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I do Not own Inuyasha but I would mind keeping him hostage in my basement

Thank you to those who have reviewed. I went back a read them all to get inspiration to write this chapter. A special thanks to NightFalcon 222 who understands taming the beast is a difficult task.

I listened to the song sometimes you cant make it on your own by u2

Broken Wings

*~*~* Jinenjis house ~*~*~*

Yasha stared at the sleeping girl. His eyelids felt heavy his body wanted him to sleep he needed to sleep. But right now his instincts weren't about to let him. Bringing his hand to the side of his neck he frowned.

Kagome had no idea what she had done. Just one little action had sent his entire body into over drive. It was the voice that scared him the most. If was a familiar one, he had only ever heard the savage voice a few times before, but always when he had been in the heat of battle. The voice was a reminder of something dark something sinister asleep within him. The voice spoke of something primal something old and ancient, it hungered for blood and destruction. When Kagome had bitten him she had called and it had answered. To a human such a little mistake would mean nothing but to him it set his blood on fire.

This went beyond his desire for the girl. Because there was no denying it he did desire her, everything be damned. It didn't matter that she was the Higurashis daughter, it didn't matter that some kook rotting in a cell said she had had bewitched him. There were many reasons for him not to want her, she was nothing but trouble. You've always liked trouble though. It was true he had always been attracted to trouble maybe that was one of the reasons why he was drawn to Kagome.

The other day he had come so close to kissing her senseless. What he was feeling now went beyond those petty feeling. Her actions had stirred the Youki sleeping in his blood. In the Inu clan what she had done was what a female would do to show her interest to a perspective mate. It was something he could not ignore.

The light in the room was a dull steely grey as rain was still pouring down outside. Listening he could hear the others in the next room moving about, they were restless as the weather kept them in. Shifting his attention back to Kagome he listened to her steady breathing it was unfair that she was allowed to sleep. He was dead tired but his nerves kept him on edge as he focused on her slender form.

Things were never simple in his life were they? He had only two options. The first being he could just choose to ignore this. Doing so would mean he had rejected Kagome, and his body would begin to react accordingly. In a way the mating rituals of the Inu clan were still rather barbaric. If he rejected her it meant to she had no place with his pack unless it was with one other members. As he had been traveling in a group he guessed he could be considered in traveling in a pack.

Even their formation was that of a pack. Himself being the alfa male was in front. He made the decisions he decided where they went. In the middle were those who couldn't quite defend themselves as well as the others. Hojo traveled there and when they had returned from Obin it had been the place Mamoru had fallen into. After them was Sango she was one of the strongest fighters in the group. And being so protected them from any attack that may be launched at their rear. Slightly behind her was Miroku. Miroku was the most trusted member of his group as well as a good fighter and being so he held the position in the back like a watchful guardian looking over the entire group in front of him.

Kagome she occasionally dropped back to talk to the other members of his group of his pack but she always returned to his side. She always returned to the place that in his culture was reserved for the Alfa female. A place reserved for his mate. But if he rejected her then she would have no place in his pack unless it was with another member of it.

At the thought of it he knew any one of the other male members of his group would be more than willing to capture her attention. He thought briefly of her being with Hojo or maybe even Miroku a low growl started in his chest. He didn't want anyone to touch her, especially that idiot Hobo, he couldn't even keep her safe it was all his fault she had gotten hurt. Then of course there was Miroku. He knew his friend wouldn't have a problem keeping her safe, but the thought of the pervert touching her made his skin crawl. If he was unwilling to take her and also unwilling to let someone else have her from his group it meant only one thing she had to leave.

Making her leave sounded harsh but that was the way pack dynamics worked. If no one wanted her as their own and she was not related to anyone else in the pack then there was no use for her to be here. Of course he could try to fight his instincts but on this matter they were ingrained and would be acted upon even if only on a subconscious level. The thought of Kagome leaving made his blood run cold.

He had been trying to get rid of her he wanted to get rid of her. It was in her best interest to be no where near him. He led a dangerous life, it was just who he was, there was no other choice for him, but there was for her. It would be selfish of him to keep her with them. Oh how he wanted to be selfish he wanted something that was just his. He wanted something he didn't chose because it was good for the group.

