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      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
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  Fandom:
      InuYasha_-_A_Feudal_Fairy_Tale
  Relationship:
      Higurashi_Kagome/Sesshoumaru, Izayoi/Inu_no_Taishou
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      Izayoi_(InuYasha), Higurashi_Kagome, InuYasha_(InuYasha), Sesshoumaru_
      (InuYasha)
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      Alternate_Universe, Slow_Build, Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, Dark
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      Published: 2014-06-03 Updated: 2014-08-05 Chapters: 5/? Words: 38426
****** Pseudo Courtesan ******
by Aikosan28
Summary
     An innocent girl, not yet a woman, is destine to become a courtesan
     of a future Daimyo, or so someone believes. Without a man showing
     affection and attention, is she really anything at all? Does she
     deserve the attention and title the Daimyo's court is giving her? Her
     false reputation of catching the cold lord's eyes is questioned...who
     can she turn to?
Notes
     Chapter 1
     Warnings: This story will contain strong language and adult themes.
     Please heed the MA warning!
     A/N: I did some research on the topic of 'Geisha', and of course not
     everything is 100%, so don't hold me accountable. I am throwing my
     own twist in this. The Geisha scene isn't nearly as huge as the
     entire storyline. Concubines and Geisha are different with the simple
     fact that usually Geisha didn't perform sexual favors. They were paid
     for their skills and performances. However, some did perform favors,
     depending on money and how much was being offered. Who is going to
     say 'no' to a Daimyo if he is offering up a good amount of money?
     Please keep an open mind, this is an A/U. I hope you enjoy!
     Okiya: Geisha house
     Maiko:Apprentice Geisha's
     Oka-san: The owner; means “mother”
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
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Incense burned, bombarding the senses and almost burned the eyes. It was thick,
too thick. The pipe wasn't helping her cause either. A plump customer sat
directly in front of a finely dressed lady, lighting the fresh tobacco he had
just stuffed into the end. Careful not to sneer at him she turned her head
away, causing the charms in her hair to jungle upon moving her slender neck.
The small table, which could comfortably seat four people, was covered with a
fine silk cloth, and offered delectable treats. This favor was offered to
anyone with the right coin and especially for their finest guests who made
trips for a night worth while. The small black haired woman leaned forward,
carefully pouring a small cup of warm sake. Her painted eyebrow rose ever so
slightly as she inspected a prospective client. Her lush lashes batted softly,
allowing her ruby red lips to quirk up in a soft grin. She lowered the
intricately painted decanter back down upon the table top. Her arms lowered,
rest upon her lap.
The man puffed upon his pipe, raising a bushy eyebrow and tossing her a bag of
coin. The man leaned in taking the small cup of sake between his thick fingers
and began to sip. His hazy dark eyes slithered over her expensively dressed
figure.
“What am I to do with this? How many times do I have to tell you I will not
change my mind.” Kamiko drummed her finger tips upon her lap lightly, arching
her perfectly shaped brows. She was insulted. This was a well-known Okiya. Many
of her ladies were held in high regard to their Damiyo. To pay this little for
a silly child was absolutely ludicrous. Especially what this man wanted out of
he deal. Even if she was desperate, she just couldn't accept.
“Count it,” The high ranking advisor grinned, flashing her his browned, crooked
teeth.
Pursing her lips, Kamiko leaned forward and pulled lightly on the strings. Her
index finger guided the coins from the bag's opening and upon the silken table
cloth, mouthing each number she counted, “It is the same as last time,” Her
frown returned. She was not at all interested in what this man wanted. Her
girls needed proper training, continued training. The youngest ones were no
where near as seasoned as the rest. They would need more time, either that or
more coin would be required before the girl went anywhere with him. Her girls
weren't considered full geisha until they were at least properly trained and
had their Mizuage. Many of them were 17 or 18 when she finally allowed them the
title because of her strict rules. Both of them wouldn't be there for another 2
years. Two years of extensive training. What this crusty old man wanted to pay
for the girl's virginity wasn't worth it to her. She could save her for an
Emperor's son, or a Daimyo, in which would be willing to pay money, good money
for the girls virginity. Geisha's usually didn't get paid for their sexual
favors, but for their performances. Not saying it didn't happen. More and more
of the men in the surrounding areas wished other favors, but only when the
right amount was offered. This was no whore house. She would not receive that
reputation. It would have to be hushed.
“I will triple it.” Jiro's lips wrapped around the end of the pipe, narrowing
his eyes and grinning that sadistic grin she knew all too well.
Her glossy black eyes snapped up, narrowing ever so slightly.
Business hasn't been the best. She had taken on four seasoned women and two new
girls, hoping it would build business. It seemed consistent, but not like it
had been before the war. It had been a long time since the Damiyo himself paid
for the girl's silks, make-up and jewelry. He had been too busy making war.
“She is a child, why not visit a whore house? They know how to handle a man,
such as yourself.” Her hand slipped out of her sleeve, regarding him the only
way she knew how. Kamiko held back a grimace. Her wide eyes shifted to the
round belly, threatening to bust the seams of his fancy attire.
“Lady Kamiko, you know my tastes. I like my things expensive, and clean. The
whores here are dirty, and ill managed. She may be young, but the younger ones
are full of life, spunk. Not to mention, the girl is a virgin. I like them
deliciously...tight.” He began to chuckle, rubbing his belly. This man was
enjoying the fact that he was, indeed, getting under her skin. Offering him a
smile, Kamiko opened her dainty palm and extended it.
“I must see the coin. One's innocents can be bought, only if you provide a
decent amount of coin.”
His smile faded quickly, “You will see your coin once I get to see my prize. I
have heard how you treat the new girls you bring in here. Will there be bruises
on the backs of her legs, hands? I want to see you haven't ruined her.”
Kamiko threw back her head, letting out a shrill chuckle, “I don't think she to
worry about me at this moment, Jiro-sama, but a man who could be her father and
wishing to take her innocence. I think she has to worry about you ruining her.”
Her black eyes twinkled in delight, knowing he didn't like to be openly
disrespected.
“And I shall enjoy every moment, send me the wench.” He waved his hand, “And
while your are at it, get me better sake. I know you are giving me your
cheapest. Do not make me angry, Kamiko. You know I am well respected by my
Damiyo. I could have this place shut down.” He snapped his fingers.
Kamiko bowed, moving her index finger in the direction of a female form
kneeling on the floor just behind her. The girl stood and exited, going to
retrieve the young girl. It didn't take long for another decanter of the
house's finest sake to come into view. She rounded the small table and poured
him a fresh cup. In the back of the room a small girl, no more than sixteen
stood in a brightly colored robe. Her arms were tightly wrapped around herself.
Her brunette locks flowed in a cascading waterfall over her shoulders.
Jiro placed the cup to his lips grinning as he noticed her small figure. He
snapped his fingers. Kamiko closed her eyes, lowering her head. She began
feeling sorry for the young girl. She supposed they all had to get a taste for
the life of a Geisha sooner rather than later, or so her brain rationalized. It
was the attention of men they sought after. Doing as she was told, she stepped
forward. There hadn't been time to put on socks. Her cheeks instantly flushed.
It was insulting to be caught without socks.
The brunette crept forward and paused as she finally reached the candle light.
It illuminated her soft features. Yes, she was young. She had a thin frame,
long legs and a beautiful face, porcelain in color. As the man observed his
'prize', Kagome looked down at her naked toes and curled them in. She was
roughly woken up and hoisted down here, without even a thought.
“Look at me,” The man cleared his throat and licked his lips unconsciously.
Kagome sucked in a soft breath and slowly lifted her chin. Her ocean blue eyes
hesitantly met his black gaze. He leaned back, placing both hands upon his
chubby knees. The young Maiko felt like she was about to jump out of her skin.
“She has blue eyes,” He chuckled, “That is the feature I remembered the most.”
Kagome's lips parted ever so slightly as he waved her closer, “Come closer,
girl.” She knelt before them, not being able to help the fact that she felt
terribly naked. Her hair was loose instead of combed and braided. Her hair was
always done up and adorned with a beautiful floral combs. Her lips were dull,
yet soft even without the rouge, which would normally be applied to her lips.
The young girl pressed her small hands in her lap, shifting her blue eyes
across the table.
Why was she here? She hadn't even been here a couple months, yet it seemed she
could do no right. What had she done this time?
“Kagome, this is Jiro-sama. He wishes...to get to know you better.” Kamiko
leaned in carefully and placed her palm upon the table top. The woman was
speaking unusually soft to her.
“Yes, Oka-san,” She replied, just above a whisper. Her curious blue eyes lifted
once again to get a better look at this large man who sat directly beside her.
His chubby fingers extended and gripped at his knees as he allowed his hazy
black eyes to skim over the soft rounded area's of her body. He had wrinkles
under his eyes and the terribly trimmed goatee around his mouth was
unappealing. Kagome swallowed hard and turned her eyes away, unable to bare
much more of him. After getting a look at his crooked, brown teeth as he
grinned at her, she couldn't possibly stomach the idea of how and why she was
sitting here with them.
Her blue eyes almost pleaded with the lady, desperately trying to figure out
why she had to spend any amount of time with a man as revolting as him. What
was so special about this man? Of course, without her even having to ask, “He
is one of the advisors to our Daimyo, an elder if you well.” With that Kamiko
tilted her head softly in the direction of the sake.
Kagome wiped her hands on her robe, without anyone noticing and reached a shaky
hand toward the sake. Gripping the neck of the decanter, she carefully filled
his cup once again. From the looks of it, the man had already had one too many.
She could tell by the redness in his plump cheeks.
