Title: Emotions
Chapter: One
Rating: R overall
Pairings: Predominant Kyo/Yuya, however others are sure to appear
Warnings: Language, violence, intense-ish situations, adult situations
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue!
Author's Notes: I'm hoping to get the chapters a little longer, but it's going to take me some time-I'm not used to writing much longer than 1,000 words per chapter, but I'm going to try. I have it planned for a new chapter every 10-14 days, so I will make sure everything develops accordingly. As always, your feedback is adored, and thanks ahead for reading!

Yuya wanted to scream. Not only at the man so boldly staring at her, but at herself for getting caught by his lackeys. She tried to give him a withering glare, but how effective could it be when you were bound hand and foot, gagged, and watery-eyed?

He moved away from the tent flap, securing it in place before moving about in what was, apparently, a normal routine. She studied him, noting the thick mane of fiery red hair and the eyes that matched. A thought niggled in the back of her mind, recognizing the description but not able to place a name. It was probably one of those warriors Kyoshiro, her fiancé, mentioned.

"Ahem." The man coughed. Was he smir...He was smirking! "Would you like me to take the gag out of your mouth?"

Now Yuya's glare hit the withering mark.

He knelt in front of her, pulling a knife from a hidden sheath. Yuya was startled, her emerald eyes dilating in fear as she tried to struggle away. Her simple red kimono slipped from her shoulder and she gasped through the cloth in her mouth as his rough fingers gently touched the exposed skin. "Stay still."

The blade hovered in the corner of her vision and she couldn't stop the whimper from escaping her throat as the blade descended closer to her...

The cloth in her mouth loosened, her clenched eyes fluttering open. She tried to spit out the offending piece of material, longed to get the taste of wool off her tongue. But the gag had other plans as it stayed firmly in her mouth.

"Here, drink this." The man said, removing the gag and replacing it with the rim of a cup. "It's just water." She nodded, and he tilted the cup, careful not to over-tip as it would cause her to choke.

Yuya made a noise in the back of her throat, signaling that she was done, and he took the cup away, setting it on a low crate near his bedroll. "What's your name?" His voice was deep, gravelly. The sound of it alone sent shivers up her arms and she tried unsuccessfully to gather some semblance of calm.

"What's yours?" She countered, trying to stare the man down.

He smirked again, standing from his crouched position and turning his back to her as he continued with his nightly routine. "You are my captive. Therefore I have the right to do whatever I wish to you and you can do nothing to stop it. You have no free will, as I am in charge of your very person." He glanced back at her, his eyes glowing in the lamplight. "So what is your name?"

Yuya gulped, hard. "Y-Yuya. Yuya Shiina."

"Well..." He turned back, crouching in front of her. His hand came close to her face, his fingers stroking the side of her cheek. Yuya couldn't stop the flinch, and soon his fingers ghosted away and he was once again standing. "That wasn't so hard."

His crimson eyes gleamed, and it was all Yuya could do not to break down and tremble at his feet, begging for mercy. He looked so cold, so unforgiving! There was no warmth in him, no heart that would take pity on a runaway girl captured by warriors. Yuya knew, in that moment, that she was in trouble.


Kyo watched Yuya out of the corner of his eye as he continued to get ready. He could see, plain as day, the fear floating in her eyes. He was a fearsome person, yes, but a part of him wanted to erase that fear, yearned for her to smile. He wanted to hear her laugh, know she was happy and that it was because of him.

He didn't know where these feelings were coming from. Maybe it was because he had spent all of his years on the battlefield, never allowing his heart a chance to open up to something. To a warrior, love was a liability, and Kyo didn't want to be responsible if anything should happen. It was something he couldn't afford.

But Yuya was...different. He didn't know how, or why, but she was.

He continued to settle down for the night, removing his shirt but leaving on his breeches for modesty's sake. He crawled under the covers of his bedroll, blowing out the lamp and pretending to close his eyes.

For a few moments, everything was quiet. He could hear her breathing, could tell she was trying to quell the terror rising within her. Her breath hitched a couple of times, a sob escaped her throat, but nothing else. No pleas for mercy, no 'sex for freedom' barters. Kyo almost thought he could get a good night's rest, even with the girl tied only a few feet away.