No he wanted her for his own personal reasons. The idea was new to him he had never wanted something so much. The feeling was foreign. But how could he be so selfish. Balling his hands into fists he felt his nails break the skin and knew if he didn't let up then blood would start welling up in his palm. He thought of his sharp claws and how delicate her flesh was, he could rip her to ribbons if he lost control. He was a monster and abomination he had been told it his entire life he could see it in people eyes when they saw him the first time. He was always trying to make up for this, when really the only thing he had done was be born.

Outcast if his mother hadn't protected him then they would have probably disposed of him when he was a baby. People grew silent when he walked into a room and shuddered when they looked at him. Mangy mutt, dog boy, half breed, freak, monster, abomination the words flitted through his head doing nothing for the situation at hand. Sure he had people who were close to him. Who sometimes forgot what he was, but every now and then he would do something move too fast let his instincts get out of control and he would see the shock in their eyes.

They would try to hide it, but he knew. That was why most of the time her preferred to travel alone. He took the dangerous jobs because he could handle them. He was always trying to prove himself and because of it he always rushed in head first he could do whatever the situation demanded. Despite everything he did he could never live down his heritage he could never deny his blood. He tried to do so much but the only thing some people would ever see was a monster. Those around him had to weather the ridicule that came with being associated with him.

This was not the kind of life he wanted for Kagome. For a second he almost wished he had never met the stubborn young woman. He had originally thought of Kagome as a bird that had grown up in a cage. If she was with him it would be just switching from one cage to another he couldn't do that to her, but at the same time he couldn't bare to part with her.

Before he knew what he was doing he found himself moving closer to her. There was really only one alternative, there were two different types of marking the preliminary mark that was done by sent and a bite that left a mark but did not break skin. This mark was usually done to stake claim but also sometimes among mates that were together not because of a love match but had been mated because of political reasons. Then there was the mating mark which was done also by sent and bite this time breaking the skin so as to leave a scar. A mating mark was one of the most intimate things done in the Youkai culture it went beyond the mere human idea of man and wife, it was a bond that bound the pair together beyond the stretch of time. Heart to heart, and soul to soul.

Taking a deep breath he frowned. the deep breath had been the wrong idea as her sent invaded his nostrils. Her sent was intoxicating, it was fresh and floral, she was springtime and sunshine. Leaning closer he sighed he wasn't quite sure how it happened it was almost like his body had a mind of its own. Pulling back the covers his eyes stayed fixed on the sleeping girl. He was surprised when she didn't move as he settled on to the futon next to her. The girl had no survival instinct, because if she did she would know to get as far away from him as possible.

Moving closer he could feel the heat of her body through his thin barrowed yakata. Kagomes head was slightly bowed with her hair over one shoulder exposing her creamy neck. Leaning forward he pressed a light kiss on the base of her spine his arm wrapping around her waist he pulled her back against his chest. What are you doing? His mind was screaming at him to stop but his body didn't want to listen. Taking a deep breath he buried his nose in her hair. His arm still wrapped around his waist as his hand rested on her flat stomach.

His mind wandered as he laid there. He thought about random things most of them having to do with the ravishing woman resting in his arms. He wondered what it would be like to have an ordinary life. It may have been strange but it was something he had never even considered before. He never thought himself deserving of an ordinary life. He possessed certain skills, and with those skills he had done things, horrible things, things that could not be erased. Things that left a black mark on his soul, but Kagome she was so innocent, so naïve, she gave people her trust without a second thought. She smiled, and laughed, Kagome was a flame in his dark world.

He didn't want to be the cause behind her fading smile, he didn't want to see her eyes darken with the burdens of the world pressing upon her. He didn't want to be the wind that put out her delicate flame. He would die first.

