Kagome sat in the passenger seat of her father's car, staring blankly out the window as he drove them.
Part of her mind was busy taking note of her reflection. Every detail that she could think of from the traditional pale, pale purple kimono with the pink cherry blossoms and petals scattered along the hem, collar and sleeves of her outfit, as well as the multi colored violet, pink, off lime green, and blue monarch butterflies that decorated the places inbetween. To the pearl earrings in her ears (her father had chosen the pink ones) to the light touch of makeup on her small face.
Blush to give her paler than pale face some color, a light touch of purple-pink eyeshadow, and lip gloss to (make her lips look more 'fuckably' noticable) her father had taunted before he had then roughly taken a brush to her long hair.
And ripped a good portion out thanks entirely to the snars and tangles that she had developed before he had then braided her long hair so that it would hang fetchingly down her back, and then placed a lovely- and she used the term loosely since there was nothing lovely about being treated like a fuck toy- fresh water pearl and carved pink mother of pearl cherry blossom hair piece in her hair to partially hold some of her hair back from her face.
Not long after forcing her tiny feet into some small sandles, he had then without another word to her loaded her into his car and without a word drove off.
The car ride only lasted for about fourty five minutes- all in all- it wasn't bad. Her dad was too busy driving them to bother telling her what was going on. Much less why she was dressed so nicely. Though knowing him as she had come to- whatever answers he could have given her were likely not too good.
The worst case scenario at this point was probably something along the lines of- he had sold her into prostitution.
She was so lost in her own little world that she completely missed the sudden change in scenery, from the slight middle class side of town to the gated community that her father was pulling into. Blinking her blue eyes at the large houses that they were passing, she frowned for a moment. The only gated community that she knew uf was about ten or so miles away, give or take, from her home.
It was also the home of one of her schoolmates.
Inuyasha Taisho.
What could we be doing here? She wondered curiously as she opened her mouth to ask her father, when he suddenly stopped the car and parked it along the curb outside of a large house with a bigger than big fenced in yard. Huh?
"Get out whore." Her father said as he slowly climbed opened his car door and climbed out of his seat.
"F-Father where are we-" She asked, suddenly feeling worried and more than a little bit scared.
"I said get out you little bitch." Her father said sharply, causing her to jump a little bit before reaching for the door handle and fumbling with it for a second before managing to open her car door and climbing out. Once out, she shut the door quietly and moved to stand on the curb where her father was already waiting for her.
"Now, slut, these are some very important people to daddy. In fact they are also very important to you as well," She opened her mouth to ask what he meant only to feel the sharp sting of his hand as he slapped her. "Shut your mouth bitch, you have no right to have it open unless one of your new owners is filling it with their cock."
Kagome stared at her dad with wide terrified eyes as his words crashed through her mind like a wrecking ball, leaving her shaking in fear.
Owners. He had said owners. As in multiple people.
Panic began to set in and her muscles locked up on her, causing her to have to be dragged roughly away from the car and through the fenced in yard, up to the front door of the house before he let her go, causing her to stumble forward and slam into the door and fall with a loud yelp as she landed hard on the concrete steps while her father looked on in disdain.
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The Taisho's knew the exact moment that their visitors had arrived by the loud thud and a yelp that occurred on the other side of the front door where they stood together.
Inu no Taisho in a semi nice, yet comfortable blue shirt and some black slacks. His long white hair was tied up in a high ponytail on top of his head. Next to him was Sesshomaru (whom had stubbornly argued with his father for over an hour about being able to wear what he had put on in the first place) and still wore the damnedable outfit even now. Inuyasha, however seemed to be the more sensible of his family and his simply donned a black The Walking Dead T-shirt and torn jeans.
Though his father was less than pleased by his choice in attire, he was at least slightly less irritated with the boy than he let on since he had actually showered and groomed himself for this occasion.
So- there was that.
Sighing, Taisho stepped forward as soon as the male on the other side of the door knocked, and gave his boys a quick glance and then slowly opened the door to greet Higurashi.
The moment that the door opened, Higurashi gave the three of them his slimiest smile and greeted the three with a low bow as he said, Taisho- sama, I've come to deliver your new toy to you." Causing Taisho to narrow his golden eyes at the man for a moment as Higurashi turned and none too gentle grabbed the little female that he had somehow missed, up from where she was sitting on the stone steps of his small porch, by her long hair, forcing a pained cry from the child as he brutally yanked her up and in front of him so that her new owners could see her more clearly.
Taisho took a moment to look over the little onna, much like his two son's.
Each of them taking note of her clothing, hair style, the barely there bit of makeup on her little face as well as the red place on one side of her face that was shaped like a handprint.
The child was frightfully small, and thin. Her body looked so frail and breakable that Taisho was tempted to bring the man into his home and kill him. Slowly and painfully. It was more than obvious to him and his sons that the little onna had been not only abused but neglected.
Seriously, had the sorry bastard of a man ever bothered to feed the poor child?
But that wasn't what almost sent him into a blood frenzy. No. That was because of the lack of innocence in the child's scent.
"Do you find the little bitch acceptable?" Higurashi asked eagerly, no doubt wanting to get the money that he had been promised for the onna.
Taisho took several momsnets to reign in his temper before finally saying, "She is acceptable. Come inside, there is just one detail I wish to speak to you about before you get your money." He said as he stepped back to allow the man and the terrified child inside of his home.
Once both had crossed his threshold and the door was closed, he locked it and then glanced at Sesshomaru who stepped forward and in typical fashion intimidated the man into letting go of the girl and then reached out and took the little one by the hand and without another word, led the nearly crying child towards his father's study as Inuyasha excused himself to go do something upstairs, as per their plan.
