Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Kuroshitsuji.

Pairing

: Sebastian/Kagome

Summary

: He found her dying on a battlefield and in order to prevent her descent into hell she agrees to do his bidding and obey his every command. Unfortunately, demons are cruel creatures and Kagome has no idea what she's getting herself into.

Maleficent Descent
Chapter Five: Mergunt

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China was not unlike Japan in many ways.

The Sengoku period of Japan was a war mongering era filled with pain, poverty, death, and famine. China was not different in this aspect and Kagome had to remind herself that many of the continents were still in the early stages of their development when it came to government and rule. What was different was the language. It was odd, tricky and whoever said that they were similar obviously never tried to learn. Chinese was a tonal language which meant the tone the word was spoken in could change the meaning entirely. It was frustrating and Kagome hated it but after two years of stumbling over words and making a fool of herself – she learned to speak it fluently. Three years and she was able to read and write it because in reality – she had to occupy herself somehow. Speaking of occupying one's self…

Her master was curled over a scroll – crimson glowing, cat-like orbs devouring information. She found he did much of that. He was always out seeking knowledge, especially anything where a war was involved. He haunted those towns and cities plagued with suffering and he lived off their pain with all the excitement and vigor of a child. He was humming softly while she looked at the wooden flute in her hand. It was something to do to pass the time and she found that she enjoyed learning it greatly. It distracted her from the screams and horror. It distracted her from her many tasks that she had begun to acquire. She had been with him for fifteen years now. Two in Japan and thirteen in China. With time came duties and with duties came a hollowness that welled deep within her.

Duties entailed death.

There were youkai in China – different from hers in some ways such as appearance but youkai nonetheless. For example, their kitsune didn't have the large ears atop of their head at adulthood. In fact – the only traits they had were a single kitsune tail. They didn't gather nine, one per each power plateau or per century. Due to the youkai in China, she was becoming quite adept in her miko abilities. Purification was coming easier and easier, quicker and quicker, to her finger tips, even though she still cried with each life she had to take. Due to the wars – there was no major reason to become adept in killing ningen. Random bodies were always in one path or another. There was no need to 'refine' the 'skill'.

So lost within her thoughts was she that she jumped at the cool hand that touched her cheek. She turned to see an amused crimson gaze, her master crouched beside her. His hair was getting long, she noted, almost brushing the backs of his knees and it feel it framed his face with long bangs reaching his chest. "You're looking shaggy." She muttered to him, knowing that he hated when she made comments on his appearance that even hinted toward negative in any way. Predictably, his lips turned down at the corners in a small frown. It brought her a sense of justice, even for something so small. She couldn't hurt him – there was an order in place against that. She couldn't ignore him because that was pointless considering he could order her elsewise. Though he hated it – he allowed her, her small insults because it allowed her to rebel and allowed him to punish her.

Sometimes the punishments were bad – sometimes they were worse.

He never made her kill for disobedience, not yet at least; she thought it was because if she had to kill for disobedience, then she would no longer rebel in this small sense and he would have no reason to issue his punishments. Two soul stealers whined above her as they twined swirled around the two, silver forms glowing in the light of the setting sun. At first she hated the creatures and everything they represented but now they were constant companions. It wasn't their fault that they were the same creatures that followed Kikyo all those years ago. They were just like her – lived and breathed – and she valued their company even if they represented something she hated.

Her master's voice soothed over her like a lullaby, "Come then – groom me."

Kagome's eyes turned to glaring slits, "Groom you?"

He stood and she was forced to follow as they left the spacious hotel room and into a small hall where a private bath stay. It was a metal tub of sorts with heated coals beneath it to keep the water warm. It had been prepared several hours before upon their arrival to the small city and the coals had been kept burning. The room was warm and relaxing and Kagome felt almost at ease – almost until her Master turned to her with bright eyes. His name this time was Shi-hong and roughly translated to 'Man is Red' which as far as he was concerned was true. Man was red. Stained with blood. Stained with passion.

She too had a name; Jiao.

She remembered when he gave it to her.

His eyes moved over her form in appraisal, fingers touching here and touching there while she shuddered in almost revulsion. His fingers were covered in the same crimson of his eyes. Blood.

"You cannot remain as Kagome." He finally muttered to himself, "You will become Chinese and as Chinese you will be Jiao." A crimson stained hand cupped along her cheek, his thumb moving along the swell of her cheek bone. "Beautiful – " he began slowly, leaning in to hover his lips above hers, " – delicate – " he inhaled, taking in her scent as he breathed in the darkness that gathered within and was steadily beginning to grow as time passed, " – tender." He pulled away then, the hunger in his unmistakable. "You are just beginning to darken, flores mei, but already you feel divine."

His back was turned to her as he allowed he began to undo the traditional loops at his high collared neck of the gi he wore. His fingers snapped one, two, three. She could not see it but she knew that it had fallen open in the front – he moved his arms out of the dark blue, silk allowing the top to pool at his waist as he stepped out of it. The black slips for shoes were easily stepped out of as well along with the crisp black of his pants. His back was bare, the muscles moving beneath the velvet skin. She tried not to be moved but there was no denying that he was as beautiful as he was disgusting… which was infinitely. His long hair is like a curtain and when he turned, there were a pair of sharpened scissors in his hand. He arched a brow and she came without a word though her azure gaze moved off his front almost unwillingly.

The demon stepped and into the water slowly moving with a grace that even cats would envy. He wasted no time in dunking his head full under the water before he broke the surface of the clear liquid. Droplets clung to his lashes and the smooth expanse of his chest. He turned his crimson gaze to her and flipped the black locks over the side of the tub. "Kagome - " he often called her, her real name, alternating between it and affectionate Latin. " – come and cut my hair." His lips issued every word a soft caress and she found herself moving toward him, accepting the scissors from his out stretched hand.

