Hello lovelies.

It's been a while. I may or may not end up re-writing my original story (that I wrote in 2008, LOL). I will leave it on there, but it's a very early form of my writing, and it isn't so good. I was cringing reading through it. haha.

I wrote this one 2 days ago, and just this morning the news hit me of the new anime Yashahime: Half-demon Princesss, which follows Sesshomaru's half-demon twins, and Inu/Kags daughter. I think I have a feeling of who the mom is. ;)

Perfect timing, if you ask me. I'm more than motivated to continue this, and will have the next chapter out soon. I have so many other plot ideas, so you might see a few more of those come. I'm also excited for the new wave of stories that will come following the new show.

This fiction contains various mature themes, and is intended for users over the age of 18+. This is a warning. Do not proceed if you are uncomfortable with written violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha or the supporting characters.

A soft sway of delicate hips that sauntered in a tantalizing manner were the current engrossment of the deadly inhabitants that filled the large area. It was a sleekly built structure; Its interior was dark but highly modern. Steel accents that were accentuated by the glow of LEDs lined the corners, and were wrapped around everywhere. Deep mahogany booths were also to be seen, and smaller tables with the same rich leather dotted unused space of the circular booths. A very light haze of cigarette smoke permeated the area, creating an almost unearthly glow around the main omphalos: a stage.

Metal sequins tinkled softly as the hips they lined moved in an even slower manner as their owner reached the front of the stage.

The room was now hushed entirely, all eyes gleaming at the very petite, and very scantily clad younger woman, who happened to be a human. Something unusual for an establishment of this caliber. Suddenly a soft song permeated on in the background, and the young human reached out a dainty gloved hand around the metal pole. The tinkling of the sequins intensified as she spun around once, then twice, wrapping one leg over the pole the second time around.

This time, instead of a hushed silence, the room filled with quiet whistles, and the gleaming eyes started to leer. An air buzzed as excitement started to fill the space as the song continued.

The outfit she wore was a light grey, accentuated with an array of bronze sequins, held together by an intricate network of white lace. Her satin gloves came up to her elbows, which drew an onlooker's eyes to her breasts, which were slightly hanging out of the tight fitted corset. The top of the corset dipped into a v-shape, which led to very small darker grey booty shorts. The stockings were knee high, straps held them up quite strongly.

"Mm… wherever did you acquire such a sweet little thing like her?" The gravelly voice of the daiyoukai was very soft against the loud atmosphere, but his target heard him perfectly.

"My, my. Interested in a human? How very unusual of you, Ryukotsusei." Takemaru drawled as he watched the dragon demon's response, though none of his curiosity showed.

Although a small twitch of annoyance disturbed the daiyoukai's face, a small smirk appeared as his gaze darkened at the girl who was now starting to strip herself of her garments. "What is her name? Set me up one of those rooms, wouldn't you?"

"No can do, dragon. You see, she's still new and has... much to learn before I send her off to someone like you."

An angry aura crept itself out of the dragon daiyoukai named Ryukotsusei. The surrounding guests immediately reacted and tensed up, as if waiting for something to happen. The moment passed in a split second, because as quickly as he riled up, he calmed himself down just as fast.

Takemaru continued to observe. He knew trifling with this particular demon was a gamble, as his moods were unpredictable and highly dangerous. A slight waver in breath was all it took to draw an outburst from the large, intimidating figure that composed Rykotsusei.

The atmosphere now settled itself back to how it was moments' prior; cool, collected and once again buzzing with the excitement directed towards the newest addition to the clubs' staff - the dainty little human that was now in only her stockings, straps and heels. Articles of grey clothing littered the floor of the stage as her heels clicked around them. She hooked her right leg over the pole and tried not to wince as the cool metal brushed against her privates.

The soft decadence of the music signaled the end of the performance, and the once hushed, suspicious crowd was enraptured, teetering on the edges of their seats wanting more - much, much more - from the lithe girl.

The leers were something she had become accustomed to. She had spent the last two years learning this trade in another smaller and less known club. The looks and touches were something that came with the territory, but this atmosphere was something entirely new, different, and absolutely frightening.

Here she was in one of the most famed - if not the most famous - strip club known to the underground world. 'Le Verre' was an old establishment, its roots springing from the depths of the Feudal Era as a Yukaku long before. It had many different names, and throughout the centuries, it gained fame and notoriety alike for the clientele that it brought in.

