Sorry people. My excuse I was sick.

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Chapter 8: My Body Is Your Slave

"Tell me Roman, How is it that you just about die every time you enter Britannia? And every time you end up in my bed?"

Inu-Yasha's eyes opened to see fuzzy outlines and a shadow moving around the room. His head was pounding and he felt as if he had smashed his skull against a marble pillar. Even his mouth tasted like dirt. A hand moved up to touch his sore head and a hiss of pain escaped pale lips.

"Leave your head alone. You've already hurt it enough by landing on the bloody rock so don't put it through further punishment."

"Ka…" His voice rasped as he began to cough up what felt like sawdust. The shadow grew faint and the sound of footsteps was beginning to fade away from his ears. "Ka…go…"

"Shut up Roman and save your strength for the ride home." Her voice was distant to his ears.

He heard the sound of water being poured and once again the footsteps. They were coming closer as her body softened out and became more visible. A cool cloth was pressed against his head and the smell of lavender and rosemary invaded his senses. He tried again to fit his tongue around her name but it didn't work. His throat was dryer then Rome in the summer.

"You are very lucky that I found you soldier."

Roman hands moved up to clasp hers as the damp cloth was pressed to his forehead. Her skin was soft under his calloused fingers but the Celts fingers were also calloused under the pads. Her hand disappeared as he began to drift back into unconsciousness. Inu-Yasha tried to reach out for her but his body wouldn't move. All he could hear before sleep took him was her soft words. "Get some rest Roman. You're not welcome this time."

'Celtic bitch, I'll make sure she understands why I'm here in the first place.' rolled through his mind. Before blackness took his vision.

-Kagome-

She sighed as she reached the top of the steps. Her hand rested against the oak frame of the doorway. Her lips were tensed and unconsciously she bit her lip in nervousness. He was gone at the moment. But she didn't know when He would return. Inu-Yasha had to leave tomorrow. The goddess had already been generous enough by giving her two days while he recovered from the head injury.

She slowly made her way to the cauldron that held the nights' dinner. A mass of wild and domestic vegetables was being boiled into sogginess by the chicken broth. Kagome stared at the bubbling water and watched as a carrot tried to float up to the surface. She felt her life was like that carrot. She tried to reach the surface and breath but she was too soggy with all the power and hold people held over her. "Kagome, do you realise you're comparing yourself to a carrot?"

The girl rolled her eyes at herself and answered, "Yes Kagome I do. I also realise that I'm talking to myself."

Her girlish giggle erupted into a full out bubbly laughter that had her shoulders shaking and her body sprawled across the floor. Her voice echoed around the small hut and down the floorboards. It vibrated through the stone hallway, across a threshold and into the ears of not so asleep Roman officer.

-Inu-Yasha-

His eyes shot open as the happy sound woke him. The officer sat straight up in the bed and let the soft aroma of rain and forests surround him. The room itself almost gave him the ability to taste the very essence of the girl. His hand was instantly at his head as the pounding in his temples grew. "Fucking head…"

With vision that was still clouded, Inu-Yasha tried to follow the laughter. The room moved and shifted as he tried to focus on staying upright in the bed. His hands clasped around the sheets as he threw his feet over the side. Like many idiots he stood up quickly and stepped forward. Bad move. Every brick of stone tossed and turned as they tried to knock him off his feet. With sheets still firmly held in his left hand he stumbled towards the sounds from up-stairs.

-Kagome-

Once she had finally regained control of herself, the young Celt woman continued to stir the soup. Kaede was away at the village selling her herbs and the acorns that Kagome had collected.

"Kaede," Kagome whispered to herself thoughtfully. Just two days ago, He had attacked her. And the next day, as Inu-Yasha slept in her bed, she had risen with the dawn as usual. He was gone. The old woman had made a complete recovery seeing as she had been close to death the previous night. Perhaps Kaede was a good friend with the goddess indeed.

But there was something confusing. Kaede may have been a priestess. But her magic was weak in her old age. The part that was confusing was that her personal magic had changed. In the many times Kagome had seen Kaede use her magic, it had been a soft grey. Not quite the white of purity, but ever so close. No human could ever have white magic. But now that grey was entwined with green. It wasn't a strong green, nor was it vibrant. Also it wasn't dark. Which meant her powers hadn't increased.

The darker a persons magic, the stronger their magic was. His was a deep rusty orange. Her fathers had been purple. Her mothers had been the colour of the purest indigo and sparkled with odd purples and reds like the dusky sky.

So if Kaede's magic had changed, did that mean her life had gotten stronger. She pondered this idea as she stirred the soup. Her skirts settled softly about her ankles as she leaned over. Her eyes watched the fire and she ached to practice her newfound skill. Her hand reached out at the coals and while her gaze held a purpose.

-Inu-Yasha-

With a hand bracing him against the doorframe, Inu-Yasha watched her kneel before the flames as she stared. His breathing was hard in his effort to get up the stairs. The sheet was still clasped at his waist, but in his haze it began to drop almost scandalously low on muscled hips. He quickly tied it in place at his left hip.