"What detail needs taken care of? I want my money." Higurashi bit out in an imputent tone that made Taisho want to rip out the greedy human's throat.
"Come to my study and we shall disguss it in depth." He said as he led the man to his study where he found Sesshomaru already sitting in the chair next to his own, behind his desk, with the near hysterical little onna held carefully in his arms.
He looked up at his father with an almost expressionless look on his face, but it was his eyes that gave his distress away to the elder inu. Sesshomaru, much like himself and Inuyasha had been taught as pups fresh from the womb's of their mother's that only weaklings and cowards brutalised females.
In fact the abuse and rape of a female for any reason was abhorant to them.
Escpecially given the recent two hundred years or so when the youkai population had begun to dwindle dangerously in number. Females, even human ones- if they belonged to a clan or pack- were treasured beyond measure. For each one inevitably created new life.
Higurashi sat himself down on the other side of Taisho's desk and waited as the demon male closed the door to his study and then took a seat before asking again, "Alright, we're here. What details did you want to go over?"
Taisho looked over the man for a moment before simply saying, "Was it not part of our deal for our new...toy...to be untouched?"
Higurashi blinked for a moment before lying, "She is."
"Do you truely think that you can lie to my face about her lack of purity and still get paid what you asked for her? What possible reason did you think would warrant you touching my family's new property?"
The man sniffed and then said, "The little bitch wanted it."
"That is not a reason to touch what doesn't any longer belong to you."
"It isn't like it matters much. The girl had to be broken in." Higurashi said in a cold tone before going on to say quite smugly, "Besides, you and your family should be thanking me for doing you a service. The little bitch is a miko with powerful miko abilities far stronger than those of my late wife. She would have been more trouble for you later on down the road if I hadn't tainted her accordingly. As it is, her powers should no longer exist."
Taisho narrowed his eyes at the man as he went over what he had said before turning to his son and silently commanding him to see if he could sense any miko abilities within the girl.
Sesshomaru nodded his head in understanding and very carefully, used one hand to make the distraught girl look him in the eyes and then slowly began to release his suffocatingly oppressive youki to see if anything happened.
It took a moment or so, but he felt her reiki spark and began to push against his youki in an attempt to protect her. Once he was certain that the power was still there, and still strong enough to serve her later on down the road, he suppressed his youki again at the same excat moment that her reiki died down again, leaving the little onna feeling quite drained.
So much so that she practically fainted on him.
"Her power is still there. And still quite strong. A suppressor of some sort may be needed until she is used to us." Sesshomaru said, though he hated the idea of placing a suppressor on the girl and making her weak.
Perhaps he could speak to his father about designing a special suppressor that would simply not allow her to use her power unless she was truely scared. He would also have to see about perhaos asking for protective spells to be etched into the suppressor that would feed on a little bit of his and his father's youki. That way if the onna ever got into any trouble and couldn't call on her power- their's would protect her as well as alert them to the her location so that they wouldn't have to waste any time tracking her using modern means.
"Well, that is something at least." His father said in response to Sesshomaru's findings.
As if he ever had a chance to doubt him, the moment that the girl's reiki had sparked to life within her, he had felt his skin begin to slowly begin to burn as her power brushed up against him.
"Looks as if your attempt to rip her power from her failed Higurashi." Taisho said as the man sputtered at him in red faced disbelief.
"Not to worry, onna's like this little one require a more saphisticated touch than you could possibly give. Still, I am angry that her innocnece was taken when it was part of our deal. Plus there is also the matter of you lying to me. Perhaps you would like a taste of your own medicine before you leave?" Taisho said as his golden eyes gave off an eerie glow.
Higurashi looked at him like he was mad.
Which he was. Extremely mad. In fact he was just mad enough to drag the stupid fucker from his study and play with him for a little bit in the dungeon that he and his eldest son used for various reasons. In fact if he recalled correctly...the last time either of them had used it for anything had been when Sesshomaru had brought home a couple of girls.
Twins.
And the two of them had been into some really kinky and messed up stuff. Even by Taisho's standards. Still...he was pretty sure that the knives, scapels, piercers, chains and toys were still there. And if memory served him well, one of the toys there was over a foot long and at least the width of his fist.
He could hang Higurashi in there by the chains, strip him, and with the use of the scapels and knives- shove that toy up Higurashi's ass and then maybe cut off his cock and stuff it down his throat.
Who knew, maybe if he did, the man may choke on it and die feeling the same pain, terror and helplessness as his daughter.
But then again...given what the man had done to the girl- he might actually like being raped, himself. Glancing for a moment over at his son, he noted that he was holding the little one in a slightly possessive manner, his face buried against her throat as he sniffed her to make sure that she was really alright.
Apparently having her pass out on him worried him more than it should have if he was reverting to acting on instinct. Really, even Taisho knew that the child was just exhausted both physically and emotionally.
"What do you mean, a taste of my own medicine?"
"Why that should be obvious- I was referring to what you have done to your daughter."
The man took on an almost sickly shade of green before quickly covering the sudden sense of dread he was feeling with a false sense of bravdo as he said, "I've had cocks before. I doubt that yours is anything impressive." The moment he said this he wished he could take it back as the demon across from him gave him a slow, faged smile full of malicious intent as he stood up from his seat and said to his son,
"Take care of the onna and yahsa until I return." And with that he walked around the desk, grabbed Higurashi and yanked him up out of his seat and walked out of the door, and dragged the man through his house kicking and screaming.
He'd show this monster that he never should have laid a hand on his precious daughter.
And the fucker wouldn't be leaving the dungeon until he got his point across.