“She is a lovely creature, even when she isn't fixed up in normal attire. I
would like to take a look at what hides under that robe,” He slipped a hand
under the table and traced a finger up and under the the flimsy material,
stroking her the skin upon her knee. Kagome nearly dropped the decanter of
sake. Fumbling with it, she placed it back down and reached under the table,
shoving his hand from her body. Kamiko made a rude noise, displeased with this
action taking place right before her eyes. Clearly the man had too much sake.
The man frowned deeply, “If I am to pay you triple to bed her, she had better
seem a bit more willing.”
Kamiko narrowed her eyes once again and held her head high, “An innocent will
normally act as she does, Jiro-sama, which is why I insist you pick...”
Jiro grumbled, “I already made up my mind. I will not argue. I will have this
girl. The deed shall be done.” He placed a clenched fist upon the table up.
“Very well,” Her oka-san replied.
Kagome felt her heart sink. Without thinking, she dropped her eyes. Instantly
the young girl started feeling slightly light headed. Did she just say that she
would be giving her...innocents to this man? Her innocents should be given up
when she felt ready, or that is how she saw it. She wasn't a prostitute. She
was just a 16 year old girl, who knew nothing.
“The coin?” Kamiko asked, placing the dirty, yet gold, pieces laying upon the
silken cloth back in its coin pouch.
“I shall get it to you in a few days time. The Daimyo will be making an
appearance when I arrive. He wishes to enjoy the comforts of this Okiya.” He
grinned, patting the table and standing to full height, struggling immensely,
“I expect her to be prepared properly for me when I arrive.”
Lady Kamiko stood following the man out. Kagome simply bowed and turned,
sliding her fingers through her think, long locks. Blinking rapidly, she willed
back tears of horror. This man was the most unattractive creature she had ever
laid eyes on. The thought of being below him as he forced himself inside her
virgin body. It made her want to vomit. The girl could taste the bile rising
from her churning stomach. Soon she was back, watching her pace the floor.
Kagome didn't care, no one was watching except for her Oka-san. The man stayed
well past his welcome.
“Jiro-sama will pay good money for you. I will purchase a beautiful dress for
you. How about a brand new comb? I saw you looking at the one the other day,”
The woman began to smile as she approached her.
Kagome's head snapped up, frowning deeply and very disrespectfully, “A new
dress? For my Virginity? That is what it is worth? For him?”
“He is an important man, Kagome.” Kamiko raised her voice. Her face darkened as
she came up on the girl quickly, “We do as we must during hard times. You are
lucky you have a roof over your head and food in your belly. I took you in,
remember? Your family sold you to me. If anyone else purchased you, you might
be treated worse. You will never go hungry here.”
What about her dignity?
“Off to bed. We have important plans for you, as well as for the other girls.
The Daimyo will be coming and I need the best food and sake prepared, as well
as you girls dressed in your finest.”
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Steam rose from the heated water. Fuji, a daughter of one of the older Geisha's
pursed her lips, allowing her tongue to escape as she concentrated. Leaning
over, her grip tightened upon the pot of water. She began pouring the heated
contents into the small wooden tub, in which the small form of the innocent
maiko. Kagome's dark tendrils draped over her soft shoulders and tickled the
tips of her rose bud nipples.
A short and stout old woman, the mother of Kamiko, entered. Her heavy feet
collided with the wooden floor boards without regard. She stormed around the
wooden tub and began to glare down at the small figure in the tub. Her black
brow raised ever so slightly as she leaned in to get a good look at the girl
that had this Okiya in an uproar. Her whithered lips pursed. Inhaling through
her nose, the old woman crossed her arms over her chest. Kagome lowered her
form deeper in the water, crossing her arms over her chest and pulling her
knees in close.
“She is but a child,” the old woman said in a shrill tone, “Kamiko, have your
lost your mind?” she began to ramble, rubbing the soft wisps of hair from her
face, pointing to the flower petals, “There isn't much that can be done now.
The water must be scented. Jiro is a picky man, he expects his money's worth.
We are expecting a full house. Someone scrub her back, quickly. What are you
all waiting for, lazy girls.” Gripping a towel in her hand the old woman
swatted the thing at anyone who slipped by her.
Petals floated over the surface of the water. Kagome reached out, using her
middle finger to submerge the white and pink petals. The scent of whatever they
were placing in the water was exquisite. Her senses were exploding. Did she
have to get out of this warm, wonderful abyss? A rough hand was upon her back,
scrubbing over the flesh until it was brilliant red. The dark haired girl
winced, leaning forward to grip the edge of the tub for support as the hand
refused to ease up. On second thought...
“Hold still,” The woman spoke sternly, gripping her tiny shoulder and pulling
her back. Her long fingers laced into her hair, massaging soaps and sweet
smelling oils. Kagome shifted her eyes to the slightly ajar door, noticing the
other Geisha. The women who had been doing what she was about to for years. She
knew that not everything was about sexual gratification, but art as well. Her
blue orbs widened taking in their soft painted features and brilliantly crafted
kimonos. A rough shove and her head was bent over. Letting out a breath, it
caused soft ripples across the water's surface. The massaging fingers worked a
trail down the back of her head. Releasing her and without warning a massive
amount of slightly chilled water was poured directly over her head.
She sputtered, brushing the cool streams from her eyes. Her fingers flipped up
the mass of hair covering her eyes. Kagome shifted a surprised expression
toward the stout woman who now sat upon a chair, barked orders and stuffed her
face, “Get her out of there. We must get her prepared like the others. Lighter
make-up, girl. Jiro-sama likes them looking young.”
Kagome was dried and dressed in a colorful kimono. Her hair was dried and
dressed with intricate details high upon her head. Her glossy brunette hair and
pale complexion accented the pink and red kimono, which had accented patterns
of cherry blossoms. Her hair had delicately placed clips and flowers. Tilting
her head forward a lady gripped her chin roughly, and dabbed a brush into black
liquid, painting a soft line over each of her lids accenting them. It seemed to
make her eyes look larger, more expressive. Wanting to reach up to brush away
some of the red rouge from her cheek, Kagome lifted a hand. The woman swore at
her, slapping her hand away. Frowning deeply she looked away, placing her
trembling hands against her bouncing thighs.
“You must always smile. Never frown.”
“What if I am not happy?” Kagome asked, lifting those mesmerizing blue eyes to
meet the dark stare of the woman applying her make-up.
“You are to be a Geisha. You must learn to hide that, and please your guests.”
Not liking what she heard, the young girl turned her head away and sighed
softly. Her mind was racing. Did he plan on having her all night? Would he be
quick? She had heard stories of women bleeding terribly from being forced to
lay with a man, especially if it was their first time. She was shocked no one
had tried to coach her on this particular topic. She honestly didn't know how
she could possibly be satisfying to that terrible man. The very thought of
laying with him made her skin crawl. She shuttered almost instantly and placed
a hand to her lips. The woman before her held back her brush and watched her
carefully.
“You must relax. You are beginning to look sickly, and it isn't because of the
make up, child.” She forced Kagome to stand, allowing her to walk a bit before
sitting her back down to finish the make-up. She looked stunning. There was no
doubt about it. If it was any other night she would have been pleased to get
this pampered. Unfortunately, she felt like she was going to her own funeral.
“You will serve the food and sake, that is until Jiro-sama desires to have your
company in private. Do not speak, unless spoken to, be delicate. I know you
haven't had proper training, but look at it as a test. Observe your mentor. You
will see first hand the duties of the ladies here at this Okiya. The only
reason you will be participating this evening is because Jiro-sama wills it.”
She said, brushing a stray strand of her silky hair into place and looking her
directly in the eyes.
Kagome's lips parted, “This is disgraceful. I wish to be a Geisha, not a
concubine.”
“You will be no concubine. I know it isn't the proper way. Usually a Maiko
receives training with the incorporation of the Mizuage. That is how you should
have it, yet yours seems to be a little induced.” The woman before her shook
her head. Unable to look upon her any longer. Would she be allowed to become a
Geisha? Would this affect her chances of becoming someone important, educated?
Would they take her seriously?
Kagome swallowed hard and stood, slipping on a pair of high set wooden shoes,
stepping lightly to the exit. She had to travel to the main house, “You will be
a fine Maiko tonight. Oka-san wishes you to shadow Mizuki. She will help you,
give you tips.” the older woman placed a hand upon the back of her kimono,
straightening the material and waving Muzuki in their direction. The woman was
a beautiful Geisha. She took precise and dainty steps as she approached the
Maiko. The vibrant flowers and colors of the gardens surrounding the Okiya only
brought out and accentuated their beauty.
Kagome opened her blue eyes wide, bowing her head as the Geisha stepped before
her. The older woman's dark eyes looked her from head to toe. Pursing her dark
lips, Mizuki turned, flipping out her fan and pointing her in the direction of
the main house.
“We will be available to the men when they arrive. The Damiyo is due to arrive
at any time. Follow my lead, I do not wish you to give this Okiya a bad name.”
Her beautiful shaped eyes darkened. Upon entering the room, her eyes darted to
all corners, taking in the beautifully crafted metal lanterns. They glowed a
path way around the room. The sliding doors had brilliantly hand crafted pieces
of art. Colored silk was draped along the walls, tables, and even covered the
door ways. Her oka-san had requested that all of the Geisha house's finest be
brought out for this special night.
Mizuki turned and poked her in the center with her closed fan, trying to bring
the girls attention back to her, “You have seen the Daimyo of this land, yes?”
Kagome's blue orbs focused, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly before
responding, “No, I was not born...”
