Chapter Eleven:
Escape
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
March, 15th, 900 A.D.
Kagome opened her eyes, staring up at the dark ceiling above her head. She remained in bed, her ears tuned to the noises around her. She could hear the soft breathing of the servaliyann outside her door, the soft footsteps of even more of her loyal servants tirelessly pacing through the castle halls, guarding it against intruders.
She listened closer, straining hard to hear as much as she could.
There were seventy…no seventy three servaliyanns currently about and over a hundred more fast asleep in their beds.
But most of all, Yafeu and Nagato were not at the castle at the moment.
Though it was rare for both males to be gone at the same time, it was not a surprise for her. As much as they tried to hide the fact that they were not always about, she had found out months ago. Their auras or energies, or whatever it was she sensed in them would both disappear from time to time. When they were here, she felt them, when she didn't feel them then had to be because they were no long at the castle and within her reach.
Tonight was such a night and she could not be happier for it!
Tonight was the night she had decided to flee the castle and search out the world beyond the castle barriers. The world she could see from her tower but had never been in.
She'd come back of course, as suffocating and boring as this place seemed it was still her home. The only place she knew, but she wanted to see what she had been missing out on since her birth. She wanted to see what it was that Yafeu and everyone else was hell bent on protecting her from.
It couldn't be as bad as they were making it out to be.
Besides, she was seven years old, plenty old enough to be out and about on her own for a while. At least her mind she was.
With bated breath and quiet movements, Kagome slipped from her comfy, feather stuffed canopy bed. Her feet touched the cold stoned floor silently. Slowly she stood, eyes glued to the door, hearing strained to the movements of the guard at her door.
No one had burst through her door as of yet demanding to know what she was doing out of bed. Still, she didn't breathe until she had tiptoed over to the single window of her bedroom.
Outside the sky was dark, illuminated partially by the high full moon. Stars gleamed, twinkling bright, adding more light to the dark night. It was not her preferable night to attempt her first escape, but it would have to do.
She would much rather make her escape without the light of the moon and stars making it easier for someone to spot her, but with Yafeu and Nagato gone it was too good a chance to pass up.
The times they were gone were intermittent, not to mention the length of time each male was gone was completely unpredictable. No, she had to do this now, tonight. She couldn't stand another moment locked away in this quiet castle, servaliyanns watching her every move with her books and dolls to keep her company.
Pushing aside the curtain covering the open window, she threw one leg of the windowsill and glanced over at the door again.
No movement from the guard that signaled she had been found out.
Heart pounding, she held on to the wall as she edge out completely, sitting on the windowsill, both feet dangling. Below her the drop looked steep and bone crushing. For a moment, she hesitated to go any further.
Sure she'd survived a fall from a tree branch without injury, and the occasional fall from the slippery rocks protruding from the river, but this, this gave her pause.
Never before had she fallen from such a height.
And as much as she complained about not being able to have fun, she didn't really consider the fall she could possibly suffer anywhere near being fun.
She looked over at the small huts in the distance, many of them darkened for the night.
Did she really want to give up already?
Was she really that much of a chicken?
Dark brows drew down in a frown. Heck no she wasn't!
Stealing her nerves, she shifted, her bare feet searching for stable footing. Luckily, the way the stones were layered, there were gaps and spaces where her little feet and hands could use much like a ladder to climb down.
The wind blew her hair about her face and body. A few time she had to spit the strains from her mouth.
As she climbed, a thousand worries crossed her mind.
What if she lost her footing? What if her night gown got tangled around her legs and she fell? What if the wind blew too hard and blew her away?
It made the climb seem to last an eternity.
She nearly collapsed in relief as her trembling limbs touched solid ground. Leaning against the stone wall for a moment, Kagome took a few calming breaths, trying to cool the adrenaline pumping through her veins.
When she had regained some measure of control, she looked up the castle from where she had come, disbelieving she had climbed that far without falling.
Wiping her forehead of perspiration with the sleeve of her gown, she turned and looked around.
