Summary: Her life was great. She lived a life of happiness and prosperity with her family and friends. She had her beauty, she had intelligence, and she had what she needed. 'Nothing' she thought. 'Nothing could ruin this…ever'. Until one day her life changed forever. Sold to life in a brothel from the dept of money owed, Kagome was a prisoner to a life of a prostitute. Paid for the pleasures for men, no matter what or how she was treated, she closed her heart; can a certain sliver haired man change that?

DG: Alright, I need to start updating my stories. u.u

Kag: Sooo behind schedule DG!

DG: Hey! That's the problem of school. : Sob: I don't have time to write updates!

Kag: What happened to weekends?

DG: Pfft… weekends were supposed to be resting time for me…but nooo I have marching band and CCD now!

Sess: Poor you…too bad no one even cares

DG: Hmpf…my readers do! They don't get the update they want.

Kag: Yea, yea, yea are we going to hear your sappy life story or are we going to get to the story?

DG: Hmpf…I'm not loved.

Disclaimer: I own only the plot and a few made up characters. Inuyasha solely belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Also, those who are easily offended by explicit mature content are advised NOT to read. Thank you.

Red Wine

Chapter 3

Meeting you

Shuddering from the cold, she wrapped her arms around her bare body to consume heat. Once more she cried in her sleep; as she tried to rest for tomorrow's go. It has been one week since she was brought here and Kouga never stopped 'visiting'. Apparently, he was a good customer for Ryuura now. Ever since that meeting and her lost of virginity, he had always come to relief his stress on her during the noon and leaving her cold and lonely through the night.

Ryuura never provided her with the warm bed she was used to back at home. So, she was left to sleep on the ground with only her ripped robes caused by Kouga, to use as a blanket to shield her body from the cold air. Clutching the yukata around her tighter, warm tears fell from her eyes thinking of home. She always wondered how her family and friends were fairing with her gone. Were they doing anything to get her back? Did they care she was no longer there to see them? Why haven't they come to rescue her from this hell she called prison?

Each tear rolled down her cheek into the cold ground as her mind drifted off into loneliness and solitude. They were coming to get her…someday…somehow, she always reminded herself each night.

Each morning she would wake up to the rising sun and look out her now barred window. She had attempted to escape during the third night she was there, when everyone was asleep. She assumed her family didn't know where she was located to rescue her, so she tried to escape and look for them. But as she climbed down her window, a guard caught sight of her and knocked her out. The next thing she knew, morning came and she back in her room with bars on her window.

Kagome sighed as she wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks. Her hand came down to her lips that still remained untouched. She somehow managed to keep her first kiss from getting taken from Kouga. She narrowed her eyes at the thought of the ruthless man. He cared nothing of her, but only to be used as a relief, a sex toy at his will. Sure he was gentle on their first run, but after that, he was monster. Kouga made sure no one touched her, but him. He wasn't Ryuura's best customer for nothing. He made good money and paid good money to keep her all his. Talk about possessive…

Turning to her side, she looked up to the waning crescent moon that was held behind the bars. Kagome exhaled deeply and closed her eyes once more. I'll never find the man of my dreams this way. I wonder if he's looking at the moon now… She drifted off to sleep with those words in her mind.

SKSKSK

Clutching his glass goblet, he narrowed his eyes at the waning moon in the sky from his open window. The moon's rays shined over his direction, over his face. His face glowed of silvery, making his pale, lonely face stand out. The cool air breezed through the night and inside his window. It swayed his sliver locks behind him and his bangs over his face. Taking his hand, he pushed his bangs away from his face and continued to stare at the sky. He brought the goblet in his other hand to his cold lips. Taking a sip, the taste of red liquid entered his parted lips.

He continued this cycle, until he grew bored. Turning his heel from the moon, he looked into his warm lit room. His lit up fireplace sparked with dancing flames in it. A comfortable chair sat in front of the fireplace, made for one person. Paintings made from famous people, paintings of his father, himself on the walls. His cherry wood mahogany desk which laid papers still needed to be signed.

