A Slave's Forbidden Strength

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha

Inuyasha stared at the waiting girl for a secound. He then turned around and left the room, slamming the heavy door, inlaid with gold shut. Kagome stared at the suddenly shut door, falling to her knees and starting to shiver. What was he going to do? Oh, Kami what was he going to do? She crossed her arms across her bare chest. I couldn't just keep my mouth shut. She thought bitterly. I had to just say the truth. Well, it's been done now and I don't regret it. Much. She stayed where she was, kneeling and waiting for Inuyasha's return and whatever punishment he would bring.

With Inuyasha

Inuyasha walked down the hall, his face grim. He stopped in front of a plain wooden door. Kikyo… he thought as he opened it. Unlike every other room in the palace, it was plain. There was a layer of dirt of the tiles, Kikyo had disliked it and requested the dirt to be put in. She had had a simple cot and a washstand. She had a small closet with two sets of miko clothing and two sandals set neatly next to the closet.

After her horrible deed he had ordered her room to be left as it was. He wanted to remember this woman and her habits. So one day he could make her suffer for what she did. For killing his adopted son.

Shippou…..remembering him made his heart ache. They had always fought, being at each others throats all the times. But, he had loved the little fox runt. The adorable eyes that made any girl, but Kikyo, melt. His affinity for fox magic that could get him in so much trouble. How even Fluff-sama (as Shippou had always addressed Sesshoumaru) liked him.

How Kikyo had killed him. Drugging the piece of brown sugar that she had given him a few times already. Cutting his tail off and then whipping the helpless child. Cutting off the tips of his ears and his fox paws. Her cruel words to him. "Now you look like a normal child. Not a filthy demon. Not even a disgusting hanyou like your father."

How she had the balls to magically record this and force Inuyasha to dream it every fucking night.

His son. He had not been able to protect his son. Inuyasha punched his fist into a wall with a ferocious roar. He had failed in protecting his son. And this….this….whore had the guts to call him a spoiled rich boy. Saying he couldn't understand her pain. She couldn't understand his! Why did her pain matter? She was just a selfish whore who thought of herself only! How dare she presume that she was important!

Inuyasha knew he was being a hypocrite, that she had been through a lot, and he couldn't understand. That what Kikyo had done to her was horrible. That little, rational Inuyasha was shoved aside as Inuyasha growled, leaving the room. He left the door ajar and entered another room. He smiled darkly. He began to select a whip to use. The one with the metal studs looked good…

With Miroku and Sango

Miroku staggered a bit, then caught up. "How-" he wheezed "How are you so strong?" he asked incredulously of the serene maiko. "You, you're like a lily who just grinned and showed fangs." He said, staring at her with wide, shocked eyes.

"It's not polite to stare Houshi-sama." She told him primly, ignoring the question.

"But-but you- and then- how- punch-eh?" he stuttered with this poor little perplexed puppy look on his handsome face.

Inside, she melted. Awwww, he is so kawaii. She thought. Then, she mentally slapped herself. She knew better then that. "It is none of your business, Houshi-sama." She said in an amused voice.

Miroku pouted. "Fine, be like that." He said, crossing his arms. "But if you don't tell me, then you have to call me Miroku!" he insisted.

"Fine, Hou-Miroku." She said with a sigh. "But, I'm not telling you." She said firmly, as if she was talking to a child.

"Alright." Miroku sighed. Well, he'd have to get someone to find out about her past, that might lend him a few clues. "By the way, when will you make your debut?" he asked curiously.

Sango gasped, with an insulted face. "Miroku! How could you ask something like that! At least have the decency to wait!" she said angrily. Geisha made their debuts after the mizuage, and she was appalled by what seemed to be a blatant question of when the bidding for her mizuage would begin.

Miroku was confused. He hadn't spent much time with geisha, except for Kagura. If he was going to ask about her mizuage, it would not have been in such a roundabout way, certainly. And there was just something about her that made him waver before actually asking that. Something that made him want to mean it. "What?"

"Oh, don't pretend you don't know, Hentai." She said angrily, moving faster towards her okiya. "You could at least ask Kagura-onee-san!" she said. She wouldn't be adverse exactly to him bidding and winning, but this obvious questioning just made her upset. Did he only think of her that way?

They neared the okiya, Miroku asking her several times what was wrong and her keeping an icy silence. "Sayonara Houshi-sama." She said coldly.

"Sango, I thought you agreed to call me Miroku!" he protested desperately, grabbing her arm.

"I did, Hentai." She said, putting emphasis on did. "Let my arm go." She said, staring at him angrily.

"Not until you tell me why you're so upset." He said, staring back into her eyes.

A/N- Thank you for all the reviews! Please, keep reviewing. And what, you guys think I was going to go with the old "Kikyo broke up with Inuyasha" plot? Pssh, yeah right! I don't think this has been done before.

TT I CAN'T BELIEVE I KILLED OFF SHIPPOU! TT

Anyways, mizuage, for those who don't know (Yes, I read Memoirs of a Geisha, and watched the movie. Awesome book, I loved it! It's so amazing how this American man wrote this story from a Japanese woman's point of view AND captured it so well that I was sure it was true! If you haven't read it, go get it!) is the auctioning off of a maiko's virginity. The highest bidder is the mizuage patron and gets the geisha's virginity. So that's why Sango was insulted.