a/n: It's been a whole freaking month since I last updated! My favorite story too!(Other than Ghosts in the House… but truthfully? It scares… ME!) :'( But I'll make it all up to you! I promise!
Disclamer: I… *smirks* DO own Inuya- *runs from the mass of lawyers running towards her* I mean… I DON'T OWN INUYASHA!
Chapter Five:
Pt 1:
The red blood that splattered the earthen floor… the entrails of demon smudged everywhere… that had drawn their attention. Just as we had anticipated.
But this.. No. We never even imagined this.
A sharp pain in my back caused me to wince, as the spiky haired male kicked me casually.
"Wench - Look up so I can see your face." there was that confident, cocky voice again. The one that was as rough, and harsh as his goons many abuses.
I hated that voice passionately. And the face and body that went with that voice.
"I said, look up!" He commanded, as he shoved my chin up with his muddy foot.
I cringed away from him glaring, as my eyes met the startling blue eyes of cruelty.
I knew who I hated.
A man with long black hair, and bright blue eyes. A man I might have found intriguing in different circumstances.
A man, who was a monster in my heart. A man who deserved to die. A man - no, a monster! - who I wished to kill, but couldn't.
Damn him.
I glared upwards at him, seeing red as I did so.
How I wanted to strangle him. Purify him. Shoot an arrow through that wicked smirk.
But that was an impossibility. He was a youkai. A collector. The ones that rounded up the women wandering the woods, and took them back to the dungeons. Or worse. The slave yard.
Those blue eyes, pierced me, scrutiny shining within them.
"you're a pretty one." He stated coolly, "If you don't sell for a good price, I'll be glad to take you."
I would be sold.
So it would be to the slave yards that I would be heading. Damn it. Of all luck.
No one EVER escaped from the slave yards. No master would let them out of their grasp, once they were sold. They would work, and die in captivity. That would be their life.
Closing my eyes, I said my silent goodbyes to everyone. To Sota, my little brother, who was always so brave. My mother, who was always so understanding. My grandfather, who refused to be left out of the resistance. I hoped that they were safe in the mountains. That they would stay safe. That no harm would come upon them.
Then I let the pain overtake me, as they kicked me in the back, once more.
Pt.2
He stopped and smelt the air, as his companion watched him skeptically.
"Lord Inuyasha?" The Houshi questioned, as he rose an eyebrow.
The hanyou motioned for him to be quiet, as he took in the scent.
Something… strange, and sweet wafted on the breeze, mixed with the scent of blood. It was an alluring scent. Something he hadn't smelled before. Yet it held a strange… familiarity inside his brain.
Ears twitching, the hanyou started towards the scent, wondering what the fuck it could be.
Pt.3
The silent taiyoukai, watched the girl from where he stood among the tree's.
He didn't know what drove him back to this place time after time. Yet still, he came.
The girl was sitting at the waters edge, looking tired, as the villagers bustled about in the distance. She paid them no attention, and they did not heed her.
Mortals…
He shifted in his space in the shadows - watching the girl was a tiresome duty. He was ready to move on and do something else for a change.
Yet he stopped, as he saw two startled eyes watching him.
The girl knew he was here.
And he was scaring her.
She had a right to be scared. He was a powerful youkai. He could kill her even from this distance, with a single blow from his sword. Or even his claws.
Yet, as he watched her indifferently, he saw her expression change from one of fright, to a smile.
She was smiling at him.
A human.
With that, he turned his back to her, and continued into the dark woods, unconsciously contemplating the irregularity of it all.
Pt. 4
The monk followed curiously, after the confused looking hanyou.
Whatever was bothering 'his lord' should not bother him. It was none of his buisiness. He shouldn't pry. Yet…
"What's bothering you, Lord Inuyasha?"
Great. There went that large mouth of his.
The said hanyou glared back at him, causing him to retreat a couple feet.
"None of your fucking business." He snapped, "And stop calling me 'Lord'. you're fucking annoying as it is."
"Then why did you take me in?" The monk asked solemnly, watching him with reverent eyes.
It was the hanyou's turn to recoil, but he quickly recovered his composure.
"Feh. I dunno."
The monk rolled his eyes.
The hanyou was obviously, a good hearted guy.. Unconsciously. Otherwise? He was an idiot, and narcissisist.
He sighed, and wished that he had stayed with that pleasantly bodied young woman who had tended to his wounds a few villages back.
Yes… what a pleasant body.
Pt. 5
She scowled out the bars of the cage like room she and her best friend had been thrown into. She wouldn't let them get the best of her. They could take her weapons, and her dignity, by throwing her in these awful recycled white kimono's stained with grime and blood… but they would never be able to break her spirit.
Kagome was huddled in the corner, holding her head in her hands, looking broken. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and her mouth was held in a trembling frown.
She cursed under her breath. She didn't want to have to deal with this right now - best friend, or not.
"Kagome…" She began warningly, dropping all formality they had once shared.
They weren't just friends here. They were partners in crime, an unstoppable, unbreakable duo.
Kagome passed a hand over her eyes for a moment, blocking everything out, and when she finally spoke, her voice was strong, and dripping with rage.
"We will get out of here."
There was desperation in her voice, fear in the undertone. Yet they would get through this together. They had to. It was both of them, or neither of them. Yet deep in their hearts, they knew that if one of them had the chance to escape… they wouldn't mind being left behind.
Pt. 6
The scarlet eyed woman, pressed her back up to a tree, breathing heavily, as she tried to calm her thoughts.
She had known that being released would be a bad thing. She hadn't wanted that pigtailed hooligan to come save her. Her chest gave a pulsing throb, causing her to fall forward onto her knee's.
A blood curdling hiss came from somewhere above her head, and she knew he was there, as usual, that thing clasped in his hands.
Her heart.
Shuttering, knowing escape was futile, she tried not to overreact or scream.
"That's better, Kagura." He whispered to her, "Bow down to your master."
Her master. Her father. Her twin. Her creator.
Her worst enemy.
A/N: Ok, ok, it was super, super, super, SUPER short. But be glad I even updated. *grumbles*. I had a hell of a time trying to find time to do this - but at least I decided to become a procrastinator for now, and put my tower of HW on hold till later tonight..
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