The Red Room

By RisuBento

Disclaimer:I own nothing except the title and the plot of this story.

Chapter 3: Fugitive

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It was cold. So cold. The sun had gone down and the air was growing colder, the deeper into the forest I went. It was all too familiar. Running away. I was so used to running. I was doing it again…I was in so much trouble when my master and mistress come home on the morrow and find their son unconscious and their "helping girl" missing. What else was I supposed to do? Let him touch me and have his way with me? It was wrong. I was no longer a pleasure girl. But…to him…I was a woman…someone whom he had power and authority over… I should've known what was coming… I'd been humiliated completely when I'd followed him into the house…

Flashback:

I followed him into the house and closed the door behind me. He sat down at the table and nodded towards the cupboard where the best sake was kept. I was hesitant at first when opening the cupboard. It would originally be forbidden grounds for me… it was the master's and the master's only. I opened the cupboard and took out the nicest looking jug I saw along with a matching cup.

The fire in the fireplace was roaring while I poured Sanosuke's cup. It was overly hot on my skin and I was growing more and more uncomfortable with every second.

I knew nothing of this man before me. I'd only seen him once previously to this encounter. It'd been only a few days since I'd begun working on that farm. He was with some friends looking at a brand new horse that was given to him. Sanosuke had been bragging that the Taiyoukai himself had given the steed to him. I had seen him from a distance…now I was 3 feet from him and was about to drink sake with him.

"Now…I know of your past. I have seen you before…at Fujiko's. At first I did not think it was you…seeing you in all this drab. But your eyes told me everything." He spoke to me, downing his second cup of sake.

I cast my eyes downward. My eyes were very unique. Especially for a Japanese woman. They were light blue. I think they were a partial reason why I was chosen by many men at Fujiko's. They'd wanted a tasted of something…foreign.

"Your turn." He said, pushing the cup towards me. I glanced at him briefly in surprise. He just watched me with a smirk on his face. I swallowed and slowly poured myself a glass…and downed it.

My throat was on fire. For a moment I couldn't breath. I had to gasp for air like a fish out of water in order to inflate my lungs. He was laughing at me…he was laughing at my watering eyes; at my weakness…he was laughing at how I struggled.

That wasn't sake that I remembered. Indeed… it was the strongest and most exquisite that I'd ever tasted before.

But that was only the beginning.

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It was far into the morning-night…after many cups and Sanosuke gulping directly from the jug. I hadn't wanted anymore. But he told me to do so. And I did. He was my masters' son… I was their servant. I obeyed.

He was talking about nonsense, slurring and brandishing the sake jug around wildly, and spewing a few vulgar words here and there…when he suddenly stopped. When he did, I looked at him and stopped entirely.

He was looking at me as if he suddenly discovered that I was a woman. And being a woman meant that he could have intercourse with me. I flinched a little at the thought. I wasn't prepared for him to lunge at me seconds later of course, seeing as how I'd had my fair share to drink, my reaction time had slowed completely.

When he lunged at me and pinned me to the ground, I screamed and struggled the best I could. I had managed to scratch him deeply across the face with my nails, drawing thin lines of blood. He howled in pain and I kicked him in the stomach making him double over. In the split second after I kicked him, my arm had hit the empty sake jug.

I grabbed the jug without any thought whatsoever and I connected it with Sanosuke's head. He stopped groaning in pain and just stood there on his knees, staring into nothing before falling forward onto the floor in a loud thump.

My heart began to beat again. I was gasping for air and scrambling to get to my feet and away from this place. I reached the door and didn't even bother to check if he was bleeding or not. Or dead. I didn't look back. I didn't care. I just flung the house door open and ran. And ran.

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End flashback

And now here I was. Sitting at the moment. My feet were bleeding from stepping on slate and thorns. I couldn't see a thing. Every so often there would be a clearing completely illuminated in moonlight…but I wasn't anywhere near one. I wasn't anywhere.

What do I do now?

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"Father. Are you sure you're fine?" I asked. My father had sneezed earlier…Sneezed!

"Yes Inuyasha. I'll be fine. It must only be a bit of Dragon's flu." Touga-dono said, sitting regally and prompt behind his desk. I rolled my eyes and flopped down on the Zabuton (floor cushion) opposite him.

"Dad, you know that Dragon flu doesn't exist anymore." I said as a matter of fact. He just shrugged me off. I sigh exasperatedly. The taiyoukai of the east was building an army. And he was building it fast. In these past 6 months, I've done nothing but work my squadron to the greatest. They were ready. Ready to fight for their kingdom.

"Inuyasha?" My father asked me. "Hm?" I answered, my mind still elsewhere.

"You've been lonely lately have you?" He asked. I felt my nice demeanor drop completely off the face of the planet.

"You mean, have I had a female companion lately." I stated. He just looked at me with a serious face. I didn't answer him. I just stood up and left.

Somehow, whenever I was in the same room as my father that subject always came up. It was like he was trying to slyly (and failing miserably) at keeping record of me screwing some female. I was NOT a game!

I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. I stopped the moment a fainter than the faintest scent hit my nose…lavender…Kagome… God…after all these months…she was still there…still raping me of my thoughts. She consumed my very being. I didn't know where her scent was coming from…I had nothing that belonged to her…my nose probably just wanted to "make" me smell her…tricking me completely. What a fool I am.

It was time I moved on. She'll always be a part of my heart…but my heart was ready to forget her completely. My soul wanted to rid her of me forever. She was no longer my concern. No longer worthy of my love. I needed to find a worthy mate…and she was dead to me.

Dead.

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Well that ended really weird. I think I'll be changing that later on. Felt like it was missing something.

Thanks for sticking with me in my LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG absence. MUCH APPRECIATED.

Enjoy and expect more!

RisuBento