A Slave's Forbidden Midnight Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Inuyasha jerked open his door, pushing his new concubine inside. She fell to her knees from the force of the push and when she tried to get up, he put a firm hand on her shoulder, keeping her down. She stayed on her knees as Inuyasha sat down. She stared at the red carpeting, almost crying in fear.
Inuyasha stared at her. She was pretty enough, or would be once the dirt was washed off her. Her robe seemed like it used to be green, covered in stains from men and food. Her scent was awful though, full of the many, many men she seemed to have bedded. Didn't this slut wash?
He growled. "Take off that robe." He ordered her. She swallowed a whimper, doing as she was bid and holding her robe in front of her, over her arms. "Put it in the fireplace and burn it. It smells almost as bad as you." Hate in her heart at how cruel his words were she pulled up a knee, so she could walk to the fireplace.
"Who said you could stand?" he asked coldly. "Crawl, like the bitch you will be and the inferior you are." The hate for him burned harder in her heart and she crawled, despising him. She gently put the tattered dirty robe in the fire, staying at what had covered her up burn in the flames.
Something hard hit her head. She turned, making sure to keep her feet out of the fire's way. Gazing at the ground she saw a brush. "Brush your hair wench." He commanded her. "Your hair is in horrible shape. You probably have fleas."
She closed her eyes, picking up the cold, metal brush and gently started to run it through her hair. After a secound he growled, walking over. He grabbed her shoulder, dragging her to his bed. He sat on it and made her kneel in front of him, facing away. He snatched the brush and began to brush her hair, so hard she couldn't hold back a few whimpers. Tears sprang to her chocolate eyes.
He snickered, smirking as she whimpered, not letting up a bit. Her hair gradually became manageable and when it was he continued to brush, a bit softer. Her whimpers ceased as she let him continue, unable to tell what to make of this gentle treatment.
Then, suddenly, he pushed her away, putting the brush on a table. "Time for a bath and you're not going to skimp on the soap. I can smell almost every man you've slept with in the past week, whore. You've certainly had a lot of business." He grabbed her lower arm, dragging her into the bathroom. "Get into the tub." He ordered her curtly.
"C-can't a servant do this work? I'm sure such a great man as yourself must have something other to do with your time-" she ventured timidly, not moving. He cut her off, shoving her into the tub.
"Don't tell me what to do." He said through gritted teeth, grabbing her black hair and pulling her closer to him. He dunked her head under water. He kept her head there until she began to struggle from lack of air. He finally let her up, laughing nastily. She glared pure venom at him and he slapped her. She looked away, fire burning in her eyes, though he couldn't see.
He began to wash her hair, putting in some of his own hair cleaners. After he felt it was enough, he dunked her head back in. This time she didn't struggle at all and he jerked her up, a bit disappointed.
He picked up a bar of soap and began to wash her all over with rough, impersonal hands. Though she blushed quite a bit, his skin stayed the same. He slapped her two more times as she tried to stop him from washing certain places. "Aren't you used to it yet?" he asked with a snarl and then hurt filled her eyes and scent as she looked away.
Finally he moved away. "Stay there, I'm going to get you some clothes suitable for you and some….supplies." he said with a cruel look in his eyes.
She shivered and nodded. Once he left she broke out in sobs. This seemed like it would be horrible. Oh, why was he being so cruel? Why was she, once again stuck in this situation? Why did her sister do this? For, Kagome knew it had been her twin sister. The one who started her on this detested and deplored life.
"Why can't someone just kill me and get it over with?" she moaned. She had her knees drawn up to her chest and her face buried in them. "Why does everything happen to me?"
At a certain teahouse
Kagura, Sango and Miroku made their excuses to the rest of the men, maiko and geisha in the room. They left, standing just outside the teahouse.
"Now, what is it Houshi-sama?" Kagura asked, bowed slightly. The feathers in her buns wavered slightly in the wind and her kimono moved with it as well. It seemed natural for her to be in the wind, like she was made for it. Many said there was to much Air in that girl, one day, she'll just float away. But her Danna, Naraku kept her to close to do that.
"Remember the twins?" He asked in a low voice. "One is the one from the whorehouse that is now Inuyasha's concubine."
"Oh, Kami. The poor girl." Sango whispered her eyes sympathetic. She too had heard the rumors, of the whores that Inuyasha had used being hurt badly if he was angry. He never seemed to be in his right mind when he was enraged.
Kagura had an open mouth. When she finally got a hold on herself, she whispered "This is not good, not good at all."
A/N- What do you think? Inuyasha is a bit cruel, but I have reasons for that, including him being angry and the twin. So please review! Also, just so you know, I'm sort of adding elements from Japanese culture, English culture, a smattering of other cultures and flairs of my own.