There didn't seem to be anyone on this side of the castle and she couldn't hear any one walking around, but still, she had to be careful. One slip up and she'd be deposited back into her bedroom, scolded by Nagato and lectured by Yafeu before she could even open her mouth to offer an explanation for being out of her room at this time of night.
She walked as quietly as she could towards the back wall surrounding the castle throwing glances frequently over her shoulder as she moved.
Her heart was pounding so hard she wondered how she would even hear if anyone was following her with the loud pounding blocking out even the sound of her own breathing. When she reached the wall, she looked back, peering over the long, empty stretch of grass for any movement.
There was none.
Turning back to the wall, she looked up at the length. Had she not climbed down a huge tower the height would have been a bit intimidating.
Walking over to a nearby tree whose branches hung over the wall, she began to climb.
Once she had reached the sturdiest branch overhanging the stone wall, she sat down on the limb and scooted over inch by inch, hoping the thin branch would hold her weight. Each creak, each snap sent blood pounding to her head.
As she edged over to the end of the tree limb she moved careful, letting first one foot dangle and then the other until she was hanging a few feet over the ground.
The branch dipped low under the strain.
Kagome barely felt the barrier surrounding the area give way as she looked down, trying to work up the courage to let go and jump down. The loud snap took the decision from her hands. She had only a second to squeal before she was falling, landing hard on the ground beneath her.
"Ow," she groaned, rubbing at her abused bottom.
At least she was down now. Standing, Kagome began to smile.
She had made it out!
Turning she looked back at the wall, then beyond the wall to her tower. She wondered if anyone was looking for her yet.
If they were, she'd best get out of the area before she was dragged back.
Turning with a giggle, Kagome began to run towards the general area she had seen the village huts. Her mind raced wildly, wondering what was in store for her, wondering if there children her age waiting to play with her.
She bet there were hundreds of them!
Happily she ran through the forest, dreams of little girls and boys beckoning for her to come and play with them.
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Yafeu sat atop the wall surround the castle, his smile bright as he watched his little dove race through the thick forest, dark hair flowing, her white dress a bright beacon for any to glimpse, disappearing from sight moments later.
He hadn't known if she would actually gather the courage to leave, but now that she was out and about, he felt pleasantly surprised though he was not sure.
Even he could see that she was as gutsy as that dead mother of hers had been.
"Do you think this is wise, master?" his companion asked for the hundredth time in the last six months.
Yafeu turned to the male standing next to him on the wall. His grin widened in amusement. Nagato was as worried as a mother hen that had misplaced her offspring. More than once he had come to the edge of openly opposing Yafeu's choice in letting Kagome make this decision. Of course the servant would never go against him, but that didn't mean he agreed with the decision either.
His agreement, however, was neither wanted nor needed.
"Aye," Yafeu answered, "I think it very wise indeed. She has been restless of late and I will admit that maybe it is unfair to keep her contained for so long,"
"But we do so for her protection," Nagato countered, "This world is dangerous to her. And if her importance became known there would be even more trouble,"
"You forget, Nagato, she too is a danger to this world," he said with a chuckle, "She needs understand why we have kept her hidden away from the outside, why she is different than everyone else, and most of all, she needs to understand the harsh realities of the life outside the castle that she so desperately wishes to see,"
Nagato turned his eyes back to the area where the little girl had disappeared, a frown marring his features. He still didn't like it.
"What better way to send her rushing back to the safe haven of her tower than the stinging disappointment of the real world?"
Nagato sighed but said nothing else. Yafeu would have his way no matter what point he brought up. There was nothing more he could do than sit back, watch and pray that this little experiment of his master's was over soon with no harm coming to his little Queen.
Instead, he turned to another subject of interest.
"There was a rumor that you are planning to capture someone of great importance, a certain someone that would be greatly cripple the efforts of Japan in this war,"
Yafeu threw back his head and laughed at that.
"You do hear some of the strangest rumors, Nagato,"
Nagato was not put off by that at all. He pressed forward.
