Chapter 3
Beautiful Slave, Beautiful Master
'If you don't start walking, I'll kill you.' Sesshomarou growled, eyes flashing a faint red for a moment as he yanked on the chain still about her
waist. 'I'm tired and my feet hurt and I just want to go home!' she screamed back, hands clenching after she regained her footing. It had been
like this all day. She'd been screaming and trying to make him stop and
he'd been growling and snarling and trying to make her walk faster.
He pulled hard enough to cause her to stumble and lay, stunned, on the ground. 'You bastard!' she screamed at him as she pushed herself up. 'If you would walk, that would not happen.' was his cold reply. 'I've told you!
I'm tired and my feet are killing me. Please. Just half an hour?' she
snapped, no pleading in her voice. He frowned, but released the chain, nodding. She'd come to understand, despite his threats; he wasn't going to
kill her. Apparently he thought she had some powers or something.
Unknown to her, he was furious. The wench wouldn't walk, and she was being disgustingly defiant. He'd always had everyone submit to him. And though she had cowered at first, she'd build up resilience to her fear and she was fighting him tooth and nail to get her way now. And she was just human. He
watched her as she sat her legs tucked neatly beneath her and her back arching slightly as she stretched. He snorted, looking away. 'What's your problem?' she asked coldly, quirking a brow. 'You're ugly.' he replied just
as icily. 'You aren't one to talk.' she sneered, returning to her
stretching.
'Master, I found a stream nearby.' Jahken said happily, obviously looking for praise. He got none as the cold man stood; pulling her to her feet as
well and then began after the toad. They came across a pleasant little stream, deep enough to hit her waist from the looks but moving lazily. It was surprisingly lush around here. The trees were blooming cherry blossoms, the grass beneath a vibrant green. 'This is what I'm talking about! You two
go away so I can bathe.' Minerva said cheerfully, bouncing towards the
stream. 'Yes, let's do, Jahken. She's beginning to smell.' Sesshomarou
sneered, clearly wanting her to hear, then turned and walked away; the
little toad on his heels.
She scowled, then looked to the chain with frustration. She hadn't been able to get it off. She couldn't even see how he'd gotten it on... Sighing,
she managed to pull off her clothes anyway and then slid into the icy
water. Shivering, she began to wash the dirt and debris from her hair,
lower lip trembling from the cold. Unknown to her, Sesshomarou watched while Jahken wandered off to find wood for a fire. He was rather enchanted by the pretty, pale shade of her skin and that strange color of her hair.
He found himself biting his lower lip, and quietly cursed, shaking his
head. He couldn't possibly find that little whelp attractive.
However, he looked back to her in hopes to watch further and found she wasn't there. Sighing, he was sure she had run off and stood, ready to give chase. 'You were watching, you freak!' she yelled angrily from behind him. He turned sharply, eyes wide, to find her looking quite furious. She had clearly been in a hurry to pull on her clothes, as her shirt hadn't quite made it down all the way and she was soaking wet. She was trembling both from cold and anger, her smooth skin suddenly rough with goosebumps and her
eyes flashing. 'I had to ensure you would not run off.' he said simply.
'Bull. I think you're a perv.' she said angrily, reaching up a hand to slap him. He caught it with ease, studying her thin, delicate fingers absently.
Using that arm to pull her near, he wrapped his other arm about her and
smirked as she flushed. 'You're cold.' he said simply, taking great satisfaction from the way she shivered as he trailed his fingers across the
bare flesh of the small of her back. 'Let go of me...' she murmured
quietly, eyes downcast. He did not do as she requested until Jahken
suddenly returned.
'I have plenty of wood for a good fire, Lord Sesshomarou!' Jahken said cheerfully, clearly ignorant of what had been happening. No, Jahken would have been revolted to see his master holding a human that way, as if she
were his mate. He licked his slightly dry lips, giving her a sidelong glance, then moved to seat himself comfortably on the ground while Jahken
set about to creating the fire. 'I'll be by the stream. No need to make sure I don't run off.' Minerva snapped acidly, lips pursing as she stormed
off.
