thankful. Thank you very much for your kind replies. It really motivates me to write XD Oh, and Sugar0o I do hope you like this little present of mine. I made this little piece of art just for you :D

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Piercing shrills of pain echoed through the forest, making the small animals that lived in it stop whatever they were doing and look towards the center of the island where their caretakers lived, usually in piece. Whatever it was that made those sound wasn't good for them. But, like any animal, they would just shrug it off and resume what they had abandoned.

Only the birds above knew what was going on, as they fluttered above the training grounds, their black, beady eyes fixed on the moving bodies that were just beneath them. Strange creature, these Amazons were. Fearless and ruthless when it came to their loved ones or their home, they still harbored that gentle side that all females had, ready to sacrifice themselves for those around them, that is, if those people deserved it. United and strong, they were opposing everything the white birds of the sky, messengers for the Gods, had ever seen in their daily travels. They all had powers unheard of, but only those with a pure heart, chosen by the "Heart" could really use them. Fluttering, their snowy wings shinning in the morning sun, the flock of small birds watched, curious, as the newcomers tried to fight for their lives, to prove their worth in front of the dominating Amazons.

"Get up, you useless creature!" the low growl of one of the main troopers from the all woman army, resonated in the battle grounds, it's menacing tones making the pile that covered on the rocky ground shiver in fright.

"Leave her be, Ayumi! She won't make for a soldier no matter how much you try to discipline her!" the tired sigh from the Princess made the red head, that stood ominously above the quivering bloody mess of the once very beautiful cat demon, to take one quick step back, her back straight as the Princess made her way towards the battling-ground.

Blue eyes, as clear as the sky above, bore down on the scared face of the girl that only groaned, pleading with a bloody mouth for salvation. Pathetic and not at all pleasurable, this sight only made Kagome sick. Huffing, her patience running thin, the mahogany haired miko waved towards the two medics that stood, ready to intervene, only a few feet away from them. Scurrying towards the fallen body, the two pale Amazons, the healers of the island, started to take care of the one that could no longer continue her assignment. Bored expressions, livid of any and all emotions, were present on their beautiful complexions, grey eyes filled with some strange feeling, though no one could say for sure what they were thinking or feeling. Ever. Mysterious indeed, these Amazons that were ruled by both the Shikon and the Gods.

"Is there another one that wants to leave this island? If so, step forward and confront your so called captors! If you do not wish to be beaten to prove that you will not say anything about this place, then do not step on this ring. I will not take you so lightly!" Kagome spoke up, her demanding voice echoing towards the three moaning bodies that had tried to make it clear to the absolute ruler of Galuna that they wanted home, not on some stinking island.

Seeing that none dared to rise again to state that she wanted to leave, the men still sleeping, thus unable to say anything about this matter, not that they could ever leave, the marks that united the Amazons and them making it virtually impossible for them to step one foot outside Galuna without feeling an immense pain surge through their bodies, Kagome turned around to walk back to the village. It had been a wearying day, one that made her rethink her position as the Amazon army leader, the keeper of piece, but she was happy non the less. She had woken up on the window sill, totally refreshed, her sight falling immediately on the sleeping form of the man she had, unconsciously, tied to herself. If she had thought that he was beautiful the other day, with the violet, rosy colors of the setting sun highlighting his features, then he was absolutely breath-taking in the clear, morning light. Short, spiky, moon-kissed locks shone in the rays with hues of gold, making his striking face even more handsome.

Taking a deep breath, trying to maker her rapidly beating heart slow down, Kagome almost missed the panicked cry coming from one of her generals. Turning around abruptly, her eyes focusing on the bodies that flew up in the air, the brunette dogged a flying spear heading her way.

"Princess, please take cover!" the thundering wail coming from the volcanic red-head made Kagome snarl in her direction.

Who ever heard of a commander leave the battle-field while her troops were decimated? Grabbing yet another flying object, Kagome jumped up in the air, her powers flaring, trying to discover where was the attacker. A surge of power, unfamiliar to hers, probably what the mainlanders called a demon, attracted her attention somewhere near her two healers. Snorting when she saw the last of the foreign women shaking another spear in her direction, her pink eyes wide with what seemed like terror towards her fate and her imminent death do to her impertinence, Kagome dashed forward, her back arching, her stomach showing as her clothes stretched to fit her moving body, as she prepared to strike. But before she could do anything, a white figure appeared behind the scared girl, grabbing her wrist and making the weapon fall before anyone could get hurt.

