Oi! Ah, well. Some of you guessed! Most got it right. I knew it, but when my friend read it, she thought it was Sango! -sigh- I just had to ask! This chapter will add to the plot a little more. Give you an idea on what might happen after this!

I don't own InuYasha! -pulls out kendo practice sword and swings it about- Back off lawyers!

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The Dog Prince : Jaw Dropping

She sneezed and looked down at herself. Half of her was covered in blood and the rest soaked in frigid water. She clenched her teeth together to stop the chattering and looked down at the dog leading her.

A dream come true was what it was. She was being rescued by a dog! "An inu…" she whispered, and small smile bloom on her face.

How do you know our language? he suddenly asked her, looking back, but not stopping.

She blinked and felt her face grow warm, though it didn't last long. "Wha-what?"

The dog's golden eyes narrowed, furry face not showing more then that. Inu means dog in my language only our kingdom knows such it. How is it that you came across the word?

She opened her mouth and then closed it. She couldn't tell him her father had murdered the king of his kingdom. Then he might just leave her to die or kill her himself. What should she say? "I heard the demon say it. Something about an inu smelling creature and that's when you showed up. So I put two and two together. I apologize for using it…"

Psh! Like I care if you say it! Just don't speak like that around other people. You could get in some serious trouble. She nodded her head and looked down. Maybe she shouldn't say anything at all…

They walked in silence for another good half an hour and by then she couldn't stand the cold anymore. Her whole body was numb and she was falling behind. And the dog didn't even seem to notice. Clutching the bow closer, she could have sworn the thing was warm. Like someone was giving her warmth.

She just wanted to ask him to let her stop and make a fire so she could warm up, but she didn't want him to snap at her again. The dog was wiser then her, by far, when it came to surviving in tough places. But he was something. Not even Kirara could talk to her and she had the kitten for years. They were as close as possible! But maybe cats were different. Forget that! She was going to ask him!

Finally, she got up enough courage to ask him when he stopped her.

You're such an idiot. Look at you! Your lips are blue; you're shivering beyond belief, and soaked! Why didn't you tell me! he yelled, stopping and nudge her over to the edge of the stream with his nose. You do know how to make a fire, don't you?

She nodded and crawled up onto the damp grass. It was almost morning and the grass was just now being misted with dew. She set the bow down; praying lightly to it and then stood up, wringing her wet dress out as best as she could. "I'm going to look for wood to make a fire. It deathly cold out of the water," she said wrapping her arms around her, rubbing some warmth that faded just as quickly as it had came.

No! She blinked down at the silver dog and frowned. You stay here and find a place for us to hide. I'll collect a little wood, but just enough for a small fire. We don't want the demon to be able to find us by the smoke. All she could do was nod, picking the bow back up and starting for a thicket near by. She looked back at him and he nodded. That's fine. Maybe you should get out of those wet clothes. You'll get sick if you don't. And then he disappeared into the brush.

Her whole face was red by then, no longer cold. And probably wasn't going to get cold for a long time. She shook her head and crawled into the thicket, a small space for about two of three people to fit in. Taking his words to mind, she looked down at her red stained dress and grimaced. She must look hideous. She set the bow down and crawled back out of the thicket, creeping up to the edge of the stream. A faint line of sun light shone behind the mountains in the distance, casting a dawning shade across the land, just enough to see.

She looked at her reflection and gasped. She looked like the living dead. Her face was covered in dried blood, hair caked in it also, and clothes were fading crimson. She quickly pulled her dress off, kneeling down and washing it as best she could in the water. It was already wet enough. A little more water won't hurt it to much.

After she was done with a semi white dress, she did her slippers and looked down at her slip. That was all she had left on. The dog might be a why'll so she should have a chance to wash it quickly. She took it off and washed it off too. She noticed her skin was still covered in blood, some not coming off from a splash of water to her face. She looked around, biting her lip. It's not like there was anyone around to peek at her. And she was already naked as it was. With a shrug of her shoulders, she waded into the water, shivering again. This time she dove under, vigorously rubbing her face, arms, legs, and whatever body part was covered in dried blood. The pleasures of cleanliness.

