-I would have put up a chapt. for both lost within and this one yesterday but my bot (computer) wouldn't let me....it went something like this...
on internet. fanfic.net...fanfic.net...FANFIC.NET....-.-* shut bot off. turn bot on. internet. fanfic.net....*breathe deep....1...2...3...fanfic.net...-.-* : ( *punches the tower* (trust me, it hurts your hand more than the computer.)
and so on...

Since I don't know japanese currency very well I'm making up my own, or more like the youkai's currency, (wanting to rid themselves of human things)

a single Venle: about $700,000,000 us dollars...
a single Noer(nO eR): about 700,000 us dollars...
a single Xev(Z eV): about 7,000

Ruling Youkai

Chapter 2: Slave Markets

"Kodosa," Kagome said flatly as she helped him with the injured, healing the wounds with a touch of her hand and her miko powers.

"I know 'Gome, I just got wind of it," Kodosa said through clenched teeth, "Several slave markets have just opened up in tokyo."

"Slave markets? What are those?" A young woman asked, she wore gauze around her skull, a few strips covering the bloody patches over her eyes.

Kagome had been unable to fully heal the now permanantly blind woman, for her wounds had been filled with poison, they had been there too long for her to heal them completely, but at least the woman still had her life. But even in these days, it wasn't something worth much any more.

"It's where those filthy youkai bring there slaves to sell, barter, and put them up for auction. Then buying one's they've taken a fancy too." Kodosa practically spat the words out that dripped with loathe and disgust.

Kagome studied her shrine, her home...her sanctuary; but with dull eyes of steely ice. Her heart was no longer worn on her sleeve, except for the rare times she'd cried, like today. They'd caught her off gaurd, Kezosana and Hojo had been up top, collecting food and water for those in the sanctuary. The two hadn't stuck out, for Kagome had constructed fake id collars for them, stating there rank and privelages and so on... She'd written them up so that when a youkai read the collar and the name of the owner, they left them alone. But this time they had known.

'But how?' Kagome thought as she headed off to her bathroom, drawing a warm bubble bath, stripping off her garments deftly, stepping into the lukewarm water, leaning against the old white porcelin tub.

"They couldn't have possibly known they were fakes," Kagome thought aloud, releasing a deep sigh as she rested her head against the side.

"Unless they checked with the owners themselves." A familiar voice in the doorway said.

Kagome's head snapped sharply to the doorway, Hojo stood watching her, his eyes full of obvious lust and boyish ignorance at the pink tinge on his cheeks. Her eyes narrowed, sitting up within an instant she grabbed the conditioner bottle and threw it at his head, screaming at the top of his lungs as she did so,

"HENTAI! GET OUT YOU PERVERT!!!"

Hojo was too slow to move as the heavy bottle of conditioner smacked into his forehead, he fell to the floor...unconscious.

"Keh! Weak." Kagome snorted to herself as she stood up abruptly; an idea forming in her mind.

They had taken Kezosana's life, and the human races's freedom; Kagome knew that even her little sanctuary would eventually fall and her death would be in vain, for the slavery would never end until the last youkai was destroyed. Her face became solemn and expressionless as she headed towards the main hall after dressing herself.

If she were to die, she would give others the chance to live with what little freedom she could give them; her target, was the slave market forty miles west of the sanctuary.

"Kodosa!" Kagome called over the group of what few, able men that still breathed.

She glanced around her, dozens of women were heavy with children; the men and women needed more men, and more humans to live on, no one complained, everyone excepted this as men slept with women, each one trying the next to bear children.

She herself had denied several, Hojo in particular having been denied several thousand times... -.-;

"Yeah?" He called gruffly, setting down a large sword similar to the appearance of the tenseiga.

"We're going to ambush the slave market tomorrow at noon, and kill as many youkai as we can." Kagome said tonelessly.

A loud cheer erupted inside the small dining hall, shouts of agreement filled with hate for all youkai. Everyone cheered; they craved the death of youkai, needed it, wanted it, lusted for it; it made kagome sick.

"We can't." Kodosa's cold voice said above the din.

Everyone shut up and glared at Kodosa, some with questioning glances of disbelief, others with disgust. The one person who hated youkai more than anything in the world and the next was the man who had said no.

"Because The Ruling Youkai will be there, it is the market with only the best flesh to auction and buy." Kodosa spat disgustedly.

"All the more reason to go, we shall kill the three whom are responsible for this." Kagome said, "I will go there now to scope it out, we need a careful plan to bring back the fathers for all these children." She said with a wave of her hand at the women with swollen bellies.