He looked away from the stressful work on his desk and back to his Japanese style room. His tatami floor lead to his shoji doors, where he wished to be out right now, but couldn't. His eyes roamed the room; it had that Japanese feeling to it, but had that western look as well, from his exported items.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He walked over to his chair by the fireplace and sat down. Taking a wine bottle that was beside it and uncorking it. He refilled his glass with the red liquid and took a long sip. He exhaled deeply as he placed down his goblet and rested his head back on his chair.

He never meant to be an alcoholic. He never meant to be cold and lonesome. He never meant to stress himself like this, but the silence and solitude was getting a pain. Sure, dashing good looks, intellectual mind, charming, rich, and arrogant as can be, swooned many onna. Yet, not one suited his interests. They would occupy him for a moment, before getting boring and having to dump them afterwards. It led him to drinking, which isn't good for a wine collector, a person such as himself. He only drank to wash away the pain and stress he had been receiving, by the cause of work. And only work kept him busy from feeling lonely and sane. Rubbing his eyes, he felt that tinge of fulfillment and joy. The pain and stress washed away from his body momentarily.

Sighing deeply, he turned his head to the wine goblet and uncorked bottle. He picked up the black bottle and observed its texture. A Waitrose Vin Rouge, Vin de Table bottle from France. Its smooth black glass exterior, fired red-orange stem, and the words FIREBIRD ran across the glass, with a picture of a molten fire bird encased in it.

Wines like these were bad for him. A smooth beverage, that's full of fruit, both excellent for parties and everyday drinking, which he had been for a while now. He groaned softly as he felt the wine reacting to his brain. He placed down the bottle and corked it back up. Getting up, he left his study and headed down the hall of his home.

He needed to walk this off or fear of killing himself in his own sorrow and lonesome. He closed the door behind him, talking nothing but several yen in his pocket of his white hakama. His haori and silver hair, swished in the cool air as he walked along the streets as he did numerous times.

Coming to a stop for no reason, he stood and looked at his surroundings of the village. For some reason, his body led him here and he didn't know why. He cringed at the place, its places like these he avoided. The place was filthy. Not filthy as in dirt and scum on the streets. But as in, people chose to lower themselves as to come here and pay money just to pleasure themselves and gamble away money like idiots they are.

He stood in the section of the place owned by leader, Ryuura, of the Kami. He cared not of Ryuura and his disgusting ways of earning money. As long as he stayed away from him and his way, they would be peachy. He scowled at the thought of the menace; others fear of Ryuura and his lackeys, but he didn't. He was more powerful than he and his brothers. Sure they had connections around Japan, but he had connections around the world.

So, Ryuura was just a scum in the Earth like every other mortal person there was in this street. If they chose to mess with him, he wouldn't hesitate to fight back.

He looked around once more and realized he stood in front of Ryuura's pleasure places, the one famous around Japan. He couldn't understand what onna could think by selling their bodies for money and pleasure. It was disgusting.

These are reasons he stood dormant, cold, lonely, and fearsome. These people were weak and had no self-respect for themselves. No one could prove to him that they serve a purpose to this world than to rip it apart. Killing one another, selling their souls to the devil, allowing temptation to overrule them…it was sad, sad people like these were born.

Looking up to the waning moon, he looked darkly at it. Sometimes he could compare himself to the moon.

As a babe, life had meaning to it. Slowly the moon would increase, and slowly the boy of him too increased, in knowing the world and its wonder from his growing and traveling. But now as a complete full moon, his eyes opened and found the coldness to the world. How cruel it can be, disgusting it can turn out to be, and how life meant nothing to the people in it. Slowly the moon decreased, along with his innocence and his respect for people and life.

At the corner of his eye, he saw something move up in the building of Ryuura's brothel. He turned his head slightly to see midnight black hair behind bars, looking up to the sky. The moon's rays spilled across her face as she looked down to him. Her face glossed with streaming tears. He couldn't help but wonder, why she cried? She should be overjoyed to do such a pleasure at Ryuura's famous brothel, yet she wept. Staring back with a golden, he tried to seek answers. Yet, she turned from him and disappeared from the window into the darkness.

