The revised chapter two.

Demon's Love

Chapter Two

The woman laying in his bed sat up immediately, her slate gray eyes opened wide with fear and confusion. His hands clenched into fists as he stared at the girl holding his father's sword. How did she happen upon his sword? Better yet, how did she sneak onto his ship with the deck full of his men? She had plenty of questions to answer.

Demon stepped forward, an action meant to take the sword away from her, but it didn't quite work out that way. Before his foot could touch the floor, she opened her mouth wide, and a blood-curling scream came. He flinched from the sound, covering his ears with his hands. The scream reminding him of a banshee claiming her victim.

Scenarios began to form within Kagome's mind. Is she dreaming? Hallucinating? Maybe someone kidnapped her when she was unconscious…Oh no! They're going to sell her to some fat middle-aged man who'll make her clean his disgusting clothes and-

"Stop screaming!" the man yelled over her screams, and she quickly obeyed pushing herself back against the wall.

She watched as he straightened, narrowing his eyes in anger. Instinctively, she hugged the sword closer to her chest, afraid for her life. She quickly averted her eyes to the doorway behind the man. Maybe she could throw the sword and make a run for it. She did track one year in high school. She could make it.

"Give me my sword woman." He growled, walking forward holding out his hand.

Kagome felt the anger building up inside of her. Now was not the time to loose her temper. This man would probably kill her without batting an eyelash. Just breathe Kagome. You can talk yourself out of this, she thought to herself.

"Now!"

"Stop yelling at me!" she yelled back. "And my name is not woman. It's Kagome! And another thing, this is not your sword. It belongs to the Museum of Japanese History!"

He raised an eyebrow at her, not expecting the woman to yell at him. It's not everyday that someone would stand up to him, man or woman. Especially saying an outright lie to his face. Who was she exactly?

"That sword does belong to me." He said softly in a voice that could scare the bravest man.

She pushed herself away from the wall, kneeling on the bed. Anger was beginning to outweigh her fear. "And I'm telling you that it doesn't. Who do you think you are? The pirate-"

"Demon! We got a problem!" a man yelled, running through the door. "Kurodo is trying to pick a fight at the tavern. He's not listening to-" He stopped, his eyes coming upon the dark-haired woman in the captain's bed. "Captain?"

"Leave Koga, I'll be there shortly." Demon said, never taking his eyes off the woman.

Kagome's wide eyes moved from one man to the other, trying to comprehend what was happening. Did this man named Koga just call this man Demon? But Demon lived over a hundred years ago. This couldn't be true. Someone was trying to play a trick on her. There was no way that the real Demon could be standing in front of her.

"Kagome, the sword." He ordered softly.

Mindlessly, she handed it over, the fight escaping her. He gladly took it, and placed the sword by his side. She sat down, her arms limp by her sides. Oh God, what was going on? She had to be dreaming. Time travel only happened in science fiction movies. She closed her eyes in anguish feeling tears beginning to form. Was she ever going to she her family again? Her mother needed her help around the shrine. Her little brother needed his sister to help him with his homework.

The pirate captain stared at her for a moment, wondering what to do now. He could let her go, but he knew he couldn't. He had to find out how this small woman sneaked past his watchful crew without anyone noticing. However, he knew the minute he walked off this ship, she was going to run for it. He had to make sure she stayed within his room, and he knew how.

"Jaken!" he yelled.

Kagome lifted her head at the yell, wondering what he was doing. Maybe he was calling someone to get rid of her. Throw her over the side of the ship and let her drown. She couldn't die! She had yet to live!

A few seconds after Demon shouted, a small man came running into the room. Kagome tilted her head to the side, questioning him the captain thought her so small a threat that he would have a small child watch her.

"Yes, milord." The small man said, bowing his head.

"I want you to watch this woman. Make sure she doesn't leave the ship." He ordered.

Jaken turned to look at the woman, slowly nodding to acknowledge the command. Why would the captain want her to stay on the ship, he wondered. But it wasn't his place to ask such questions. He was only here to serve his Lord Demon.

Satisfied that his order was going to be followed, the handsome captain turned to leave, but the voice of a mad woman stopped him.

"Excuse me!" she cried out, "How dare you keep me here! I'm not any of your responsibility. I can leave whenever I want, and I'm leaving!"

She got up from the bed, stomping towards the door in complete anger. God, she only met him a few minutes ago and already he annoys her. She would smack him upside the head if she weren't so frightened of him.

About two feet from the door, someone grabbed her elbow, spinning her around. She let out a slight yelp, connecting with the hardness of Demon's chest. Gasping in surprise, she pushed against him, trying to feel the hardness of his muscles. She could smell the scent coming off his body. Better than any male cologne she smelt at home.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he grasped her chin forcing her to look at him. Within those beautiful eyes he saw the panic she was feeling. Was it panic from knowing she's in the arms of the pirate captain Demon or had she never been in the arms of another man before?

"You're not going anywhere." He whispered so only she could hear.

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Then tell me who can."

Her brow furrowed. "What?"

"Who do you belong to?"

"I'm not a dog. I don't belong to anyone but myself." The nerve of this man. She would kick him if she wasn't so close to him.

"Where are your parents?"

Her eyes lost their glow, and dropped to stare at his chest. "I don't know." she whispered.

Regretting that he asked the question, he pushed aside the urge to comfort her. You're a pirate dammit, he growled at himself. You don't have any emotions so don't start feeling them now.