White clothes, fitting a king, shone just as bright as his hair as the last person Kagome hoped to see that day stood proud and ready to strike before her. Honey orbs fixed in hers revealed nothing of his thoughts or feelings as he just stared at her.

'He changed into the clothes I had previously prepared...' she observed the silky material that fit him so well, blending perfectly with his alabaster skin.

Long pants with a golden rim, sleeveless shirt with a flower design, also gold, complimented him just fine. Before she realized what she was doing, Kagome took one careful step towards the growing group, feeling Ayumi growl right behind her, her two swords in check, black eyes fixed on the pink female that covered behind the tall man. Raising her hand to stop her soldiers from attacking, her curious side making her take hasty decisions towards the obviously dangerous male, Kagome lowered the spear she had, her posture changing. Whatever he wanted, she needed to hear it first.

"I guess you have taken the side of these weaklings, sire." Her voice smooth, harboring a purring tone as she watched him lower his weapon, taking a step to the side, distancing himself from the group.

He was truly intrigued now by this strange creature. She definitely looked like a woman, a beautiful, well sculptured one, with the right curves in the right places, something he hadn't seen in a long time, but she had that strange glow, like she was more than what she seemed, like she had this inner power that made her superior even to him in this situation.

'This woman is not only defying this one, but she presents herself like being the complete ruler... A commander by nature, birth and upbringing.' His mind wondered as his eyes narrowed, the look in those blue eyes showing him no fear just understanding.

"This one associates with no one. Pathetic creatures aren't what this Sesshomaru takes care of." His deep baritone, smooth and quiet, even with all the groaning and murmuring from the four women behind him, made the petite figure in front of him shiver.

He truly was something different, with his aloof nature and intelligent manner of speech. He had what it took to be a King, she thought, that is, if he wasn't already one. And by the looks of it, he was even more powerful than what she could feel just beneath his skin.

"Then what do you desire, sire?" she pushed on, taking one step back, making her subjects spread in a round formation with only one small gesture from her.

Snorting, seeing that there was no use in delaying his answer, her azure eyes telling him that there was no other way but to be direct about what he needed, the full-grown taiyoukai took one step towards her.

"This one commands you to release his person from captivity." He grunted, almost glaring at her.

He had discovered, the moment he had woken up, that he was bound to something, something that had immense power. He was a captive of soul, though both his mind and body were free to do as they pleased, he felt the slight pull of someone at the edge of his senses, like he was constantly called. And when he had washed his body, seeing that no one was around to guide him in the huge room he had woken up in, he had found a large sakura blossom on his left shoulder, it's pinkish red petals contrasting with his stripes. He had tried to see the nature of said mark, feeling annoyed the more he tried and found no answer to it, every time another power, strange to his own, cadging his youki away, answering to his blows. Seeing that nothing would make the feeling go away, he had traced the source of the spell that bound him to this semi-human strength he detested so much, only to witness something that made even him, as cold and uncaring as he was known, to smile: his former companions, thinking that they still had the strength, challenging the women that lived on this God forsaken island. And not only that, but they were bitten into a pulp for their foolish demands. He could understand their determination, but he wasn't like the rest. He couldn't care less at the moment if he was kept on the island, he wanted to be free. A Moon Inu was no one's pet. He had no master, no ruler, no nothing. He was the one commanding, always had been.

"I can not do that. I can not defy my own gods or to break the contract." The slow reply from the woman in front of him, made his inhuman eyes narrow further, something like hatred shinning in the honey orbs.

"This one cares not for your gods." He's growl, deep and low, made the brunette snort, her head dipping to one side as she watched him try to push her around.

"You may not care, sire, but this island is my own and I answer to those Gods. Until they will find it in themselves to release you, I can not do one thing." Kagome answered boldly, her body stiff, muscles twitching under the heated ambers.

Snarling, his mind trying to come up with different ways to dismantle the creature that dared to oppose his will, Sesshomaru took yet another angry stride towards her, her frail body shadowed under his huge, muscular frame. But, even though he tried to summon up his youki, nothing came to greet him.

'This proves nothing. This one will use no special power to destroy a human.' His pride surfaced as he loomed over her, though no change appeared on her beautiful face.