Mizuki sucked in a breath and rolled her eyes, “Well, our Daimyo is a different
type of man. I shouldn't say man,” With that she grinned like a girl with a
crush, “He is a demon lord.” Her eyes widened, pleased with the reaction she
found in the beautiful orbs of the young girl.
“A demon lord?” Kagome let the syllables roll from her tongue. Tilting her
head, she smiled.
“Yes, usually you would think a Geisha of their background would please him,
but he surprisingly adores the human geisha.” Mizuki puckered her lips
carefully and turning from her, but continuing to speak, “Ever since the war
broke out, our Okiya has been dreadfully boring. The Daimyo and his men usually
visited us many times a week. Oka-san was pleased. We are happy to prove our
worthiness once again, now that the war has calmed some.”
Kagome glanced around Mizuki, noticing she now searched for sake decanters for
the tables. The sliding door of the entry way was opened quickly by a very
young and small Geisha, grinning from ear to ear as she let a massive man in to
the Okiya. Following him were well dressed men, no doubt men of the Damiyo. The
man in front was absolutely mesmerizing. His hair placed high on his head and
tied with a colorful ribbon. A grin formed across his lips, showing up his
brilliantly white canines. He carried two swords on his waist, yet he seemed
calm and collective. Turning his head to get a look at the atmosphere of his
favorite Okiya, his silky white locks cascaded over his shoulder. He was
stunning. He was do doubt the Damiyo.
Mizuki frowned, nudging the girl, “Stop staring, girl. Take this,” she said
handing her the decanter.
“Where is my favorite girls?” The Daimyo grinned, opening his arms as a group
of four Geisha surrounded them all, getting them to their tables.
“Dinner will be served to you if you would like, my lord. It is your favorite,”
One of the girls grinned, kneeing beside him after he dropped in a heap,
“Sake?” She asked, offering him a saucy grin.
“Is that a serious question, woman? My men came here looking forward to the
Sake,” The Damiyo grinned, “Serve them anything they wish, this is a night of
celebration.”
Jiro lowered himself in a spot nearest to the Damiyo, watching him interact
with the women. They were loving it, thriving on it. It had been a long while
since the Damiyo offered these lovely women his attention. Jiro envied the
Damiyo. Because of his handsome features the women of this establishment were
sincere. They almost fought for his attention, the way Geisha do, he supposed.
His old eyes shifted away from his Lord and searched the room until his eyes
fell upon the girl he was going to purchase for the night.
He licked his lips, gripping a rice cake between his fat fingers and pushing it
between his pudgy lips. He smacked his mouth, licking them in the process. He
grinned wolfishly, nodding to Mizuki who was leading the young girl in his
direction. Good, Kamiko didn't forget his words. His wrath would be tremendous
if he didn't get to sink his teeth into this one. The ladies arrived, kneeling
before them and offering to serve those at the table. Jiro leaned in, sliding
his thick finger under the chin of the Maiko. Kagome felt her jaw tense as it
was roughly forced in the direction of the man she had met the night before.
Jiro pursed his lips tightly and grinned.
“You are a lovely flower, a flower ripe for the plucking.” Those thick brows
arched in emphasis.
Mizuki leaned in without anyone seeing and pinched her thigh, “You are too
kind, Jiro-sama.” Please by her response he decided to release her chin to lean
in and whisper into her ear.
“I am looking forward to pealing that lovely kimono from your body, sweet
girl.” He resisted the urge to press a kiss to the sweet smelling skin upon her
neck. Trembles trailed up her spine. Kagome let out a burst of air and turned
her head.
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A pair of eyes observed her reaction, watched his rival dote upon this pretty
little human girl. She was young, fifteen, maybe sixteen. Something he would
expect out of that man. He was the scum of the earth. For years he tried to
tell the Damiyo he was a rat amongst his men. The Damiyo usually ignored him,
relying one other men's opinion. But when the Damiyo listen to that fool over
his own son, it made something animalistic stir in his gut. He was pathetic, a
coward. The man spoke of war, yet ran far from the battle field. He was good at
getting out of anything dangerous.
A clawed finger trailed across the table top, gripping a small cup of sake. His
cold eyes shifted to the contents, pulling the cup to his lips. He swallowed
the liquid. It burned a trail down his throat. Not fazed in the slightest, he
returned his attention to his enemy. Jiro was now pushing a black box in the
Maiko's direction, opening it. Already doting on her, offering her gifts. This
was a girl he wanted in his bed.
Unfortunately for Jiro, tonight the man was not willing to let that happen. He
stood gracefully, adjusting his sword as he moved past a few Geisha's. Their
eyes were wide and curious, watching him move across the floor and toward a
sliding door, which he knew led him directly to their Oka-san. Reaching out he
gripped the door, sliding it open down a few steps.
“My Lord,” A Geisha gasped, nearly dropping the tray, which was carefully being
cradled in her arms, “Is there something I can get you?” Her painted eyes
shifted over her shoulder in the direction of her Oka-san's office, noticing
his line of vision. Shifting his golden eyes down upon her, they floated across
her features as he stepped past her and began to make his way silently down the
hall.
“My lord?” She blinked.
The young lord roughly shoved the sliding door open, Kamiko jumped, placing her
brush back into the ink. Her eyes narrowed.
“Sesshomaru-sama,” A soft grin formed upon her ruby red lips, “I cannot believe
my eyes.”
“You have a young Maiko among the ladies. The one who follows the others like a
lost puppy. She is new?”
Kamiko sputtered and shook her head, “What of the girl? Did she do something to
offend you? She shall be punished...”
Sesshomaru gripped a pouch, “What ever Jiro is paying for her services, I shall
pay you double. I wish a private room. Do not keep my waiting.”
Kamiko didn't know how to respond. She merely stared at the massive amount of
coin, which now lay upon her table. What was she going to say to a Damiyo's
son? Jiro was well below his status. If the fool said anything against his
lord's choice to take the girl, it would raise a few brows. Still silent, she
looked up to see the trailing fabric of the young lord's expensive attire round
the corner. He was gone.
“Fuji,” Kamiko shouted.
A young girl flew around the corner, dropping to her knees before her Oka-san
and whispered a soft greeting before lifting her head. The woman narrowed her
eyes at the girl, “Inform Mizuki that there is a change in plans. It seems the
young son of our Damiyo wishes to have our Maiko serve him in private. Get them
a room, now.” The girl nodded and rushed off.
She ran up the stairs and entered the room, in which the festivities were
happening. Loud shouts sounded all around her. Geisha were giggling, preforming
dances, serving the men sake and food. Their Damiyo was enjoying the company of
three pretty Geisha's and that was the exactly where she needed to go. Fuji
slipped up behind Mizuki and whispered into her ear. Quickly shifting a stunned
eye toward the girl, she opened her painted lips to respond, but then figured
it was best she kept quiet. Without a word, Mizuki nodded. Her eyes slipped
shifted toward the young lord who waited to be given a private room.
“Kagome, come,” She patted the girls thigh, “You have someone who wishes to
meet you.” the young Maiko glanced up at her guide and raised a brow. Jiro
reached in and gripped the girl by the wrist.
“She will be with me this evening. Ask your Oka-san.” He chuckled, tightening
his grip.
“Jiro, I think you are mistaken.” Sesshomaru spoke, with his back turned.
Slowly shifting his stance he began to walk toward the small group. His lord,
Damiyo lifted his golden gaze, pausing in his own conversation to watch the
slight confrontation. An unmistakable flicker of interest was apparent in their
Damiyo's eye.
“The girl is to come with me tonight.” His cold and collective demeanor never
once faltered, “Speak with Kamiko. I am sure she can give you a refund.”
Mizuki stood, which Kagome followed. Her curious eyes shifted to the handsome
demon lord before her. His face was that of a porcelain god; no blemish upon
his perfect flesh. Two identical strips cut across his cheeks and upon his
forehead, causing his demon status to become apparent, was a purple crescent
moon. Her blue gaze searched his face, hoping he would at least look upon her
with those stunning, honey colored eyes. He did not.
Fuji pushed open the sliding door off the side of the room, “A room is already
prepared. This way, my lord.”
Sesshomaru locked is unwavering eyes with Jiro's. The man was angry, which
pleased him greatly. He wouldn't allow him this entertainment, not after
staying back like a coward. When war called, men should follow. They should
follow their Damiyo. This man wasn't a man at all. As much as he wished he
could watch him wallow in self-pity, he turned to follow the girl called
'Fuji'.
Jiro glared, cursing under his breath as he watch the young lord walk off with
his girl trailing behind. The demon lord's son would no doubt have his way with
the pretty maid, steal her precious innocence from her. It belonged to him. He
should have her first.
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Fuji turned and bowed gracefully. Her lightly outlined black eyes shimmered
with curiosity as she opened the sliding door next. Sesshomaru stepped inside,
allowing his golden eyes to survey his surroundings. There was a sleeping mat
upon the floor, as well as a basin of clean, flowered water. Sake sat warm upon
the square table in the middle of the room. A pot of tea, fresh for the
drinking was readily available as well. Kagome slipped in behind him, waiting
for him to take a seat before making any quick movements. Her blue eyes slipped
over his tall form, taking note at the small details of his elaborate attire.
“As you see, the room is ready for your use, my lord. Kagome can assist you
further if need be.” With that Fuji closed the sliding door, allowing them
privacy.