"I thought we were not to have any direct influence on the war in order to keep attention from being drawn to us,"
"Hmmm, well Master Adofo has decided otherwise. He has decided that there are things we can do to further our cause that will, unfortunately force us to play a hand in the war,"
Nagato mulled that over silently, wondering how far his mater's master was going to push them into the fight. It was hard enough trying to keep Kagome's presence a secret from the outside world, but to do so as well as get involved in war that could potentially cause more problems for them.
He had no idea what Master Adofo had planned, but he could only hope the male knew what he was doing.
Unable to stop himself, he once again turned the conversation to Kagome by pointing out the obvious and biggest flaw in his master's experiment.
"What about her hunger, master? If she goes around devouring the villagers someone is surely going to think that strange,"
"You do not give her much credit," Yafeu pointed out, "She will learn soon enough that her eating habits are…outside of the normal. Once she has gained that piece of knowledge, she is likely to suppress her hunger impulses in an attempt to control them,"
"Is that healthy?"
"Hmmm, I don't know," he said, grin blazing in excitement, "We shall see,"
Nagato frowned at that and turned his attention to the dark sky. They would definitely see, now that Yafeu had let the girl loose on an unsuspecting little village. He could only imagine the disaster brewing in the distance.
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Kagome tired three hours later.
She had been running for quite a while and had yet to come across anyone or any villages. She couldn't even hear or smell anything that was human or demon. There weren't really any animals either.
She didn't know that the castle was so very isolated.
Looking up at the dark sky she sighed.
She was too tired to continue. She needed to sleep. In the morning, when she could actually see where she was going, she would continue her search for civilization. Turning in a small circle, she looked around the immediate area for somewhere to sleep.
A circle of bushes caught her eyes.
Squeezing in between two bushes, Kagome inspected the soft grass it encircled. The area was clear of rocks and insects and would conceal her should some stray animal come along looking for a meal or worse, one of her servaliyanns wandered by searching for her. Lying down on the grass, Kagome brought her knees up and her arms down in a fetal position.
As she drifted to sleep, her mind could not help but compare the ground to her own canopy bed back in the tower.
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She awoke bright and early the next day, and for a moment, she wondered what she was doing outside instead of nestled in her fluffy, warm, overstuffed bed until she remembered her escape the night before.
Standing, she dusted her night gown off and climbed from between the two bushes.
Luckily, having fed on a rather large male before bed yesterday, the hunger was held back this morning. Kagome predicted she had maybe a week before she had to eat once more, though she wasn't sure how she was going to go about doing it. Yafeu usually brought her food to her, and she had no idea how or where he got the people from.
Did one just go up to a random person and start gnawing on their flesh or was there such a place to purchase them?
And if she did have to buy them, where was she going to get the money?
She had only seen money a few times and that had only been in sketches in the books and scrolls she had read. She had no idea how get it.
She sighed.
This was turning out to be more complicated than she had thought it would be.
Still, at least she was out and about and had a few days before she would need to make any big decision about meal time. With that problem pushed firmly to the back of her mind, Kagome began heading towards the area she suspected village was in.
It was three more hours before her ears picked up the subtle sounds of activity.
Excitement blooming in her chest, she broke into a run.
As she neared her senses came alive. Smells, sounds, even energies rushed towards her, bring more anticipation to the little girl. She stopped on the outskirts of the bustling town, big blue eyes taking in the strange sight before her.
It was bigger than she imagined, and a lot less glamorous. The huts she had seen from a distance were ragged and in desperate need of repair. To Kagome they looked like they were quite ready to fall over at the first fierce wind. The people walking about dressed in what could only be described as rags for the material looked very rough to the skin and had numerous holes. No one seemed to be smiling, and there were no children playing about.
As she watched, she noticed something.
There were different people like in the castle. Some of them had really white skin like Nagato, and then some of them had tanned skin like her and Yafeu.
That would not have been so strange to her if the differences between the people had ended there.
