Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Iffin anybody knows how to get to the status of owning Miroku or Sesshomaru, please let me know. I will pay in nice crisp American dollars.

HEY! I'm back. This is chappie numero dos. Er, chapter two. -_^ JOY! SIX REVIEWS! HELL YA!! Keep em coming!!!!!!!!

Here are my answers to the reviews I received:

Sara1664: U ride? AWESOME! SO DO I!!! I ride english. Random fact: I just had a kick butt lesson today. i rode an appendix quarter horse. his name is Levi. he's my "boifriend". well, he thinks he is. we jumped a little over 2 feet today. joy. he did really well- we were practicing show jumping turns. grrrrrrrr! k sorry back to my answer. ugh, so fun x3!!!! so fun so fun so fun!!! danka for the wonderful review! short 'n sweet! (chibi 'n kawaii!)

TiarellaCordifolia: THANK U FOR READING MY STORY!!!!! SUCH AN AWESOME AUTHOR!!!!! GO U!!!!! UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE!!!!! Thank u for the complements. Here is a piece of e-pocky for u!!!!! pocky pocky pocky!!! yummy! almost as kawaii as Sesshomaru, eh? True, is it not?????? k for italics: u go up to the italics button on a normal word document, type the italic sentence. have a html file ready & saved. when u save ur progress on the word doc, save it under the html file. go onto the fanfic website & download- the italics should be there. ur welcome! UPDATE!!!!!!

friend of shippou: hey im a friend of shippou too! random ^_^ i cannot express how glad i am that u like my story! i will try to not let u down. this is for u! *toasts sake glass into air* to sango! ok its over im sorry im sooooo messed!!!!!!!!!

Manslayer-of-Hades: why yes, i DO use words over and over! (japanese words, that is) i like new words! i like to think it improves my vocabulary! go me woo! hey guess what? OUR FOOTBALL TEAM IS STATE CHAMPION!!!! ok SO RANDOM but yeah we are!!

Tsuime Yanagate: Is that how u spell ur name? sorry, i write down all de stuff that ppl review to me, and i cant read my handwriting worth a shoksh. so yeah. BUT HEY- JOY! PERMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ur stuff is so kewl! cant wait to incorporate it!!!!! u r very, very welcome! i no i no i no! is Chani not one of the cutest pet names u have EVER heard? its so kawaii- Miroku gives a slave a name that means Missy! *Sniff and happy snuffles* joy and rapture! thank u for answering/reviewing me!

CerseiTear: Kewl name! ya no what? i cant wait to see where this is going either!!!!!!!! i never plot out my stories- i always just sit down, review my last chapter, and start by typing the disclaimer. i go from there!!!! so, um, *coughs* there IS no plot... but to hell with it! as they say on adult swim, for one half-hour serving of Inuyasha:

1 part demon

1/2 human

Add one Japanese Schoolgirl

Throw in well, mix

Sprinkle in action and sexual tension... T_T

Enjoy!!!!!!!

Did u see any mention of a plot? nope! then i must be doing it right!!!!

Well on to the story!!!!!!!

~FluffyLemonn

*A Slave To One's Fears*

*Chapter 2*

Coming from me, you'd have never thought

That I could rebel...

Well I have.

And I do.

And I will.

And I'm not giving up until you're dead on the ground.

"Here we are Lord Miroku-san." Sango bowed, then opened the door. Miroku went in, eyeing the swords and paintings on the walls of Naraku's personal den. Expensive, and so like Naraku. Naraku himself was lounging on a couch, absentmindedly flipping through a book of records. He took no notice of them. Sango quietly shut the door. Taking a breath, she spoke softly.

"Lord Naraku-sama, this lowly servant presents to his gracing presence Lord Miroku-san." Naraku looked up. For a moment, his face showed nothing but a blank. That all changed when he saw the girl. Almost immediately, his features hardened. Frowning, he gestured to Sango.

"Come here, wench." Sango obeyed, trembling. She desperately got her legs moving, telling herself that she would be fine and nothing would happen. He just wanted to she her condition was all. She hesitantly floated over to the hanyou's side. Dropping to her knees, she touched her forehead to the ground. She held her breath, hoping to Kami that nothing would be amiss in Naraku's eyes. Naraku studied her with an amused look on his face, much like a cat eyeing a mouse in its paws.

