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Summary: Harry gets Flooed accidentally to the Sengoku Jidai, resulting to a meeting with the one and only demon lord Sesshoumaru. Slash in later chapters. This is a Sess/Harry fic so be warned. Flamers complaining about the pairing will be ignored but any other form of Flames shall be accepted and applied to the three step law: Take it in, process it, get rid of it.
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Author Notes: Okay, this is the second chapter. Hope this goes well. I highly dobt this would be the best chapter I written. I admit it could be better but I'm in a bit of a pickle here.
I don't mind having only one reviewer.
Potter Meets a Demon Lord: Wig on a Pig
Harry started to regret deciding to be noble Gryffindor back at the village. The track they were on was bumpy and while the other passengers were used to the rough ride, Harry wasn't so ecstatic. While the others forsook his silence as an inner battle on their impending doom, Harry battled the remnants of his lunch to stay down. Most of the people sat in silence, waiting for the inevitable end that they were to meet. Other talked, comforting the hysterical or trying to convince their selves that everything would be alright.
Though Harry wanted to join in on the optimism, he was currently preoccupied casting charms to keep himself from getting sick any further. As soon as the others started noticing his muffled murmuring in his corner, the farthest away from the others, they immediately thought he was starting to crack. While the others murmured to themselves, Harry couldn't care less right at that moment because the only thing that mattered to him was finding an appropriate charm to make the ride smoother. After a few minutes of looking in his books out of sight, he found one. He cast a simple charm to the wheels that made it absorb the shock of the movement, making the trip suspiciously smooth.
After recuperating, Harry was able to smile despite the fact that he was in the face of unknown danger. Harry sighed, clearing his head from thought of vomiting and bile rising in his throat. He then started observing his worried companions. Most of them were also observing the others while some of them noticed his oddity.
" Anata no ikei wo miru to totemo koufun shimasu."
Harry heard a guy with black hair and eyes say to him, for a brief moment, not understanding what it meant. Then understanding it a few seconds later, to his annoyance. The guy had said that he was the dumbest person he had ever seen and while Harry wouldn't usually care if someone had insulted him, he was feeling a bit crabby due to the vertigo that had just hit him earlier.
"It's none of your business." Harry said nonchalantly.
"Why would you take the place of a stranger for certain death?" The guy asked, his black eyes staring at him with curiosity.
"The girl didn't deserve it and it looked to me that her family needed her." Harry shrugged it off.
"I think you were brave." A woman on Harry's right has said.
"Brave but stupid." People had started taking interest in the conversation at this point and kept quiet to listen.
"I don't have a family but the girl did and what I did was just a human thing to do." This statement seem to perk up everyone's curiosity about the green-eyes stranger.
"Do you know what goes on on these tournaments?" The guy asked again.
Harry shook his head and everyone stared at him. "I'm not from here."
"Figures!" The guy snorted.
"We are going to fight each other in the annual tournament. Everyone fights till one is left. The winner will have a seat in the upcoming feast and he or she will receive a large sum of money. While others join in for the money, others are either forced to or volunteered to take someone else's place." The woman who spoke up earlier explained.
"Doesn't sound bad, doesn't it? Except for one thing..." The guy said sarcastically and everyone tensed to what he will say next. "...If the lord of the eastern lands likes the one who wins, the winner will have the Honor of laying in his bed then being sent back to his village escorted by him."
Everyone looked at the guy in horror. Every face had a trace of worry etched on them, Harry didn't blame them. When Harry was just about to decide this was the worst that could happen, three words escaped the cocky guy's lips.
"...If you survive..."
Everyone was silently thrown in a state of Hysteria. Harry silently prayed that his friends will be able to find him before the tournament began.
"Regardless of his or her sex?" Harry asked tersely.
"Well, he is very fond of males, especially teenagers. Plus, he isn't very picky." Everyone stared at him in shock and terror.
"Um... How do you know all this?" The woman who talked earlier moved beside Harry, near the guy.
"A boy from our village was forced to join in last year. He was repeatedly taken to the Eastern Lord's bed as they traveled back to our village. That is the only reason the Eastern Lord escorts the so called 'winner'"
"What if you're younger than eighteen?" Harry asked, remembering he was only sixteen.
"It doesn't really matter what your age is. They only put that age limit thing because the Eastern Lord is rather fond of younger specimens"
"What about this Western Lord, Sess- Sesshi- Sesshoumar...u?" Harry felt the name roll out his tongue awkwardly.
"He doesn't like the Eastern Lord's antics, in fact, he doesn't like the Eastern Lord at all. He only puts up with him because of a treaty signed years ago. He doesn't like humans either, he thinks they are inferior. He only tolerates the tournaments because the crown loves it and keeps them preoccupied."