SKSKSK

She felt the need to get up, for some reason, as her body pulled her to the windows that led to freedom. Slowly standing up, she wrapped the tattered cloth around her and slowly advanced to the window. First sight she saw was the waning moon she had been watching for the past week now. Then slowly the moon's rays fell down along with her eyes to the sliver haired man, who stood outside with his head to the sky. He seemed to be thinking, pondering as he darkly looked at the moon.

She had to admit, he looked pretty good standing like that in the middle of the streets. His silver hair bellowed with the cool wind behind him, as he stood with pride and might. His white haori and hakama following as well, but in opposite direction as they flapped along with the breeze in the direction of where it blew south. She watched as he turned his head in her direction. Her smoky blue eyes met amber golden orbs. It scared her a bit of how attractive he could be just looking at her. Her breath was caught in her throat as tears started to stream down her cheek. She couldn't think like this, she just couldn't. It was guys like him and Kouga that lead her to here and separation from her family. He narrowed his eyes on her, as to observe her closer, find out her deep secrets and what made her tick. Taking a deep of breath of air that she was short on, she backed away from the window. The sight of the sliver haired man disappeared before her eyes, until she was away from the window and back into the darkness. She stood there for a while, waiting for him to leave. She didn't know why she was acting like this, but she assumed it was because of Kouga, she became edgy when it came to other men.

Seconds ticked by as she stood there, waiting, wondering if he was still there. She bit her lip and took small steps back to the window. She had closed her eyes as she advanced, not wanting to look into those tempting eyes. She then stopped walking when she bumped into the wall. She jerked forward and opened her eyes to look down the street. A frown was set upon her face as she faced emptiness and silence. The man no longer stood there. She sighed a bit in relief and a hint disappointment as she looked back to the moon. A small smile graced her face as Kagome turned and went back to sleep.

SKSKSK

Days went by and still no word from her family. She sat eating her rice ball in silence and sadness. She was now convinced that her family had abandoned her, left her. They no longer cared for her; otherwise they would've made an attempt to save her.

She looked at the girls around her. Some she made small conversations with, like Kagura and Kanna, her little sister. She, too, was taken in when small, even younger. Fewer men went after her since she was albino, and looked a lifeless doll. She, too, thought that when she met her. But talking to her, she wasn't that bad.

Then there were girls like, Yura, who as we would say, get in your hair. She seemed to appreciate and proudly admit she was a prostitute. Every male that came by, she'd tried to lure them with her body. It was disgusting really. She practically gave them her body without hesitation. Maybe that's why she was Ryuura's favorite, or should we say, pet.

Every male that came by Kagome, she would scowl at her and step in front of her, trying to win the men with her oversized breasts that was just hanging there. Kagome would fight the urge to roll her eyes as Yura walked away with the men looped in her arms and look back at her to smirk. She just grinned back and shook her head for her density.

She even went as far as thank her one time. A couple days ago, two horny men nearly grabbed for Kagome, the third time this week, before Yura stole them away. Yura even made a grimy remark on how small her breasts were and that she couldn't even fulfill one the men, unlike herself. Kagome quirked an eyebrow as she kept on smiling when Yura walked away. When she was by the door Kagome couldn't hold it any longer.

"Oi Yura, thanks for being such a slut! It helps me a lot!" she laughed.

Yura turned quickly and snarled at her, ready to pounce on her. But the men pulled her away just in time.

Kagome was no fool. She knew Yura didn't like her. She went as far as to hate her guts. It seems she was jealous of her innocence because ever since she came, Yura was the queen of the prostitution. But that changed when men flocked her for her beauty and how pure she was compared to her.

Kagome huffed when she asked the other onna, why she was so bitchy. And of course their answer was jealousy, that she was stealing her crown. She would then respond.

"She can keep her slutty crown; I didn't even want to be here in the first place."

Even though Yura was a pain in the ass, she was a blessing in disguise. If it weren't for her sluttish ways, men would be on her like white on rice.