Kagome shifted her eyes from the door toward her lord. His long hair was tied
in two placed, flowing down his back gracefully. He had hair like a woman, lush
and healthy. It was white as snow. If it wouldn't have been viewed as improper,
she would ask to touch it. Opening her lips to speak, the large demon lord
moved to the table, lowering himself to the ground and placing his hands upon
the bare table top. His eyes roamed its surface, lightly placing his sharpened
nails over the intricate details carved into the wood. For a brief moment
Kagome hesitated watching him, completely speechless. He was an enigma. Unable
to respond in anyway she approached as his golden eyes lifted in search of
hers.
She knelt beside him, “Do you prefer sake? Or perhaps tea?” Her blue eyes
twinkled with false happiness in wanting to serve him. Honestly, she wished she
was in the back, working like she did in the beginning. That was until they
decided to make her a Maiko. She was terrified to serve this man. Would he
expect more out of her than the old man?
Sesshomaru lifted a hand. The material floated over his wrist and down his
forearm. Another set of fuchsia markings graced her eyes. They were thicker,
longer than those upon his face. He gripped the tea kettle and poured himself a
cup, without the help of the Maiko.
“You should be grateful I spared you from that man's attention. Of course I
didn't do it to save you from being ravished, if that is what he had in mind.”
Sesshomaru said in a calm, low tone. His eyes stood transfixed upon the
steaming cup. Both hands gripped the the heated teacup, not being too quick to
drink it.
Kagome's eyes slightly widened, “I am truly grateful. I would be happy to serve
you, if it were to please you.” She offered him a smile, keeping a certain
grace about her.
Sesshomaru lifted his eyes from his cup, finding her luminous blue orbs and
holding them in place with his own. A mere look from him caused chills to rush
down the length of this Maiko's spine. He couldn't help but allow a quirk in
his lips. This was, indeed, entertaining. He sucked in a slow breath and
released it, pulling the cup to his lips and taking a drink.
“You are lying. Most human males would believe you. As you can see, I am not a
human male. I can smell the unpalatable, stench of fear coming from you, girl.
No need to lie.” Kagome swallowed hard, gripping her kimono tightly in her
hands, “Have I made you uncomfortable?” What is it these humans usually do to
cope? His eyes landed upon the decanter of sake. With that he gripped a small
sake bowl, placed it in front of her and poured her a full shot of warm sake.
Without a hint except for a nudge by his claw, Kagome took it and swallowed the
entire thing, pursing her lips and trying desperately to hide the cringe.
“My lord,” She spoke up finally, “I do intend to serve you, but I suppose I am
confused as to why we are here with you serving yourself. If you paid coin for
my services, why not accept them?” Kagome hesitantly moved closer, allowing the
side of her thigh to brush his. She tensed upon contact. Honestly, how did the
girls feel comfortable being so open with a man? Especially a man as
unresponsive as this?
Sesshomaru waved a hand, “I don't require anyone's service. You may go about
your business until I leave. Tell them anything you want to save yourself
humiliation.” Kagome looked around the small room, unable to figure out what to
do with herself.
This man paid money, yet she was being ignored. She stood and plopped herself
upon an extended window sill. Kagome curled herself up near the window, pushing
open the sliding doors. Sucking in a breath she glanced over her shoulder,
holding back a glare as she watched the man continue to sit and sip on his tea.
The Sakura tree before the window was in full bloom. The blossoms were soft
floating to the ground each time even the slightest amount of wind caressed
it's limbs.
It felt like hours upon hours. The demon lord didn't move from his spot or
speak the entire time. Kagome, at one point, almost fell asleep. The cool
breeze felt lovely on her face. The weather was becoming a little more
intolerable now that the season was changing. Today it was mild, pleasant.
Movement stirred her from dozing and almost instantly her eyes were open. She
watched as the Demon lord stood and opened the sliding doors leading out to the
garden. He stepped out and surveyed the sky above the sloping roof. Rays of
moon light embraced him as he quietly stood, not minding the wind's rough
treatment of his hair.
Kagome allowed her legs to fall to the ground. She yawned and stretched her
back, taking a steps toward him. Her sleepy blue eyes fell upon his profile.
How could a man be this lovely, yet so boring?
“My lord,” She whispered. Sesshomaru shifted his eyes toward her, answering her
call, which was surprising to say the least, “Tell me something,”
“It depends on what you want to hear,” He quickly responded.
“Why did you pay the coin for me this evening if you did not intend to use my
services? What a wasteful way to spend coin.” Kagome said boldly, “Most men
enjoy a dance with their sake.”
“I am not most men.” Sesshomaru stretched his clawed fingers, yet kept a calm
demeanor.
“I agree with you,” Kagome's brilliantly blue eyes, narrowed slightly. She was
still not satisfied with his answers, “So, tell me why?”
“Jiro is a pathetic human. Someone who shouldn't have rank at all. Someone who
needs to be put in his place from time to time. I took his female for the
night, simple as that.” He answered honestly.
Kagome swallowed hard, yet nodded, “That would mean, he thinks you are not
using me for my proper services, but something else...”
“Let him think that, all the more interesting for me.” Sesshomaru rolled his
shoulders and began to walk toward the entrance, “It is late, my father is
surely drunk. I will take my leave.” Kagome turned and followed after him,
reaching out and gripping his sleeve, allowing her hand to brush his.
Sesshomaru paused instantly, turned his head to face her. His eyes widened ever
so slightly before yanking away from her touch.
“I'm sorry, I just...I just wanted to thank you, my lord. I would also ask, if
I may know your name?” Her eyes were filled with curiosity.
Narrowing those golden orbs, regarding her quickly, “'My lord' is good enough,”
he turned and left her alone. Kagome looked puzzled, looking down at her hand
and pursed her lips. No matter, she would figure it out.
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Kagome was rudely awoken by a plethora of noises coming from the outside of her
door. Her tired eyes slowly opened, prying the sheet from her face. A crash,
then a loud boom and four girls were prying open her door, shoving themselves
through. All of them, including her Oka-san stared down at her sleepy form with
astonishment. Her blue eyes widened as she shot up. Her brunette locks nearly
blinded her from being able to see their faces. Brushing her hair from her
face, Kagome raised a brow.
“What happened, what is going on?”
Kamiko crossed her arms over her chest, “We should be asking you that same
question. It seems the girls are unnerved by what a guest to this Okiya has
delivered me this morning.”
Kagome sputtered, pushing her crazy locks away from her face. She hiked her
sheets up closer to her chest, “I don't understand...”
“What did you do last night?” one bristled.
“Whore,” another spat.
“How could the Damiyo even consider?”
Kagome narrowed her eyes, “I am not a whore. I am innocent. No man has had me,
why would you say such cruel things?”
Mizuki rolled her eyes and toyed with her braid, “I doubt that, little girl.
That is why why he has paid big money to have you brought to the castle? Oka-
san should check the sheets in that room you were servicing his son in. Our
evidence should be their, no doubt.” The woman sneered, looking upon Kagome
with disgust.
“The Damiyo, requests...are you sure? I...I didn't do anything, I swear. The
young lord barely spoke to me.” her hand rose, scratching upon her scalp. She
thought back, trying to figure out if she even spoke to the Damiyo. Maybe a,
hello? It was just a normal hello. Besides, his eyes were on the two Geisha who
were serving him. Kagome dropped her head into her hands.
“Well, nothing can be done now. She is to do with however the Damiyo wishes. I
do not wish to displease him now that he is back in our lands and visiting my
girls.” With that, Kamiko shifted, with her back to the women, “Get her things
packed, someone is going to be sent to fetch her this evening...”
Kagome's blue eyes flipped up.
This evening?
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***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Chapter 2
     Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any of the characters
     associated with the anime/manga.
     Warnings: This is a mature fiction and those under the age of 18
     should tread lightly when reading. It contains language, violence,
     and sexual themes.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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"Look at me, girl."
Swallowing hard, Kagome lifted her blue eyes to look directly into the face of
her lord Daimyo. Those golden eyes pierced her very soul. He was studying her,
trying to figure her out, why? Hesitantly, she glanced to the side allowing her
blue eyes to scan the massive receiving hall, where the Daimyo spoke only to
guests he requested. Her Oka-san had stayed. She thought she had left her.
Honestly, Kagome didn't understand why she felt an odd safeness with her
around. Kamiko had her hand pressed tightly to her mouth, widening her eyes as
she watched the Daimyo during his inspection. Her Oka-san's eyes shifted to
meet hers, nodding her head ever so softly. It was a silent gesture to keep her
eyes where they were told to be.
The Daimyo stroked his clawed thumb across his lower lip, shifting those
mesmerizing eyes back toward an advisor. Kagome noticed Jiro, standing in the
shadows with the other important men of the Daimyo. The large Daimyo spoke, but
Kagome could only see his lips move. A massive dog demon beside him rewarded
the Daimyo with a soft chuckle. He turned his gaze back to the girl. Inutaisho
pushed up from where he was seated. In only a few strides he was directly in
front of her, allowing his eyes to trail over her small form. The demon lord
leaned in and inhaled softly, as he extended his clawed hand forward to caress
over a few strands of her silken hair.
"How old are you, girl?" Inutaisho leaned in, whispering close to her ear.
Kagome opened her mouth to speak, but could not find her words. Trying again,
she cleared her throat and muttered, "Sixteen, my lord. I will be seventeen in
three months."
The Damiyo chuckled softly, releasing her hair and leaning in to look her in
the eye. She was lost in those molten colored orbs, once again, "You are but a
child. This is an interesting development." His massive armored body shifted
upon the heels of his feet, glancing over his shoulder to his men observing
their faces. They were all mostly lost for words, "It is good. She will have
her own chambers. Get her introduced to Lady Izaiyo." the court irrupted in
whispers, which Kagome responded by wrapping her arms around her own waist.