He didn't know when it was he had become so attached to the slumbering girl in his arms. He didn't know what it was about her that endeared her to him. No that wasn't true to think so would be lying to himself. It was in the way she looked at him. When she looked at him he felt like a man. Not a hanyou, not a freak, not a Youkai, a monster, not even human. She saw past it, what she saw he didn't know, but he liked the way it made him feel. When she looked at him he was just a man, and that was what he wanted to be just for her.

What would it be like to have an ordinary life with her? He couldn't picture it he had never been normal. Looking at the people around him they hadn't exactly been normal either. The most normal person her could think of was Hojo and he would die before he was anything like that dolt head.

But if he had a normal life he could picture it. He would come in late from work in the field tired and covered with dirt. Everything would be ok though because he would be coming home to her. She look up as he entered the room and smile for him, they would share a meal and He could go to bed and wake up like this every day with her wrapped securely in his arms.

Their lives from the beginning were never meant to be so simple, but somehow their paths had crossed.

He knew the exact moment she woke up. Her entire body stiffened. And he heard her draw in a deep breath.

Kagome's vision was fuzzy as she tried to unsuccessfully open her eye. Something was off she felt weighted down like she couldn't move but she also felt warm and… safe. As her mind woke up a little more the feeling of panic set in, causing her body to stiffen. Someone was in the bed with her. An arm was clasped around her waist and the warm feeling was that of a body lying rather close to her. Taking a deep breath she tried to figure out the situation Yasha's warm fresh sent invaded her nostrils. She knew he was going to pull away before his hand actually started to move reaching down she wrapped her fingers around his hand holding it in place.

"Please don't let me go." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them but then again he was the one who was laying on the futon with her wasn't he? The day had been so tiring lethargically she turned toward him making sure to slide his hand so it stayed connected with her body. How long had she been sleeping it couldn't have been long seeing as exhaustion still fought to claim her senses.

Yasha was here next to her and as far as she could tell he was ok. Kagome hated crying but it felt like lately she had been doing her fair share of it. Warm tears fell down her cheeks as she tried to regain control she didn't want to cry in front of him.

Yasha hated tears, he hated how he didn't understand. Tears were pointless he had cried when he was younger and they hadn't helped him any. Tears held no magic to made everything better. Tears were weak, and for the weak. He hated them. What's more he hated to see her cry.

"My aren't we a cry baby, you can stop your blubbering nothing will happen to you with me right here." His words didn't come out as harsh as he had intended them too.

"You're such an idiot."

Calling him an idiot she was the one crying like a ninny. Her face buried in the front of his shirt. He could feel her shoulders shaking.

"sssh I'll keep you safe so don't cry."

"you fool you should think about keeping yourself safe"

Tilting his head down he was met with her watery eyes. Tears were flowing freely shining in the dim light. Keep himself safe.

"do you know how worried about you I was?"

The words hit him at full force as he gazed down at her. Sure anyone could say they had been worried about him but looking into her eyes he could see her emotion clearly. An odd feeling pulled at his chest. She had been worried about him. Right now she was crying not because she was scared something was going to happen to her, or because she thought her tears could change anything, but because she was afraid something was going to happen to him.

The feeling was unnerving. When was the last time someone had cried over him? Not since his mother. As he looked down at her his heart sped up hammering against his chest. She tried to hide her face in his shirt once again but he quickly brought his hand around cupping her chin gently he held her face in place. Leaning down he pressed his lips against her cheek before pulling back and kissing the other one. Her moist skin felt soft against his. Tears were supposed to be bitter but he didn't think he had a tasted anything sweeter.

"Kagome…if you were to stay with me." He didn't know what to say what to tell her, tell if he stayed with her it might break her wings. If she stayed with him, if he marked her she would never be free again. So there was only one solution and that was to set her free. Instincts or no instincts he could let her go. He didn't need her and she most certainly didn't need the kind of life he had to offer her.

Kagome paused looking up at Yasha she didn't really know what had gotten into him but he as acting differently. First of all he was holding her kissing away her tears since when had Yasha been so gentle? It was almost like… she remembered how he had acted outside on the porch, in the slave district of Demro. In those last moments she could remember the feel of his arms around her and heat of his breath as his face had descended closer to hers. Panic settled around her. Looking up she saw he was now gazing down at her his intense golden eyes burning with an emotion she hadn't seen in them before.

