Disclaimer: Shadow-chan does not own InuYasha or any of its characters...Otherwise InuYasha would be more stubborn and Naraku would be more ebil. -nod- And it would totally rawk more than it does now, should that be possible.
"Bring her to me..." groaned a rather grizzled voice, the one belonging to a powerful inu-youkai who, seeing how it was a rather possesive season, was fed up with the pain it was causing him. Though, if he had his way, the pain would cease for him at least.
And he always had his way.
The small midori-tori-like youkai that the inu-youkai-osama had been snarling at jumped in a panic, dropping the large wooden pole which was about five times his own height, two heads poised in a slumber-like look resting at the tip of the pole, one an old man, the other a young female.
"B-b-but m-m'lord!" started the croaky, high-pitched voice, coming from the beak of the trembling midori youkai, though the loud snarl that came from Sesshomaru silenced him, and sent Jakken stumbling from his lord's bedchambers.
Twin kuro-neko ears twitched, then fell back a bit to softly lay atop the female's creamy-white locks, while she attempted to hide herself in a corner. Warmly-hued, neko-like, orangish-golden optics darted around nervously, hearing the silently swift footsteps coming from the small, still-trembling youkai as he proceeded down the long corridor, toward the girl's chamber.
The room in which Kirara was so desperately trying to hide in was very small compared to her master's bedchambers, which had to be half the size of Akebi Village, if not the length of its whole: though the bune-neko youkai girl had a room approximately the size of a small hut, which didn't say much, and had both a bed and a small wooden teburu, but nothing more.
"Kanojo-neko, Lady Kirara?" Jakken's quiverring voice had steadied little, and he was still rather shaky. Large, orb-like yellow optics scanned the small room warily, the slit-pupils setting their sights, finally, on the fragile girl huddled in her corner, shivering to herself and staring at the kori-youkai eyes wide with fear. Jakken's gaze and being softened a bit, seeing the neko was fearful as well, though he soon returned to being the obediant servent of Sesshomaru-osama. "M'lord wishes of your presence, m'lady," he uttered quietly, seeing Kirara's tension lesson, seeing how he was not her true threat. Though, she remained a bit on gaurd, seeing how she was in heat and with Sesshomaru's current...Condition, she couldn't be too careful.
"Jakken-san, you know not to call me as such, as I am not his onna no hito..." Her voice was chilled to the core by raw fear and anger combined, though she rose to her feet, shivering still, feeling as though her knees would buckle beneath her thin and small form. Her long, silky hair drooped to her waist, bangs falling over her eyes gently. The blue-mist-and-silver kimono she wore went to her knees before cutting off to reveal more of her pale skin, twin furry tails turned, wrapping themselves around her left leg to hide the recently bloodied scar running from her ankle up to her mid-thigh.
Jakken sighed to himself, meandered out of the room, Kirara keeping a safe distance but following none the less without another question or statement, and then the tori-youkai began to lead the kanojo bune neko down the long corridor, back to their lord's chambers for him to have his way with her; whether he be gentle and kind about it or rough and demanding with her was yet to be determined, though it was for all to see that Kirara wanted nothing to do with it. Though, being a slave girl, she had no choice but to obey her lord and master...To cater to his every whim, no matter how demeaning or demanding it may be.