"I will see you tonight, wench. Go now and finish your work." Sango began to tremble again. Tonight? But she was not yet ready for such an intrusion... Her body, both physically and emotionally, needed healing... Naraku must have known that. Was he trying to kill her? Dark feelings swept her ever-trembling body. Miroku was shocked. How could he treat the poor slave girl like this? She was obviously terrified- and the way he spoke, she definitely had a reason to be. This wasn't right- yes, she was a slave, but she did have feelings and such!

Sensing her despair and fear, Naraku snarled.

"Stand!" Sango did as he asked. For a moment, all was still and the three held bated breath. Suddenly, out of the blue, Naraku struck with such speed neither Sango nor Miroku, who was staring in disbelief, foresaw it. The next thing Sango knew, she was on the ground. She looked stunned. Her forehead began to bleed almost immediately. She clasped a hand up to it, and, upon pulling it away, gasped at the glossy red spread on her fingers. Naraku sneered and put away the leather whip he had just struck her brutally across the head with. Motioning to the door, he glared at the bleeding girl's back as she shuffled from the room, holding her forehead in her hands. The blood began to seep through.

"I will be ready at seven. Come to my room. Be late and you will be twice as worse off come morning." Sango disappeared around the corner. Miroku thought he heard her drop to her knees halfway down the hall and begin lamenting and crying. If Naraku noticed, he gave no sign. Smiling pleasantly, as thought the entire ordeal had not just happened, he turned to the monk.

"Ah, Miroku, old friend. Please, sit down. So sorry about that wench interrupting- she is such a nuisance." Miroku plastered a smile on his face. He really could not believe how cold Naraku could be some times. He pressed the subject of the slave girl in fake boredom, as though he saw this every day.

"Come now, Naraku, I was quite- interested- in that little show of behavior. How old is that slave? She can't be more then twenty-" Naraku waved his hand and cut him off, giving a small 'hmph'.

"Try fifteen, actually. Turns sixteen tomorrow, I believe." Miroku's jaw dropped. Fif- Sixteen? That girl is only three years younger then I! (A/N: Sango really IS 15/16 in the show- and Miroku really IS 19/20!!! Scary...) Amazing. Her eyes gave her a look of at least a twenty year old overly mature adult. He quickly regained his composure.

"I see. And what purposes do you find within her, Naraku? Surely she can't be strong enough to haul anything or the useful like." Naraku smiled sickly and Miroku winced at his dumb move. This world didn't have roses floating about. Other slaves did not live the fairly comfortable lives that his had the blessing to be graced with. He really did not want to hear what was coming up.

"Why, she serves my purpose plenty- and what an interestingly coincidental way to put it too. Why, you hit the nail on the head!" Miroku shuddered inwardly. He came to the conclusion that Chani was definitely abused. He decided to find out more, hopefully to appear to be making polite conversation, slave owner to slave owner, even though he detested the thought.

"I see. And how long have you owned her?" Naraku kept the sick smile on his face. Miroku's stomach twisted. True, he could be a sort of lecher at times, but he would never misuse his slaves in this way. He treated them with a basic foundation of respect, and even then he earned a slap for every antic. Especially from Kagome.

"I have held the possession of Sango since she was... 13... if my memory serves me right. She really is very well trained." Naraku acted like this was a subject to be proud of. That was it. Miroku couldn't listen to this... person... any more. Changing the subject rather quickly, he smiled.

"I rode that horse of yours, Naraku. It was... interesting. I broke him, though. I have come for the reward you set up last spring." Naraku's smile stayed exactly where it was. Miroku leaned forward, showing his interest in the subject.

"Ah yes. I was waiting for you to attempt. Congratulations. I now owe you up to 150,000 yen in any form of payment you wish." Miroku smiled. This was more like it!

"Any form? Why, I believe I want the very horse I rode!" Naraku's smile fell flat on his features. As did Miroku's. Naraku sputtered.

"The horse? The horse? Miroku, surely, you want something else! That horse is worth..." Miroku shook his head, cutting Naraku off.

"149,832 yen. Exactly. I calculated. Thus you would still owe me an extra hundred or so. Do we have a deal?" Naraku's mind was working furiously. VV... his favorite! To loose him, both as a horse and a stud, would be devastating... but he had promised. He had promised like the dumb baka he could be when he was influenced that he would give such a prize to anyone if they rode his horse- in front of respectable lords and their ladies. He smiled weakly.

