Dirty Blood
Chapter Two
By: Kitsune Mist
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Hands, rough sturdy hands held her in a tight hug as her best friend Makimo embraced her, and tried to comfort her. Though he joked with Kama, and teased her all the time, he really truly laved her, and would do anything in his power to make her happy. "Shhhh" He hushed down her swearing and nasty words about the Master Demons. He rubbed her back and whispered comforting words into her ear, which made her laugh.
That was one thing she loved about him, he could always make her laugh, and he knew exactly what to say, and when to say it. She got up with the help of Makimo, brushed off her dress and went to wipe off all her makeup. Her face was blotched and her eyes red as blood. She looked into the mirror, and though to her self things that are not health for one to think. She was tired of this life, she wanted to leave it, leave it behind, but she couldn't get the picture of Miki playing in the dirt, a huge smile on her face, yelling for her to join out of her head, some times she though 'If it wasn't for that little girl, I wouldn't be alive'
"Are you all right dear?" The old woman who had made her look like a doll came up to comfort her, but Kama pushed away, and stared to cry again. She ran to her tent eyes watering.
Kama refused to leave her tent for days, she had slit a cut from her wrist to her elbow along a vain, and it was supposed that it would kill you. She didn't want to let the dirty monster get better of her, so she bandaged herself up, and wouldn't leave her tent till she knew they were all gone, the monsters that is . Her cut hadn't healed, and it still bleeds, she feared for her life, but deep inside she knew she would prevail. Every day Miki would bring her food and water.
Finally when Kama emerged, she was surprised to hear that her master had killed the worst of all the masters, apparently they got in a fight because he refused to sell Kama. She was informed that the master wanted to see her as soon as she emerged. She assumed he wanted to talk to her, and he probably wanted her to heal him, for that was the one thing that set her apart from other humans, her gift the heal.
Kama could heal almost anyone, of anything but death, and sometimes even that. She was taken to her master's chamber by a small toad like animal.
"The Master has been expecting you" He smiled rottenly "he is most displeased" He had a look of grim satisfaction as he clutched his walking stick which bore three heads on it. He opened the huge doors to a poorly lit chamber. A large chair sit in front of a fireplace a huge rug made out of fur lay on the ground and smoke filled the room. Kama stood in the door way staring at the room, it was so empty, all the other rooms in the manner were very richly decorated with candles, heads of game, and very expensive articles littered walls and floors, but the room that should be the most glorious was almost as dim as the slaves' chambers. Silver hair glowed from the huge chair which healed her master.
Jaken gave her a little nudge wit his stick and she walked forward to a small chare placed besides the master's chair. Few slaved talked to the master in person, and those who did were certain to die. She sat down and looked at her master, waiting for him to recognize her. She stared at his sliver hair in aw. 'It's so beautiful' she thought. She studied his face. He has ivory skin and two purple stripes across his face. 'How could some one this delicate and… well beautiful be so horrible' she sat mystified, searching his every inch with curiosity.
"Well aren't you the pretty one?" Her master searched her face. "I can see why he wanted you." The demon looked into her blue eyes a serous look on his face. "As you might know he wanted to buy you…" He trailed off and looked at her.
"Why did you refuse him?" She had wanted to know this for quite some time. She stared at him and he stared back, his goleden eyes sank into her, searching thorough her thoughts.
"Because I knew you would most likely kill yourself, and what's the point of loosing a good slave?" His answer satisfied. She looked into the fired and spaced out.
She looked at his arm it had scrapes all over, and his arm chair was drenched with blood, though his wounds had healed.
Sesshoumaru picked up her arm and unraveled the bandage she had around her entire wrist. "I see you tried anyway" She tried to pull her arm away but he slammed it down onto the arm rest of his chair that was drenched with blood. The fabric tore her cut and it stung, she screamed. Sesshoumaru looked at her intently "do not pull anything away from me, EVER" he dismissed her, and she walked to her tent and fell asleep, she dreamed about a beautiful demon with raven black hair, red eyes, and claws of steal, but when she awoke the next morning, she did not remember her dream at all.
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Im sorry the chapter is so short, writes block and stupid home work is making it hard for me to finish any of my stories, but the more reviews , the faster it goes so press that little button at the bottom of the screen and send me a line. I will try to update as soon as possible J
