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Demon's Love

Chapter Four

"What the hell were you thinking woman? Do you know what could have happened if we didn't find you?" Demon yelled at her, hands clenched into fists in rage.

Kagome was sitting on the bed, sheets wrapped around her body to put off the cold coming from the water. "Did you really expect me to stay here? I don't know you or what you plan to do with me. Of course I was going to run." She stated.

"As much as I want to, I never beat women." He answered, walking over to her. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her upwards, slamming her against his body. "For now on you're going to listen to me when I give you an order. Understood?"

She let out a slight squeak, feeling the muscles being pushed against her body. She placed her hands on his chest trying to push him away. "Let me go."

"I told you to not to leave." Demon said, shaking her a little to emphasis his anger at her leaving. The world wasn't meant for a woman to explore alone. There was worse men than him out there. Men that loved to hurt women that looked as beautifully as Kagome.

"I was going to stay," she answered, "but your servant-"

"No excuses!"

"Well, I'm so sorry for not obeying you!" Kagome yelled, fire burning within her eyes.

"You should be. You must be simpleminded to think that you could have gotten far."

Demon pushed her away from him, combing his fingers through his hair. Damn, he was out of control. His emotions were mixing together, producing a reaction he didn't want. He knew he should have kicked her off the ship the moment he found her. Now he was questioning himself on why he didn't. She was more trouble than she was worth.

"Take off your clothes."

Kagome let out a shriek that sounded like a "What!"

"Take off your clothes." Demon repeated.

"I certainly will not take off my clothes! I don't know what you're expecting from me but-"

"Woman! I'm not going to ravish you. I'm having a bath drawn up for you and some new clothes."

"Oh." She said softly, sighing in relief. She wrapped her arms around her body. A bath sounded wonderful right now. A way to soak away her worries.

"After that we talk."

Kagome nodded in agreement, knowing full well what he wanted to know. He wanted to be acquainted with the information on how she got on the ship, in his bed, holding with his sword. She'll try to answer his questions to the best of her ability, but she didn't even know how she got there. Should she even tell him the truth? Would he even believe her?

Someone knocked at the door, making both Kagome and Demon turned and look at it.

"What?" he asked.

"We have the water, milord." The voice on the other side answered.

"Bring it in."

The door opened, and three men with three large buckets of steaming water came in. They poured the water in the tub that was nestled in the back of the room, placed a dress on the bed, and left. They never once looked at Kagome.

"I'm leaving." Demon stated. "Can I trust you not to run off again?"

The question should have irritated her, but instead she smiled, answering, "Yes, you can trust me."

To Kagome's observation, she saw something flicker in the pirate's eyes and he nodded walking towards the door. It was probably nothing, she told herself.

"I'll be right outside if you need me."

"Why would I need you?" she asked innocently, staring longly at the steaming water.

He stopped, turning his head to look at her over his shoulder. "Sometimes people need help with washing their backs." Kagome felt the blush appearing on her cheeks, her eyes darting back to the pirate in surprise. Giving her a smirk, he opened the door and walked out.

I just had to ask, Kagome thought to herself, slipping out of her clothes. She stepped into the water, letting out a moan of pleasure as the hot water closed around her. She missed taking baths. Her life was hectic, so she didn't have the time to take them. Showers were more convenient and quicker, a way to escape life for a few precious minutes. Or until her little brother would come banging on the door, telling her to hurry up.

Sōta. Mother. Grandpa. She felt tears forming in her eyes. Did they know she was missing yet? Were they afraid? Out there looking for her? She missed them so much right now. She couldn't help but wonder if she was ever going to see them again.

Countless minutes ticked by and Kagome had finally forced herself to get out of the bath. Taking the shirt from her uniform, she dried herself off and shirt-dried her hair. Making sure her hair wouldn't drip, she picked up the dress from the bed. It was a beautiful color- a deep dark purple- with a neckline line that dropped just before her breasts.

She put it on, noticing how snug the dress was around her. The dress hugged her breasts, her narrow waist, and around her rounded hips. She couldn't help but think of it as second skin. Maybe Demon would have something bigger and not so revealing for her.

"Woman are you finished yet?" Demon asked from the other side of the door. "It's been over an hour."

"Yes I'm finished." She answered, trying to get to the buttons in the back. "But do not-"

The door opened before she could finish her sentence. Demon walked in with his arrogance and stopped short when his eyes caught sight of Kagome. He let his golden eyes travel up and down her body producing a blush to brighten her cheeks.

"I was going to tell you not to come in here." Kagome stated, turning her back away from him.

"Do you need me?"

Her eyes widened, completely caught off guard. "What?"

The corner of his mouth lifted. "Do you need my assistance? I saw that you haven't button it up."

"Oh. Yes." She answered, her blush turning brighter. She should have known that he didn't mean it any other way. "If you would be so kind."

She turned around when he started walking towards her, pulling her hair over her shoulder to help him. He stood a few inches away from her, staring at the creaminess of her skin. He liked women who had tanned skin but he was reconsidering the idea. She had such pale and flawless skin.