A well-dressed lady approached her, offering her a kind smile. Kagome tucked
her loose locks behind her ear and shuffled forward, bowing in respect to this
unknown woman. The Daimyo watched curiously, speaking in a quiet tone to his
men beside him. Each of them looked her over with interest. She became
uncomfortable with the attention. Lucky for her, Jiro was not welcome in that
discussion, so she didn't have to look upon him directly nor did she have to
feel his unwanted gaze upon her body. She couldn't help but feel like a prized
animal, being discussed and negotiated over. Kamiko was now with the Daimyo
himself; he had her close, a smile on both of their faces. Looking down, the
girl followed the woman not allowing anyone to see the soft tears of
humiliation forming in her eyes.
The only question she wished answered was why was she here? Nothing of
importance had come to mind. Kagome could think of absolutely nothing that
would warrant this war lord's attention. The older woman led her from the main
portion of the fortress, glancing from time to time over her shoulder, making
sure the young girl was following. The former dark haired maiko shifted her
sights from the ground, allowing her eyes the simple pleasure of observing her
surroundings.
The air was chilled as the sun began to set in the horizon. Her hands were
instantly upon her arms. The silk upon her body wasn't good at keeping her
warm. It felt like ice against her skin as the wind blew across her face and
surrounded her soft form. The woman was leading her toward a long house located
within the fortress walls. They were chambers for the women, a specific type of
woman. Her blue eyes lifted to a massive structure leading up to the house.
These wooden archways were intricately crafted, lit with hanging lanterns,
which in turn illuminated the dimming paths scattered across the spanning court
yard. She was captivated by the beauty and depth of this fortress, a fortress
that was built to perfection and was known to house many guests. This was a
fortress well-known for entertainment. Of course, this was before the war had
turned for the worst and their lord was called to duty.
The older lady slipped her shoes off, stepping up upon the wooden plate form
before sliding open a door allowing their entry. Kagome followed suit and
stepped up gracefully, following after the woman as she led her down the great
hallways and into a specific set of rooms. It was a woman of importance that
much she gathered. Her oka-san was a woman of importance, but the trinkets she
was finding in these rooms were worth more than anything Kamiko owned. The lady
knocked upon a sliding door, waiting for a response before entering. Upon
entering she kneeled. Kagome's curious blue gaze fell upon the kneeling lady
and within moments she dropped to her knees. With her hands placed carefully
upon her thighs, she dared to glance up.
"My Lady," The woman spoke softly, "The Daimyo has told me to bring you the
girl in which he spoke to you about." She bowed lower.
Nothing but cascading, silken sheets kept this important woman from the view of
the two kneeling women addressing her. A shadow could be seen walking
gracefully behind the material. With a brush of the female's hand, it was
pushed aside and there stood a human woman. She was young, beautiful. Long
black hair hung to her waist, with an intricately crafted comb above one ear.
Her kimono was expensive, expressing there was something more to her status.
Was she the Daimyo's wife?
Kagome couldn't help but eye the woman. The bright colors of her Kimono created
this intrigued look in her eye. Her boldness was quickly picked up on. She
remembered the geisha speaking about the Daimyo and his choice in women. It
only made sense as to why he kept a human female in such a high standing. The
woman shifted her dark, sparkling eyes in Kagome's direction. A shadow formed
across the ladies features. The brightly flickering candle illuminated only a
portion of her face, not offering her a good view of the expression. Stepping
forward, the woman looked down at the girl, noticing those beautiful blue eyes
watching her with curiosity.
"I see," She finally spoke in the softest voice, "What is your name?"
Her mouth opened and almost instantaneously, Kagome offered her an answer, "My
name is Kagome, my Lady."
Izayoi watched her with interest peaking in those brown eyes. A soft grin
formed on her lips, "You are young. I wonder what the Damiyo has in store for
you." She raised a thin brow, gripping a thick lock of her hair between her
thin fingers and began to pace toward the other end of her chambers. The silk
material floated back into place, leaving them alone. Kagome opened her lips,
glancing in the direction of the older woman who had led her to this 'Lady
Izayoi'.
The woman glanced in her direction and raised a brow, pursing her lips out of
irritation, which told her that this was not a good sign. Clearing her throat,
she stood slowly, cupping her hands near her mid-section and moved toward the
sheer material, which now hid her lady. Her hand pushed through the material,
giving herself entry to the lady's private area of the chamber.
"Lady Izayoi? Have we come at a bad time? We do not mean to offend you, my
Lady, but the Damiyo insisted that we have her brought to you at once." Kagome
stood slowly, allowing the soft material covering her feet to glide across the
floors, masking her steps and keeping quiet purposely. Her curious eyes slipped
over the beaded material of the divider and gripped it tightly in one hand,
peaking in. The lady had a stern look upon her features.
"I am not feeling well," She said, glaring down at the, now kneeling, servant.
The woman who had led her here was now bowing her head several times before
lifted her chin to meet eyes with the Lady.
"I do apologize, I cannot express it enough. Where should I place her, with the
others?" She stressed, opening her hands and offering the soft spoken woman an
apologetic smile.
"No," Izayoi spoke almost instantly, as she brushed a few loose strands of hair
from her face, "She would be eaten alive." To Izayoi that didn't seem so bad,
but the girl looked innocent, scared. It couldn't have been her doing. Placing
a well-manicured nail to her lips she glanced in the direction of a blue eye
spying on them through the dividing material. She straightened her back and
sucked in a soft breath, "Come here, girl."
Kagome gasped and shut the curtain, closing her eyes tightly and cursing under
her breath. Why did she insist on making a fool of herself? She had always so
nosy, too curious for her own good. If she just sat, perhaps moved a bit closer
to the curtain, she could have heard their soft conversation a bit better and
not been seen trying to peek. No, she was seen, and nothing would change that.
"Are you going to make me wait all day?" She drawled, leaning forward and
narrowing those soft brown eyes.
Kagome pushed through, taking small precise steps toward her, gliding straight
for her knees upon entry. Glancing up she offered a forced smile, bowing her
head in respect. The young woman straightened her back even more, if there were
such a thing, and widened her stare. She was observing her yet again. Those
glossy brown eyes skimmed over every curve of her body, comparing the look of
her to her own. She was a threat to her status. No matter what Kagome had done,
it wouldn't change the older woman's mind under she received answers.
"I spoke to my lord prior to your arrival. The Daimyo has insisted you should
be given a room in this wing. I do not understand quite yet, what you are doing
here…" she leaned forward and held up a dainty hand, trying to figure out what
it was she should call the young girl.
"Kagome…my Lady," She replied meekly.
"Kagome," Izayoi said softly, stroking those long and beautiful fingers through
the glossy black hair, cascading down her shoulders.
"My Lady, I assure you, I am still learning that myself."
Izayoi raised a perfectly shaped brow and looked her over, "She is to get
bathed daily, her hair done, combed…" She stroked an index finger across her
jaw line, "She is dress properly. Tell me, do you know how to eat as a proper
lady?" She narrowed her eyes.
Kagome swallowed and nodded, opening her lips to speak, but shut them tightly.
"That is good news. Lord only knows she looks like an ignorant peasant," She
sighed, brushing her fingers across her cheek, "Follow those instructions and
she should fit in. Her beauty will get her far, from what I can see thus far."
Izayoi shifted her emotional eyes away gliding her hand in the direction of the
duo, waving them off. Was that jealousy? Kagome felt her heart sink. She hadn't
meant for any of this to happen. She didn't wish to displease anyone. Lowering
her head, Kagome bowed showing just as much, or most likely more, respect than
the woman who had led her to this woman's rooms initially. She held her bow,
lifting her eyes and holding the woman's eyes, showing emphasis. The woman had
power, she couldn't argue or question her actions, nor did Kagome feel the need
to. She would follow until she knew more of this new 'power', if she could call
it that, ere at the fortress. She knew one thing; she was the fresh meat and
absolutely never did the newest step on the toes of the one with the most
power.
"Come, child," Yanking her by her worn out kimono sleeve, Kagome stood and
followed her out of the lady's chambers.
"I don't really understand what I could have done?" The young girl placed a
hand to her heart, watching a look of irritation wash over the servant's
features.
"Do you realize who you were speaking to?" The lady snapped. She shifted a
sharp glare in her direction, their pace didn't not falter as the older woman
searched frantically.
"No, I realize someone important. You must remember I am new to this region. I
have been here but a few months. She seems…stern and she is a beautiful human
woman."
"Yes, she is. She knows this, but she also sees your youth and beauty. She
doesn't take kindly to rivals. She has been at the fortress since she was a
girl of just fifteen. She is official courtesan of the Daimyo."
"A courtesan…isn't that a pleasure…," The woman paused, spinning upon her heel
and looked her directly in the eye. She held up a finger and shook her head
slowly, placing a finger upon her lips. That look in her eye stopped her
directly in her tracks. Kagome couldn't help but swallow hard. Holding her
hands tightly to her chest, the young girl glanced around; afraid someone would
hoist her away and pry the tongue from her mouth.
"Never…ever…say that," she nearly whispered.
"I meant no…"
"Child, Lady Izaiyo is a high ranking Courtesan. She is not a slave to this
life. That woman has more power than even the first female in our Lord's life."
The older woman shook her head, raising a brow and pursing her lips.
"Yes, I understand," Kagome released a slow breath from her nostrils. Finally,
she relaxed and continued to follow the simmered woman, allowing her mind to
become lost in the beauty in which surrounded the fortress.