Because it was situated in the middle of Japan, the location made it the most sought after spot for the surrounding Lords to visit peacefully during wartime, and it didn't take long for the city that surrounded Le Verre to become an official neutral zone that it is known for today.

Only a select few of the rich, famous, wealthy, and criminal were allowed to visit the confines of the ancient building. This meant the only ones coming here were in charge, and these higher echelons of demons were dangerous. The population consisted of gang bosses and politicians, and occasionally the four reigning Lords of their respected lands would visit themselves.

Presently, Japan was sectioned off into four parts: The North, South, East, and Western lands. Each part held a very powerful Daiyoukai as its lord, and they governed the inhabitants that lived within their realm. Speaking of which, one of them - the Lord of the Eastern Lands - was here at the moment.

And he was looking, no, he was staring straight at her. His eyes never left her body. It was as if he was willing her soul to leave her earthly body and drift towards him. His glare was dark and foreboding, and extremely pervasive. It left the girl feeling naked, not just physically, as she moved towards the bouncer to collect the tips she had earned for her performance. Just as she was about to leave the room to go to the back, she heard her name be called out.

"Rin! Come on over, I'd like to introduce you to a special someone." Takemaru called, almost shouted at her. Rin tucked her collected tips into a small velvet pouch and hurried over, her nipples hardening and goosebumps appearing once more as she picked her small gait up to go over to the two men sitting in one of the more secluded booths.

She didn't have to be introduced, Rin thought warily as she drew nearer. One of the other dancers had told her the Eastern Lord was visiting tonight and to avoid him at all costs. She didn't specify why, but Rin could only imagine.

Takemaru, the owner of the Le Verre, was slightly slouched back in the plush leather. A glass of what looked like whiskey was grasped in his left hand, and his right leg was crossed over the other. He almost looked like a human, except for the impossibly sharp features his face possessed. Takemaru's eyes held a curiously deep, verdant hue with slitted pupils. His hair, medium in length was a dark brown that shined healthily. It was pulled back in a low ponytail, leaving his bangs to fall over his handsome features.

Sitting to his right, was the famed dragon lord Ryukotsusei. If he looked intimidating from way up on the stage, he was even more alarmingly scarier closer in person. He was a very broad shouldered and well built demon whose face had eight vertical blue demon markings. His slightly unruly grey hair fell over his shoulders, and the top part of the mane was pulled back into a higher ponytail. His eyes were a piercing stormy color, with a hot gaze that could make even the mightiest of foe fall to their knees in fright.

As Rin stepped in front of the table, she bowed deeply. "My, what a lovely show. I'm impressed!" Takemaru's tone was encouraging, and his eyes were steady as he beckoned her closer. "This is Lord Ryukotsusei, lor-"

Before Takemaru could finish his introduction, the large claw of the grey dragon reached out in a split second - one that no human eye could follow. His large hand was wrapped around the small of her wrist, and instantaneously, he pulled her almost naked body onto his lap. The hand on her wrist travelled over her hips, where they dug into the soft flesh as if daring her to move.

"I'm Ryukotsusei, what a pleasure to meet you." The low gravel of his voice entered her ear and Rin felt the hot breath against it. A slow shiver started to creep up on the girl, and try as she might to quell the shaking, the efforts were failing slightly.

Takemaru said nothing as he eyed the display, though warily. The lord was known for his brutishness towards women, really anyone for that matter. "She doesn't speak." he informed the other demon after a moment of silence.

"Pity. I do wonder what kind of sounds you would have produced..." another hand suddenly went in between Rin's legs and his fingers pressed against her. Rin almost reeled, but this time she managed to keep her cool. "Too bad we can't go into one of those rooms… Really Takemaru, are you just trying to keep this little virgin for yourself?"

"Don't be so crass. She's the best prospect that I've had in awhile, and I wouldn't dare do anything to scare the little mouse off." Ryukotsusei took the hint and moved his hand away from the hot flesh. Rin internally sighed with relief. If she stayed any longer she was afraid of the tears that might leak out, and well, that really wouldn't be good.

"Ryukotsusei frequents this club every once in a while, Rin. He's one of our more generous clients. Expect more of him in the later months." he didn't miss the slight shiver that ran through her frame. "For now though, go backstage and help out. You don't have anymore shows tonight."