Kagome ate in silence as she continued looking around. She groaned mentally as she saw Yura talking with her best friend, Yuwakusha. Kagome leaned her face on her fist as rolled her eyes at them. Apparently Yura was talking crap about her from the loud screeching of their voices echoing across the room. How she wished she could mute their voices, it was giving her a headache.

She quickly finished her rice ball and cleaned up. Perhaps she could sit in her room and think about her mysterious visitor at night.

Ever since that night, he had been coming at that same time and place. She would lean on the bar window and stare at the night sky. And then look down to see him standing there looking up as well. She watched him stand there and then turned to her. He would nod to her then turn on his heel as he walked away from the place.

She never saw him coming around the brothel or the streets during day. That perked her curiosity. Who was he? I haven't heard or seen him before. Why does he come here? Surely it's not just to look at the moon. What did he want? He comes at night when businesses are closed for the night.

Kagome groaned as she turned on the floor. Kouga would be coming soon from work and he would need his filling. She rolled her eyes at the baka. The only reason she wasn't pregnant with his child because he was careful not to spill his seed in her when he climaxed. Of course he didn't want a child to take care of and if he was indeed the father, he would have to take Kagome as his wife, which Kagome defiantly didn't want that to happen. Kouga was not the man of her dreams and never will. So, she talked some sense into him before his visits became daily and regularly.

It disgusted her that she couldn't just wash herself then and there after he climaxed and left. Instead, she had to dwell on the scent until morning came. But she was a bit happy to know a little after that, she would see her mysterious friend outside her window, looking at the moon with her.

The shoji door then opened with a snap, with clothes ruffling behind her. Kagome didn't need to turn to know who it was. She just sighed as she sat up and removed her yukata before it got tattered again.

She turned to Kouga and gave a grave face as muttered, "Let's get this over with."

SKSKSK

He sat with his bottle of wine in his hand. Looking at it, hard enough it looked like it would break in a matter of seconds. He sat back in his chair. Recently finishing his work, he looked to the sky to see it was sunset. He stood and went to change into his white hakama and haori with red hexagons with flowers in them. Lately it has become a habit for him. Work morning to noon, have a glass of red wine, then dress up and go see her. He didn't know why, but something about her made him want to keep seeing her. She looked to be lonesome and trapped behind those confines of bars from the freedom she so seeks, just like him. They knew each other by just watching each other, silently. It's surprising easier and better to get to know the person just looking at them silently than actually talking to them. To him, speaking just makes things difficult compare to the silent communication they had. Speaking in words out to the person can do so much. They can lie to your face, talk trash that leads into arguments, talk so much its annoying, etc. While speaking with no words you can get to know the person. Just looking at her, he could tell she was feeling lonely and empty from where she stood, in that dark, quiet room. She felt hurt and sadness from the tears she shed to the moon. The need to be free from where she stood at her bar windows. Like a bird wishing to fly away from its cage.

So much he had learned from just looking at her these past few days, observing her. She was unlike any of the onna around, he knew this for certain.

Taking two glass goblets and his wine bottle, he walked out his door and back into the streets. It was nearing night and businesses were shutting down. He picked up his pace and eventually came to the brothel. He walked inside and observed the onna getting up to rest for the night. He cringed at the lustful looks they sent him. He turned and nearly bumped into a guy who was putting on his clothes.

"Back off asshole." he snapped as he buttoned his shirt and slammed the door behind him.

Narrowing his eyes at the door, hoping it would burn from the fiery he was feeling for the fool. How dare he talk to ME like that…? He then felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Ryuura grinning.

"Ahhh…my dear friend, what a pleasant surprise."

"Cut the act Ryuura." he snapped coldly.

Ryuura shrugged his shoulders, and then eyed the glass wines goblets and the wine bottle. He looked up at him and raised a blue eyebrow.

"It's not everyday I see you here…with wine?" he grinned.

Scoffing, he crossed his arms, "I don't come at all."