"I shall send in your attendant. She will assist you with daily tasks. I know
for a fact that Lady Izayoi will be keeping her eyes on you. The Daimyo will
expect your company, possibly this evening. Lord only knows what caused him to
take on such a lowly Maiko." She began to chuckle, pushing open her chamber
doors, closing the windows and sliding doors and turning down her bed. Glancing
over her shoulder she let her dark eyes skim across her small form, "You are
but a girl. What could a demon war lord do with a child like you? You come from
no sort of money, not like the Lady. It couldn't possibly be because…" her
voice trailed off as she turned and began to mess with her hair in a fussy
manner. She chuckled and shook her head, "Heavens no, not likely."
Kagome merely followed her around the small chambers. She wasn't complaining,
and technically wasn't listening to much that was being said. She was still
shocked she was in a place such as this. Surrounded by fine things, receiving
her own room, getting an attendant? The young girl was nothing but a daughter
of a poor farmer. She was the older of just two children. Once her brother had
been born things changed. It was a curse to be born a girl, or so she believed.
There wouldn't be a fine marriage for her. A son could take over the lands.
That was why she was so easily discarded. She could still remember the tears of
sorrow in her mother's eyes as she was forced away by her father. Her mother
had been broken…
The older attended clapped her hands, capturing her attention. The young girl
jumped. The older woman rewarded her with a glare and pursed her lips, "Girl,
are you listening?"
Kagome turned sharply, staring at her with those large blue eyes, "Yes,"
Crossing her arms, the older woman glared and lowered her chin, "What was I
speaking to you about?"
Kagome opened her lips to speak, but shook her head.
"Child, you are a lost cause." Her hands flew in the air, "I said, you will be
attending dinner with the Daimyo, if he so chooses, which I am sure you figure
out as soon as the attendant arrives. The Daimyo holds her in high respects.
She will be able to answer your questions. " Turning, she gripped the sliding
door, bowed, and tightly closed it.
"Thank you," was all she mumbled in the direction of the now closed door,
raising her own brow, fumbling with her fingers. How could they possibly
believe she would be able to wrap her head around all of this? Did they not
know who they were purchasing from the beginning? She was but a Maiko, a young
sixteen, almost seventeen, year old girl. She lowered herself into the first
chair she came in contact with and dropped her gaze to inspect her pathetic
attire. Her thoughts wandered, thinking of the young lord she had meet just
hours ago, or so it felt. It was just the other night.
So mysterious, so different he was than anyone she had ever met. Kagome hadn't
come across many demons, especially not demons with control of a massive court,
and held vast status over these lands. Many demons she had encountered were
power hungry and blood thirsty. Yes, blood and gore were a few words that
popped into her mind. A young child had been stolen from the village when she
was but a child. The child's body had been torn limb from limb and the bloodied
parts were scattered, unrecognizable. They would slither in without even being
noticed, taking on the form of humans to get their darkest desires. She heard
they would even seduce young girls, force them to bear their young… Though, she
couldn't help but think about the human woman she had just come in contact
with. The young woman, whom was given the title courtesan, was a prime example.
What of her soul? Her father always told stories of villages, entire areas
being taken over by demon lords. Their power was endless, and the fear they
provoked in their human servants was enough to keep them loyal. But, if this
woman was truly unhappy with her situation, why did she show such distain
toward her? She was clearly threatened. Her life couldn't be that bad, right?
Was there such thing as a civil demon?
A knock sounded upon the door and in walked a young woman. Her short stature
was nonthreatening, which gave the former maiko some sense of comfort. Kagome
noticed her curvaceous figure was accented through the colorful kimono that
tightly formed to her body. Bowing to her she smiled, flashing her brilliantly
sharp and pearly white teeth. Her green eyes shimmered with interest as she
took her 'Lady'. The teeth and pointed ears gave her away. She had no distinct
markings on her face, or not that she had seen so far. If she had seen her from
afar, Kagome wouldn't have been able to tell. Her vibrant hair was dark, full
and pulled back. It gave off a hint of red as brilliantly flickering candle
light illuminated across her features.
"You must be Kagome," Her green eyes flashed once again as she approached with
grace, "I am Sora,"
"Hello, Sora," Kagome stood almost abruptly, "I'm sorry, this is…," she was
lost for words.
Sora smiled again, slicing her hand through the air, "I understand," was she
lying? She had heard that most demons didn't have a conscious; that they
weren't able to relate to their kind and that was the reason most were able to
devour them without hesitation.
"I will help ready you for dinner. The Daimyo does wish your presence." With
that she glanced around the freshly cleansed room for the basket she had
earlier. A fresh kimono had been gathered and readied for this occasion.
"I…" Kagome pursed her lips and sat back down, completely in awe with the
kimono pulled from its perfect state of being folded. The brilliant colors and
the vibrant floral pattern had her tongue tied.
"I shall prepare your hair. I do believe you will need to bathe as well. I have
learned that humans tend to give off a strong aroma, no offense. We demons have
sensitive noses, not to mention the Daimyo is very particular. You cannot be
displeasing him your first night, yes?" Sora's emerald eyes flashed with
interest, flaring her nostrils a moment before gliding her curious eyes over
her soft form, "Are there any particular scents that you prefer, Kagome?"
Kagome lifted her blue eyes and held the demon's curious green ones a moment
before answering, "I enjoy fresh scents, maybe even floral. I guess I am not
quite sure. I haven't ever been given the choice before."
Sora's sharp teeth flashed into view once again as a soft smile graced her
lips. She flicked her clawed fingers in the direction of the bath house, "This
way," She said softly, "The bath house isn't far from us."
Both women slipped on their shoes upon exiting. They followed a stone path away
from the spacious chambers, which she figured out by her attendant it was used
to house all the concubines of the Daimyo's men as well as his own. Kagome kept
her eyes to the ground and her hands cupped tightly to her midsection as she
stepped from one stone to another along the path. The moon illuminated its
brilliance across the hilly grounds spanning the fortress' perimeter. There
were different sections, given to his subjects. Each individual house upon the
grounds was rather large, spiking tall into the night sky. The dark colors
painted across the siding of the fortress walls almost hid it. It would be
almost impossible to find at night, that much she was sure of.
Sora helped her get comfortable, assisting her during her bath and even helped
her slip into her kimono. Her hair was pulled tightly up upon her head, and
adorned with the combs she came with. The demoness explained to her that she
would most likely receive more if the Daimyo decided to keep her for himself.
How was it that a Daimyo would want her, especially after no specific contact?
Kagome had never met this man, except for meeting eyes with him once. How could
anyone decide on just one night? He was a handsome Lord, but something… and
then her mind flashed back to the young son of the Daimyo. Even if he wasn't a
young man of many words, he couldn't possibly have been intrigued by her
appearance. She spent more time with him, yet she supposed she would believe
obtaining the Daimyo's attention of his cold son's.
"Sora," Kagome said softly, rubbing her lips together after having rouge
applied softly.
"What is it?" She said, fumbling through the products.
"The Daimyo has a son, right? I met him the other night." She said, "Is he
always so cold?"
"Lord Sesshomaru?" Sora raised a dark brow and observed the girl with her
curious gaze, "You met the young lord?"
Kagome merely nodded, tilting her head to the side. She was that much more
intrigued knowing that it surprised this demoness.
Sora let out a soft sigh, pursing her lips in the process, "He isn't like his
father. Lord Inutaisho is a different breed, or so I have learned. He is
different than many dog demon. He has spirit, and will tell you what he is
thinking. Not to mention, our Daimyo is passionate. Lord Sesshomaru isn't any
of those things. He is cold. He was born all demon, or that is how I could
describe it to you. Lord Sesshomaru doesn't care about anything but proving he
is perfection. He is solely focused on his own personal gain, whereas his
father genuinely cares for all creatures." Sora lifted her green eyes, watching
as Kagome's brows knitted, taking in this information. It made complete sense.
"That explains a lot," Kagome murmured, zone out.
"You met the young Lord, huh?" Sora asked, reaching out to straighten the folds
of the young girl's kimono.
Kagome nodded, smiling softly, "He is a beautiful creature,"
Sora chuckled softly, "Yes, he is quite a lovely specimen. Many of the young
ladies of court fight for his attentions, hoping he will pick one to beget an
heir from. A male child born of either the Daimyo or his son would be instant
statues for the female. It is a respect much earned, but Sesshomaru, like I
have said, isn't anything like his father. I doubt we will see an heir in your
lifetime."
"That is why my presence here confuses me. The only reason why I could be here
is because of the young Lord, not the Daimyo. I only met him in passing, saying
nothing to him. It just doesn't make sense." Kagome reached up to touch her
hair, but was scolded quickly. Sora shook her head and gripped a hand, slipping
jewelry upon her wrist.
"Well, I don't see how that is possible," Sora spoke up, clearing her throat.
Kagome lifted her blue eyes after observing the sparkling piece of jewelry
adorning her wrist.
"The young lord detests humans," She stated blandly.
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The golden eyes of the Daimyo shifted across the table. His jolly expression
proved he was extremely pleased with the results. After a bath, presentable
clothing and just a dab of rouge, the girl was a blossomed flower. The young
girl had always been beautiful in the face, but with a little help from Sora,
her looks cool rival that of a goddess. The Daimyo found it hard to keep his
eyes from her. Izayoi shifted her perfectly painted eyes toward her Lord,
trying to capture his gaze with her own, hoping he would tell her what the
meaning of this was. There was no hope; he was lost in the former Maiko's blue
eyes.
