"Why don't you just pay him?" Sesshomaru asked in his usual tone.

"Because I can't afford it!" Bankotsu defended.

"You're a moron…" He shook his head.

"Hey!"

"I just got off the phone with them." Inuyasha walked in. "I told them I'd bring a picture to the pen and they said they'll see what they can do."

"Thank god…" Bankotsu let out a sigh of relief. He pulled out his wallet and handed a wallet-picture of her. "It's a few months old but…"

"It'll do." Koga grunted.

XXX

She walked out of the shower and smiled when she realized he wasn't there. She frowned when she saw what he had on her bed.

A red string bikini and a piece of paper.

'Put this on and come outside.'

She crumpled it up and rolled her eyes.

XXX

"What's wrong, Manten, afraid of water?" Hiten taunted as he resurfaced the pool. He smirked when Masumi came outside, wrapped in a towel. She sat on one of the lounge chairs while Manten glared and cooked on the grill.

"Be kind, Hiten." He scolded, but his brother completely ignored him.

"Get in here…" He smirked and Masumi looked up to him. She had been in her own daze staring at her lap. "Now." He added. Manten sighed and walked inside. She took off the towel and slowly walked to the steps at the shallow end.

She stared down at the water and crossed her arms as she stepped in. It was beautiful in the backyard; even the pool was nice; she just didn't trust him. She looked up and gasped when she sat him in front of her.

His eyes stared at the bathing suit that just barely fit. Her hair extended to her waist and the tips were damp. He put his hands on her hips and she looked back down.

"Don't be like that…" He whispered.

"Stop…" She whispered and kept her arms tightly crossed. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against her neck.

"I'm giving you privileges, I deserve a reward." He didn't need to look at her to see her disappointed expression. "I won't…force you…" He whispered and she cocked her head at him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and her eyes got wide.

She tried to force him to let go but he held on tighter, slowly trailing his kisses to her lips. By that time, her back was against the pool wall in the deep end and his hands were against the ledge on both sides of her head.

He nipped her bottom lip and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He crashed his lips against hers and she let him, not returning but not rejecting. His hands wandered, but didn't go beneath the little clothing she wore. She turned her head to the side and his lips claimed the side of her face and neck. She gasped when his tongue slid into her ear.

His hands slid up her thighs and he heard her breaths get shaky. She was afraid again. He pulled away and smirked at her. She stared at him and he swam to the ladder and got out. He signaled for her to follow, and she did.

He grabbed her towel and quickly dried off his muscular chest. He threw it over his shoulder.

"You look better wet." He smirked. She folded her hands in front of her and he sat down. "Come here." He ordered again. She slowly walked over to him and he grabbed her hips and spun her around. He pulled her down and she sat on his lap. "Why so down?" He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She shrugged. "Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll let you talk to him today." He smirked and watched her immediately turn to face him.

She didn't like the term 'good girl'. It probably meant she would need to do something she didn't like.

"Ever get inked?" He smirked. She gulped.

"No…" She frowned.

"I was thinking about my name…" He smirked.

"On you?" She cocked her eyebrow at him.

"No…on you…" He saw her eyes get wide.

"No." Masumi whispered.

"Oh? You're telling me no?" Hiten scoffed. "So…how far does the word no ever get you?" He mocked and she went to stand up.

"Please…just no…"

"Where do you want it? Back? Neck? Breast?" He asked smugly. "If you fucking cry again, I will give you a reason to cry!" He yelled and she winced.

"Why do I need your name on me?"

"So you know who you belong to." He retorted and her frown deepened.

XXX

Her back hunched over the chair and she held her hair up. The back of her neck was decided, it was hidden enough, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She would burn this bastards name off her as soon as she could.

He sat in a chair against the wall and watched in amusement. It had been three hours and she hadn't complained. He walked up when the tattoo artist finished and smirked at his cursive name permanently on her skin. She whimpered as she was bandaged.

"Looks good…" He whispered and she glared up at him. He paid and they got in the car.

"I hate you…" She mumbled.

"I own you." He replied and she bit her bottom lip. "I haven't done anything to you lately to make you hate me…"

"You've forced me to live with you." She spat and he hated to admit that stung. She looked out her window and he grabbed her hand. She went to pull hers away but he laced his fingers with hers.

"And you'll be living with me for quite a while…so get used to it…" He frowned and she remained silent. They pulled up and he got out and let her out of the car.

XXX

She attempted to look at it again in the mirror as the sun set. The disgusting ink that labeled her as his. She looked at her plain room again. She hated it there…it reminded her of how she had no choice.

She cautiously walked to the door and down the hall. It was silent. She walked into the living room and frowned.

XXX

"What are you doing down here?" She jumped when she heard his voice from the doorway. She frowned and stood up. "I never said you couldn't leave your room, it was a question." Hiten crossed his arms.

"Sorry…" She whispered.

"What are you watching?" He sat down and she gave him a confused stare. "Sit down." He kept his eyes on the TV, which was the only light on in the room. She slowly sat down but stayed a foot away from him.

"Amityville Horror…" She whispered and he nodded.

"You like scary movies?" He smirked and faced her, she just nodded. "Relax." He watched her scoot back and lean her back against the cushion. She propped her elbow on the armrest and rested her head on her palm. She saw him move closer through the corner of her eye but tried to ignore it.

He grabbed her ankles that were on the ground and pulled them so they were at her side and she bit her bottom lip, still ignoring him.

"I said relax…" He whispered. He grabbed her foot and her muscles relaxed as he massaged it. She felt his lips kiss the top and she grunted. Then his tongue joined in and she moaned. He kissed up her leg and slowly made it to her thigh. He smirked up to her and she growled. She kicked him and he fell off the couch. "You little…" He got to his feet and glared at her.

Her knees where pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her chin rested on her knees and she slowly rocked her body to calm herself down. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to her feet.

"What did I tell you about that?" He roughly shook her and she didn't even try to fight him off. "I told you to never fight me…" He frowned and stared into her terrified, navy blue eyes. "I told you I wouldn't touch you."

"Th-that was before." She mumbled.

"I won't now…ok?" He loosened his tight hold of her forearms and she nodded. "Do not fe…" He stopped himself. He reminded himself that fear was a good thing. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. "You want to stay down here or you want to go to your room?" He kissed the top of her head.

"Stay here…please…" She whispered. He sat down and she sat beside him. Her legs went sideways across his lap and her head rested on his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around the back of her waist and the other rested on her legs. He kissed her forehead and realized she was asleep.

He gently picked her up and walked into his room. He set her on the bed and covered her with the blanket before stripping down to his boxers and joining her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she stirred.

He couldn't explain why he felt the need to take care of her, but he did. He felt something for her. He wanted her not to fear him, but to care in return but he knew she never would. He had done too much. She had made him care without even trying.

He didn't want to hurt her and didn't want her to cry anymore. He wanted her to be happy with him.

"You've forced me to live with you."

He growled. She was supposed to fear him and obey his every command, willingly or not, she was under his roof and she was his property…he watched a tear roll down her cheek as she slept and frowned.

If that's the way things were supposed to be, then why did he feel so guilty right now?