"You will listen to this Sesshomaru or suffer." His ultimatum echoed through the crowd, the angry voices that fallowed his statement making his blood boil, his ego inflated.

"I can not do that, Child of the Moon... You belong to me, now, and nothing can change that." Her words, fallowed by a smug smile made him growl further, his pearly white, dangerously sharp fangs showing.

"This one belongs to no one." His answer came, his right hand swishing to her neck, grasping the tender flesh in his steal grip, his long, dagger-like nails prickling her skin.

Snickering as she felt his rage through the connection they shared, Kagome waved the agitated Amazons away, her hands coming up to cup his large, warm hand. Though his name was so cruel, inhuman and showed a love for killing she had never seen in anyone, his hands and body were unnaturally warm for a creature that seemed so cold and uncaring. Squeezing tightly, the ebony haired young woman, looked straight into his piercing glare. No wonder the four girls that one took the time to hide away, were so scared of him. Even with all the restrains that this island had, he was still emitting a lot of power.

"You do not command here, my sire. As I said: you belong to me and only I can say what you can do." Her smile added fuel to his fire.

But before he could do anything, Kagome dug her heels into the ground, the soles of her roman-like shoes sliding slightly forward, as she arched her body backwards, using his weight as leverage, and threw him forward. Pivoting in the air, his feline reflexes kicking in, the trained warrior that he was, abandoned his grip on her neck as he flew a few feet away. Glaring, cold eyes watched as she jumped to the side, her feet once more stable as he was put to one knee. She truly was more than she looked. Intrigued, wanting to see what a woman like her could do, the experience in her eyes making him want to test the limits, Sesshomaru lunged forward, using his claws as a weapon.

Laughing as she jumped to the side, her eyes fallowing his rapid movements with difficulty, Kagome realized how hard this battle will be. He was a skilled fighter, she realized, one she will have to force into submission at any cost or risk loosing her position. Not that she cared so much, but she wanted him to realize that he wasn't the one in charge this time, that he didn't have all the ropes and that he had to submit to someone, even if it was for only a while. Plus, she just itched for a true fight.

Jumped after jump, leap after leap, they met half way, most of the times in the air, kicks and punches flying everywhere. Grabbing his right arm with both her hands, Kagome twisted her body until she was right on top of him, grabbed a hold of his shoulders and kicked his back with both her knees. A pained gasp and a forced rotation, brought Sesshomaru in charge again, his large hand holding her wrists together as he tried to pummel her into the ground with his weight pinning her there. Wiggling out of his grip before they could touch the ground, Kagome kicked him in the stomach, using the brute force she put into it to push her body away. Wheezing, barely breathing, her eyes shinning with happiness as she watched him cough and straighten his posture, his stoic mask back in place, the mahogany haired miko grinned at him. He was entertaining! She loved a good spar so much that she even forgot about the people around that cheered for her.

"I will say this only one more time, woman. Release this Sesshomaru!" his voice rose from the quiet murmur it always had, the velvety touch to it making her blush.

"And I continue to refuse you, my sire. You can not command here!" she smiled back, watching as a dark chuckle shook his body.

Before she could say another word, he was in front of her. But still, as his grip closed around something, he realized that this was nothing but air as she was jumping above him, her face at the same level as his, her dark tresses hallowing her pretty face perfectly. One good kick and a surge of her powers brought him to his knees. Growling, his pride hurt, his beast ragging, the tai tried to get up again, but was brought down forcefully by two twin, bluish ropes. Tied and forced to lay flat on the ground, Sesshomaru roared something in his heavy demon tongue, his eyes flashing red.

"You may want to retract that, my sire. You won't be able to kill me without killing yourself. I wanted to protect you from powers and creatures from this lands that even you, with your immense power would not face off without serious injuries. Thus, I begged the Gods to make you mine. You are my sire and nothing will change that!" her words bit down hard at his pride, ringing so sweetly into his heart through the connection he felt pulsing.

It was strange: no matter how many times he had hit her, his blows usually fatal, no matter how many times he had drown out her blood, she never did the same. Sure, he had a couple of fresh, bloody gashes on his face, abs and back, specially his back, not to mention his arms and legs had burn marks, but nothing was serious, as if she truly wanted to prove her point.