"I am glad your rooms are to your liking," He grinned, flashing his brilliantly
white canines, "Sora, the female you met tonight, is now yours. She will help
you with any task you might need. A lady will be arriving tomorrow to get you
fitted. Lady Izayoi will be sure only the best fabrics are used to construct
your wardrobe." The Daimyo cleared his throat and swiped a clawed finger under
his nose as he pulled a small bowl to his lips, gulping down his warmed sake.
"My lord?" Izayoi narrowed her dark eyes, allowing her soft lips to part, "I am
not quite sure what your goal is here…but…" Her lips tightly shut as the Daimyo
flipped his golden eyes up toward her, tilting his head to the side. He
silenced her without even making a sound.
The Daimyo placed both hands upon the table top, shifting his calculating eyes
toward the closed door. His golden orbs met the serious stare of one of his men
who was standing guard. Again, a wordless conversation took place and with a
simple nod the man disappeared from his sight. They were in search of
something, someone.
Dinner was placed before them within minutes. The smell had her stomach lurched
with a terrible need to fill its emptiness. No one made a move to fill a plate.
Kagome glanced up and noticed a darkness floating across the demon lord's
features, telling her there was something bothering him. The spot just across
from her was empty. Was the young lord expected to show? The sliding door
opened slowly and in stepped the silver haired lord, in which had been on her
mind. His hair was tight upon his head and cascaded down the length of his
back. His eyes were cool and collective, gazing toward the table in which sat
the small group who hadn't begun because they, no, the Daimyo had been waiting
for his fashionably late son.
"You are late," The Daimyo nearly barked, gritting his teeth. Those happy eyes
turned deadly. He was not at all pleased with his son.
"The west never sleeps, you know this. I know you fully understand my duty. I
will not quickly make my rounds near our boarders in order to make dinner on
time. There is time for play later." Sesshomaru said, taking a step toward the
table and gracefully dropping to the ground. His arm draped casually over his
knee as he took a small bowl of sake, hesitating for a moment, and then downing
it just has his own father had done just moments before.
"You damn well know there are others who can step in for you, do not try to
explain your late entry. I am in no mood to deal with your attitude." His
father barked in a commanding tone.
The young lord glanced up and across the table, narrowing his eyes slightly as
he took notice of the familiar young woman. His lips parted as he sucked in a
calm breath, shifting his eyes toward his father before pouring himself another
cup of sake.
"What is the meaning of this?" Lord Sesshomaru asked, allowing his eyes to
slide up once again to meet the soft blue eyes, in which were rising to watch
him.
"Eat, the food will get cold," Inutaisho said, placing both hands upon his
knees and straightening his back. The lord's massive hands went for the
chopsticks, gripping them and taking a piece of steaming fish between the
pointes, placing it into his awaiting mouth. It was cooked to perfection, as
always. The demon grunted out to show his satisfaction. Licking his lips,
Inutaisho turned his eyes back toward his son who was sitting, stiff as a board
and watching his every move.
"I will eat once I get some answers." Sesshomaru shot back once their eyes met.
An electric charge could almost be felt as their eyes met. Both females seated
around them moved, anticipating an issue if one didn't start talking or
listening. Kagome leaned forward, taking her chopsticks and began to serve the
Daimyo, scooping rice upon a plate for him.
"My lord," She spoke in a soft voice.
The Daimyo's eyes softened hearing her tiny voice from the side. He glanced in
her direction and observed the way her soft hands worked to get him served.
Clearing his throat and licking his sharp canines he let out a slow breath,
"Yes?"
"I cannot help but wonder what this is all about. I…I don't mean any disrespect
of course." Kagome smiled softly, shifting her curious eyes toward the Daimyo's
son who hard his hard eyes on her the whole time. His mouth didn't twitch once.
Was he still breathing? Kagome could have sworn she hadn't seen him blink the
entire time. Prying her eyes away she waited, hoping the Daimyo would provide
some answers?
"I have been pleased with you, my son." The Damiyo shifted upon the floor,
digging in to the white rice, not once glancing up to prove he was proud, which
Kagome was willing to bet he was far from it because of his late arrival, "Did
this girl not capture your attention?"
Sesshomaru straightened his back, sliding his eyes across the table to look her
over. Her hair high upon her head and her small body was dressed in fine silk,
most definitely the attire of the famous whore who sat beside him. The light
caught Kagome's hair showing off its rich and glossy texture. Those brilliant
blue eyes were awaiting an answer. Those damn blue eyes… It reminded him of a
deep body of water, tranquil and soft. Sneering softly he turned his head away,
not giving them the opportunity of seeing his anger, which was beginning to get
the better of him the longer he dwelled on his current situation. This human
wasn't worth it, nor was his father.
"I please you, so the first thought it to give me a whore?" His son asked,
pouring another cup of sake for himself, before deciding he had better start
eating. The sooner he got done the sooner he could escape this nonsense.
Kagome swallowed almost causing her rather large bite to travel down the wrong
pipe. Instantly, she placed a hand to her chest and began blinked rapidly,
unsure what to say to his comment. He sure was more open today than he was the
other night, which she understood he was doing it merely to teach someone a
lesson, but he knew she wasn't a whore, right? She wasn't some prostitute he
had picked up off the streets.
"Does this innocent creature look like a whore to you, Sesshomaru? I can smell
her damned innocents." Inutaisho raised his voice, and placing a piece of fish
between his lips as he keep his eyes locked with his son's.
Kagome dropped her own chopsticks and placed her hands upon the material
covering her tightly clenched thighs. He could smell her innocents? She felt
her stomach sink and almost instantly her guard came up. She felt like nothing
could be hidden from these people. She felt her privacy had been invaded. Did
that mean they could smell other…things? She felt a shiver trail down her
spine.
"Isn't that what Geisha are, high class sluts?" Sesshomaru tilted his head to
the side, allowing a soft grin to form on his lips before he dug into his meal.
He ate quietly, acting like she wasn't even there. What did it matter if her
feelings were being hurt? She was just a low class 'whore' anyway, right?
Inutaisho leaned back, letting out a defeated sigh and calmly rolled his eyes.
Izaiyo gripped the decanter, pouring her lord more sake. The older woman knew
it would only escalate the more sake was involved, but he had motioned for
more. There was no stopping her lord. Lowering the sake, she placed a hand upon
his knee, offering him her silent support.
"I just figured since you wished her company the night prior that you held an
interest for her. She is an innocent; lord only knows you haven't had a woman
once in your life. I figured you wished one just as inexperienced as yourself."
He let out a loud chuckle, "I guess she would never know the difference, am I
right?" he held up his cup and downed another shot, shaking his head as the
rice wine burned a path down his throat.
Izayoi cleared her throat speaking softly to the demon lord, trying to calm
him. He merely swatted her away like a bothersome fly. The courtesan leaned
back and frowned deeply, glancing in Kagome's direction. The girl's cheeks
burned bright red.
Sesshomaru's nostrils flared momentarily. Was his old man getting some sort of
sick pleasure out of knowing this? Of course he was. It was his game. He knew
his father all too well. The young lord clenched his fists upon the table top,
keeping his intense line of vision focused upon his father, who was finally
calming down after having a good laugh.
"Look, Sesshomaru, if you do not wish to have her, tell me now. She is a lovely
human, and trust me, I was indeed shocked by your choice knowing your thoughts
on humans, but I wanted to explore this…" he closed his eyes a moment, catching
his words knowing his son wouldn't appreciate them, "She is innocent,
beautiful…you could enjoy her, yes?"
"Well, there is no need to explore anything; I am not a toy in which you can
play with for your own amusement. It will not be tolerated." He shot back,
looking down upon his dish, suddenly un-interested in the food before him.
Kagome watched him closely, turning her eyes to the ground as if burned by that
golden gaze as it snapped up to meet hers head on.
"Well, if you do not want this human, I shall give her to Jiro. The man has
been looking for a young and beautiful courtesan for a while now, and he seems
to have his eyes set on this one. Knowing you have not stolen her delicate
flower will only please him more, or so I gather. The man insists you have
deflowered the girl." Inutaisho chuckled, rather amused with the man's
obnoxious claim to the girl's whereabouts and activities, "He has been willing
to pay the fee back, plus some if you do not wish her any longer. Of course, I
seem to have already received my answer…" he grunted, uninterested, or so it
seemed.
Sesshomaru stood abruptly, dropping his chopsticks to the table. He turned upon
his heel and began to walk toward the exit, "I am done with this conversation,"
"You are leaving then?" Inutaisho asked, "Without even requesting it
respectively?"
Sesshoamaru glanced over his shoulder, allowing those golden eyes to fall upon
the small girl who watch him from the table. Her own chopsticks were held
tightly in her grasp. He could smell the fear once again. It was the same smell
that wafted into his nostrils the night he had figured out who Jiro had wished
to purchase for the night. She had a deep fear for what that man was capable of
doing to her. She was an innocent and would continue to be. Jiro would not be
allowed this girl. She was too young, too… Jiro didn't deserve to lick the shit
from his shoes. He grunted softly, raising his perfectly shaped brow.
"I will accept your gift, father. Be sure Jiro is informed that she does belong
to this Sesshomaru" With that, the young lord turned. His silver locks slipped
down his back, swaying as he exited from their presence. Inutiasho grinned from
ear to ear, leering down at the speechless female seated beside him.
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Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading!
     -Aiko
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Chapter 3
     Disclaimer: I own nothing! ::cries::
     Warning: This is a story with adult theme (chapter contains hints of
     rape). At some point it will contain graphic sex and imagery. Please
     heed the warning YIM’s. Those under the age of 18, please turn away!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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Candle light flickered across the rippled pattern upon the wooden table.