The lighter villagers were ragged, yes, but their clothing was a bit better than the darker people. On their clothing were designs, colors, and they were very clean looking. In comparison, the tanned villagers wore nothing more than plain white linen dresses or trousers that were so dirty they looked brown. The dresses were cut to mid thigh and short sleeved, while the trousers were cut a little bellow the knee and held up with rope about the waist. The males were not supplied with shirts for their trousers, and the females had no designs on their clothing.
Even then, the difference continued.
Around the necks of the darker people were little metal collars fitted tightly against their throats.
Kagome had never seen one of her servaliyanns were such jewelry before, then again, their bodies were covered up by their robes and hoods so she wouldn't know.
The dark villagers were engrossed with many laborious, back breaking tasks such as plowing fields, harvesting the crops, cleaning and mending huts and carrying large buckets of water tethered to a long piece of wood resting on their shoulders.
The white skinned villagers didn't seem to have any work to do at all. They stood about talking and conversing with each other, ignoring the working people around them.
Kagome watched all this with wide blue eyes, not sure what to make of it.
Though she had read about people, she had never read about the way a village worked or what the people in those villages did. She didn't know if this was normal or not. But looking at the way people were carrying on as though nothing out of the ordinary were occurring she had no choice but to assume that this was normal behavior.
Now that she had arrived in the village, she was a bit nervous to go any further. No one here looked particularly friendly or approachable to her.
Nervously twisting her sloppily braided hair, she took a few steps forward.
Her feet continued to move until she found herself close enough to hear the heartbeats of the villagers. At the last moment, she lost her nerve and ducked behind a hut, heart pounding. In the shade of the hut, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her rapidly beating pulse.
She had to get a handle on herself otherwise she'd never meet anyone.
"What be you, hiding here behind that there house. You best get to work little girl, else they'll get the whip for ya little hide,"
Kagome jumped at the sound of the voice, her heart rate shooting up through the roof again.
A plumped, middle aged, tanned woman stood over her, wrinkled face pinched in a scowl. She wiped her dirty hands on her dirty clothing and took a closer look at the little girl, moving a bit closer.
Kagome took a step back.
"Well now, ain't ya dressed a bit fancy fer yer station, girl?" the woman asked curiously, "And them eyes, ain't ne'er seen 'em on no Agyptian afore. But ye be Agyptian, yer skin's tan and ye got that dark hair. Don't 'member er 'er seeing ya face afore. Where from do ya come from, girl? Ye a fresh slave from Agyptia?"
Kagome could barely understand the woman's speech and had no idea what she was talking about. She fished for something to say.
"I'm not from around here," she finally settled on saying.
The woman's dark brows climbed upward as she spoke.
"Ye talk with them fancy airs. Where are ye from?"
Kagome's brain drew a blank. If she told the woman that she had escaped from a castle tower six hours from the village would the woman take her back? She didn't want to go back, at least not yet. She hadn't met any children her age to play with yet.
"Be ye addled, girl?" the woman asked impatiently, "Do not ya know where ya come from?"
Kagome shook her head instead of telling the woman where she had come from.
"Must've taken too many whips to the backside, eh girl, done turned ya brain ta mush?"
Kagome only stared at the woman, still unsure of what she was going on about it her strange way of speaking.
"Gonna get ya self some more if ya don't quit yer hiding and get to work. Who be ya master?"
Kagome's brows drew down in confusion.
"Master?"
"Aye, girl, can not ya understand? Who be ya master?"
Kagome blinked. She didn't have a master. The servaliyanns called Yafeu master all the time, but Kagome never had. As far as she knew, he wasn't her master. More like her father than anything else.
"I don't have one," she said truthfully.
"Don't have- girl ye be talkin' nonsense for truth! Don't has a master," the woman mocked, "Ye brain is sure frayed girl,"
"What's going on back here?" a male called out, walking over to the two Agyptian women, "You there, slave woman, what do you think you're doing back here with that child?"
The woman turned to the male approaching them, fear overtaking her in seconds. The woman was on her knees in moments, face in the dirt. Kagome took a step back as the seemingly angry male neared. He was one of the white skinned people. He wore clothing that looked a lot better than anything anyone else wore.