"Exactly…and what makes this day so special?" he questioned.

"Recent export from Southern France…I would like to test it out." he said smoothly.

Ryuura grinned. "I would be honored."

Narrowing his eyes on him and smirked "On a woman…" he added.

Ryuura frowned and tilted his head in confusion, he sighed and said, "Businesses are closing for the night and this one is the only place opened around."

"And the explanation with …why test with an onna?" he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Because I choose to." he said simply.

Ryuura's face was crestfallen. He was still confused, but he knew he couldn't force anything on him to explain any further. This man wasn't afraid of him. He could send 1000 men out to get him and he wouldn't be afraid, he was too damn proud, too damn proud to be afraid. He huffed as he stood up straight and nodded to him.

"Very well….Yura-"

"Not one of your whores, Ryuura." His tone was flat.

Ryuura's face was turning a bit red as he slowly exhaled and bit out, "Well, I'm afraid you came to the wrong place then, in case you haven't notice…this place is a brothel and-"

Not wanting to stay and hear his mindless rant, he walked passed him and to the steps to the upstairs floors, "Don't bother…I already have someone in mind."

Ryuura turned as he watched his figure disappear at the steps. He snarled as he sharply turned and headed out down the hall to his pet's room. He snapped open the door to see her in the middle of a session with another man. But he didn't care. Both eyes looked up to him at his interruption. Ryuura quickly advanced over to Yura and pulled the man away from his pet.

"Get out." he growled viciously to the man.

The man felt the anger burning in his face; he was close to his climax until he came. But looking at Ryuura's face, he scampered around the room for his clothes and ran out the door. Yura sat up to speak, only to be assaulted by Ryuura's lips upon hers. Ryuura pulled her up and slammed her against the door, closing it, as he made love to her.

SKSKSK

He looked for her room; it wasn't hard since most of the rooms were occupied with moaning. He then came to a stop when he heard nothing from the room he stood outside of. He knocked softly on the door and waited for someone to answer. No one answered so; he opened the door to see an onna on the ground with her yukata on, facing the opposite way he was standing at. He observed her slouching figure that proved she was sad. And the fact her hair was black raven wavy locks down her pale skin, told him that this was her. He ruffled around his clothes to set down the two glasses and bottle. When he heard movement, he looked up to see her removing her yukata, and then turning as she said.

"Let's get this over with." Her innocent face graved in displeasure, responded.

SKSKSK

Kagome stood naked, looking into the golden eyes instead of dark brown. The man with silver long hair that he never placed in a ponytail, the man that never came out here when the sun was out, the man that came out in night to watch the moonlight with her, the man was her mysterious visitor. Her face shone shock and embarrassment as she quickly diverted her eyes away from his as she placed on her yukata in a hurry. Trying to cover herself up, she muttered 'gomen' over and over quickly only to tangle herself in the process. This only helped to make her trip over her own feet and lean her back for a fall. Kagome gasped as she closed her eyes for the impact.

She didn't feel the pain scorching her back from her fall, only the warm strong arms surrounding her. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up to see her leaning on the man. Her tangled body engulfed around his in his arms. She instantly blushed as she tried to stand on her own, only to fall back once more. The man caught her once more and smirked down to her as she pouted and scowled at the yukata.

"Are you always this clumsy?" his smooth deep voice rumbled as he asked teasingly as he helped her stand straight and help her fix her yukata.

Kagome mentally sighed at the first words spoken from his silent visitor. It was beautiful. How deep and enriched it sounded, how masculine, how strong, how…beautiful….

Once standing on her own two feet, she sighed and shook her head no. She then covered her body with her yukata tightly as she turned away from him.

"Shy?"

She shook her head no.

Rolling his eyes, he turned and retrieved his wine glasses and bottle. The two glasses clinked, getting the attention from her. She turned to see him holding up a glass, silently asking if she would like one. She shrugged her shoulders as she sat down on the ground. He joined her, as he sat down and poured generous amounts in each glass. Each a quarter full, he handed one to her and kept one to himself. She smiled as took it and mouthed an arigato. The man's eyebrow rose and curiously asked.