He growled and sniffed around the ground, snatching up a few more twigs in his mouth. If he let the girl go out in search of woods, she might come across a demon, but she was safe in a thicket. Hopefully… She didn't seem like the kind to listen well. The faint light of a dawning sun ran along the edge of the mountain. He opened his mouth again, looking up at the sky as it filled with pink and purple clouds, then notice the sticks didn't quite fit in his mouth that well. He spit them out and looked down at his paws to see hands!

He let out a yell and jumped up on two feet. He let out a laugh and wiggled his toes and fingers. He patted his chest and looked down to see he wasn't exactly wearing any clothes… Uh oh… If the girl saw him like this, she would probably scream and run away. He needed clothes. Forgetting the sticks, he set off, testing the air with his nose. He knew what he was now. A half demon or hanyou in his language.

He had the abilities of a demon, but not the full amount of strength he should have. Just as he was about to give up on his search for clothes, he spotted a small cabin, smoke billowing out of the stone chimney. And outside of the cabin was a clothes line filled with clothes. Dresses, pants, shirts, and the all too important unmentionables. He crept up to the line see as they looked about the right size for him and the girl.

Looking around to see if there were any people around, he snatched each article of clothing from the line, dashing away as quick as he could. Sure, it was stealing, but he was in dire need of them and he did own these lands. Maybe? He still didn't know where in the hell he was, but at least he'd found the Chosen One. All he had to do now was keep her safe and healthy untill he could figure out a way to get the jewel from her and some where safer.

Slipping into a pair of pants and shirt, folding the rest up, he hurried back in the direction he'd left the girl. Come to think of it. He didn't even know her name. He shrugged his shoulders and continued.

Just as he found the spot, he heard splashing. And it was from the stream they'd come down in. He stopped and quietly crept up through the trees, getting closer to the edge of the stream. Spread out on the grass were the girl's clothes. His face went red. So she had taken her clothes off. Maybe it would be smarter if he stayed out of the thicket why'll she warmed up. He sighed and set the stolen clothes down, plopping down next to them. Now, how was she going to react when she saw him with arms, legs, and a…well…a body!

Lying out on his stomach, he gazed out at the water, blinking as he saw a form underneath it. At this he sat up once again, claws held out at ready. Just then a head came up, followed by almost an entire body. A woman's body… His jaw dropped as she threw her head back and ran her hands down her naked wet chest. Now his eyes were as wide as possible and felt ready to pop out of his head. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen and he'd seen plenty of women in his years of being alive.

Shimmering raven blue hair crowned her head, faced shaped as perfect as anything he'd ever seen. A thin swan like neck gracefully curved as she sighed, arms rose above her head as she stretched. His eyes traveled down, plump firm breasts peeked from the cold, a flat tight stomach, and small waist and hips. All revealed to him in only a few seconds, until she opened her eyes and looked over at him. Clouded grey blue eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in anger. Her pink blossom lips opened and…

"You pervert!" she scream, dunking under again. His whole face went red and he felt his blood rush from his face down to his loins, causing it to throb hotly. Shit!

Quickly scrambling to his feet, he slid into the thicket finding it empty except for the bow. That had been the girl! He slapped a hand to his cheek a few times. By god… He hadn't noticed howshe looked under all that blood and soggy clothes.

He felt his pants growing tighter, not exactly comfortable at the moment. He groaned and held a hand over his throbbing member. Perfect. Now he could use that cold water… He bit his lip and swallowed, trying to rid the pictures of the naked girl from his mind, but failed miserably. She was just to alluring to him. Like a bee to a flower. The quiet squeak of his pants being stretch a little to far hit his ears and he whimpered.

How was he supposed to protect the stupid wench if she was so god damn sexy? She'd made him like this in a matter of seconds. He growled and gripped a handful of dirt. Just as he was about to get up and try and get one last peek at her, her voice rang out.