"Yasha…"

His breath escaped his lips in a hushing sound. "Just let me hold you for a minute ok?"

Her heart constricted at his words. His request was so odd she didn't quite know how to take it. Yasha's hand went from her chin to the back of her head tangling in her slightly damp hair. He pulled her closer to him and she felt the hard planes of his body press against her head resting in the crook of his neck she felt the weight of his chin as it rested on the crown of her head. Closing her eyes she relished the moment, knowing this was his way of trying to say goodbye to her.

"How dare you even think of leaving me."

"How dare I? you always were a silly girl. My life, I do not want it for you it's dangerous."

"I case you haven't noticed all the trouble I get in isn't because I'm with you but rather because someone is after me."

"That's not it I've kept you out of my business but if you stay around it's only a matter of time before you get drawn in."

"tell me."

"I tried to tell you before, I do not want to involve you. We keep going around in circles and I'm….."

Looking up into his eyes she saw it. She saw all the pain all the hurt. She saw the agony Yasha lived with every day. She may not know what his life was exactly like or the things that had happened recently in Obin. She didn't know about his child hood, she didn't know anything about the man in front of her. She had lived a charmed life. Being the Higurashi's daughter had it perks after all. She had lived her life in a gilded cage, she had never experienced the world, but Yasha had. The burdens of life were crushing him, weighing him down in guilt and shame, hurt and anger. She couldn't even understand what made a persons eyes look like the ones before her.

What did you say to someone who looked like this? So she said nothing just continued to look up at him trying to comfort him silently.

"I'm tired…." It had never been something he had ever admitted before. Even to himself, there was no time for him to be tired, he had work to do he had things that wouldn't wait time did not wait.

Reaching up she let her hand rest against the side of his face feeling him lean every so slightly into her touch.

"I'm here…" his eyes darkened at her words and she wondered for a second if she had said the wrong thing. He did look so tired. "you can lean on me, I'll cry for you, I'll make sure your never alone."

It had been so long since he had heard such comforting words, so long since he had let his walls down. Now he could feel them crumbling all around him. Leaving him raw and venerable. He had been lying to himself for so long, telling himself everything would be fine if he could just get through the situation at hand. He had never cared for the future, because he lived in the present. But his future was right here reaching his hand up gently folded Kagome's hand in his.

"I'll try not to break you…" he meant it she could get broken in his world body and soul, but what hurt the most was knowing if she did get broken it would be his fault. His thumb made light circles on the back of her hand still encased in his. She had somehow become everything to him without him even knowing it.

"I'm stronger then I look."

At her words he lost control. Turning her quickly her pulled her back once again against his chest. Smiling at the squeak of surprise, with the smile still on his lips he leaned down his lips pressing against her tender flesh at the base of her spine.

Running his teeth over the tip of his canines he paused for one a brief second before letting then graze against her soft skin. Biting down he felt her tense for a few seconds before melting against him. There's no escape now. He wasn't sure if the thought was for him or for her, in the back of his mind he heard chilling laughter. The sound set him on edge, the beast within liked his choice, liked the taste of her blood. The creature cried for more, more blood more of her. The wicked voice urged him on telling him to claim what was his. Telling him not to stop till she was screaming his name, telling him to ravage and break her, till her will bent to his.

He couldn't say it wasn't something he didn't want at least the ravaging part but he was never going to give into the snide voice pushing him on. To give in now would be dangerous with his control teetering on the edge, and the beast baying for more of her blood. Kagome was his and he wasn't about the share her with that monster. Much to his disappointment and satisfaction he pressed a kiss to the top of her head closing his eyes the exhaustion that had been plaguing him earlier finally pulling him into the sweet abyss of sleep.

Kagome listened as Yasha's breathing slowed down finally evening out. She didn't understand what had just happened, but she knew it was important. Soon they would have to go back to the real world, so she wiggled closer and drifted to sleep safe in the arms of the man she loved.