Scoffing in her direction, turning his head around as to not see her, searching for a way out and back into the battle, Sesshomaru felt, all of a sudden, very sleepy. A singing voice, something melodic and somewhat sad, rang to his ears, sweet and inviting.

"No!" the sudden yell of the one he had sparred against only minutes before made him snap out of his daze, the bindings that held him down disappearing.

"I see that you already got to the good part with him, dear cousin." A sickeningly sweet voice drew his attention to the approaching pair, their smells aloof and totally disgusting.

"What are you doing here, my Queen?" the venomous tone of the beautiful blue eyed female besides him made Sesshomaru smirk.

So she was more capable then he had thought. Not only did she manage to win against him, treating him like an equal and nothing less, but she was defending him in front of this unknown presence. Getting up, growling in his native tongue that he didn't need any lawyer in this, he was silenced with a raise of her hand, her stiffened back making him narrow his eyes at her, out of different reasons than that of hurting his pride once again.

"I just came to see how our new visitors are doing. I couldn't say no to such a lovely sight..." the voice appeared to embody a beautiful, tall, dark haired woman, whose black orbs shone of nothing good.

As he watched the two females engage in a silent stare fight, Sesshomaru felt the pull of their powers. Equal, one dangerous that tried to seduce him and the other pure and honest, they both made him want to just break their necks. Did these women see nothing of the man he really was or was this just some game to them? They were still females so they should be down on their knees, lapping at his feet, not making him surrender to them.

"Leave this place, Kikyo... Before I get angrier than I am. I do not invade your quarters and I do obey your orders when they are right so you must leave now or risk infuriating me!" the clear, unwavering voice of the young girl at his side broke the spell that tried to pull him to the other woman.

"And to think I wanted to offer him a deal... " the fake sigh of melancholy made the lord of the west snarl in her direction.

He needed no deal, no agreement. He was going to get rid of the present 'curse' on his body and powers all on his own.

"My Queen... we must leave." The sudden male tone that cut through the heavy atmosphere made it even darker, as Kagome's eyes blackened momentarily.

Honey met golden and the light of understanding shone on the younger male's face, the tai growling in displeasure at the sight of his smirk. Of all the places in the world, he had to see his kin here, behaving like some royal cock, thinking he was better then him.

"I guess you could never stay away from this place, right you bastard?" his smug, rough reply made the two women look at their respective sires.

"Hn" the indifferent curt reply made the other silver headed male mutter curses under his breath.

"Inuyasha, step down! We will resume this another time." Kikyo bit her farewell, her silky robes already returning to the palace she had momentarily left.

Watching them walk away, gulping down all her anger, Kagome turned to watch the hatred that shone in the bright eyes of her sire. He knew her past crush and if she had observed correctly, they seemed even closer than simple friends.

'More like brothers if you ask me... Only that... Inuyasha is a brash, stupid fool with a big mouth and unchiseled attitude, whereas Sesshomaru...' her mind trailed off as she huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

Shaking her head, Kagome turned around and walked to her group of trainees.

"If you want to know more about this place, I will show you around, my sire. But you must understand that this society is not like the one you used to live in. Demons, if they exist here, amongst us, are treated as friends, equal to us. And you have to remember a thing, Sesshomaru, this place is inhabited by females, Amazons. We do not take likely to males trifling our home. Even with all your power restored, you won't be able to leave this place. So do not try." She tried to give him a last warning. " You will find a lot of data on our bond and our kind in the Library... but I will take you there another time." She finished, waiving toward the center of the city, in a totally opposite direction from the castle.

Snorting, not caring what she wanted, Sesshomaru walked away, disappearing soon into the forest. He was free to do what he wanted, and right now, he was just plain old curious. Leave the searching of a way out for later. Plus, he had to think about the female he felt so attracted to. For someone so small, she surely packed a lot of fire. If he wasn't so against a human mate, he would have considered making her his own. She had everything one could offer for someone his stature.

But that was only his body talking, needs of his more primal side. His instincts had been awakened thanks to that damned flowery girl they called a Queen.

'This one believes that what this...Princess, this Kagome, hates are the right things to avoid.' He thought, stopping to a halt when he saw the beautiful structures of the houses that were displayed in front of him.

This surely was one strange day he had woken up to. And it was only noon.

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A/N: So? How was my latest chapter? Any good? Did I explain it well? I know that I still have a lot to do but I do hope it's good.

What do you think r0o?