Unable to resist the urge, Demon brushed the back of his fingers along her spine amazed by how smooth it felt. He heard her gasp and watched as her back arched forward. She didn't know what she was doing to him. She didn't know how intimate this caress was, or to where it could lead to. She was an innocent through and through. That gave him the push he needed to button her and step away when the task was finished.

"Now I have some questions for you." Demon stated, wanting to get his mind on track and to make his body once again obey him.

"Such as?" Kagome asked, turning around and inclining her head.

"Let's start with easy questions. Where are you from?"

"Tokyo."

"Parents?"

"Yes I have parents. I wasn't born under a rock." She said, crossing her arms across her chest. Then she saw the questioning gaze and said, "Never mind."

He narrowed his eyes. "How did you get on my ship?"

"I don't know."

"That's not the answer I'm looking for."

"Well, that's the only answer I have for you!"

Feisty isn't she, he thought with a smile. Half the men he fights with don't have half the fire she produces.

Thinking to intimidate her, he took a step forward. "How did you get onto my ship?"

Kagome nervously licked her lips, the fight dying inside her. "I truly don't know. I fell and the next minute I know I was here." She didn't want to give away to much just yet.

Demon raised an eyebrow. Did she think that he would take that as an answer? She was hiding something. He would get it out of her if it was the last thing that he did. If she was working with one of his enemies, he would throw her overboard and not look back. This wouldn't be the first time they tried sending a pretty face to weaken him.

"What's your real name?" she asked suddenly, drawing him out of his thoughts.

"Excuse me?" Demon asked, raising his eyebrows by her question.

"What's your real name? I know Demon can't be your real name."

"Why not?"

"Because no mother would name her son Demon. Maybe as a nickname, but not as their given name."

"Demon was a nickname my mother gave me when I was younger. I was always running around causing mischief. As I grew older I guess it stuck with me." He answered her.

Kagome imagined a little Demon running around, questioning everything in the world. She could see him scaring his mother with little pranks. Had a been a happy child? If so how did he become the man he is today?

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she asked once more, "So what's your real name?"

"It doesn't matter. The name died along with my mother." He said softly, his voice devoid of all emotion. "Now stop asking questions. Time to go to sleep."

Demon walked over to the bed, snatching a thin blanket from it. Turning towards Kagome, he threw the blanket at her, saying, "Here."

She looked at the blanket dumbfounded. "What's this for?"

"To cover up with. The floor gets cold at night."

"The floor? I can't sleep on the floor."

"There's a chair in the corner then. I don't care where you sleep."

"You could be a gentleman and let me have the bed."

Demon snorted. "You should know by now that I'm not a gentlemen."

"No, you're not are you? What kind of man would make a poor helpless woman sleep on the floor while he sleeps comfortably in the bed."

"Goddammit woman. Calm down." Demon growled at her.

"No I will not calm down. And stop calling me woman. My name is Kagome."

"God, woman, how can anyone stand you?" he asked, shaking his head. "I'm not giving up my bed, so stop your yelling."

"We could share the bed." She stated.

Now that produced a thought within his mind. He pictured Kagome on top of him, his face between her breasts, her body moving at a fast pace. Her head was thrown back in pleasure. He felt his body hardening in anticipation. He didn't know if he could deal with being in the same bed with her.

"No." he said sternly.

"Please. I don't want to sleep on the floor. Your bed is big enough. I can sleep on one side and you can sleep on the other."

"No."

"Demon!"

"Fine woman! Just be quiet and get into bed. Sleep near the wall."

"Thank you. Why can't I have the edge?" she asked softly, slipping into the huge bed. The bed was just how she remembered it when she first met Demon- comfortable and warm. She burrowed deeper, closing her eyes, letting the Sandman's spell take her.

"It's quicker to reach an enemy in case one attacks."

Demon stripped from his shirt, throwing it to a chair across the room. He released himself from the sword belt, carefully placing the sword on the table. He cherished the sword, the only real link he had to his father, Inutashio. He was four when Inutashio walked away, leaving Demon and his mother to take care of themselves. He didn't know why he kept the damn sword when it only brings back bad memories. Call him a sentimental fool. Taking off his boots, trying to wipe the memories from his mind. Memories were better left dead, never to be resurrected. They only brought pain and misery, emotions Demon was more than familiar with.

His hands went to the waistline of his pants, questioning as he stared at the woman in his bed. He usually slept naked, loving the feel of freedom it caused. However, in this case, he knew if he did, Kagome would become frightened and run off again. He didn't have the time or the patience to go through that again.

"Demon?" a soft sleepy voice asked from the bed.

"Yes?"

"Are you coming to bed?"

God, the sounded so right to him, to have someone to share his bed with. To have someone to hold each night. But he couldn't have that privilege. He was a pirate, a powerful, wanted one at that. He couldn't have the luxury that other men have. However, he couldn't stop the images of a normal life as he climbed into bed, pants and all. All the images involved Kagome, and that's what scared him.

What the hell was happening to him, he questioned himself as he pulled the covers over him.