~*~*~*~*toll village

Kaede hurried toward the door. The rythmic sound of the nock gave her reasurance as it meant the person on the other side was a messenger. The fact that she knew it was a messenger did little to clam her frazzled nerves. Just because she knew the person was on their side and not a soldier doing random checks did little to set her at ease, it was rare for any news to be good news.

Opening the door a young man stood there with dusty dark blonde hair stood. There nodding to the youth she opened the door stepping back slightly for him to enter.

"Good afternoon. I come bringing a message for you." His words were slightly out of breath. Though he fought to have control over his breathing so it didn't seem to labored. It was obvious the boy was nervous in her presence.

"It's ok, calm yourself lad." She was rewarded by a small smile

"I come bearing news from Kein." Reaching into sleeve he pulled out a piece of paper.

Kaede took the delicate paper unfolding it. The message was short and to the point it was only one line in length but she knew it meant trouble.

The grand council requires your presence immediately

The grand council, was stationed in the catacombs of the great city of Kein. She was an honorary member of the council but unlike some of the members she did not reside with in the city walls. If the council actually required her presence then nothing good would come of it. Something had happened, something too important to be written and trusted to correspondence.

"You will accompany me boy, we leave within the hour."

Looking at the paper once more she couldn't help the sinking feeling in her stomach.

~*~*~*~*~ Rinth ruins ~*~*~*

The rain was coming down in sheets around her but she didn't care so much her wind kept her dry for the most part it was the fog that had settled around the old ruins that gave her trouble. Fog refused to be controlled by her and so it settled about her in a thick damp blanket. If she had been human she would have been blind, even with her keen eyes it was hard to make out the large stone shapes looming in the gloom. As she drew closer anticipation seized her, this was her home or what was left of it.

Settling down on the ground she took a step off the large feather she had been using to travel. As her feet touched the ground she felt the familiar hum of power, the gentle winds swirled around her, welcoming the long lost daughter who had finally found her way home. The feeling was so sweet her knees buckled and she fell to the ground. Large tears poured from her eyes catching her by surprise. It had been years since she had cried, this had been her peoples home. It had been a place safe and protected from the outside world, the emperor had found a way to break through the barriers, and he had lead his army up the stone steps of the temple. They had slaughtered everyone she could still hear the cries of the people in her ears.

Her people had not been fighters. They had been peaceful people, among them only she had been trained in the deadly arts. It had been her birthright her blessing and her curse. She had been born into the great house and her mother had been the last see er, and she was to be the next guardian.

The Emperor had descended upon them like a plague. He had wanted to unearth the secrets they protected. In the end all he had gotten had been her.

Curling into a ball she didn't even notice the water seeping into her kimono, she didn't notice the cold. Closing her eyes she was lost in the echoes of the past.

"KAGURA… you get over here right now young lady."

The young girl looked at her mother from her hiding spot. She was enjoying a rare break in her training and she wasn't about to come rushing out only to be put to work. Her mother could find her easily if she wanted but instead chose to wander the gardens looking for her wayward daughter.

Smiling she studied her mother. The woman was tall and graceful, if given the opportunity she could spend hours gazing at her and never get bored. Her mothers skin was fair and blended with her light colored hair. But what Kagura liked the most where her eyes. Her mother had the eyes of a see'er they were light blue in color but the most unique thing about them was she had no pupil.

Kagura looked nothing like her mother or her new little sister who she had no doubt would one day grow up to look exactly like their mother. Instead she had the darker features of her father, with the exception of her eyes. She had the red eyes that spoke of her status. She had the ruby eyes of a guardian like all those who had come before her. The wind was her weapon and her friend.

With a mischievous smile she flicked her wrist creating a little dust devil that would cross her mother's path. As it went across the ground the little tunnel of wind picked up the fallen leaves from the ground swirling them around in a circle. She had expected her mother to smile and laugh at the sight but rather instead she froze in place.

Kagura felt goose bumps rise on her arms. She had seen this happen before something had just happened to trigger her mothers memory. For a moment she had the urge to walk to her mother and tug on her sleeve and ask her exactly what it was she was seeing. But her mother rarely ever revealed what she had seen.

