Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha or it's characters *tear*
AN: Well, another slave fic. I know there are a lot of these out there, but no matter how many I read, I always want to read more of them. Hopefully you find mine to be slightly different than the others, for reasons that you'll read at the end of this chapter. Enjoy!
Children of the Fallen Pedigree
Chapter 1: Enter the Hanyou
"None of these." The tall, dark man stated as he peered at the pathetic row of cages. "You claim to sell unbroken slaves, but all these seem to be fairly worn down already."
The shopkeeper chuckled softly. "You're no fool, Kouji. Most people take my word for it. Yes, they are pretty far along in their training, but even those who crave to break a slave find these to be a handful."
The man shook his head, sending his shoulder length, chestnut hair dancing. "No, I need one with a lot of fire still left in it. I enjoy the challenge." He cracked his knuckles to emphasize the point.
"Well, if a challenge is what you desire." the keeper trailed off as he led the man to a back room. Here the cages were much bigger, and sturdier. "These are a few of the genetically engineered kind. They're much stronger, physically, and emotionally. Perhaps one of these might satisfy your thirst."
He wandered down the row, studying each individual. They were all human, sturdy, well muscled. Each one glared angrily at him as he passed. "Interesting." He came to the end of the row to a cage where the thick glass was also reinforced with metal bars. The cage appeared to be empty.
"Not that one!" The owner promptly trotted up to the man and grabbed his arm.
"What are you talking about? It's empty."
Both men jumped back as something slammed loudly into the glass. Kouji stared in disbelief. Seemingly out of nowhere, a girl had attacked the barrier. She stood, poised, every muscle tense, claws digging into the sturdy, clear material. His eyes widened as he took in her whole being. She was lean and curvy, with smooth light skin. Ebony hair spilled over her shoulders and rested at the small of her back. Nestled atop her head was a pair of ruddy brown cat ears. They were pressed tightly back against her skull, her tail, sporting the same color and a little bit bushy, thrashed angrily behind her. She growled at the pair of cowering men, flashing her sharp white fangs and scraping her claws against the glass.
"Settle down!" The shopkeeper slammed his palm onto a small button that lived on the panel in front of the cage. The girl instantly jumped backwards and twitched in pain. Kouji could hear the crackling of electricity through the window.
He couldn't believe his eyes. "She-she's a hanyou!"
The shopkeeper just grinned. "Yeah. I can't wait 'till she's all trained and I can sell her. I'll be able to retire early."
Kouji just gaped. A hanyou, as a slave? This couldn't be possible. Somehow, all the female, pure blood yokai had been wiped out, or simply could not bare children. The race then turned to cross breeding with humans. The result was a boom of hanyou of varying heritages. For some strange reason, whenever a full-blooded male demon bred with a female hanyou, the offspring were all stillborn. The yokai and hanyou numbers began to thin out, with human prejudice further helping their demise. If two hanyou bred, live, fertile offspring were produced, but each child only had a 25% chance of being a full-blooded yokai. No full blooded yokai had yet been born to a hanyou couple. Because of all this, those wishing to save the species treasured any and all hanyou. So the idea that such a valuable being would be sold as a slave was appalling. Slaves were strictly not allowed to breed without the supervision of a licensed breeder, and even then there was a sea of red tape to be sailed through.
"How did you come across a specimen such as this?" He asked the man curiously. "You must have acquired her illegally." Though the people as a whole despised yokai and their spawn, the government had strict laws regarding them, as if they were just another endangered species.
"There are exceptions to every rule." The keeper smirked evilly. "No, I acquired her very legally, but if I were to disclose that information to you, I would be out of business."
Kouji frowned. He himself was human, but his cousin, for whom he was buying and breaking a slave, was a hanyou. This family tie to the plight of the yokai gave him a sense of duty to this creature. "I want this one."
The shopkeeper looked at him as if he had just bitten off his own finger. "What? No! I told you, she's not for sale, not yet anyway."
"I said before that I enjoyed a challenge, and I think a hanyou slave would rise to meet it." He tried to hide his ulterior motives from the man. "I'll pay you five thousand."
