She shifted her weight as she woke up. She almost screamed when she opened her eyes.

Hiten's face was barely an inch away from hers. She looked down and saw his arm around her waist and his legs wrapped around hers. She was down to her bra and panties, but he was still clothed from the waist down.

He had forced her many times, but never slept in the same bed with her overnight. While she felt nervous and slightly uncomfortable, she also felt a little safe. Nobody had just held her in a while.

Then, she got a nauseating sensation in her stomach. Her back shot up and she jumped over him and ran to the bathroom.

She hunched over the toilet and vomited, now regretting the amount of alcohol she consumed. She felt someone hold her hair back and glanced over her shoulder.

Hiten kneeled beside her and held her hair behind her head. She was done shortly after and brushed her teeth. She slid on her purple silk robe and held her stomach as she reached her bed.

"What happened?" She groaned and he smirked.

"Nothing." He shrugged.

"Was I stupid?" She mumbled.

"Nope." He still smirked. His hand groped her body and she tensed in response. "Calm down…" He whispered. He began to tug at her panties and she gasped.

"Not now…"

"Yes…I want you…now." He blew into her ear and she moaned.

"No…" She whispered. He slid her panties down her legs and off her ankles. He carelessly threw them aside. He jumped between her legs with a smirk.

"Mm…" He moaned as he grinded his hips with hers.

"Stop…" She knew it was too good for him to just be nice and not expect anything back.

"You don't want me to…?" He whispered into her hair. He undid his pants and went to slide his boxers off. "I won't hurt you…" He whispered and she felt a chill run down her spine. He held her hips in place and pushed himself into her.

Her back arched off the bed and she groaned. Tears rolled down her cheeks again. He slowly pulled in and out of her and she hated that she enjoyed it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to her. He buried his face in the nape of her neck and grunted.

"Yes…" She moaned and he scoffed lightly.

"Again."

"Yes!" She yelled and he seemed satisfied. He propped himself up on his hands and leaned forward. He passionately kissed her and she returned. His tongue dominated hers and she moaned into his mouth.

"You were fucking begging for it last night…" He whispered and she blushed.

"But…I don't want to…now…" She hissed.

"You just look so fucking good under me." He teased.

"Hiten…stop…" She snapped her eyes open when he held the bottom of her thighs so her legs were in the air.

"Just shut up." He barked.

"Hiten!" Her eyes got wide and she clung to his shoulders.

"Its good to know your owner." He smirked and she would glare but her mind was at too much of a lustful state. She shifted her hips against his and he grunted and bit down on the nape of her neck.

"Stop….stop…" She whispered. He was a little rough, but she felt more pleasure than pain. She simply didn't want him pleasing her.

He pulled out and rolled on his side. She faced her back to him and he grew confused.

"I don't want to anymore…" She panted. He crawled beside her and smirked down to her.

"What you want isn't important." He leaned in to kiss her and she didn't even look up at him.

"I hate you."

"I know you do." He nipped her ear and she whimpered. "And we'll work on that later." He got up from the bed. She heard him dress himself. She curled up in a ball on her sighed and held back as many tears as she could.

XXX

Day turned to night and she had only moved to put on her robe. The door opened and she fell off the bed out of fear.

"Sorry." It was Manten. She let out a sigh of relief.

"It's alright." She half-smiled.

"Uh…dinner is ready. Hiten is downstairs…" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Thank you…" She nodded and he left. She slid on a pair of red short-shorts and a white tank-top. She put on her white fluffy slippers and took in a deep breath before walking out of her room.

She found them sitting at the table already eating. Hiten smirked at her and she quickly sat down and slowly ate the meal. Nobody spoke a word.

"Come in the living room with me." Hiten glared at her and she nodded. They walked down the hall and Hiten sat on the couch. He patted the spot beside him and she slowly sat down. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and watched TV.

She tensed his hand massaged her thigh. Then he stopped. He grabbed her waist and swung her in front of him as he lay down sideways on the couch.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Yes…" She whispered and he growled.

"Just before…did I hurt you?"

"No…"

"Did I please you?" He asked and she didn't answer. "Do not make me repeat myself."

"Y-Yes…" She mumbled.

"Then what reason do you have you to fear me?" He asked and she crossed her arms. "He isn't getting you back for a while so suck it up." He spat and she winced. "Stop crying, it annoys me." She bit her bottom lip. "What is it you want from me?"

"To go home…" She whispered.

"Well you aren't getting that."

"For you to stop…touching me…" She added.

"You are my property; I can touch you whenever and where ever I please." He challenged.

"But…you hurt me…" She mumbled. "You can never just…be nice without having me…" He frowned.

"You mean nothing." He tried to sound confident. She rolled over and faced him. She buried her face in his chest and cried. He slowly wrapped his arms around her.

"What did I ever do to you?" She whispered, and for the first time in a while, he felt guilty.

XXX

Bankotsu frowned and looked at some more pictures. He sipped his beer and sighed.

"We're getting her back." Jakotsu assured.

"I know…it's just….its been so long now…" His frown deepened.

"She can fight that bastard off." He sat beside him.

"But for a month?" Bankotsu asked in disbelief.

"Why don't you have Inuyasha call the cops? His record's pretty clean, right?"

"I'm…not sure anymore…" He sighed.

XXX

He didn't even know how long he had been holding her, but her crying had finally died down.

"Why do you let me live?" She whispered and he frowned. He didn't even know the answer to that question.

"Because I can…"

"Do I mean anything to you?" She whispered. He didn't understand why she was suddenly so full of questions, she usually barely talked to him, and now she was forcing conversation.

"Somewhat something." He shrugged and she smiled. "What are you happy about now?"

"You're being kind…" She whispered. He rolled his eyes and sat up. "No!" She sat up and crawled away. His eyes softened.

"I won't…" He held his hand out to her.

"Promise?"

"Promise." She took his hand and he pulled her between his legs. He sat with his back against the armrest and her side leaned against his chest. He stroked her hair.

He truly did worry for her. She was very beautiful and he knew if it wasn't him, some other bastard would be all over her. He didn't know how to explain these feelings, though.

"I'm sorry…" She mumbled.

"For what?" She just shrugged in response.

"Making you angry…" He gave her another sympathetic look. He had done so much to her and she was apologizing? In all honesty, he barely knew her. He didn't know what she liked, though he had learned a few things she didn't like.

He wouldn't apologize to her, though. It simply wasn't in his nature.

"I miss them…"

"Too bad." He looked down and met her gaze.

"What did I do to you that make you hate me?" He didn't like these emotions she made him feel. Sadness. Sympathy. And just caring in general. He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips.

"You did nothing wrong…" He whispered in her ear and she shifted her weight so she wasn't so close to him.

"Then why do you punish me?"

"Because…I like your punishments…" He smirked and she blushed. "I'll take you to your room now."

"Ok…" She stood up and he carried her bridal style. She blushed again and he kicked her door open. He set her on the bed and wiped away her dried tears with his thumbs.

"Get some rest." He sighed and she watched him leave.

It made no sense, but she wanted him to stay.