"Kagura…" this time there was desperateness in the voice calling her she could not ignore. Her mother turned to her hiding place as she stepped out quickly closing the distance between them. Looking up she saw a worried expression on her mothers face she had never seen before.

"What is it?" She said trying to sound more brave then she felt, the expression made her un easy and she wanted to back away but her mother's hand held her firmly in place.

"There's no time to talk now they are coming. Hurry." Without another word her mother turned on her heal one of her hands still clamped tightly down on Kaguras arm pulling her along.

Kagura had never been frightened before. She never really had a reason to. But she felt it. Right before the screams started. The barrier that protected their home had been shattered. They ran up the steps they were met at the top by her father who held her little sister in his arms.

"It's happening…" at her mothers words she saw her fathers expression change, as he quickly pressed her sister into her mothers waiting arms. He then kissed her before turning and wrapping Kagura tightly in his arms.

"You do everything your mother tells you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes…" she watched him go running down the steps toward the small cluster of houses that surrounded the temple. If she had known it would have been the last time she saw him alive she would have told him she loved him. As it was she didn't have time to take in the full extent of the situation her mother was pulling her threw the rooms till they came to a halt in front of the grand doors of the great hall.

She had never been allowed to enter the hall it had been forbidden. Now she had trouble taking it all in. There were four different coats of old armor along on wall her mother went to one yanking something out place before returning to her and pressing a large fan into her delicate hands. She had practiced moving the wind with a fan before but this one sung with power so strong it made her fingers itch. She wanted to drop it.

"This is meant to be yours. I don't have time to explain. I was hoping to have more time with you…I should have realized sooner."

Kagura looked franticly around. The sounds of screams were closer now and she knew who ever it was had reached the outer steps. Her mom walked to the doors pulling a bar down across them. Even to Kagura the wooden bar looked flimsy. She herself could easily make it threw those doors. Why where they here they needed to run they needed to hide. When her Mother turned back to her, her face was clam. With her usual grace her mother practically floated across the room.

"I'm sorry I miss judged things I thought I would have more time. I thought you could enjoy your life a little more." Kagura was tall for her age reaching almost to her mothers shoulders but as her mother folded her into a careful hug so as not to crush her sister she had never felt so small. As they pulled apart her mother stooped slightly so their eyes were level.

"Honey I'm sorry you have such a burden to bear. You are the last in a long line of guardians. You were born for this moment. Just remember of all the guardians who waited yours will be the eyes to behold the Shikon in the flesh."

"But…" her mother spoke like she had a great destiny waiting before her but she wasn't so sure. Her entire life her roll as a servant to the jewel had been drilled into her. For as long as she could remember she had been told one day she would be called to stand and fight to protect the secret that was the jewel. She had been told evil men and woman transpired to possess the Shikon and it was her duty to see it never fell into their hand.

Her training, the old stories it had always felt like a fun game she played with her father and mother. Now reality was crashing down around her and she didn't know if when push came to shove if she would be able to handle it.

"Oh my little girl your way stronger then you think you are. Now come with me."

Following her mother they stopped next to a large table in the enter of the room. Sunlight shown down in a shaft from the window in the ceiling directly above them. Looking up she could see the blue sky and the clouds drifting by, how she envied those clouds. Looking down she saw a mirror. Though she had never seen it before she knew perfectly well what it was. The black mirror.

"Hold onto me. Or you wont be able to see." Reaching up touched her mothers shoulder looking down into the mirror. As her mothers free hand touched the surface of the mirror it rippled like it was made of water, when the ripples dispersed she saw a dark haired man walking the halls surrounded by the dead bodies of the in habitants of the temple.

"You will soon meat this man in person he must not be allowed to make use of the jewel. Kagura you must protect our secret you must do what you were born to do. Do not be broken, he will capture you there is no avoiding it. If we run now you will die. If you cower you will die. Show no weakness but watch and wait, and when the sign comes you will know. One day you will return here, and when you do the echoes of the past will be waiting to guide you to the future."

Kagura didn't know when her mother had stopped speaking or when their surroundings had gotten so quite. It was only the shattering of glass that broke her out of her trance. The black mirror, it had broken.

Looking around she became aware of the sounds outside the door. Her mother pushed her back against the wall. Holding on to her hand she looked around her moms tense form seeing the wood give away and people charge into the hall.

In front was the man from the mirror, he looked even more daunting in person. He was tall and imposing with long black hair framing a pale face. Although he was still across the room she could feel his vile presence pressing around her. When his eyes landed on her she felt her blood freeze.

There was no kindness in those eyes. To his right was another man who looked just as ruthless. He was tall with long flowing silver hair and piercing golden eyes. Looking at the two of them she knew there would be no escape.

"All the way to the center of the temple and this was all it had to show? For a place so heavily protected I expected more. Kill them." With a nod people from either side of him advanced on them.

Time was a funny thing it was both fast and slow before she could blink the men had closed the distance. Warmness spread across her face and she felt her mother pull away even as she tried to hold on tightly she felt her mothers hand slip from hers. Crying filled the air and she looked down and saw her sister laying on the floor next to her mothers body still nestled in the crook of her arm.

Looking up she saw the blade descending upon her. Her eyes glowing she remembered the fan still in her hand, Swinging it in a side sweeping motion the room was filled with a chilled wind. Some of the men in the room covered their faces as the harsh wind tore at their skin. Only the dark haired man and the pale haired man appeared to be unaffected. She could hear screams again this time though the screeches of pain made her smile.

Turning the fan she watched as the bodies of the fallen men began to rise stalking toward the two men. Then everything went dark.

"Wake up. You should feel privileged not many have been given the honor of talking to the Emperor after they have engaged him in battle." The golden eyed man said leaning over her. Sitting up quickly she was disgusted when her hands made contact with a thick liquid and started to slip out from under her. Scrambling her back hit the wall.

Narrowing her eyes she went to flick her wrist but the fan was no longer in her hand. Reaching with her other hand she pulled on of the pins from her hair throwing it in the direction of the dark haired man. Quickly reaching for another pin she felt a large hand close around her slim wrist.

Trying to pull away it was obvious the silver haired man was stronger then her. Still as long as she had control of her fingers she would give the men a run for their money. Twisting the her fingers she felt the wind around them pick up.

The next sound she heard was the sound of her bones crackling. A sharp pain shot up her arm and she knew her wrist was broken.

"Show some respect I could kill you right now." Her eyes shifted to look at the silver haired man. He was beautiful in a dangerous way his pale skin marred by magenta lines on his cheeks. He tightened his grip and she felt his claws dig into her flesh. Her eyes meeting his she dared him to do more her mothers voice echoing in her mind. If you cower you will die. Opening her mouth she didn't get an opportunity to say anything as the other man was now next to her. His hand clasped on her chin tuning it from side to side.

Show no weakness. Meeting the mans eyes she did her best not to show any fear instead she pumped all of her anger into her gaze.

"Were you looking for this." Out of the corner of her eye she saw her fan in the mans hand but she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. With her un broken hand she drew her fingers into a fist as the biting wind picked up in the room and the fallen men's weapons flew toward them in the air. Instantly her wrist was released and there was a clanking sound as the silver haired man knocked the projectiles from the air.

"Why don't you go ahead and break the other one."

"You are a feisty one and you're still a child. You're going to be magnificent when you grow up and you're going to be mine." Hearing the snap she didn't even flinch at the pain as her other wrist was broken this time by the dark haired man. Leaning forward she spit at his face but he only seamed to take pleasure in her disobedience.

"Oh yes you will be mine but fist I have to clip my little birds wings." The pain was different this time. Her breath quickened as she felt his fingers tear at the flesh of her chest, this time she screamed.

Kagura's eyes snapped open her hand going to her chest, she tried to calm her breathing but her body wouldn't listen to her as fine tremors seized her. In the rain she wept for all she had lost.

Ok that is all for now tell me what you think. Finally some more action, and some fluffyness. Things should pick up from here.