The keeper scoffed. "Even if I were selling her now, she's worth much more than that. Fully trained, she could bring me ten times as much."
Kouji's eyes narrowed. "Do you realize how much trouble you could get into for having a hanyou as a slave? Now that I know your secret, I think we may be able to come to some sort of arrangement."
The other man glared at Kouji with hatred. He was obviously being threatened. The nervous look in the shopkeepers' eyes told Kouji that the crime was still punishable, whether he acquired the girl legally or not. "Ten thousand."
"Six thousand."
"Eight!"
The hanyou girl listened to the men barter through the thick glass. Illegal? She wondered what exactly was so illegal, and how it affected her. She only recently had been brought into slavery, a meager eight months ago. But she was brought over from a different country, and therefore had no knowledge of the way things worked around here. A tiny flicker of hope lit in her heart. Perhaps this strange man would be her ticket to freedom. Her tail twitched excitedly at the prospect of returning home to her family.
"Seventy-five hundred, and not a penny less." The shop owner's face was stricken with the disappointment of losing her at such a low price.
Kouji considered for a moment. "Done."
Her spirits rose. She was finally getting out of this hellhole, and possibly on the path back to freedom. When the men had finished all the official paperwork, the keeper came to her door with the leash and collar in hand. Rather than attack him in anger as she normally did, she sat calmly and submissively. She certainly wasn't going hinder her chance to live free, not if she could help it. The collar snapped around her neck, and the keeper led her out of the cramped enclosure.
"The collar is electrified. Just squeeze the trigger on the end here, and she'll get her correction. Believe me, you're going to need it." He reluctantly handed the leash over to the younger man.
"By what name did you address her as?"
"Call her what ever the fuck you want. She belongs to you."
"My name is Kagome!" The cat snapped. She hated it when they acted like she didn't exist. Her response earned her a sharp crack in the head from the shop owner.
"Nobody asked you!" He said hotly. She scowled at him, her deep brown eyes igniting with hatred.
Kouji laughed evilly. "This IS going to be fun!" He yanked on the leash, forcing her to follow him out of the shop.
AN: Really short.sorry. It's kinda the pilot chapter to see if anyone will read it. So.whajya think? Kagome? A hanyou!? Yes my children. Actually, I originally intended this story to be original fiction, but Inu Yasha somehow wormed his way into being the main male character. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't imagine him being anyone other than Inu Yasha.
Hama: *yelling @ Inu Yasha* Curse you and your overwhelming sexiness!
Inu Yasha: Mwahahahaha!
Fox: Hey! What about me?
Hama: Um.*tries to change the subject* Anyway, wherever Inu Yasha goes, all his little friends follow, including the beautiful Kagome. And the story just wouldn't work if she wasn't a hanyou, so that's where all that comes from. I only hope I can keep everyone in character.but that's what reviews are for, right? You'll let me know if they're getting off character, won't you? I promise plenty of waff (warm and fuzzy feelings, "fluff" just doesn't sound right to me) with Inu/Kag, Mir/Sango, and maybe some Sess/Rin, but I haven't figured out how to work them in yet (although I really want to because Fluffy is so goddamn cool!!!) *stares in quiet admiration at Sesshoumaru*
Fluffy: What the fuck's your problem? *still looking stoic as ever*
Hama: *starry eyed* Sesshoumaru sama.kakui! (I have no idea how to spell that)
Miroku: *wanders into the authoress's realm* Hey, what's going on in here?
Hama: *glomps Miroku* Wai! Miroku sama!
Fox: *getting frustrated*
Kouga: *wanders in after Miroku* Oi, Inukoro! Where's Kago-gya!
Hama: *glomps Kouga too* Kouga sama!!
Fox: Okay, that's it! *drags the authoress out of the realm* No more IY boyz for you.
Hama: *kicking and screaming* No! Put me back! It's my realm, I can do what I want! Fox sama! Onegai shi mas!? (more Japanese spelling problems.)
Fox: No.*continues to drag her away*
All the IY boyz: *sweatdrop*
Miroku: Um.please R+R, she thrives on reviews.