Rin nodded and tried not to look like she was in a hurry to get off the dragon demon's lap. She bowed once more, grabbed her small pouch and scuttled away from two men. Once again, she felt the malevolent stare of daiyoukai as she slipped backstage.

"Good heavens, are you ok Rin?!" A tall demoness with pink hair asked with a flushed face. Sakura, aptly named, was one of the club's house dancers. "He was ogling the hell out of you! Completely strange, coming from him. He hates humans."

'Don't they all?' Rin thought bitterly. She winced at the marks on her right hip which would no doubt bruise later on. 'At least he didn't break any skin...' She gently pushed away Sakura's hand, and gave a thumbs up to answer her question.

Though she was brand new here, she was happy with how she was being treated by the other girls. Most of them seemed to care for her well being, despite her being one of the two humans here. Apart from the dangerous encounter with the Eastern Lord, the night really shined. Her first show went by smoothly and flawlessly, and the clientele responded positively. Not only that, she made so much more than she'd ever imagine she could make, on just tips alone!

It was a far cry from what she used to make back at her old place. The money from tonight could pay the rent for the next three months!

How someone like Takemaru even considered visiting that place was beyond her but she would be forever grateful. Le Verre had the potential for a stable income, something that she could use to get herself out.

"Move it, chick." The cool tone came from the wind demoness, Kagura. She was another tall demoness, with a shiny abyss of black for hair and cherry colored eyes. Rin moved the side as quickly as she could, with her head slightly kept down. Like Sakura, Kagura was one of the main house attractions. A lot of the girls coveted her position as well her skill, and as such, looked up to her. Rin was unsure of her, though. While Kagura was a very beautiful demoness, she carried a biting and almost judgmental tone. Though she wasn't as egotistical as others in her position would be, she still knew her worth and held herself in a high regard. The clientele was right up the same alley.

"Of course he hates humans, Pinky. The only thing he likes doing to them is breaking them." Kagura smirked. "You're out of your element, little girl. You should watch it."

"Oh lay off Kagura," Sakura responded, smacking her lips while she re-applied her lipstick. "She'll probably be the most popular one! You'll be fine Rin. It's illegal for any of these guys to harm you in any way. Takemaru has our backs!"

A speaker suddenly called out. "Kagura to VIP 3, Kagura VIP 3"

Rin looked over and saw a flash of what seemed like annoyance in her face. "I'm out of here, losers." She did a half-wave to the dressing room and sauntered out the door.

'Kagura's right… this isn't the place I should be in.' Rin had no doubt in her abilities, or that she could succeed and source a lot of cash from here. Dangerous criminals, gangsters and lords came here. They get what they want, and she was scared that even Takemaru wouldn't always be around to protect her like he did earlier. 'Ugh, what a mess.' She chewed her bottom lip as she looked over to the small group of dancers in one of the corners of the makeup/fitting rooms. They were laughing and having a fun time, but didn't motion for Rin to come over.

It would be a while before the girl would become more… accepted. Most still had their doubts, the only reason being that she was a human. "I'll catch you later Rin, guys!" An enthusiastic Sakura waved as she headed out the door to retire home. Rin waved back with a small smile.

'At least Sakura likes me…'

More lip chewing occurred as she cleaned up the surrounding space. The backstage was very elegant, much like the main room, but much more brightly lit. It wasn't bad lighting, either. Putting on makeup was a breeze back here, and made you feel like a movie star.

A couple of more uneventful hours passed. Because she had no more shows tonight, Rin would continue cleaning, ironing out suits, and straightening things up. For a period of time, she also helped out with the waitressing as one of the girls had to go home early.

Finally, it came time for her to pack her things up and leave. She walked out the backstage, gave a small wave and smile, and headed out towards the back, where her car was parked. This meant she had to pass by some of the VIP rooms, which almost all were empty… except one. Room 3. She noticed the door was closed, and as she passed by it she had to cover her mouth to stop the small gasp from escaping.

"Ryukotsusei, have you had enough yet?" What sounded like a slap echoed through the door. "You're rougher than usual, what got your panties in a twist?"

"Shut it, wind witch. Bend back over, I'm not done yet. Keep your yapping and I'll cut that breath off, right here."

A shiver of absolute horror ran down the small of Rin's spine as she heard Ryukotsusei's growled response. She snapped out of shock, and hurried down the hall, and finally got to the double doors that led back out to the parking lot. For the second time during her work period, a hand seemingly shot out of nowhere to grab her arm. It was Takemaru.