Her fingers combed through the ebony locks, brushing them out as she snipped, snipped, snipped away. A few moments of silence and he interrupted it with his seductive voice, "You know, I can feel it, dulce meum, the darkness skulking beneath the surface." Her fingers paused and she looked at the wall in front of them. "Nothing to say?"

"The darkness is slight and not has heavy as you seem to believe, Master. I am still myself and I will always remain myself no matter what. I will never enjoy taking a life just as I would never enjoy taking your orders." She responded softly. She was not meek but raising her voice she found to be useless when dealing with Belial or any other name he so chose. Her fingers moved through his shortened locks, the scissors cutting expertly seeing as this was not the first time she had to do this. When she was finished, his bangs were cut in soft layers framing his face and the rest of his hair brushed his shoulders. "You can attempt to sully me as much as you would like and yet I will always be the same woman you found."

She stood then – her point made and attempted to leave the room. His hand on her wrist prevented and in a swift movement she was jerked into the tub, the hat water scalding her cool skin. She gasped as she was pressed to the other side of the tub, her master pressing his body tightly against hers as the silk of clothing began to ruin because of the water. Her cheeks flushed with the heat of the tub and not because of his close proximity. That would never happen because her hate outweighed his attractiveness. He leaned down, his nose nuzzling the raised collar of her clothing and she was grateful his skin was not touching hers.

"There are others way that you could darken." He murmured softly, his voice dark. Through the years he had not asked her to undress before him nor had he made a move on her but now she realized it was a false sense of security. Always a false sense because after all – a decade to him was nothing as far as his games went. To him the prize was much sweeter when the pleasure was delayed. She had known he wanted her on an intimate level but not for her – never for her but for what she was. She still remembered what he told her in that room where he made her undress, "I want to drown in the darkness I help envelope you."

And drown he would. She knew this. He knew this. It was just a matter of time.

His lips brushed her cheek, his teeth nipping slightly at the flushed flesh, "You say this darkness within you is slight..." he paused, his crimson, glowing orbs looking through her rather at her. "…you lie to yourself. How many have you killed, dilecto servo, how many have fallen at your hands?"

"At your order though – not at my will!" she all but hissed, fury welling within her, azure eyes blazing.

He tisked gently, "Ahh, Kagome, but they fell nonetheless, no?" she nodded her head and the tears she didn't want to shed fell from her closed eye lids. His voice continued to weave around her, "Hundreds, thousands, who knows? My appetite is insatiable. You are miserable, I know, I know. I own you – you are mine. Demons don't often keep pets but I wanted you." He whispered, his lips caressing her ear. "Your soul will one day be black and I will delight in that moment. Miko's with their tainted souls… oh what a treat. Right now though it's your purity that draws me and I want it." His voice was laced with lust for things he could take. "I want it but you will give it to me willingly and when that happens – your chance for redemption with be gone."

"I will never come to you willingly, Master. Never."She spat angrily. His lips brushed her right cheek delicately while his left hand gripped her neck, keeping her in place. His crimson eyes were lidded as his tongue brushed along the spot his lips just brushed. His breath was hot, hotter than the water, hotter than fire. His unoccupied hand moved through her ebony strands and trailed to the back of her neck. She fought against him but his seduction was heavy as it wove against her and she found her protests to become gasping sobs as tears spilled along her cheeks, mingling with the steam.

His voice was cruel as he spoke against the lobe of her ear, lightly nibbling with his teeth, "You do not need to love me to desire me and I know you desire."

"I hate you." She whispered angrily, the tears falling fast as she found her traitorous body responding to his slow ministrations.

He chuckled, "Hate is a good base for lust." His lips were hard against hers, bruising as his tongue pushed past her lips. She opened them, angrily, allowing his tongue to sweep as he attempted to dominate her, his hand yanking her head back by her ebony strands and baring her neck upward. Her own nails dug into the flesh of his chest while his lips nipped at her neck, tongue lathering her pulse while he continued to harshly imbed this moment within her mind. She choked on a moan and his lips were back, smothering, stealing her air. Saliva was exchanged in a messy, angry kiss but she gave into him but made him fight every inch of the way.

When his lips pulled from hers there was a darkness in her eyes that had not been there before and his smile was positively sinister.

He stood then, not a single word said, leaving her heaving and gasping for breath in the tub.

Nothing was said because Kagome knew that in the end – he had won.

And she screamed the injustice to the world.

The water was cool when she stood from it, no longer crying, no longer caring.

She headed back to their room, intent on changing. He had placed an outfit for her out on one of the chairs while he poured over his scrolls.

"We are relocating."

She said nothing and began to shed her clothing. He had pretty much destroyed the modesty within her many years ago and now just shed her clothes when she pleased.

"This time I am thinking somewhere warmer - the amazon is warm if not sticky. It has a multitude of savage people - I rather like the idea."

Kagome merely nodded her head as she slipped into her sleep clothes and lay down on the bed. They had always shared one because being a demon - he rarely slept if ever.

That night though, as sleep teased her senses, she felt him slide in beside her, his lips brushing her temple.

"Sleep, Kagome, we leave tomorrow."

She couldn't prevent the tears from sliding passed her closed eye lids.

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'Gome Yuki:: Oh yuuuusssss. We're getting to the smutty part. We'll stay in the amazon for a bit, have a time skip, head to America, then finally we'll meet Ciel~ :3 :3 Lemme know what you guys think!

Mergunt - Drown
Dulce Meum - My Sweet