"Are you mute?"

Kagome rolled her eyes. The man took this as a yes. It was silent between them as they sipped their wine. Kagome was first to finish as she placed her glass down and pulled her legs close to her. The silence was really tense, until Kagome spoke, startling the man.

"Gomen nasai…for earlier…this guy…he comes regularly and…and…I thought you were someone else." she flushed as she tried to explain. "Please don't think of me as one of these people…I'm not. I hate this place."

"So, you are not mute." He grinned, she again rolled her eyes. He then nodded, as he too placed down his glass, "Apparently…for a second there, I thought you were just setting up an act and were like the rest of these onna." he smirked.

Kagome narrowed her eyes on him, as he poured himself another drink. "How am I supposed to know you were going to come in at this time? You come at night when business is closed and no one is around."

Taking a sip, he nodded in approval, "You noticed…good."

She scoffed as she leaned back, "I also noticed…you're lonely, secretive, mysterious, and handsome." she teased.

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he nodded, "Very good, though I'd like to think of myself as more than handsome."

Kagome laughed, "Thanks for running the mood."

"My pleasure…"

Kagome released her legs as she readjusted her sitting position; soon she was sitting on her legs with her hands on her lap, "So…what do I owe to this pleasure of you actually visiting… in here…at this time?"

The man shrugged as he sipped his drink, "I need someone to drink with."

Kagome laughed, "And you chose me? I'm honored." she bowed.

"You should be."

Soon it was quiet again. Kagome watched as he refilled his drink and sipped that. She looked back down to her hands and waited for something to come at her to say so it wouldn't be so quiet. But the man did that for her.

"Just curious…" Kagome looked up, "Why do you say I'm all those things you said?"

Kagome smiled as she picked up her glass and circled the rim. "If you weren't lonely, you would drink so much…only people who drown themselves in alcohol are either lonely or depressed… you don't look like one to be depressed." she smiled.

The man nodded for her to continue, which she gladly did.

"You're secretive and mysterious because you come at night just to look at the moon at night. And right now…you come with wine glasses and wine just to talk and drink with someone you don't even know at a brothel." She looked at him suspiciously.

"And handsome…because I don't know you that well to call you beautiful." she joked.

The man observed her and nodded. She was honest and pure. Definitely not like the others. He poured her another drink which she accepted willingly, as she brought the drink to her lips and drank it in delight.

"Mmm…what is this?"

"Winter Hill Classic Red Melot…one of the most popular southern French country reds and a successful joint venture." he answered.

Kagome quirked an eyebrow at him, "You sure do know your wine."

"Of course…I'm a wine collector."

Kagome laughed, "Not a good hobby for someone that drinks regularly."

The man sighed and nodded heartily, "I've told that to myself countless times…I'm due to stopping this week."

Kagome grinned and felt herself warming up to the man. He was funny and honest. Traits, men around here lacked. She sighed and found him trustworthy, even if this is their first encounter, face to face. He didn't hit on her at all through the conversation. So, stretching out her hand she smiled and said.

"Higurashi, Kagome."

The man took her hand, brought it up to his lips, and kissed the back of it. "Tashio, Sesshomaru, pleasure to be at your service."

Dictionary

Onna-woman

Baka-stupid/idiot/moron

Gomen nasai- I'm sorry

Iie-no

Arigato-thank you

Oi-hey

Break Skit

DG: Ok After the countless wait I've finally updated this story!

Sess/Kag: bored tone: Woo……

DG: School is slowly killing me… -.-;

Sess: Then I'll leave that to do my work for me

Kag: Shut up Sess! …go on DG…

DG: Thank you Kagome…anyway… no lemons for a bit gomen…I'm not going to base this story of smut. So for the next chapters you and Sess are gonna be getting closer to one another.

Sess/Kag: O.O …..WHAT!

DG: Umm yea…I have a lemon to start on NMCNMF….man I didn't know there were a lot of perverts out there n.n

Kag: You'd be surprised DG… --;;