"Most of the girls here are fine with… pleasuring the clients. But if someone like Ryukotsusei decides they want you, they will have you. I can keep you safe from most of them, including that dragon. He's much too brutish. But there are… certain others that can't be deterred. You'd better be aware of that, little mouse."

The heavy green look of Takemaru's eyes zeroed in on Rin's soft and delicate darker brown eyes. She nodded vigorously and this time, tears did spring up in her eyes. She bowed to Takemaru once he let her go, and hastily rushed out of the double doors, and into the cool, peaceful night.

Only once Rin got into her older, and slightly dingy car, did she let a few tears escape down the youth of her heart shaped face. Thick lashes that framed her doe eyes were now wet with the salt, and the once craftily put-together makeup was starting to smear.

'There's no way out for me, what have I done?!' Going into Le Verre, she knew she'd have to give up some liberties, but not all. She already began dreading that moment - the one Takemaru had warned her about - and her anxiety enveloped her chest in a heavy shroud. Rin willed herself to breathe slowly, trying to calm her racing heart. But there was one undeniable fact that swayed tauntingly in the back of her head: She was stuck. There was no way out of that club.

There was a strict 5 year contract that couldn't be broken no matter what, and after that was over, she would be bound to that club for a very long time, in other ways. Because there were so many crime lords and important people that frequented not only to enjoy themselves, but conduct meetings, they were all as a result paranoid of the witnesses and wanted them under wraps.

After another minute of gathering herself together, Rin started her car and drove out of the parking lot and back to her small and dingy apartment. It wasn't anywhere near the best, but she lingered because her landlord was the sweetest old man who had helped her get her on her feet after fleeing from her final foster home. The neighborhood wasn't too bad and mainly filled with low-income families. While it bordered a ghetto, it was far enough to be comfortable. Rin considered running some upgrades to the small apartment by Totosai that she would now definitely be able to afford.

'Some new hardwood floors, new paint, some trim… a new coffee machine and a popcorn machine!' She reached the locked glass and unlocked it, before heading up the stairs to the top third floor. She breathed a sigh of content as she noticed the small and grimy numbers "18C". 'Ahh, home at last!'

Her first actual working day had been exhausting. She was on the stage far longer than she was used to, and the soreness traveled itself deep inside her muscles. It was far better than cleaning and shadowing though, that was for sure.

After a quick and steamy hot shower, Rin went to her small bedroom and pulled a nightgown with cute froggies over her head. One hand accidentally brushed against the welt on her side, causing a low whine to slip from her mouth. As her eyes washed over the spot, she noticed that it had already started darkening. She would have to wear something over it and slather it with some concealer before going to work later today.

Eyes downcast, the girl fell into her small full bed and yanked the covers over her, before drifting off to sleep. Her cat, a small orange tabby named Mushu, curled up beside her legs and also fell asleep with her.

"What do you mean, he's interested in a human?"

Kagura glared at the man that sat across from her. "Did you not just hear me? He was glowering at her, like she was some expensive steak. And Takemaru looked annoyed. He usually lets Ryukotsusei have his way with most of the girls."

Her ruby eyes, now maroon in the dark-lit room looked down at her fist, which was clenched. The man sitting across her was a very wanted Black Book criminal in the underground world. Something of a transient, he kept to himself and had very few people he involved himself with.

"Keep an eye on them. What about the dog?"

Kagura's eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second. It was no secret that there was another demon that was even more secretive than the one in front of her. He was a very reclusive and private demon that never let his superior guard down for anyone or anything. Getting to him was a very difficult and arduous task.

In what seemed to have a reticent undertone, Kagura responded. "He's supposed to be in town in a couple of months. Supposedly he'll be bringing some other higher ups with him." The tap of a cigarette could be heard, as the random trail of smoke slowly snaked around the room.

"Very well," He did another once-over on Kagura, "You may go. Keep low and report back next month."

"Of course, love. Will do." She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. 'That guy… tsk'. Dealing with him was a necessary evil. Her life was bound to him and there was no way around that truth. Kagura's heels clicked down the hallway languidly. 'Maybe he can help me…'

Or, maybe not. Maybe she'd wither away into the wind. Whether she died or escaped, one way or another, she'd be free.

Whew. What in the world did Rin get herself into?

edited: 5.11.2020