Chapter 10

He lowered his hand and tried to comprehend what had just happened. Somehow the Hanyou had woken from his slumber. Actually he knew exactly how Inuyasha had been revived. His idiot servant had been to rash and thought it would look good if he was able to get the jewel even though his specific instructions were not to harm the girl.

The man rubbed his eyes, the Hanyou would cause no problem if he didn't discover how and why he had been put into a comatose for five hundred years. It was defiantly a problem if anything was exposed. The man looked very young but like Inuyasha he was anything but. Combined he was almost six hundred years old. He didn't show it however as he walked down the hall to the second door to the left. His powerful strides making hollow thumps on the ground. His other foolish servants tried to follow him but finally had enough sense to stay away.

A man lay curled in the corner of the room. It was dark and damp in there, and even if there were a light it would be almost impossible to recognize him. Hair that was once thick and wavy was now matted and filthy. Eyes that were once gold had now lost all sparkle. When another man entered he knew that it was his master, and he knew he should turn and greet him but he had neither the strength nor the will.

"I'm going to ask you again why you felt the need to disobey my orders." The intruder on the prisoner's peaceful abode said. He didn't even go past the threshold. The master stood there for what seemed like an eternity until he spoke again.

"You know, I don't like being ignored. I like being answered." As the man spoke he started walking closer and closer to the prisoner's body. "Am I being ignored?" He whispered into the man's ear. It was a deathly whisper. Ever since his transformation the master had been worse than ever.

"No." Even the prisoner's voice had changed; it was once light but now had deflated.

"Good. Then tell me what you know. Oh and don't lie, I know when you are lying." The master conjured a chair up for himself and sat on it. The prisoner used all of his strength to get up on the dirty mat that he called a bed.

"I went to the girl's house and did exactly what you told me to do." His words were simple but the effect they had on the master was tragic, his face his nose flared out and his always pale complexion flushed. This was exactly what the prisoner had been telling him since he had come back to the mansion.

"But I told you to go to her house and but to never touch or harm her. I told you not to lie to me." The master flexed his fingers and the prisoner fell to the floor in silent pain.

"But he told me, y-y-y-you t-t-told me w-what to do." The man said between bursts of pain. The master stopped what he was doing.

"What did you say?" The master was one of those that when he got mad he would become deadly quiet everyone around him would try with all their strength to try and fix whatever was making him angry.

"He told me to do it, he said you would be very angry with me if I told you what he said, and I think he put a potion in my drink." The servant was grasping at straws, anything just to be back in the master's favor.

The master stood and left without saying or hearing anything the prisoner was trying to say. He went straight down to where he knew his servant was. The house he was walking in seemed to get darker as he descended, maybe it was because it was an old house and there were few windows, or the fact that the master's anger was so great he was pushing any kind of light out.

When he arrived at his destination there were only three of his servants there. He stood above a hook nosed, grease haired man, and didn't wait until the conversation was over but simply ended it.

"Severus we need to talk."