Harry didn't like the sound of that Western Lord.
'Sounds like I'm in a real bloody mess!' Harry thought inwardly.
Though Harry had expected arriving to the Western Lord's palace soon, he had found out that the trip would take as least a week. Harry had been worried for the first few days, trying to come up with ways to escape, finding nothing could be done because of the tight security put on them. They had passed a few villages, picking up a few more people. One day, while being bored almost to death, Harry's curiosity perked up at a conversation between two guards stationed near him.
"...Do you think Lord Sesshoumaru would get fed up with Lord Yomi?"
"He probably already is, he's just trying not to get us into war."
"Who do you think will be the next victim of Lord Yomi?"
"If he had his choice, it would probably that odd green-eyed kid."
Thump!
"Yeah, he likes oddities and the younger the better."
Tha-Thu-Thump!
"Speaking of which, didn't that kid resemble that prisoner that escaped from the eastern barracks They said the kid had green eyes and a scar on his forehead."
Thum-Tha-Thu-Thump!
"Yeah, but they were probably hallucinating lying. Flying on a broom! Ha! Just to prove their incompetence further Letting a human prisoner go!" The taller guard scoffed.
"Don't you think it could partially be true?" The other demon asked.
"I don't see him carrying a broom anywhere!"
At this point, Harry stopped listening and his heartbeat started calming down too. After that, he was determined to escape before the tournament started. Every night when they camped, he would enlarge one of his books and read non-stop until one of the people with him started waking up. He had grown a bit close to the lady who had praised him earlier. They talked daily but none of them seem inclined to introduce their names at all. The cocky guy usually took part of the conversation either to give a sarcastic comment or to make them more worried though no one seem to take his comments offensively.
The week passed by incredibly fast to Harry and he still hasn't come up with any plan to escape. The guards, though disbelieving the rumor of him escaping, seem to keep an eye on him as if expecting him to pluck a broom from thin air and try to escape. That didn't help the situation at all. Though Harry appreciated the fact that no one seem to know he was a famous wizard destined to save the world one day, they were quite annoying at times when someone burst out sobbing or screaming or trying to escape which only made the guards more alert.
When they reached a big city surrounding the castle, Harry knew that his doom was comming closer and closer. He was quite preoccupied with the big city markets they passed by and the onlookers (mostly demons), giving him time to take his mind off his almost inevitable doom.
Sesshoumaru conversed with the Lord of the Eastern lands, bored to death though his pokerface seem to be flawless. The fat pig Yomi was pathetic and disgusting. He had heard that the pig had actually wanted him in bed though couldn't voice it out knowing the younger Taiyoukai would slice him in two before he could even say the word 'bed'.
Sesshoumaru was personally disgusted at the annual tournament where the humans fought with humans. Where was the excitement in that? The tournaments were all the same year after year. Humans fought, someone survives, there would be a feast, Yomi would take the unfortunate victim to bed and Sesshoumaru would finally rid his castle of his presence after two weeks of the pig's unbearably tedious and disgusting company.
The tournament posed no entertainment for him whatsoever. All he could do was hope and pray that the tournament would be over soon and while he does, he would envy Jacken and Rin who were free to do what they pleased without having to deal with the disgusting Youkai. After the tournament, he would conduct his pursuit of the tetsusaiga or just pester his little brother though he really wouldn't admit that.
"...what is your opinion on this, lord Sesshoumaru?" Sesshoumaru distantly heard Yomi's question.
Sesshoumaru was suddenly pulled out of his musing and was again forced to pay attention to the blabbering idiot in front of him. He would be so glad when the pig's less idiotic son takes over the throne. Fortunately for Sesshoumaru, he no longer needed to prolong the one-sided conversation because the pig's legendary General came in. Sesshoumaru held a certain respect for General Raiku. The General was almost as stoic as he was and was strictly business most of the time. The General was also a legend in strength (though not as strong a he, Sesshoumaru) and strategy. Sesshoumaru was also hoping that the General was going to steal the throne because the General was not interest in war against him. They both knew that a was would result to a tremendous devastation. Sesshoumaru was sure that if Yomi was thrown off the throne, it would be either the General or Yomi's son that would fight for the throne.
"My Lords, the volunteers are here." He bowed.
Lord Yomi suddenly got excited, though he tried not to show it. Sesshoumaru was disgusted at the Taiyoukai's lack of self control. They went to the public courtyard where a lot of onlookers stood by to examine the contestants. The courtyard was big and could fit about a thousand people in it. There were guards, servants, and civilians waiting for the next batch of humans unfortunate enough to be selected to compete.