"I... suppose. You may come and get him in a week." Proffering a hand, they shook on it. Miroku smiled, Chani gone from his mind. He had a new horse, an excellent one, one that could pay for itself. And all he had to do was ride it. Feh. If this happened every day, he'd have millions of yen to roll around in and plenty of slaves to bring it all to him. Miroku nodded and stood, bowing to the demon across from him. Heading to the courtyard, he heard sobbing. Mystified, he went to the source of the sound. It led him to a small barn for guests' horses, where his mare was. He followed the sound up a ladder to a small, musty hay loft. There, hidden in the shadows between the dusty beams of light, he watched and listened. Two girls were talking, one was sobbing. He recognized one of the voices as Chani's and peered to get a look at the other girl. He couldn't see her. He got a perfect view of Chani, however, and his heart wrenched at the sight of her tear-streaked face. She had a bloody gash across her forehead, which the other girl was slowly mopping in an attempt to stop the blood flow. He caught strands of their conversation...

"...wants to see me tonight! Tonight! I can't go through with it, I just can't... What... he..."

"...have to! Just... and... he hurts you..."

"...will! It hurts every time... I can't do this... I can't... with him... once again... not now..."

"...shhhh... Just get... over with... Will go quickly... promise... always... and always will..."

"... didn't last night! IT DIDN'T LAST NIGHT!" Chani let out a full-blown sob. Miroku closed his eyes, trying to keep his shredding heart in one piece. This girl- she suffered so much agony at the hands of this monster... And he was to see her again tonight. Miroku decided to camp out in a nearby village. He did have enough to last him a full week more, after all... This time tomorrow he would come and see how Chani was. Miroku couldn't explain it- he felt a need to see to this girl. Climbing silently down, he quickly saddled his horse and rode off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7:00 pm. That night~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sango took a deep breath. This was going to take courage, and lots of it. Closing her eyes briefly to slow her racing heart, she opened Naraku's door.

"Master?"

"Come here." Sango tried to move, but couldn't. She was frozen to the floor. Her blood quicken as her helplessness became apparent to her.

"Come here."

"Master, I cannot move-"

"What was that? 'I'? Miserable slave!" Something large hit Sango over the head, sending sparks before her eyes. She fell to the floor, dazed. Her vision began to dim out, but she still kept consciousness. Sango realized with a jolt of terrible electricity that she was still able. She still felt. And she still screamed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The next morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sango lay in the loft. She didn't move. If she did, her body shrieked. She was so sore. She was exhausted. And yet she couldn't sleep. If she closed her eyes, the darkness of her mind brought forth the horrific memories of the night before. A single tear slipped out of her eye. It traced down her face, landing on the straw. She took a shuddering breath, but instantly regretted the movement. Her lower stomach ached with unearthly pain, as did the rest of her body. She didn't want to believe what had happened...

*Miroku's POV*

I rode swiftly. Something told me Chani was in trouble. Why do you care so much for a single slave? It can't be because she is pretty... Every slave of Naraku's is pretty. So what makes her different? I kicked my mare into a faster gallop. Usually, I let her go at a pace much slower and easier then this, but I HAD TO GET THERE. Rushing into the courtyard would be a mistake, my mind told me: better to go around the back way and let Naraku figure the rest out by himself. I spun my mare slowly around the edge of the property, stopping her in a clump of brush about five hundred yards away from the barn that held the loft. I didn't know why there was such a need for secrecy, but when my instincts kick in, I listen to them. I put a few protecting spells around my mare in case of a snake youkai or something, then snuck into the barn.

Mercifully, it was empty. And utterly silent. Then, I noticed something that scared me to death. A single drop of blood on the ground. Laying there, alone, dry, in the dust. There were mingling footsteps that had not been there the other day, indicating a group of people had come in carrying something. Something bleeding. I prayed to Buddha and Kami and all the rest of them- I just wanted this to be the blood of a barn swallow met by a cat. Anything, anyone but Chani. My heart leapt to my mouth and I began to gag. Fighting the urge to turn and run, I went to the ladder. I stared at it. It wasn't going to get any easier. Climbing up it slowly, I began to dread the sight I would see at the top of the ladder. I slowly rose my head above the level of the hay, and was greeted with the sight that would haunt me for weeks to come.

Chani.

^DUN DUN DUN! Cliffhanger!! ohhhhhh poor Sango!!! man this story is de-press-ING! soooo sad! well its 11:58 @ night so i ya no better be off. i will set this in right now!!!!! here i go! um maybe i better wait till morning- more ppl will be able to read it then.

thanks again to all who reviewed and i ESPECIALLY want opinions on this chappie! so review, ppl, review!!!!

Kudos till next,

Read 'Melting Away' & 'Young & Hopeless' (i just updated Y&H!)

FluffyLemonn