CHAPTER 13:

'Slave!' someone called through the hollow black corridors. The voice echoed against the stone and Mokumoku appeared from the shadows as she curtsied deeply. 'What took you so long, you bitch?' He screamed at her and smacked her across the face making the bruise that was there a little blacker and bigger. She didn't do and say anything, the pain did not register and kept looking sideways. 'Look at me, bitch!' He screamed and the slave turned her face to look at his face with hollow, empty eyes. 'That is better… I want to keep seeing that hollow expression when you look at me. It makes me feel stronger and more powerful, knowing that I have accomplished in something your previous owner did not succeed in.' He said with a hollow laugh. It echoed in the main entrance hall. 'You will never be free from me… I will always keep you with me…' He released another laugh one that sounded full of sick and twisted triumph. Mokumoku cast her eyes down and bent down deeply. 'Come and lie down at my feet… we are getting company… And I need to rest my legs…' He whispered sickly as Mokumoku did what she was ordered. She sat down on her knees and elbows as he pushed his heels into her back getting no response from the shadow.

'Azuma!' A voice came to them. Mokumoku raised her head as she heard the voice and looked up at her master. A brilliant silver light erupted from the middle of the hall and Sesshoumaru appeared, causing Azuma to push the heels of his spiked boots deeper into her skin, puncturing the delicate flesh and blood sipped out. 'Give back, my wife…' Sesshoumaru said as he stepped out of the silver light. Azuma laughed an insane laugh 'Your wife?' he asked in a hollow laugh 'You do not have a wife… Your so called wife is nothing more than a low life slave that worked for you…' He said with a sick smirk and pressed his spiked heels deeper in her skin, causing blood to flow freely. 'This is what is left of your wife.' He kicked her away from him, and she fell down the stairs that lead to his throne. Before Sesshoumaru could even take a step Azuma was at her side and forced her to look up. 'Look at your so called wife.' He whispered insanely 'This is what is left of her…' He looked back at the nameless mute and licked her cheek, making Sesshoumaru growl in fury. 'It seems that he has remembered you, but you don't remember him anymore, huh? You don't remember him, do you?' He whispered in her ear. 'DO YOU? ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!' he screamed at her and planted a fist in her face. She shook her head as she looked at Sesshoumaru with vacant eyes. 'You see, she doesn't remember you… she is completely mine now. In every way…' he said as he ripped the jute bag from her body. She stood there naked in front of them. Red scars were in sharp contrast of her milky white skin.

He noticed that her old human skin had completely gone. Bruises and cuts covered her entire body. Her eyes were vacant and empty. She was more bones then skin and he could count every single bone. Sesshoumaru's eyebrow quivered as his eyes turned red. 'Do you really want her back now, looking like this?' Azuma asked as he stepped behind her and grabbed one of her breasts and kneaded it. There was no reaction from the young woman in front of him. 'So all you wanted was to have her as a puppet, a lifeless shadow with no will, to obey in your sick and disgusted bidding. Wasn't your wife not good or strong enough to live out your perverted fantasies? You always had been a sick demon Azuma but you went too far now… I told you once before that I do not share my wife.' Azuma held up a finger causing Sesshoumaru to stop in a mid-sentence. He wanted to talk more but no sound came from his lips. He looked at Azuma who was smiling 'What, can't talk anymore…? Oh well, no matter, you know, you keep calling this wonderful slave your wife…' He said as he licked her neck. 'But how could you… Sesshoumaru, love someone like this? Who is a human… who is a slave… this was nothing more than a little play. You just needed to lose your frustrations on her… having no mate for such a long time… sad, you know…' He said as he shook his head, with played sadness. 'She was nothing more than a sex slave to you, wasn't she?' He continued. 'Oh, yes, I was just a mere sex slave to you, Sesshoumaru-sama… One that not deserves to have your heart or second look.' He said in a little girls voice, as he had brought up his other hand and made it look like she was talking instead of him, Azuma then laughed. Sesshoumaru wanted to approach them to stop her and kill the bastard that had broken her. Black vines sprouted out of the shadows, wrapping themselves around his wrists and ankles. 'You think this will stop me?' He asked as he looked at the demon, trying to block out the sakura and jasmine scent that came to his nose.