"Then you're staying here."

"No! Didn't you just hear me?" she yelled, pushing against him. "I'm not staying here. You can't tell me what to do!"

He pinched her chin, wanting her attention once more. "It seems that I can. You don't belong to anyone and you have no parents. So-"

"I have parents!"

"But they're not around. So Kagome, you're staying here."

Seeing it was no point to argue, Kagome dropped her head in defeat. Out of the corner of her eye she accessed her prison guard. He was small but he did seen to have some muscle to him. She could probably jump over him to get away. She just needed to find the right moment.

"Milord?"

Demon turned his head, coming upon his servant that he forgotten. "Yes Jaken."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I was wondering sir. But please don't punish me for asking this or-"

"Just ask Jaken!"

"Are you claiming her milord?"

His lord's eyes narrowed at him, and he took a step back. He knew what Demon was like when he was mad. He remembered the time when Demon got in a fight with his brother when their father passed away. Inuyasha received Tessaiga as their father wished it, leaving Demon with the sword Tenseiga. Demon say Inuyasha unworthy on the sword and tried to take it from him. Broken furniture and a bleeding arm later Inuyasha still left with the sword.

"I'm sorry milord." He apologized. "I'll never speak out of line again."

"See that you don't Jaken." He said, steeping away from Kagome. "Make sure she stays on the ship. I don't want her gallivanting around."

He looked down at the dark-haired woman. "When I get back, I expect you to answer my questions."

She watched the stunning man leave, her mind going over what happened a few minutes ago. Claim her? What do they mean by that? Does it mean the same thing as what she read in those romance novels that she stole from her mother? Does Demon want to get involved with her?

Kagome was in complete confusion. She had yet to figure out how she got to the past. The museum official did say that a priestess put a curse on Demon. Maybe the curse expanded to the sword. A curse set to not ruin one life but two as well. Kagome sighed in defeat. She never should have went on her senior trip.

Demon…the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His silver hair; his golden eyes; his slim, muscular body beneath his clothes. Noticing her train of thoughts, a blush tinted her cheeks. She shouldn't be thinking about that cold-hearted man.

"Why are you getting red, woman?" Jaken asked.

"I'm not!" she exclaimed, making her blush brighter.

He snorted and was about to remark on her cheeks again but something interrupted. A noise was coming from the deck and moving closer to the captain's quarters. He knew that noise, and instinctively backed away. However, it was too late. A big ball of white came running into the room and pounced on the small man.

Kagome gasped, and started laughing when Jaken was tossed from one side to the other. It was funny to see the small man going against something that outweighed him and actually try to win. It was nice to laugh given her situation. Take happiness where you can.

The sound of her laughter caught the animal's attention, and he slowly turned to her. The amusement in the situation died when her eyes connected with the animal's. They were a beautiful shade of auburn, quite unlike anything she has ever seen. Even his fur was unbelievable. He was completely white, which she could say that it was the first time she had ever seen a dog that way. He looks so stunning.

Reaching out her hand to place it within the softness, the dog bared its teeth, growling to warn her away. The dog clearly didn't want to be touched.

"Mokomoko, bad dog!" Jaken yelled, hitting the dog on his nose.

The dog didn't take it lightly to being hit and tried to take a bite out of the hand waving before his face. "Don't snap at me!"

Jaken raised his hand over his head, thinking of giving the dog the worst hit in his life. No dog tried to take a bite out of him!

His hand made its way down, but didn't connect with the dog's face. As a matter of fact, it was still floating in the air, another hand wrapped around his wrist.

"Don't you dare hit this dog!" Kagome yelled, pushing Jaken away. "How could you hit such a beautiful creature?"

Regaining his balance, Jaken glared up at the woman. "Don't tell me what to do! I'll hit him all I want."

"Over my dead body."

Jaken growled deep in his throat, holding back the words he longed to say. He would love to kill the annoying woman, but he knew he couldn't. His lord wouldn't like that and mostly likely have his head.

"Fine, protect the godforsaken animal, just stay away from me!" he yelled, taking a seat in the corner of the room.

Sending a vicious glare at him, Kagome knelt down, coming eye level to the dog. "Mokomoko…is that your name, boy? It's very pretty." The dog growled. "Okay, not pretty. Masculine."

Seeing the dog was satisfied with her words, she slowly reached out her hand. His fur coat was tempting her to pet it, and she had to satisfy to urge. The dog stared at the hand, watching as it drawn nearer, never backing away.

"Don't get near him!" Jaken cried out. "If you do, you'll get bit and the captain will have my head."

Kagome straightened, looking at the man. "He wasn't going to bite me. I'm sure he was going to let me pet him."

"He lets no one touch him but Demon."

"Well he was going to let me!"

She turned around, angry, and ran out of the room. She could hear Jaken yelling after her, but that only made her run faster. Men were surprised as she raced by them. They all looked at each other, the same question burning in their minds. Did she come out of the captain's quarters?

Kagome ran down the wooden ramp that connected the ship to the port. The shipping port was filled with men and women walking. Men carrying crates to other ships. Women scarcely dressed enticing men to them. She immediately stopped and looked around with her eyes opened wide. She was beginning to regret her outburst. She didn't know where she was or even what she had to do to get back to her time. But there had to be someone out there that could help her. Hope was all she had left.