Bonjour!

I know, I know. I'm supposed to be updating Haki instead of this fic, but I just feel bad leaving you with such a dud last update. Sooo… here we are!

I also have a sketch to scan and upload to Dokuga. I'm calling it the cover for this fic, just because I can. It doesn't say the name of this fic simply due to the fact that I am completely inept when it comes to adding text to scanned images. I could have written it, but I'm really bad at writing prettifully :( If someone wants to put the title and my penname on it for me…. :D

So hopefully, this chapter won't be quite as bad as the last one. I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review! They keep the evil plunnies away… .

The weakness of the enemy makes our strength. – Cherokee proverb

DISCLAIMER: I still have nothing to do with Inuyasha. I don't even own any Inuyasha memorabilia…

Kagome woke with a splitting headache. Once she got past that fact, the miko began to notice other things. First of all, there was the cord wrapped around her wrists, a perfect match to the one currently restraining her ankles. The gag in her mouth was an obviously unclean strip of cloth.

Lovely.

Then there was the damp rock she was laying on, her shoulder aching as if to protest being squished into the hard surface. The priestess could feel the chill of the moisture seeping into her clothing, into her very bones.

Apparently stone was the theme of the room. Looking around, the young woman saw nothing but rock walls and floors, accented every now and then with the wonderfully archaic-looking torch holders on the walls. There were only two torches, but they served well enough to burn the grogginess from her eyes.

The whole place had that musty odor that came only from a combination of moisture, neglect, and disuse.

Three very unpleasant circumstances…

The thick wooden door with its barred window was a dead giveaway: she was stuck in a dank, dirty dungeon.

At this realization, the panic began to set in.

Ohgodohgodohgod….I'm gonna die, I just know it! I'll never get to see Shippou again, I'll never get to apologize to Sango and Miroku again, Mama will never know I'm dead, ohgodohgodohgod…

Her little mental tirade was interrupted when she heard a squeak worthy of a horror movie accompanied by heavy footsteps. Her head snapped in the direction of the door. A beam of light streamed in from the hallway, a silhouette of a rather large man outlined in the opening.

The terrified priestess began to squirm, though she knew there was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

The man stepped into the room, his demonic aura confirming his race. Kagome could just barely make out the rugged planes of his features. His face was scarred with battle and, almost as an afterthought, she checked to see if he had a weapon. Seeing a nasty-looking sword strapped to his waist, the miko's struggles increased in intensity.

Clad in completely black haori and hakama, the youkai was almost invisible in the dark room. The only thing that she could see clearly was the evil glint in his bright orange eyes.

As he drew closer, it became apparent that he was covered in chestnut fur, another reason he blended well with the dark surroundings.

Coming to a stop near the miko, his feet only about a foot from her face, he peered down at her. His amusement at her struggles showed in his toothy grin.

"Isn't it cute? The little human thinks she can run away."

Bending his knees and leaning down until the miko could feel his hot, rancid breath in her face, the furry youkai spoke again, his voice sending a chill down Kagome's spine.

"She's sadly mistaken."

The underlying threat made her stop wriggling. Obviously he wasn't letting her go any time soon, and she wasn't going to push her luck.

"Much better," he said with that evil grin of his. "I do so love a submissive little human to… entertain me every now and again."

What does he mean? Is he going to… no, he can't! Doesn't he realize…?

It was then that she felt a little nudging in the back of her mind. It was a little bit of hope, telling her that he didn't know she was a priestess with the ability to purify his dirty, disgusting self into oblivion.

As his hand made contact with her leg and began to move its way up, up under her skirt, the panic returned. He made his way higher, coming in contact with the waistband of her panties.

Just as he gave them a little tug, Kagome lost it. Her reiki swelled, bursting out of her. A bright pink bolt shot from her body and up the youkai's arm, reducing him to a pile of ashes in a split second.

The sheer power contained in that one defensive move drained the miko completely. She was rendered unconscious for the second time in one day.

Alone in his study, Sesshoumaru found himself quite surprised. He felt a great source of miko powers, somewhere in his palace.

The miko had arrived… and she was early.

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Thank you for reading and please review!

~Siki