I do not nor will I ever own Inuyasha...

Last time...:

'I sure hope his hearing isn't so good…' I pray in vain, noticing him jerking his gaze in my direction. Turning in fear I make a mad dash away from the meadow knowing that I wouldn't survive long should I stay. Not knowing if I had stayed it would have been an easier death.

Tree branches were cutting my skin open. Fresh blood from those tiny wounds meant that I might as well be dead at this point. He must have decided that I was either an insult or a threat, most likely the former; otherwise I doubt the inu-youkai would be wasting his energy on me.

It was as though my usual speed had abandoned me when I came to realize the silver- haired inu was pursuing me. Pursuing, is a strong word…this youkai was toying with me. Fear was causing my breath to choke up in my throat and my footfalls to become loud and sloppy.

I knew that should I fall, this monster would strike.

Jaken was once again complaining about Rin. And once again I was going to beat him that was until I heard a quite whisper from across the field. My eyes narrow as I stand, the resulting noise from who ever was in the brush confirming my suspicions.

"Jaken. Stay here with the girl." I say before following the now apparent scent.

Whoever it was soon came to understand they were being followed. The sweet scent of fear and blood filling the air around the hooded figure was enough to make my youkai start to claw at my mind. This person would most likely not survive the night.

It wasn't long until the stranger lost their footing and fell to the ground in a graceless heap. Pathetic creatures such as this don't deserve the right to call themselves youkai any more than a half-breed. I scoff as I come to a halt next to the trembling form on the ground.

When I realize the weakling is not moving to get up I draw Tokijin.

I could hear him come and stand over me. I knew that I must seem guilty and weak by not getting up, but I couldn't move. So I lay there on the ground, like some fool and pray that he doesn't decide to prolong my death. As I can only assume that death is in fact my fate.

The sounds of my heavy breathing started to quiet when I heard him unsheathe one of those blades at his waist. I tensed, waiting for him to attack. However he did nothing…he just stood there.

It didn't take me long to become tired of his inaction. His silence. He was there still…I only know because I can smell him otherwise I would have thought he'd never even been there. That same smell from the night I watched, helpless, as my mother and friends were slaughtered. I refuse to admit to myself that I felt calmed by his presence.

I start to stand slowly, so as not to show any resistance. He moves his sword to hover just above my shoulder after I have turned to face him.

Before I can react his sword quickly slices through my cloak, causing the blade to cut my skin open at the base of my neck and my hood to fall down my back. My hands were shaking now and it felt like my heart would burst if it went any faster.

The youkai that now stood in front of me was small. Small and feminine.

I can feel my eyes start to bleed red with the thought of what to do with the little female. If she was fiery enough, I could use her until she learned her proper place beneath me; figuratively and literally. But first I had to know if she looked well enough to think of touching. With that in mind, I slice her hood off.

Oh yes, she was indeed beautiful. Her hair was like a long black waterfall, cascading down her back. Her heart shaped face had a small nose and lush red lips that I imagined would look divine around my pulsing cock.

Her eyes were the only thing I'd yet to observe.

Something had changed in his very being. It was no less threatening than before, in fact it was even more frightening. I've felt this look before this night. It was lust. The kind of perverted lust that makes a woman's skin crawl.

I was afraid to open my eyes and confirm what I already knew to be true. Afraid that if I saw him with such a look, that my heart would stop in fear.

He, however, seemed to think differently, because he had once again moved his sword this time using it to lift my head. I knew what he wanted of me. Until I heard his growl I had planned to deny him, but a greater fear had once again caught up with me. I valued my life more than my heart at that moment.

Crimson.

Her eyes were as fiery as the passion behind them. And the fear in them made my youkai demand I drive into that pale flesh. It wanted blood.

The indigo markings on her cheeks surprised me though. It seemed that the little spy was an inu youkai. A rare thing to find in these times.

She might come to be more useful than I'd first thought.

I was right in thinking that my heart would stop. It did in fact stop for a moment when I saw that his own eyes were giving way to his youkai.

My entire body trembled at the thought of what he meant to do to me. I knew it wasn't wise to try to run from this kind of situation, it usually would cause the youkai to become more in control than before. It was something to do with the male youkai finding "the chase" even more exhilarating and a welcome challenge.

He had started to growl again, this time it was more of a dominating growl than before. I was growing more and more frightened by the second, and I knew he could smell my sheer terror. It definitely wasn't helping me that he found that in anyway arousing.

When he started to move toward me I couldn't help but take a nervous step back. That of course being the wrong move, for it was that moment he pounced.

A/N: The next chapter might be a bit graphic...I'm not quite sure how I'll write it yet so it's going to prolly take a while...