Hi people, wazz up? Here's chappie 8 and please read 7 first, it's not a note anymore, I replaced it (just so there's no confusion.)

Enjoy!

Yuki set the dinner table and found some sake to serve as well.

'I need an escape plan; I mean I have absolutely no intention of remaining a slave for the rest of my life! But what can I do? I have to find a way to send a message to Kagome, maybe she can help me, Inuyasha is pretty strong from what I've been told. If I can contact them they may be able to rescue me!'

"Woman, come here at once!"

Yuki stepped out of the castle to the yard. There she saw six men. She had met three of them but did not know their names. The other three were awfully disfigured…

'He can not be human!' Yuki thought; 'He's HUGE! Far beyond human normality's… and his face, so frightening… and this one, he must be some sort of a machine, certainly inhuman, and this tiny man… his face… hoe terrible! Those eyes bulky and full of malice and his lips, what a poor creator…'

"These are your masters, slave. You will do as they say or be severely punished. Understood?"

Yuki nodded her head in consent.

"Hey, where is Jakotsu?" the young leader asked.

"He left shortly before you did, Oo- aniki." The bald man spoke.

"Yo!" he turned to Yuki.

"Nani, Bankotsu sama?"

"Their names are Renkotsu," he pointed to the bald man with the purple markings who carried what seemed to be a cannon, "He is Ginkotsu," he referred to the red haired cyborg, "Suikotsu," The wielder of the razor claws who she met earlier winked at her, "Mukotsu and Kyoukotsu." The giant and the deformed midget were introduced.

"You will referred to them with an honorific suffix- or else."

"Hai, Bankotsu sama." 'Until I shall be free…"

"Yo, Onna!"

"Nani, Suikotsu sama?"

"What's for dinner?"

"I prepared rice and wild pig."

"Come again wench?"

"I prepared rice and wild pig."

He then ran toward her, to fast for her to react, and caught her kimono with his claws, inches away from her neck.

"What was that AGAIN BITCH?"
"I prepared rice and wild pig, Suikotsu sama." She said in tears.

Then, out of the shadows came Jakotsu.

"If anyone kills this kisama onna, this filth, it'll be ME!"

Suikotsu put the petrified Yuki down. 'Why was I so afraid? DO I hold life so dear?'

"Let's eat, I'm starving!" Bankotsu said in a somewhat childish tone.

During the rest of that night Yuki served food and A LOT of sake, perhaps too much… she saw a side in these men who seemed quite out of character. The only two sober people were Ginkotsu and Kyoukotsu for they had not joined the rest for dinner.

'I wonder WHAT exactly is this Kyoukotsu, from what I've heard demon rarely alley to humans and bakemonos (monsters) aren't too keen on it either, but he can not be a man. I dare not ask him for fear of my life who I now, that I have been near death, seem to value.'

The ones who did drink were laughing, telling combat stories and unfortunately for Yuki she heard ALL the gore details.

'Why ME of all girls! These stories are absolutely horrific!'

Suddenly she was pulled down onto something warm, Suikotsu's LAP!

"Hey doll, no hard feeling right?" he was obviously drunk out of his wits.

He then put his hand on her breast and said:

"I'll forgive you if you…"
"I think it's about time for a good nap, ne?" Bankotsu said out of nowhere.

"Hai Oo-aniki." All said in unison.

'Wow… he's so powerful even over huge guy like those Kyoukotsu and Mukotsu!

It's like he is are king and they are his mere subjects, the peasants… with all my hatred towards this man I have to admit that he is pretty impressive, so young and yet the leader of six other men who are certainly older then he is…'

"Yo!" Bankotsu's voice pulled Yuki out of her thoughts.

"Hai Bankotsu sama?" she called him 'sama' naturally, there was something very lord-like about him…

"You can have the leftovers."
"Arigato, Bankotsu sama.Oyasumi nasai."

He walked away, saying nothing.

There was not much left of dinner but Yuki was starving.

'This is delicious! Especially considering I did not have many tool to work with, and not a word of thank you… bastards…'