Then he heard it. It wasn't a sob, or even a breath. It was the tiny 'plop' as a tear fell to the ground. It started out as one, but it gradually increased until he could hear the quiet sobs shaking her body.

"Stop crying, woman!" He growled out, shoving his pillow over his head. "I have no plans to take you tonight."

Her tears began to subside, but he could tell she was still awake, and would not fall asleep any time soon. "S-Sir?"

"What?" His voice was muffled, but it still had an edge.

"I, uh, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh."

Kyo stirred from his bedroll, shoving aside the blankets and lighting the lamp. She was still in the same position, although she was wriggling to relieve the pressure on her bladder. He stood up, and went over to her.

Gripping her upper arms, he half-pulled her to a standing position, leaning her body against his as he tried to steady her on her tied feet. "Can you stand alone for a moment?" Yuya nodded, and Kyo bent down and quickly untied the binding around her feet.

"Thank you." Her voice was quiet.

"Follow me."

He led her out of his tent and towards the wooded area farthest away from the battlefield. Many men had already marked the closest of the trees, the smell bad enough to gag even Kyo. So he led her farther into the woods until he found a suitable place, which happened to be a bush. "Here."

"Here?" She asked, eyeing the bush like it would grow tentacles. She kicked the lower branches, jumping back quickly in case anything jumped out at her. "But this is a-"

"Bush? I know." He pointed to the shrub, shoving her lightly in that direction. "We don't exactly have the best of facilities when we are traveling. Now go!"

Yuya gulped, grimacing at the bush as she walked behind it. She quickly did her business, looking around her for things that could help her escape. Her wrists were still bound, causing a problem, but she could work around that. All she needed to do right now was get away from him.

"Are you done yet?"

"Almost!" He was getting impatient, she could tell. She looked around again, frantic for anything that could help.

"In three seconds, I'm coming over to your side."

Not finding anything that could help her just yet, she quickly finished her toilette and stood up, rustling the bush as she glared indignantly at the soldier now responsible for her well-being. "There. I'm done."

"Good." He walked around the bush and realized, as his eyes fell on her feet, that she wasn't wearing anything other than stockings, which were now ridden with holes. "Why aren't you wearing any shoes?"

"Because they fell off when your men decided to carry me to your tent." Yuya's voice held mocking amusement, and Kyo gave her a mild glare.

"Put your arms around my neck."

"Huh?" Yuya took a step back, frowning.

"I will carry you back to the tent," he said, his voice lacking any form of emotion.

"Oh."

He knelt down slightly, and Yuya opened her arms enough so that she could slip it over Kyo's head. Then, with barely any stress, he placed one arm on her waist and another under her knees and he lifted her up as if she weighed nothing.

He carried her back to the tent in silence, appearing not to notice that Yuya was clinging to him as he walked. Every one of his moves was graceful, powerful. She knew escaping from him would be difficult, if not impossible. But she had to try.

She had to get back home.


Tbc.…..

-Okay...it was a little bit longer, yes? I'm still working on getting the length up more, you know, adding more detail, more twists, and whatnot. Hopefully everything is looking good.

I felt that there were, however, some bits and pieces of this chapter that didn't quite fit. Please let me know what you think. As I mentioned in the beginning, the next chapter will probably be out in two weeks. I think I like posting on the weekends, but if I get done editing the next chapter within 10 days I should be able to post it sooner...just no guarantees ! Thanks for reading!

Thank Yous:

-Arienishi: I plan on it, don't worry

-WTH: Nah, "Distance" just needed a revision...badly. And I hope this chapter counts as "significantly longer" hehehehe!

-Ayumi Omoide-I know in this chapter Yuya seems kind of weak...don't worry, she'll grow a backbone soon enough! I'm glad you like it so far!

Triste1-What he sees and what he knows are two different things. As the chapters get further along, we'll start to see some little hints of what he really knows about Yuya!

-Seven-awww! You're a sweetie! Leavin' me reviews everywhere…glomps

-The-Lone-Lemon-Well, it was a teaser, so it has to be short ! I hope this chapter is long enough (well, longer, I should say. I know there are times I wish I've never started a fic until it was complete...)

Thanks again!

Midnight Anonymous