She sat in the dark and cold for a very long time, not able to sleep due to the sever chill that was coursing through her. She was cutting off her nose to spite her face, but she couldn't go back to the fire. It'd be proving
him right and she couldn't do that. He wasn't right. He was a perverted
idiot. She glared at the ground, so drawn up in her thoughts she nearly fell asleep. She was drawn to her sense as she saw something silver-white
in the corner of her eye.
There he was... Dressed scantily, to put it lightly. Only that sash about his waist hid less modest features. He was bathing himself, apparently not noting her or not caring. He was beautiful... She grit her teeth, forcing
her eyes down. No, he wasn't! He was hideous. She was lying to herself. Under different circumstances, she would have loved for him to lust after
her. But this was different. She was his captive, and he was an ass.
'Aren't you the pervert now, human?' he asked coldly, watching her. She
jumped, flushed, and shook her head. 'No. I was here first, and I'm not looking.' she snapped. 'You were. And from your reaction...' He paused here
to smirk for a moment. '... You liked what you saw...' She scowled, standing abruptly to leave. 'Get over yourself, you egotistical moron.' she snapped. He was suddenly right in front of her (luckily his kimono was back
on), pushing her against the tree.
'You're mine, girl, and you'll do well to respect me and follow my orders.' he growled, eyes flashing that red again. She had a suspicion it was best not to push him. She nodded eyes wide, as he then turned and sat down. 'You will brush my hair.' he said coldly. She nodded, obediently sinking down onto her knees and fishing her comb from her pocket, carefully brushing his wet hair until it was neatly placed. 'Now....' he murmured, sinking back
against the cheery blossom tree. '... You will sleep with me.'
'What?! Not over my dead body, you sick...' she began, though she was silenced as he placed a finger against her lips. He then pulled her against
him, his arms wrapped around her. She was curled against his side, legs drawn up and her arms stubbornly folded across her stomach. 'I did not want you to give yourself to me. That you will ask for.' he said quietly. 'In
your dreams.' she murmured, allowing herself to fall asleep,
Beautiful Slave, Beautiful Master
'If you don't start walking, I'll kill you.' Sesshomarou growled, eyes flashing a faint red for a moment as he yanked on the chain still about her
waist. 'I'm tired and my feet hurt and I just want to go home!' she screamed back, hands clenching after she regained her footing. It had been
like this all day. She'd been screaming and trying to make him stop and
he'd been growling and snarling and trying to make her walk faster.
He pulled hard enough to cause her to stumble and lay, stunned, on the ground. 'You bastard!' she screamed at him as she pushed herself up. 'If you would walk, that would not happen.' was his cold reply. 'I've told you!
I'm tired and my feet are killing me. Please. Just half an hour?' she
snapped, no pleading in her voice. He frowned, but released the chain, nodding. She'd come to understand, despite his threats; he wasn't going to
kill her. Apparently he thought she had some powers or something.
Unknown to her, he was furious. The wench wouldn't walk, and she was being disgustingly defiant. He'd always had everyone submit to him. And though she had cowered at first, she'd build up resilience to her fear and she was fighting him tooth and nail to get her way now. And she was just human. He
watched her as she sat her legs tucked neatly beneath her and her back arching slightly as she stretched. He snorted, looking away. 'What's your problem?' she asked coldly, quirking a brow. 'You're ugly.' he replied just
as icily. 'You aren't one to talk.' she sneered, returning to her
stretching.
'Master, I found a stream nearby.' Jahken said happily, obviously looking for praise. He got none as the cold man stood; pulling her to her feet as
well and then began after the toad. They came across a pleasant little stream, deep enough to hit her waist from the looks but moving lazily. It was surprisingly lush around here. The trees were blooming cherry blossoms, the grass beneath a vibrant green. 'This is what I'm talking about! You two
go away so I can bathe.' Minerva said cheerfully, bouncing towards the
stream. 'Yes, let's do, Jahken. She's beginning to smell.' Sesshomarou
sneered, clearly wanting her to hear, then turned and walked away; the
little toad on his heels.