His clothing looked like the soft material Yafeu wore, but were cut like Lord Jikininki's outfit. The sleeves long, the trousers ballooned out. The top was black with a bright red vine design while his trousers were the same color red as the vines.
His dark hair was pulled back at his nape, his bangs hanging right above arched eyebrows and deep brown eyes.
He pinned the kneeled woman with an intense look.
"Nothin' sir, I swears. I was working when that there girl come out of the woods and she come here and hide behind that there hut," the woman began to explain rapidly, "says she don't know where she came from, says she ain't got no master. Her mind be addled,"
The male turned his attention to her. Kagome took another step back. The male approached her, towering over her slight frame.
"What are you doing back here little girl? Why are you not working?" he questioned, "Where is you master?"
Kagome could only blink up at the male, not sure what he was talking about. Didn't the woman already tell him that she had no master? Was he deaf then?
"I don't have one," she said.
"You don't have one?" the man asked in disbelief.
Kagome's brows drew down in confusion. Wasn't that what she had just said? Was he not sound of mind or something?
"I don't have one," Kagome repeated, hoping this time it stuck in the man's head.
"What nonsense do you speak, girl? No Agyptian steps foot in Japan without a master," the man said, "I'll not put up with your foolishness, addled mind or not,"
Irritated with the repetitiveness of the conversation, Kagome placed her hands on her little hips.
"I don't have a master, I've already told you that," she began, "I came here to play and meet other people,"
The male's eyebrows drew down. He drew himself up to his full height.
"Now look here girl," he said, finger pointed at her little nose, "I've had enough of this foolishness, if you won't tell me who your master is, then I'll have to get one for you. Lucky for you, there's to be an auction this afternoon,"
"I don't need a master," Kagome informed him, "I already told you why-"
The blow was more of a surprise than actually painful. She was sure the man meant to knock her on her butt like she had seen Yafeu do to the servaliyanns when they displeased him, but the force behind his hand hadn't even been enough to turn her head. For a moment, she could only stare up at the male, confusion burning in her eyes.
Nobody had ever hit her before or at least that she knew of. It was possible that she had been hit when eating by her meal, but then the bloodlust was so strong she usually didn't remember much about it.
But still, who did this guy think he was?
The man looked at her, clearly displeased that she hadn't reacted differently to the physical attack. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of her right arm and began to drag her behind him as he walked back onto the busy main road of the village.
Instantly snapping from her slightly stunned stupor, Kagome wrenched her arm free of his grasp.
"Do not touch me," she said angrily.
Activity around her ceased, people stopped talking and working, eyes trained on the little girl. The tanned villagers looked horrified at her words while the Japanese villagers looked stunned, outraged and angry.
"Why you little piece of garbage!"
Kagome turned her attention back to the man that had grabbed her. He was rushing over, fist raised. Again, Kagome barely felt the hit to her cheek. It felt more like a pesky bug that would relent even when swatted.
"I said stop touching me," she repeated, even more irritated.
This time, the man didn't look displeased; he looked more than a bit worried. The crowd, excluding the tanned villagers, that had gathered had taken a step back from her, whispering among themselves and pointing.
"Show me your collar," the man finally demanded.
Kagome's brows drew down in confusion. Collar? What was he talking about? This people really did ask the strangest requests of her.
"Collar? I don't have a collar,"
Loud gasps filled the air and the crowd, once again excluded the tanned slaves, took more than a few steps away from her, horrified.
Before she could stop him, the man came forward again and pulled down the high neck of her night gown.
Her bare neck made his eyes widen with fear, and his feet involuntarily moving backwards. Kagome's brows stretched upward, confused as to what the foolish man was so afraid of. It wasn't her feeding time and she certainly didn't find him appealing in the least for a meal.
The crowd around her erupted into near chaos. Women began screaming, while men began shouting. The Agyptian people were hustled away, while the streets began to empty. Kagome merely watched the activity around her in confused fascination, wondering why everyone was running away just because she didn't have a 'collar'.
Was this some sort of game?
Kagome watched the people for a long while before something new gained her interest.