His amber eyes opened wide as in the light of the fire, she reached out. His mouth dropped open as the fire licked and whispered at her hand. She looked so serene, almost godly. The orange glow lit up all of her unclothed face and arms. Her hair seemed a deep chocolate instead of the black he knew it was. Here eyes were so focused on the fire that she didn't notice him come up behind her.

'Her hand is in the flames!' The girl in question lifted her hand out and held the dancing flame in a palm. The whips of fire didn't burn her even when the hand had closed about the flame, extinguishing its life. His anger arose as she whispered, "Stupid Romans."

-Kagome-

She stood and stared at the fireplace mantle. It came as a complete and horrendous shock when a fist slammed into the stone. The knuckles dripped a few drops of blood as the stone began to crack. Her eyes narrowed as she grabbed the wrist and spun to stare into very angry Roman eyes. She now wished that the sentence had never been uttered. The pride in his amber orbs made obvious her folly. His gaze challenged her and demanded a submission. 'Like hell.'

Long nails dug into soft skin hard enough to make his eye twitch. The soldier was built for pain and that was as close of a reaction as she would get. She grinned as she dug harder bringing more blood from the nail cuts. His eyes grew hard as he snarled. Moments later Kagome found herself pushed against the amateur crafted eating table. A knife was pointed at her throat and the owner of the hand attacked to the knife looked mighty angry.

"You little bitch."

Kagome's eyes flared. "I beg your pardon!"

"You heard me you little Celtic bitch! I should kill you for your deceitful ways!"

The knife was pressed harder against her throat. His snarl grew menacing and the hand that was holding her throat was getting tighter by the second. Kagome tried to keep her cool but the firelight gave his body a heightened appeal. She bit her lip but refused to give in to his dominance. "Let go Roman." She spat.

"I don't think so, you liar." He pressed the knives back against her soft skin and could almost hear her whimper. His grip loosened around her throat but the knife held still. A small bead of blood flowed down the blades edge. "How can I trust a Celt not to kill me?"

She chocked but not at the lack of air as he thought. Her actual sputter came from the fact that in the position to hold her down, his groin was pressed tightly up against her hidden place. Even through thick cotton skirts she could feel his heat. She bit her lip and knew all the blood was rushing to her cheeks.

"Answer me bitch."

Another drop of blood beaded on the blades edge. Kagome watched faintly as the Roman leaned over and put his mouth just apart from the cut on her throat. The red blush grew as his chest pushed against hers. Her body was lifted off the floor against the table as his mouth latched onto her neck. Her eyes widened in the lack of modesty he was showing for her. In less then a moment she struggled, even though the spot between her legs ached in longing. "Let go of me you savage!"

"Shut up Kagome." He whispered and continued his sultry kisses and nipping along her neck.

She struggled harder. One hand became free and she swooped it back. Just as she was about to move it forward, he bit at the spot where her collarbone met the front of her neck. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she barley registered his hand moving down through her bodice. She came back down from the pleasure when his hand rubbed against her breast. Her palm swung back and whipped forward, slamming it across his face. He let go and stumbled backwards.

"How dare you violate me you pig. I could kill you before you would have a chance to blink! Be thankful that no one was here or the Priest would kill you for even talking to me!"

"Stupid Wench!" The soldier lunged at her. In his almost hazy state he missed; she jumped to the side.

Kagome laughed as he fell into the chairs that surrounded the table. She doubled over at his struggle against the sheet that had somehow been tied at his waist came undone, revealing a very tanned and firm backside. Her laughter filled the hut as she collapsed to her knees still holding her stomach. "So the great Soldier has fallen literally arse over heals for a priestess?"

She watched him as he rose and turned to stare at her with glowing fearsome eyes. Kagome couldn't stop her smiling. His words shocked her. "Why didn't you tell me you lying bitch?"

Kagome's laughing stopped as she rose to her feet. "Tell you what? That I was a priestess?"

"Well… that you're of high birth."

Kagome glared at the man. "Should it matter who I was conceived by? I am who I am. If you think anything of a person because of their birth and circumstances then you are not the man I had hoped you were."

She could see him flinch as her voice caught in her throat. A hand reached out to touch her but she just backed away. His eyes sparkled with some odd emotion. "Go get some sleep Roman. I'm taking you to the town tomorrow. I'm sure you can find your way home from there. Heaven knows your high-bred bitches are waiting for you to return."

Her body turned back to the soup and the flames. A Roman stared horrified and shameful at the back of a Celt before sulking back down to the bed.

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Hey guess what? I'm becoming bored with this story. No i'm not stopping it. However to keep this interesting for me i will post a question each chapter. The first person to send me the answer will get to help me choose something important for a future chapter.

Q: What is the modern day name of Hibernia?

All ideas for possible events in future chapters are welcome. I will never claim someone elses idea as my own. If i use your idea, your name will be at my blurby thing near the top.

Roses, Cyrun