Sesshoumaru cut the vines but when he had cut them the double amount of the vines sprouted out of the shadows trapping him further. Azuma laughed hollowly 'I think it does, low life dog of the Western Fields.' And licked the neck of the young vixen once again, ticking Sesshoumaru off even further. 'Spread your legs, slave…' He whispered at Mokumoku. 'Touch yourself, pleasure yourself for our guest…' Mokumoku guided her hands to her clit and started to rub it. With growing disgust Sesshoumaru saw how she did what she was told. Yeah, the scent drove him insane and nearly to orgasm himself but not in this way… not like this while Azuma was helping her and kneading her breasts. 'On your knees…' Sesshoumaru heard Azuma whisper at the shadow. Horrified he saw that she obliged as Azuma dropped his pants. 'Now, suck, little slut…' He whispered at her. Mokumoku wrapped her little mouth around his erection and started to suck. 'Oh, yeah…' He rolled his head back and looked at the side, with a grin 'have you ever felt what a wonderful mouth she has, Sesshoumaru…?' Azuma looked at Sesshoumaru when he heard him growl. 'huh, you mean…?' Azuma began and looked down at the bobbing head of Mokumoku. 'She is very talented, you know… And that mouth of hers… Just to cum for…' He groaned and sped up, making her gag, but she kept on going. He squirted his semen all over her face and smiled down at her. 'That is a good little mindless slut….' He said as he petted her on the cheek. Vacant eyes looked back up at him. He thought he saw a shimmer in the corner of her eye and smacked her in the face. 'Don't look at me like that…' He growled and punched her in the face once again. Blood tickled down from her right sleep as she kept looking sideways, vacant eyes rested on the silver white haired demon that was imprisoned in front of them.

'Why did you come here in the first place Sesshoumaru…?' Azuma asked as he pushed the mindless slave on to her back and spread her legs. It was wet and Azuma rubbed the wetness. How he loved the smell, it was an addiction, it was a drug, to all demons, it was how she smelled. He brought his fingers to his mouth and rubbed the want across his lips. He then looked at the silver haired demon in front of him and repeated the question. Azuma had bowed in between her legs and was now licking the mute, meanwhile masturbating himself. Sesshoumaru looked at the demon and wondered that as well. Why had he come here, again? He didn't know… He knew he was angry because of something that he had taken… and wanted to kill him for that… But what was it again? He looked around and his eyes rested on the mindless and speechless slave. Had he come all this way, for that? Seriously not, right? For a second Sesshoumaru thought he saw a crease appear in the flat face of the mindless girl in front of him, but it was gone before he knew it. 'Don't do this Sesshoumaru.' He heard the pleading voice of Rin ringing in his ears. 'Remember her, Sesshoumaru, do not let him get into your head and rip her away from you once again, you knew her when you were in her bedroom… you knew her when I gave you two arms… You know her SCENT!' He heard Rin cry out. The bastard Azuma had done it again, he had gotten inside his head once again. 'Such a sweet taste… Sakura…' he whispered as he licked his lips 'With a hint of Jasmine…' He finished and spread her legs even further, ready to fuck her. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and inhaled the scent to focus his thoughts. 'I'm here, I wanted to make you see how I fuck this slut, and then kill it. Besides, didn't your mommy never tell you that it was rude to not look at demons when they talk to you? The stupid bitch that was pushed away by a human…' Azuma laughed. 'That's it…, first you dare to take my wife away, and now you dared to bring his mother into it as well.' With a furious growl and strength that made Azuma shiver in his boots Sesshoumaru ripped himself free from his shadow bounds and drew his sword. Azuma jumped away with the slave in his arms and his pants still on his ankles. He growled at Sesshoumaru low in his throat. 'Don't growl at me, pathetic excuse of a leader…pathetic excuse of a demon…' Sesshoumaru said as his eyes turned a crimson red and his teeth grew a few inches. 'Don't you see, she has no will anymore… nothing… she will do as she is told…' He threw her away as a piece of filth, her body came in contact with the lower step of the stairs and lay there motionless with her face toward the two men.

