CHAPTER 2

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA, OR ANYTHING FOR THAT MATTER. I'M PRETTY BROKE. WORD.

Ugh...weekend. I've gotta kill time before I go pick Tiff up at Saturday Detention. Here it goes.

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A searing pain shot through Kagome's legs as conciousness regained. She moaned in agony, moving her limbs into a more comfortable position, though she doubted there was anything more comfortable than unconciousness. The wounds she received earlier reopened at her movement, making her cringe in pain. Then she heard that disgustingly sarcastic voice and everything went back into perspective.

"Your awake my little refuge." She heard him say. Groaning, she opened her eyes and gave them a second to ajust from the blurr. A black haired yokai was standing in front of her, a smile spread wide across his face. The red in his eyes reminded her of the robes that traitor wore. She grunted.

"You never ceace to amaze me human." He growled, swiftly slapping her across the face. She recoiled in pain, but slowly lifted her head back, glaring into her captive's eyes. "Ah, back for more...just like always wench. Where do you find the courage to defy your masters?"

She spat in his face, mostly blood. "Because fucker's like you should rot in hell, Naraku." She retorted, tensing up for another slap to the face. It never came. Instead he wipped the blood from his face and glared questioningly at her.

"You'll never learn." He said angrily, walking away. "Enjoy the day, for I'll make sure your dead by the morrow."

Panic followed by pain swept through Kagome. She was a gonner unless she could find a way out of her shackles, and even then, running away was out of the question in her condition. She wouldnt make it out of the castle. Bracing herself, she pulled and tugged violently, screaming, moaning, begging for escape, just one last time...her last chance. But the rusted metal wouldnt give and soon she could feel the wetness of blood covering her body. She yelled in frustration.

This was it. She was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. Coming to terms with that fact was hard to do, but as she fell into a desperate rest, she did.

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Anger surged through Sesshomaru's body, his eyes focused on Naraku's blood smeared face. He kept repeating in his head

(that dirty little wench that silly little bitch I'll fucking kill her)

curses towards the girl who repeatedly defied them, countlessly went against their words...it was begining to feel hopelessly redundant for his liking. And though she was his servant, the little bitch could still manage tourturing Naraku along with constantly running away.

"Kill her?" he repeated for the third time in utter shock, "You want me to sully my hands with her tainted blood? Isnt there another alternative Naraku?"

Sesshomaru thought that the girl was absolutely a vision. Beautiful even when covered in dirt and blood (the way he liked her), stunningly afraid through her silly facaude of bravery. On more than one occasion, he had drempt of using her in ways, those type of dirty and erousing ways, though he would never admit that to Naraku, or Koga (a little more understanding, though barely). Like all men, he had fantasies, but that doesnt necissarily mean anything. He possessed no love for the girl. At all.

Naraku gave him a deadly stare. "The girl spat at me. Her mouth, so dirty, defiled...she called me a fucker for chrissake!" He yelled challengingly, pulling a fresh tissue from his pocket, rubbing the crued blood from his face. He growled angrily, "You have to do something about her, or I will. All the other servants are obediant, but she doesnt seemed to catch the hint that we have power...sometimes I dont think you even understand that Sesshomaru."

He recoiled at this last statement, shocked at the harshness of his words. Regardless, Sesshomaru kept an ice cold stare fixed on Naraku.

"Tomorrow. I will decide what to do with her."

He rose from an elegant Georgian-style chair with a finger pressed to his temple. He nodded calmly to the red faced yokai and exited the bare foyer, mind racing beyond his power.

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"Inuyasha, why so glum? You've been moping around the house for 2 days now." Sango asked, smiling sweetly at the distress hanyou. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Sango, I'm just deep in thought."

Miroku laughed, replying sarcastically, "You think?"

Inuyasha gave him a grave look, then rolled his eyes. "Its just, I saw my prick of a brother the other day. He was chasing this girl with black hair and a white tattered dress that was covered in blood. She was obviously human...she looked so...sad." A miserable feeling washed over him reciting the incident.

"Someones in love." Shippo mumbled under his breath, giggling.

Sango's faced flushed. She stared at Inuyasha, stared at his gloom and suddenly felt terribly glum herself. "Thats so horrible...she's a servant of your brother?"

"Yeah, I guess. I didnt even catch her name. There was this look in her eyes...like she was begging for help. I couldnt help her..." He replied staring down into his hands. He didnt know what it was like to be used, tortured...but he knew what it was like to be human. And demon. Being both made him somewhat of a leper. All he could do was slip through the cracks of society and watch from the sidelines...which was why he had no desire to help her on that night. But now, 2 days after seeing the poor lifeless girl, all he could think about was saving her from that bastards hands.

Miroku sighed, studying the back of a large novel. "So what do you want to do about it? Are you going to take action?" He asked amused.

Inuyasha thought it over for a while, eyes shifting from Miroku back to his palms. "I want to...but what can I do to help her?" he asked genuinly.

Miroku glanced up from the heavy book, one eyebrow much higher than the other, and opened his mouth to speek. Sango slapped him smartly across the face before a sylable could even cross through his lips. He stood there flaberghasted, with his mouth still wide open.

"What the hell was that for?!" He cried out, nursing the darkened handprint on his cheek.

She moved back calmly and smiled. "You didnt even have to say anything," she said sweetly, "and I knew you were going to be perverted again."

He smiled back at her, "You know me all too well." Miroku replied slyly, stroking the side of her face with a callused hand. She blushed shyly and looked back at Inuyasha.

He was gone.

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He ran quickly, sprinting through the forest like a madman. Everything began to blur, shapes became colors, complementing eachother like an exquisit painting. Rain began to splatter against his face, as the pace caught up with him. Soon enough he was panting like a dog, yet still persisting to keep up the steady pace. The rain fell harder.

I'll save you, priestess...

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"Nghaauuugh..." She moaned in pain. Unconciousness had swept her sweetly for only a couple of hours, then dropped her like trash. She pulled slightly, then stopped, hearing the sound of rusted chains clanking together miserably. She foolishly tugged at the chain around her tender neck, rubbing it against her throat bothersomely. Again, she moaned, though it came out as more of a strangled ghasp. "Fuck." She whispered distraughtly.

The sound of footsteps acending down the spiral staircase frightened her to the bone. She pursed her lip, staring at the bolted metal door with wide doughy eyes. Fearing the enterance of her 'master' (she refused to call that son of a bitch anything positive), she bit her lip enough to draw blood. The coppery taste triggered her adrenaline, and soon she was shaking in rage.

Click. The bolt was unhinged. A slow creak followed, and though it seemed impossible, Kagome's eyes grew wider.

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YEAH!!! Sorry it took so long to update this folks, I've been going through a tough time, I'd tell ya what happened, but the reasons would be longer than the story itself! Reviews would be nifty.

o0o0o0o...New thing! I'm getting into DNAngel, so as soon as I do more research on the plot line, I promise a cute story!...well...I should really finish the ones I've started first, huh? lol Catch you guys next time! -

-KHM