AN: Well, another slave fic. I know there are a lot of these out there, but no matter how many I read, I always want to read more of them. Hopefully you find mine to be slightly different than the others, for reasons that you'll read at the end of this chapter. Enjoy!
Children of the Fallen Pedigree
Chapter 1: Enter the Hanyou
"None of these." The tall, dark man stated as he peered at the pathetic row of cages. "You claim to sell unbroken slaves, but all these seem to be fairly worn down already."
The shopkeeper chuckled softly. "You're no fool, Kouji. Most people take my word for it. Yes, they are pretty far along in their training, but even those who crave to break a slave find these to be a handful."
The man shook his head, sending his shoulder length, chestnut hair dancing. "No, I need one with a lot of fire still left in it. I enjoy the challenge." He cracked his knuckles to emphasize the point.
"Well, if a challenge is what you desire." the keeper trailed off as he led the man to a back room. Here the cages were much bigger, and sturdier. "These are a few of the genetically engineered kind. They're much stronger, physically, and emotionally. Perhaps one of these might satisfy your thirst."
He wandered down the row, studying each individual. They were all human, sturdy, well muscled. Each one glared angrily at him as he passed. "Interesting." He came to the end of the row to a cage where the thick glass was also reinforced with metal bars. The cage appeared to be empty.
"Not that one!" The owner promptly trotted up to the man and grabbed his arm.
"What are you talking about? It's empty."
Both men jumped back as something slammed loudly into the glass. Kouji stared in disbelief. Seemingly out of nowhere, a girl had attacked the barrier. She stood, poised, every muscle tense, claws digging into the sturdy, clear material. His eyes widened as he took in her whole being. She was lean and curvy, with smooth light skin. Ebony hair spilled over her shoulders and rested at the small of her back. Nestled atop her head was a pair of ruddy brown cat ears. They were pressed tightly back against her skull, her tail, sporting the same color and a little bit bushy, thrashed angrily behind her. She growled at the pair of cowering men, flashing her sharp white fangs and scraping her claws against the glass.
"Settle down!" The shopkeeper slammed his palm onto a small button that lived on the panel in front of the cage. The girl instantly jumped backwards and twitched in pain. Kouji could hear the crackling of electricity through the window.
He couldn't believe his eyes. "She-she's a hanyou!"
The shopkeeper just grinned. "Yeah. I can't wait 'till she's all trained and I can sell her. I'll be able to retire early."
Kouji just gaped. A hanyou, as a slave? This couldn't be possible. Somehow, all the female, pure blood yokai had been wiped out, or simply could not bare children. The race then turned to cross breeding with humans. The result was a boom of hanyou of varying heritages. For some strange reason, whenever a full-blooded male demon bred with a female hanyou, the offspring were all stillborn. The yokai and hanyou numbers began to thin out, with human prejudice further helping their demise. If two hanyou bred, live, fertile offspring were produced, but each child only had a 25% chance of being a full-blooded yokai. No full blooded yokai had yet been born to a hanyou couple. Because of all this, those wishing to save the species treasured any and all hanyou. So the idea that such a valuable being would be sold as a slave was appalling. Slaves were strictly not allowed to breed without the supervision of a licensed breeder, and even then there was a sea of red tape to be sailed through.
"How did you come across a specimen such as this?" He asked the man curiously. "You must have acquired her illegally." Though the people as a whole despised yokai and their spawn, the government had strict laws regarding them, as if they were just another endangered species.
"There are exceptions to every rule." The keeper smirked evilly. "No, I acquired her very legally, but if I were to disclose that information to you, I would be out of business."
Kouji frowned. He himself was human, but his cousin, for whom he was buying and breaking a slave, was a hanyou. This family tie to the plight of the yokai gave him a sense of duty to this creature. "I want this one."
The shopkeeper looked at him as if he had just bitten off his own finger. "What? No! I told you, she's not for sale, not yet anyway."
"I said before that I enjoyed a challenge, and I think a hanyou slave would rise to meet it." He tried to hide his ulterior motives from the man. "I'll pay you five thousand."