"Where are you, you peeping tom!" she called, just outside the thicket. He squirmed, scooting back away from the covered entrance, hands over his crotch. "I know you're here," she said in a sly voice.

He growled at that, glaring at her shadow as it fell over the branches. "I'm in here, wench! And you have no right to call me that! I had no idea you were out there!" he yelled, hurriedly grabbing his bow. She burst through the branches, face etched in a murderous glare.

She pounced on him, hands gripping his hair with a strong pulling grip and seated herself on his chest, face lowered dangerously close. "What did you say…?" she hissed, teeth clenched together.

He swallowed, but kept a glare on his own face. "I said, you have no right to call me a peeping tom! You're the one that stayed under so long! I didn't even know someone was there until you popped up!" he growled, eyes narrowing even farther.

"But you didn't have to stare so long!"

At that remark his face went red, defying façade gone. He opened his mouth and then closed it, more then his face was warming up ever more and more. And her sitting on him like that wasn't helping! "Get off me!" he yelled, pushing her off. She slid back, eyes wide with surprise.

"Who are you anyways?" she asked, arms now crossed and head turned away, nose in the air. "I have a right to know since you were peeking at me!"

He growled, but stayed where he was, claws digging into the dirt underneath him. "You should know me, girl. I saved you ass just a few hours ago!" She gasped, anger gone quickly.

Here she was, sitting inside a thicket in the middle of nowhere, arguing with a complete stranger. He was rather handsome though, golden eyes, long silver hair, a boyish yet mature face, and the build of some muscles. But what annoyed her was that he'd been peeking at her! But as soon as the key words left his mouth, she almost fainted.

"Wha-what?" she exclaimed, hand to her chest.

He glared at her and then rolled his eyes. "Like I said. I saved you from the nasty centipede demon. The dog!"

"How…"

Yet again, he rolled his eyes, lying out on his stomach. "I have no idea. Now, let's get some things straight here! I'mthe leader from here on out! Like the dry clean clothes you're wearing. I got them! So, you owe me now." She huffed at that. "You have the jewel. Show it to me." Her heart skipped a beat. He wanted her to show him the jewel…

"No!" she exclaimed, hand now clutching it through the thin dress she wore. "You stay away from it! It's very special to me…" her voice went soft as she looked down at her lap with watering eyes.

Hands clamped down on her shoulders and she looked up, golden eyes inches from her own. "But my father gave it to you. I just want to see the thing he gave his life up for, to see what I'm protecting!" Her eyes widened at the sad look on his face.

"Your father…? Then you are…"

"A prince?" He laughed and let her go, waving a hand. "Yea, sure. I hated it, but yea! Now, how did you see my father before he died? Are you a servant for the Bento castle? A family friend? One of the royals?"

She looked down at her lap, hands clenching and unclenching, weaving her fingers together. "You could say that I was in the castle…" she said softly, still not looking up. He growled, slamming a fist into the ground.

"Tell me now!"

His threat rumbled the branches over their heads, shaking her as well, but not from the punch, but of pure fear. "I…I…was…a servant. They said I was to be the last meal he ate, as rumors said he dined on mortals. But instead, he gave me the jewel, saying that I was a pure maiden. What ever that means… I'm sorry for his death. He was very kind." At last she looked up, meeting his gaze.

Tears welled up quickly, clouding her vision and she looked away, not wanting him to see her remorse. The man didn't seem the type to care about humans.

"He was a great man…" came a whisper, catching her attention. She looked up again, seeing his face twisted with emotions that were odd to see on his face. "My mother mourned his death until the day I… Well, until she was killed. I'm not sure if she's dead just yet, but I know it will happen soon. My entire family is to be executed by the wills of the Bento bastard!" She flinched at his words, letting out a sob. So that's what her father was doing…!

"I'm sorry…"

I have another question for you! What fariy tale do you think this is based on mainly?In the begining. Happy read!

Tsuch!