From out of the crowd, men came walking towards her, weapons in their hands, their faces covered by strange white masks with a single red slash starting from just above the left eye to the right cheek. Each male wore black balloon shaped trousers and black shirts.
"I know not how you entered this country without a collar," one of the male's from the group said, stepping forward, long chain in hand, "but you will not go another moment without one,"
What difference did it make if she had one or not? What was so special about a collar anyways?
Her thoughts were interrupted as the men advanced, weapons drawn aggressively towards her. Kagome took a few steps back.
Were they trying to hurt her?
Good gracious, why? She hadn't done anything wrong! So she didn't have a collar, big deal! Was that such a terrible crime?
"Do not fight," one of the male warned, "Let us place the collar on you and you will not be punished,"
Punished? For what exactly?
Kagome was not about to stick around and find out.
Turning, she ran full speed. She got only a few feet before she tripped. Looking down, pulled at the chain wrapped around her ankles. Pain, something she had never experienced before, took her breath away. It burned and throbbed all the way through her body. Blood, her own blood, dripped from wounds inflicted by the sharp studded chain, filling her nose and making her feel sick to her tummy.
Her mind was a jumble, not sure how to process this new sensation, the sight of blood that was her own.
Panicked, she pulled at the metal, crying out in pain as they scrapped her skin.
The male holding the chain began to retract it, pulling her along the ground and yanking on the skin of her ankles. Pulling in earnest, her hands beginning to bleed, Kagome looked at the male pulling her in fear.
"Stop it!" she cried out, tears shimmering, "Let me go!"
"Do not resist," the male said, "You will only make things worse for yourself,"
Heart pounding, Kagome swallowed the pain and ripped hard at the chains, gasping in relieved pain as the came free. She was on her feet in seconds, once more running. Like an animal cornered, she ran for the shelter of the forest, desperately seeking her home.
God had she made a mistake!
This was what Yafeu had been protecting her from; crazy villagers who attacked because she didn't have some sort of collar. Good Lord this world outside her safe haven was completely insane! She wanted no part of it!
Her feet ached as she ran, the pain in them thrumming intensely up her legs.
This wasn't normal!
Any wound she acquired usually healed within seconds. These wounds, they weren't healing. They were bleeding freely and bringing so much pain to her that if she had not been fleeing for her life she would have cried.
The sound of rapid footfalls behind her brought dread and fear to her heart.
Pumping her arms and legs harder, she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her. A sob and a scream tore from her throat as the barbed chain once more wrapped its way around her calves and ankles. Again, the pain shot through her as she was dragged across the forest floor, her fingers clawing at the dirt, leaving deep groves in the soft ground.
Tears blurred her vision, streaming down her cheeks as the men closed in, flipping her onto her back. They bore her down to the ground, wrapping more spiked chains about her wrists.
Kagome struggled, wrenching her arms, kicking her feet, unable to hold back her tears and fear stricken sobs. She was well and truly frightened. Whatever those chains were, they were different. It felt like they were sapping her strength while enhancing the pain.
She was screaming so loud and hard her throat ached and yet she couldn't stop.
She called out for Yafeu, Nagato, anyone to save her from these crazy people. No one headed her words.
"Such a fuss is not necessary," admonished one of the men as he bent towards her, a small silver collar in his hands, "You bring pain to yourself with your struggles,"
As he snapped the collar around her neck, Kagome felt a sharp, overwhelming pain rip through her body. Her lungs couldn't capture enough air, her head felt as though it would explode, while her blood crashed hotly through her veins.
The pain, hammering over her entire body was too much to bear.
The sight of the masked men crouching over her faded, blurred and finally darkened. As consciousness slipped away, voices reached her ears.
"Did you see this one's eyes," murmured a low voice.
"Yes," agreed another,"I've not seen that color on one of her kind before. They are most unsettling..."
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"Are we not to step in?" Nagato asked for the sixtieth time, watching as the dark clothed masked men scooped up the unconscious child and carried her away.