The humans came one by one in a line, escorted by half a dozen guards. As usual, the humans were puny looking and no one exerted any interest from the Inuyoukai. Lord Yomi however, was already examining the forty or so competitors. Sesshoumaru witnessed the observation with half a mind. Lord Yomi sized up each and every one of the humans with the usual groping here and there.
Harry walked nervously as the guards led them to a big courtyard with at least a few hundred onlookers around. They were made to stop in one line in the center of the courtyard where three aristocratic demons stood. Though one was a fat pig-like specimen, the other two were stern-looking. Harry was idly reminded of Dudley, his cousin, as the demon who he assumed was the Lord of the East look like a kid who just received a dozed Christmas presents. Harry frowned in disgust as the Demon examined each and every one of the contestants. He would rather die that be raped by that pig.
Then Harry looked at one of the other three demons. This one was tall with red locks. He was wearing an armor proudly and if he were bored, he didn't look like it. Harry then took his gaze to the other demon with silver hair and marking on the cheeks, eyes, and forehead. Harry gasped, he had thought the demon was a woman! The demon as male, the most beautiful male he's ever seen but still male.
'I wouldn't mind if he was the Lord of the East'
Harry froze in fear of what he had thought he just thought. He kept his gaze at the beautiful specimen. The demon then turned to look at him with penetrating golden eyes. Harry's heart skipped a beat and his stomach was strangely empty even though he had eaten a few chocolate frogs after breakfast.
The demon looked at him with a stoic face. Harry suddenly felt his cheeks burn though he couldn't turn away his gaze. It was as if he was hypnotized on stage but there was no magician to break the spell. Harry was thankful when someone blocked the demon from his sight until he looked up and found it was the wig on a pig. Harry almostscreeched, yes, screeched.
Sesshoumaru was idly watching the Taiyoukai as he examined the humans until he suddenly felt eyes on him. He turned his gaze to a boy with messy black hairs and green eyes...wait! Green eyes? He looked at the boy dressed in somewhat expensive kimono but seemed to haven't been able to take a bath in days. He was suddenly taken aback when he felt the boy's lustful desire. It was vague but was there. Sesshoumaru had never had a human stare at him that way, maybe except Sara but that was different. Their emotions were usually associated with fear and panic but this boy was panicking for a different reason.
This boy was probably not much older than sixteen. His hair sticked out in odd angles though it seemed to fit him. His somewhat wide eyes were the color of emerald green, rare for a human in Japan. His skin was slightly tanned yet light compared to other humans skin. This boy must be wealthy.
Though the boy seemed odd just from his appearance, there was also something else about the boy that puzzled Sesshoumaru. There was some kind of powerful force emanating from the boy in great but gentle waves. He could feel it, even smell it in the air, drowning everything else's scent. involuntarily, Sesshoumaru inhaled the scent more and more. It was like a drug, strangely addicting. It was pleasing to the nose and it wafted around him, enticing him. The blush that covered the boys cheeks made his pale skin more appealing. Just when Sesshoumaru was about to close his eyes, the bothersome Taiyoukai blocked the boys view.
What was that? It was some sort of trick. To think that this Sesshoumaru would ever fall for a human trick... but perhaps this human isn't really human. He did smell like a human but not as strongly as the other humans here. Sesshoumaru decided to look into this further and he was presented with the opportunity as Lord Yomi called to him.
"Lord Sesshoumaru, come look at this human."
Sesshoumaru walked in front of the boy, who kept his gaze down on the ground.
"His eyes are odd but they are a beautiful rarity." The demon beside his spoke.
Sesshoumaru slowly lifted the boys chin with his finger and watched with a certain pleasure as the boy's blush deepened. The boy was much more appealing up close. His eyes sparkled like gems and his skin was soft. Buzzes of electricity from from Sesshoumaru's fingers where he has touched the boys soft skin to his whole body. He suddenly jerked his hand away.
Harry gulped as the demon lifted his chin up. The demon was tall, much taller than him. The demon's face was like a porcelain doll with eyes that rivaled gems. The marks on his face made the demon much more imposing. Harry was tempted to brush his fingers against them.
The demon jerked his hand away as Harry felt tingling going up and down his spine. Harry realized he was levitating an inch from the ground then suddenly drop as the demon lost physical contact with him. He fell back to the ground, getting nervous as to what the demon may do to him...like dissect him or something.
The demon glared at him warily, thinking he must have done a spell or something. Harry flinched slightly at the gaze, turning his own back to the ground.
"He must be a foreigner huh?" Harry heard the idiotic demon on his left, say.