"Not alone 'Gome." Kodosa said as he strapped his sword onto his back.

"Yes alone, you've been targeted, we can't lose you yet to these youkai Kodosa." Kagome said as she motioned at the rather large, single cut at the base of his neck and ended at his breast plate, a simple mark to track and target humans that've caught the eye's of youkai.

He cursed under his breath as Kagome faded into the shadows; disappearing up top.

As Kagome exited an abandoned house she looked around, a few youkai walking down the streets, there slaves trailing behind dutifuly. Cupping her hands to her lips in a strange position she moistened her lips and blew threw her hands three times, the sound of a small bird escaped her hands to echo into the starry sky.

A large midnight black stallion materialized in front of her, it's black coat shining beautifuly from the rays of the glowing moon. It pawed the ground, it's large black eyes staring into her green-blue ones.

Without warning she jumped onto the youkai's back, grabbing a fistfull of the silky black mane, she nuzzled her face into it briefly, "It's good to see you Ryo," Kagome murmured into the stallions mane. Ryo launched into the air, galloping in the air towards there destination.

Ryo was a youkai stallion, he could not take on a human form like most youkai, for he'd been cursed to remain as he was for being kind to his slaves. For Ryo bought many slaves, being a rich youkai. When no youkai was near he'd help his slaves regain there hope, giving them what freedom he could, doting on each one affectionately, practically being at there beck'an'call. Other times he trained them to defend themselves, to render a youkai unconscious long enough to get away, and taught them to act like servants, place dirt in the right places, to wear their tattered clothes, and act submissive and hopeless when youkai were around.

But in the end he'd been discovered by TRY (The Ruling Youkai) sentenced to an immortal life as a stallion unable to speak, just to be that of a horse; his slaves had been killed. It was better to be killed than be a slave to a sadistic youkai, so they'd been lucky to have swift deaths.

Kagome jumped from Ryo's back and landed soundlessly on top of one of the human cages, they slept soundly, there dreams undisturbed by her presance.

The area was large, spacious, and rather old fashioned. Several tent-houses were scattered everywhere; dozens of large selling booths made a pathway down to the auction blocks, where the humans were paraded about, some even enjoying it as they saw youkai bid up to at least seventeen noers.

Kagome's lip curled in disgust as she saw a rather slutty looking slave pur some youkai's name with lust. She seriously considered vomitting right about then, but then again, not all youkai were bad. She shrugged, at least she was one of the few who had it good.

She knew the Try government members would be sitting in the three large, nicely made chairs that sat on a large dais in the back of the auctioning blocks, behind the nonexistant crowd in the empty areas.

Kagome's ears picked up a rustling in the tents, she back flipped onto the roof of the dais and drew her dagger that had been bathed in poison. She heard bits and pieces of the conversation dealing with the orginazation of the markets, she was listening earnestly, straining her ears and her senses; it wasn't the conversation that intrigued her, it was the voices.

There were two, the first was rather young, his voice still boyish and full of youth, the other was cold. They spoke to each other as if they were old acquiantances, or frequent ones, the cold voice was extremely familiar to her, the voice was a bit pompous, or at least the speaker knew exactly what he was capable of, and very sure of himself.

She crawled closer towards the voices, still on the roof, very close to the edge now. There was a slit in the tent as the two conversed, the boyish voice belonged to the shadow on the tent of the wall that paced back and forth restlessly and the other was an unmoving shadow, still and stoic.

Scooting forward a bit and craning her neck, she wanted to match the voices to the faces. She wanted to know who they were. It was knawing at her, as if she knew them both but she couldn't think of it.

A streak of red-brown fur she saw of the young man as he passed the slit in the tent. The still figure moved towards the slit, as if noticing it, he then passed it, picking up a shadow that she took as a sword.

Kagome froze instantly, the breath caught in her throat; it wasn't the sword that caught her attention or froze her into place. She'd seen something she hadn't seen since the fuedal era. She knew it had to be one of them, for only THEY had that color.

The figure passed by the small slit again, a flash of silver hair burned her eyes again.

-that's chapter two, it wasn't actually supposed to come out like this but I'll have to do the rest of the stuff in the next chapters. To those that read and reviewed the Lost Within fic, I'll write the next chapter and post it tomorrow, my back is killing me and i need serious sleep, I've survived the entire past two weeks on a maximum of 4 and a half hours of sleep...it's now deciding to kill me... T.T ...oh well... r/r or no new chap. night *yawnz, curlz up in the large cussioned chair on the dais and falls asleep* -