Yafeu, grin blazing shook his head. Perched atop a sturdy branch, Yafeu sat crossed legged while Nagato stood, arms crossed, frown in place. He didn't like this, at all. It was one thing for them to allow her to escape the tower, but quite another to sit back and watch her be hunted like an animal and carried away.
"This is needed," Yafeu explained, "This will stay with her for all time, this experience and I'll not interfere until it is time. Neither will you,"
Nagato clenched his fists, watching as the men disappeared with his queen. He felt her pain as if it were his own, felt the separation between them so deeply it hurt to breathe. And yet he could do nothing but sit back, watch and obey the orders of Yafeu.
Not that any of this was his choice.
Until Kagome came of age, he was stuck obeying the masked Agyptian. The plight of the servaliyann people who would much rather trail after the dark haired little angel, snapping the necks of any and all that tried to harm her as the followed. That was not to be so. Kagome had more than a little bit of ripening to do before she would be able to command them all.
"For how long will this continue?" Nagato asked.
"Hmmm," Yafeu mumbled, seeming to weigh his answer carefully.
It annoyed Nagato that the other male put on a show. He knew damn well he was not thinking about his answer as thoughtfully as all that. But for some reason, Yafeu enjoyed to pretend, enjoyed acting even though, most of the time, he fooled no one but himself.
Finally, he shrugged his shoulders, amusement gleaming in his bright blue eyes.
"I have not the answer to that question," he admitted, "When she is on the very edge, when she cannot stand to stay in this world one moment longer, when she has lost all hope, that is when we will move,"
"And if that does not happen?"
Yafeu pursed his lips, once again feigning thoughtfulness, one tanned finger against his chin.
Nagato resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Though Yafeu was extremely playful, he did not put up with any sort of flippant remarks or actions. A roll of the eyes could get them ripped from your head. In fact, they had lost many a servaliyann that way. The way he dispatched them with that eerie smile plastered on his face was creepy, even for Nagato.
"It will happen," Yafeu said confidently.
Nagato didn't refute him. He knew better than to do that. Instead he turned his attention back to the area where his little queen had been taken, his heart clenching.
He wanted nothing more than to follow.
To wipe out those men and the entire village for their treatment of his precious Goddess. They had no idea how close they were to death. If not for Yafeu, they would be dead even now. His fingers itched for their blood.
"For now, we will get as close as we dare and watch her progress," Yafeu said standing, "Though we must not venture too close. Those weapons and collars are embedded with a special stone shipped from Agyptian prisons that instantly subdue the powers of an Agyptian,"
Yafeu's lips twitched, eyes ablaze with humor.
"Even I am not immune to its effects," he admitted, "But for Kagome, I have no idea what sort of reaction she will have to it. I am itching to find out though,"
Nagato let loose an inaudible sigh. He was not so eager to see said effects. He had no doubt they would cause his little mistress more pain than good.
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I really do hope that you enjoyed this chapter! I knew this is a slow moving romance, but I hope you all stick with it and just enjoy the events leading up to the romance. We'll get there, promise!
To the anonymous reviewer "a"- Thank you for your review! I do hope you continue to enjoy it!
Darkness living in Hope – Well I am very flattered to hear that! I'm glad you like the Kagome portrayal. I know it's really different, but I'm trying to make it work! Hope you continue to enjoy the chapter!
blooboboboobobob – I'm glad you're loving it so far. I'm trying to learn from my mistakes in my first story "Angel" and hopefully write this one a little better. And no, you didn't miss the explanation about Izaoi at all. I haven't gotten to that part yet. I will later though XD.
Chez- I am extremely happy that you think so! Ya making me blush! Hope you continue to enjoy the story!
MaiStar- Well thank you for saying so! Please continue to enjoy.
MariisCa- Well I do try not to disappoint my readers and I am glad you happen to be one that is satisfied so far. Thank you!
medi- Awwww, thanks! I'm not sure why more people don't write reviews, but really, what can you do? Bu like I said, I know this is slow moving, but I still wanted to write it this way because it seems a bit more interesting. I'm glad you hung in there!
Thank you all! Please review!
Laters!
~Sessakag