Fingers drummed with purpose as a pair of dark, glistening eyes glared at a
single spot upon the wall. The man’s dark orbs burned a path with a vengeance,
glancing down at his tightly clenched fist. His face reddened as thoughts
drifted though his mind. Never had he been denied what he truly wanted.
Foolish boy, that foolish boy… who did he think he was?
The gangly teeth bared to the light as a low grumble emoted from his voice box.
His eyes shifted toward the figure sitting not far from him. Sliding across the
wood slid a shot of sake. Those plump fingers gripped it, tilting it back and
sucking it down in one gulp. His cheeks and throat instantly warmed. A soft cry
then a slam caught his attention from the next room, just barely. He had an
idea who it was over indulging in the next room. Thankfully the bastard waited
for the Daimyo to retire for the night before he began to play his little game.
Jiro drowned out the sound, cursing under his breath.
“You should not bare ill thoughts toward our future Daimyo, Jiro. He deserves
the girl over you, and you know this very well. He isn’t just anyone.” Hiro, a
high ranking general of the Daimyo’s men spoke up. The man placed a hand to his
own chest as he took his second round of sake shots, downing it with ease.
Jiro sneered once again, “I do not care. I had eyes on her before. That swine
knew what game he was playing. He stole her just to spite me. I know damn
well…” He spat, swiping a hand across his glistening lips.
“It matters not,” Hiro grinned, baring his fangs, “Lord Sesshomaru will grow
tired of her, cast her aside and you can do as you please then.” Leaning over
the table, Hiro gripped the neck of the decanter and poured a hefty amount into
the porcelain bowl.
Jiro swiped the small bowl up and gulped it immediately, “You think I wish to
stick my cock into used goods? She is…was… pure. She has been defiled by
that…,” His chubby fingers tightened around the shot, slamming it down upon the
table top. Glass shattered in the next room, followed by a thud. Both men
glanced toward the wall, watching as the painted canvas upon the wall began to
sway.
“What is that fool doing? Trying to kill the bitch?” Jiro asked.
“You know how he is…” Hiro’s eyes darkened, “We must not interfere. Nothing
good could come of it,”
“Interfere? When do I interfere in matters that do nothing to benefit me?” Jiro
chuckled, throwing back his head, knowing very well how it sounded but not
caring. Hiro glanced away, not reacting to the human’s words. He changed the
subject quickly.
“About the girl… There will be others, Jiro.” The man tried to reassure him,
even though he clearly did not deserve anyone.
“Not like her,” He sucked in a breath, dwelling on the idea of that animal’s
claws all over her untainted body. She would surely be used up by the time
Sesshomaru had his fill of her. There would be no trace of innocence left in
those blue eyes to excite him when the silver haired lord was through. A grin
formed upon his lips, “I have often thought about having my way with her,
allowing him to find out…to scent it on her. You Inuyoukai and your keen sense
of smell,”
“You aren’t fool enough…” Hiro glared, raising a brow in interest.
“I have,” Those beady eyes glared menacingly toward the general, “I have
thought about using her cruelly just to have the last laugh.”
“He would kill you. Sesshomaru would slice you into ribbons.” Hiro murmured
just above a whisper.
That grin faded from Jiro’s lips as he leaned back, eyeing the decanter of
sake, “Yes, he would. That is the only thing that is stopping me.” Jiro
replied, pursing those thick lips, “I never knew of his interest in the
opposite sex, let alone a human woman. I find it curious, Hiro. That he would
take her as his personal courtesan. I figured he would reject his father’s
offer.” The girl next door let out an ear piercing shriek. It drifted into soft
wails, which began to quiet this time, as if forcefully being muffled from the
sounds of it. Both men continued to ignore the sound, unfazed by the male using
a courtesan in the room beside them. Hiro glared up at the hanging lamp,
narrowing his eyes, trying to drown out the rough clatter next door, but it was
becoming too much to bare.
“Lord Sesshomaru surprises me every day. You never know quite what he is
thinking.” Hiro tapped his clawed finger upon the rim of his sake bowl, lifting
his bright gaze to the jealous man, “My advice for you is to let it go. Let her
go. There are plenty of untainted maidens. You will find another, like I said.”
Jiro grunted, understanding where Hiro was coming from. Yet it seemed that it
has yet to sink in. He was a man who was determined. What did it truly matter
that she wasn’t pure? She was still a young, vibrant girl with the potential of
becoming a perfect courtesan. By the time he got his hands on her, she would be
seasoned. The sliding door to the next room slammed, drawing the attention of
both men. Their door opened and in walked a dominating male Inuyoukai. His
black hair hung loosely against his back, tied with a leather sting. His black
eyes narrowed, taking in the group before him. Those cold, black eyes widened
slightly as he skimmed his gaze over the interior of the room before finding
them seated upon the floor. His claws tightened, as the Inuyoukai held his chin
high, glancing down the length of his nose in the direction of the decanter of
sake. His palms released from their tightly held grip, sliding down the front
of his breeches to tie the loose strands.
“Have fun this evening, Daichi?” Hiro asked the male, now seated beside them.
He snorted once, swiping his clawed hand into his mouth to clean them of the
innocent blood he indulged in.
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A month had gone by since she had been given the status of ‘Official
Concubine’. She hadn’t deserved such a title, or gifts. Many colored kimonos
had been delivered to her. They were bright, made from the finest material.
Kagome couldn’t find it in her heart to wear them. Most days she ignored the
massive trunk, which housed the beautiful colored silks. Instead of
acknowledging them, she insisted on wearing the few kimonos she had been given
upon arrival and that was all. So far Izayoi hadn’t argued. Most days the woman
stayed in her room, ignoring her very presence. She felt like a burden to that
woman, but she couldn’t really blame her.
Kagome’s blue eyes skimmed back toward the brightly colored trunk, remembering
the day those women had come to fit her. A few days after arriving and being
given the title, Kagome was instantly fitted for a new wardrobe. Shoes were
ordered in her size; jewelry was commissioned just for her, and gifted by
Sesshomaru. Of all people, he had been the one to spend a pretty coin on her,
making sure she was dressed like a true lady. She had been lost for words. This
was a dream. It had to be a dream, right? She, born in poverty, didn’t deserve
such extravagant gifts, yet they were doing so and without even a thought. Lord
only knew she didn’t deserve the title. Kagome was as innocent as the day she
was born, her body still untouched. This Lord was sure putting on a good show.
He showered her with gifts, yet neglected her of his presence.
Kagome hadn’t seen Lord Sesshomaru the entire time. A month since she had last
has the opportunity to look upon his face. The young girl thought back,
remembering the look in his eyes clearly. He hadn’t wanted her. He has never
wanted her. She would forever be chaste if under his care. Kagome, deep down,
didn’t complain. She wasn’t ready for her innocents to be snatched from her
just yet. If the young Lord stayed away for several years, she would be happy.
Would she ever get that feeling? She had heard how some of the ladies spoke
about the men of court, bragging on how well one man preformed over another.
Would she ever…crave a man’s touch? The young courtesan shook her head, nearly
reprimanding herself aloud. Quickly she placed her finger back upon the page,
returning to the read. The shutters began to rattle, catching her attention.
Kagome glanced up from her book, as a gust of wind blew in through the open
window pushing over a small glass figure of a goddess. The fragile glass fell
upon the cushions upon the sill seat located just under the window. Her breath
instantly hitched in her throat as she stood abruptly, fearing her Lady’s
favorite trinket was now in pieces. Marking her place, the young girl set down
her book and rushed over to pick it up. She glanced out the window, taking in
the scene around her. The swaying of the dangling branches told her there was,
indeed, a storm was brewing. Gripping the handles, she pulled the window
closed, placing the intact glass trinket back in its rightful place.
Kagome began to speak softly under her breath, turning to return to her place
where her book laid waiting for her. With a storm rolling in, there wasn’t
anything better she could think of doing. Her nose deep in a book sounded
lovely. She could do that until supper, right? Of course. It was what she
seemed to do mostly now days. From a young age she had found books interesting,
teaching herself how to read very young. Of course, this was with the help of
an old man who had lived in her village. ‘Education’, he would say, ‘education
is a lovely trait for a woman to have. I don’t care what anyone says’. Kagome
smiled, picking up the book and situated herself upon the plush pillow. That
poor, sweet old man…
Her attention was deterred by a loud slam. A small figure slumped against the
doors. The soft cried of a young woman could be heard from the shadows. Kagome
placed her book down once again, allowing her curled legs to slip from the
cushion. Her socks slid across the polished wood as she took dainty steps
toward the woman. Who was it? There were many women who served one purpose.
This house was filled with concubines, lovely woman who performed for the many
men in which filled this fortress. It couldn’t be the newest…right? The more
she had thought about it, she hadn’t seen her presence this entire afternoon.
Her blue eyes widened as she approached.
“Oh, Kagome,” The woman said softly, swiping away her tears, “Sorry, I didn’t
notice…you in here.” Miu said just above a whisper. She placed a hand to the
wooden door and forced herself to her feet, glancing down as if to hide her
face.
“I thought it was you, Miu. Are you alright?” Kagome asked, reaching out into
the dark.
Miu swiped a hand across the air, “I am fine. I just need to get some rest.”
She sniffled, not looking up from the ground.
Kagome stepped forward and reached for the girl’s arm. She knew better than to
believe her. Miu wasn’t the type to hide in the shadows and whimper like a
punished pup. Kagome was young, but she wasn’t stupid to believe such a lie. To
Kagome, Miu was a little sister. She had instantly taken her under her wing
from the start. The two girl’s had clicked well the moment they had met. