Bound by Privilege

This story is not for profit. It is purely fanfiction. I don't claim any ownership of the manga or anime Inuyasha, the original story, or the characters within created by Rumiko Takahashi.

Chapter 1

In a society of exceptions, where humans and demons coexist, two lives have never seemed so different. She's a wealthy, human, pop diva whose star remains on the rise, and he's a homeless, rogue, demon fighting against societal norms and attempting to maintain his freedom. So, when the two paths cross what could they possibly have to offer each other? A/N: Sesshoumaru and Rin's backgrounds and some characteristics have been swapped in this story so they will seem OOC but it's not excessive on Sesshoumaru's part.

The screams of the crowd could be heard clearly outside of the packed stadium. Lights flashed and stayed lit on phones raised to take pictures or videos, capturing the moment when she would arrive on stage. The opening acts were coming to a close and the crowd was getting impatient. She was prepared to let them wait despite chanting her name to come to the stage and give them the show that some had paid their last to see. She batted the makeup artist away. She hated it when they applied too much blush. It made her look like a clown and the tabloids would have a field day. The false eyelashes weighed heavy on her lids but she would endure them. Her hairstylist had under-curled her dark strands pulled up into a ponytail again and she'd glared at her until she began to fix it. She swiped through her social media account and took two more selfies, a peace sign and a blown kiss. The stylist passed a glance to her colleague as Luna began to complain about her hair again. There was no way that she would go on stage unless she was absolutely perfect.

Luna looked herself over in the mirror the stylist held up in shaky hands. She looked her stage outfit over. The red bodice was fitted with tiny diamonds that would catch the light and make her shine like a goddess. Heeled boots gave her height and were fit to match her outfit. She nodded and waved the mirror away with her approval. Satisfied that she was ready she left the room, the stylists sighing and relaxing with her exit as the other half of the diva's anxiety-filled team fell in behind her. Only the stage manager seemed brave enough to approach her with a silver microphone and provide the most minimal instruction before she began to glare at him. With two quick strides, she stood on the platform to lift her onto the stage. She was sure that the crowd was losing their minds, fans screaming and crying in an effort to get close enough to touch her. She smirked and they became wilder, more vicious for the sound of her voice to echo over them as she stood in command reveling in her thirsty fans. Her stage name became a cult-like chant as she paced the stage slowly scanning them over to make sure every seat was filled, every fan standing, no voice unheard in the sea of devotees. She requested for them to be louder simply raising a hand and tipping her fingers up to the air. She paced back to the other side of the stage commanding it with her presence alone. Six years had changed everything she knew going from an eighteen-year-old opening act to a twenty-six-year-old commanding pop diva.

They weren't loud enough. Her band and dancers awaited her signal. Her stage name rose to the top of the fans' voices.

"Luna! Luna! Luna!"

The excitement rose as a single note burst forward from her vocals effectively silencing the crowd only for them to burst into screams again as she ended the note, making her fans wait the seconds for her band to play and bring a whole new life to the stadium. She kept the crowd on their feet screaming for more as the notes flowed from her vocals and her dancers struggled to keep up. They would only take their breath when she sauntered off stage on six different occasions to change her outfit. Every change brought new life and new songs to the stage giving her fans the exhilarating performance that they desired. She killed every note of the songs her fans died for more of her sultry mixes off her most recent album Perfect Poison. She'd performed her favorites of Stay Focused, Touch It, Woman in Charge, Miss Success, H20, Every Single Time, Perfect Poison, In My Bed, and Fragile. Even when the show was done, the confetti and balloons dropping to the ground, they wanted more. Taking a few breaths she smirked at the crowd again, blowing kisses and waving. She'd brought another city to its knees before her. Exiting the stage she tossed the microphone to the stage manager as he congratulated her on another show.

"The mic was ridiculous tonight."

"I'm sorry Luna. It won't happen again."

"That's what you said two shows ago."

"Never again."

"Meika my hair fell again during the performance. What the hell was that about? This ponytail, half up and half down thing isn't working."

"But you said…"

"I don't care what I said, it shouldn't have fallen. I don't know why I haven't fired you already."

"It just needs a little more hairspray next time. I was trying to add more curl…"

Luna's glare fell on the woman before she called to her assistant.

"Jaken..."

"Yes, my lady. Right away." Her assistant scampered over to Meika to hurry her out of Luna's path as the young diva pulled off the jewelry and tossed it to the stylist uncaring of whether or not she had to pick it up off the ground as a result of completely missing it.

"Jaken, is my car ready? I'm tired. I want to go back to my suite. You'll have to bring the outfit to her later for cleaning."

"Ah, yes. Oh, my lady wait! Han isn't out there yet."

"Well, where is he? He's the bodyguard. I'm paying him to guard this body. What do I even pay you people for?"

"I'll get him. I'll get him."

"..."

Luna gave her nails a once over before she waved the thought of waiting for Han away. She was ready to get out of this building, out of these clothes, into a shower, and into the comfort of a bed before having to wake right back up and travel to the next city just to do it all over again.

Luna made her way toward the backdoor where the driver awaited her, but between that door and her car would most likely be a slew of hungry fans and paparazzi waiting for her to emerge. They always tried to keep the exit secret but the most determined usually figured it out.

"You weren't thinking of going out there without me were you?"

Luna glanced at Han. He was a burly, muscular, dense fellow who certainly could have been mistaken for the Great Wall of China. He had the personality of a tank. All brawn and no brains.

"Let's go."

Luna lowered the sunglasses over her eyes and tilted her head away from the direction of the flashes of cameras if that was possible. Han kept one hand around her and she decided he looked like an American football player attempting to use a stiff arm against her fans and the paparazzi alike. They'd made it halfway to the car before she felt a pair of hands clutch her arm. Surprised she pulled back and attempted to back herself against Han. The sleeve of the dress ripped from the shoulder down to the wrist. The thin material would be irreparable. She could still see the young woman attempting to grab her. Luna could feel the anger building noticing the purple eyes of the girl. She wasn't human. The girl's continued attempts and lack of remorse seemed to only make the situation worse. Luna pushed back, forcefully removing the girl's hand from her arm making it clear that she shouldn't even be there. Luna could feel Han trying to pull her along as she attempted to further berate the girl and any of the fans and paparazzi who didn't know how to take a hint that the show was over and she wanted to leave. No, she would not sign another autograph or pose for another selfie with a fan. She felt herself pushed into the car, the door closing behind her.

"Miss, are you alright?"

"Just drive!"

Luna leaned against the window, not even wanting to examine her arm. She could feel the scratch but it wasn't deep. She'd lost count of how many cities looked the same on these nights. The endless workers and residents in the skyscrapers, the pedestrians waiting with the street lights, nightlife clubbers, the owls that never slept, and the homeless, they'd never know this life. Success had become her. A girl born by the name of Rin only to become Luna to everyone around her. She leaned her head back against the seat letting the incident drop with her last thought of the girl's eyes that seemed so desperate to touch what she could never have.

"How pathetic."

A.N. Greetings everyone! It's been years but I'm still here. I thought that my writing days for these characters were over but I was hit by nostalgia when I found out about Yashahime. I binged the first season and followed the second as it was released. It brought about some light during my time working in health care during the Covid outbreak and after the loss of some loved ones. It's certainly brought back happy memories and for the moment, I just want to dwell there again! Happy reading!