She scowled, then looked to the chain with frustration. She hadn't been able to get it off. She couldn't even see how he'd gotten it on... Sighing,
she managed to pull off her clothes anyway and then slid into the icy
water. Shivering, she began to wash the dirt and debris from her hair,
lower lip trembling from the cold. Unknown to her, Sesshomarou watched while Jahken wandered off to find wood for a fire. He was rather enchanted by the pretty, pale shade of her skin and that strange color of her hair.
He found himself biting his lower lip, and quietly cursed, shaking his
head. He couldn't possibly find that little whelp attractive.
However, he looked back to her in hopes to watch further and found she wasn't there. Sighing, he was sure she had run off and stood, ready to give chase. 'You were watching, you freak!' she yelled angrily from behind him. He turned sharply, eyes wide, to find her looking quite furious. She had clearly been in a hurry to pull on her clothes, as her shirt hadn't quite made it down all the way and she was soaking wet. She was trembling both from cold and anger, her smooth skin suddenly rough with goosebumps and her
eyes flashing. 'I had to ensure you would not run off.' he said simply.
'Bull. I think you're a perv.' she said angrily, reaching up a hand to slap him. He caught it with ease, studying her thin, delicate fingers absently.
Using that arm to pull her near, he wrapped his other arm about her and
smirked as she flushed. 'You're cold.' he said simply, taking great satisfaction from the way she shivered as he trailed his fingers across the
bare flesh of the small of her back. 'Let go of me...' she murmured
quietly, eyes downcast. He did not do as she requested until Jahken
suddenly returned.
'I have plenty of wood for a good fire, Lord Sesshomarou!' Jahken said cheerfully, clearly ignorant of what had been happening. No, Jahken would have been revolted to see his master holding a human that way, as if she
were his mate. He licked his slightly dry lips, giving her a sidelong glance, then moved to seat himself comfortably on the ground while Jahken
set about to creating the fire. 'I'll be by the stream. No need to make sure I don't run off.' Minerva snapped acidly, lips pursing as she stormed
off.
She sat in the dark and cold for a very long time, not able to sleep due to the sever chill that was coursing through her. She was cutting off her nose to spite her face, but she couldn't go back to the fire. It'd be proving
him right and she couldn't do that. He wasn't right. He was a perverted
idiot. She glared at the ground, so drawn up in her thoughts she nearly fell asleep. She was drawn to her sense as she saw something silver-white
in the corner of her eye.
There he was... Dressed scantily, to put it lightly. Only that sash about his waist hid less modest features. He was bathing himself, apparently not noting her or not caring. He was beautiful... She grit her teeth, forcing
her eyes down. No, he wasn't! He was hideous. She was lying to herself. Under different circumstances, she would have loved for him to lust after
her. But this was different. She was his captive, and he was an ass.
'Aren't you the pervert now, human?' he asked coldly, watching her. She
jumped, flushed, and shook her head. 'No. I was here first, and I'm not looking.' she snapped. 'You were. And from your reaction...' He paused here
to smirk for a moment. '... You liked what you saw...' She scowled, standing abruptly to leave. 'Get over yourself, you egotistical moron.' she snapped. He was suddenly right in front of her (luckily his kimono was back
on), pushing her against the tree.
'You're mine, girl, and you'll do well to respect me and follow my orders.' he growled, eyes flashing that red again. She had a suspicion it was best not to push him. She nodded eyes wide, as he then turned and sat down. 'You will brush my hair.' he said coldly. She nodded, obediently sinking down onto her knees and fishing her comb from her pocket, carefully brushing his wet hair until it was neatly placed. 'Now....' he murmured, sinking back
against the cheery blossom tree. '... You will sleep with me.'
'What?! Not over my dead body, you sick...' she began, though she was silenced as he placed a finger against her lips. He then pulled her against
him, his arms wrapped around her. She was curled against his side, legs drawn up and her arms stubbornly folded across her stomach. 'I did not want you to give yourself to me. That you will ask for.' he said quietly. 'In
your dreams.' she murmured, allowing herself to fall asleep,