The keeper scoffed. "Even if I were selling her now, she's worth much more than that. Fully trained, she could bring me ten times as much."
Kouji's eyes narrowed. "Do you realize how much trouble you could get into for having a hanyou as a slave? Now that I know your secret, I think we may be able to come to some sort of arrangement."
The other man glared at Kouji with hatred. He was obviously being threatened. The nervous look in the shopkeepers' eyes told Kouji that the crime was still punishable, whether he acquired the girl legally or not. "Ten thousand."
"Six thousand."
"Eight!"
The hanyou girl listened to the men barter through the thick glass. Illegal? She wondered what exactly was so illegal, and how it affected her. She only recently had been brought into slavery, a meager eight months ago. But she was brought over from a different country, and therefore had no knowledge of the way things worked around here. A tiny flicker of hope lit in her heart. Perhaps this strange man would be her ticket to freedom. Her tail twitched excitedly at the prospect of returning home to her family.
"Seventy-five hundred, and not a penny less." The shop owner's face was stricken with the disappointment of losing her at such a low price.
Kouji considered for a moment. "Done."
Her spirits rose. She was finally getting out of this hellhole, and possibly on the path back to freedom. When the men had finished all the official paperwork, the keeper came to her door with the leash and collar in hand. Rather than attack him in anger as she normally did, she sat calmly and submissively. She certainly wasn't going hinder her chance to live free, not if she could help it. The collar snapped around her neck, and the keeper led her out of the cramped enclosure.
"The collar is electrified. Just squeeze the trigger on the end here, and she'll get her correction. Believe me, you're going to need it." He reluctantly handed the leash over to the younger man.
"By what name did you address her as?"
"Call her what ever the fuck you want. She belongs to you."
"My name is Kagome!" The cat snapped. She hated it when they acted like she didn't exist. Her response earned her a sharp crack in the head from the shop owner.
"Nobody asked you!" He said hotly. She scowled at him, her deep brown eyes igniting with hatred.
Kouji laughed evilly. "This IS going to be fun!" He yanked on the leash, forcing her to follow him out of the shop.
AN: Really short.sorry. It's kinda the pilot chapter to see if anyone will read it. So.whajya think? Kagome? A hanyou!? Yes my children. Actually, I originally intended this story to be original fiction, but Inu Yasha somehow wormed his way into being the main male character. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't imagine him being anyone other than Inu Yasha.
Hama: *yelling @ Inu Yasha* Curse you and your overwhelming sexiness!
Inu Yasha: Mwahahahaha!
Fox: Hey! What about me?
Hama: Um.*tries to change the subject* Anyway, wherever Inu Yasha goes, all his little friends follow, including the beautiful Kagome. And the story just wouldn't work if she wasn't a hanyou, so that's where all that comes from. I only hope I can keep everyone in character.but that's what reviews are for, right? You'll let me know if they're getting off character, won't you? I promise plenty of waff (warm and fuzzy feelings, "fluff" just doesn't sound right to me) with Inu/Kag, Mir/Sango, and maybe some Sess/Rin, but I haven't figured out how to work them in yet (although I really want to because Fluffy is so goddamn cool!!!) *stares in quiet admiration at Sesshoumaru*
Fluffy: What the fuck's your problem? *still looking stoic as ever*
Hama: *starry eyed* Sesshoumaru sama.kakui! (I have no idea how to spell that)
Miroku: *wanders into the authoress's realm* Hey, what's going on in here?
Hama: *glomps Miroku* Wai! Miroku sama!
Fox: *getting frustrated*
Kouga: *wanders in after Miroku* Oi, Inukoro! Where's Kago-gya!
Hama: *glomps Kouga too* Kouga sama!!
Fox: Okay, that's it! *drags the authoress out of the realm* No more IY boyz for you.
Hama: *kicking and screaming* No! Put me back! It's my realm, I can do what I want! Fox sama! Onegai shi mas!? (more Japanese spelling problems.)
Fox: No.*continues to drag her away*
All the IY boyz: *sweatdrop*
Miroku: Um.please R+R, she thrives on reviews.