Blood dripped from a head wound and made a puddle on the floor, drenching her black hair. Vacant eyes watched as the two began to fight and how both demons got hurt. Her empty eyes rested on the demon with silver hair and the marking on his forehead. She had seen it before, but where? A scent came to her that intensified the memory 'That is right, remember him… remember the demon in white and silver…' She heard a voice. 'You once said that you belonged to him, and only him…' A blue light appeared in front of her blocking the fight. She looked into brown eyes with long black hair.'Remember him…' She heard and then a growl from the silver haired demon who was stabbed his new arm.'remember yourself, and who you are… where you come from…' The voice continued in a loving whisper.'Remember the scent… you know what it is…you know who owns that smell…' tears gathered in the corners of the vacant green eyes and slid down the side of her face into her dull hair and onto the ground. Both demons stopped their fight when salt came to their noses. Azuma whirled around and looked at the empty woman. She was covered by a royal blue shield as her eyes changed rapidly between vacancy and focus. 'Remember…' The voice whispered again, a little more forceful this time. 'Your fight is with me, Azuma…' Sesshoumaru growled and blasted Azuma through the hall and smashed him into the opposite wall.

'm-musk…' she whispered after a while as she remembered the scent. It was the first thing she said after six months of being a mute. Sesshoumaru and Azuma looked at her. Was she actually remembering?'That is right… who does it belong to?… you know him… what is his name? What is your name? Who are you?' The questions repeated quickly after each other and echoed through her head. She released a broken scream and curled into a ball. The pain in the scream made Sesshoumaru's heart break and turned around to face Azuma. 'Never will you hurt her, or anyone else for that matter, ever again… She is mine… she is my wife.' he said and lifted his new arm. Azuma backed away at the sight of him having two arms. Before Azuma had the time to scream Sesshoumaru ran his arm through his chest. 'You will not touch anyone anymore… let the demons of the lowest part of Hell come and collect your soul.' Sesshoumaru then gave a hollow chuckle 'You're not even worthy to them…' Sesshoumaru said as he ripped his arm out of his body and wiped it clean. Azuma looked from his stomach wound to Sesshoumaru who turned around and walked away from him. Azuma dropped to his knees and fell with his head on the black marble of the hall. The skull of the demon cracked on impact and his eyes became vacant.

Sesshoumaru forced himself to stay emotionless and walk with a steady pace to Faya. He knelt down next to her and looked at her. 'musk…' He heard him whisper 'with green tea…' she continued after a while. 'Who…?' she then whispered as a crease appeared in forehead. She screwed her eyes shut. Her fetal position made him want to go into full rage and kill everyone in the eastern country. The mental wall that Azuma had placed on her memories finally broke and silver memories came to her. Coughs wrecked her fragile body and tears spilled out of her eyes. She released another broken scream that echoed through the room as she wept and wept. 'This is first and final time I want to see you like that ever again…' She heard someone whisper. The whisper was different than the ones she was used to by now. This one was loving, full with care and it was warm. She raised her head and looked into a pair of yellow orbs. Safety and worry lingered in those beautiful orbs. Pain shot through her body and she gasped. 'Do you know who I am?' He asked her as he wrapped her in the fur that he always carried with him. She raised a fragile arm and touched his face. She traced the scar and looked at the crescent moon on his forehead. Faya lay a hand on his cheek as Sesshoumaru gave into the touch he heard her voice in a broken whisper coming to him. 'I do remember you…' She felt how he wrapped his arms around her and then nodded. 'What's my name…?' He then asked her. 'Tell me my name… and I know that you will remember me…' He whispered. A tired smile lingered on her face as Sesshoumaru looked at her and then whispered 'you're the Hellhound that took my heart without asking.' Even when broken and coming back to reality she still held a sharp tongue. He shook his head with a smile and closed his eyes to cover the tears that were threatening to fall. 'Good enough, for now…' He answered and stood up. 'Let's get you home… Faya…' She heard and nodded before a soothing blackness took her over…

~END OF BOOK 1!~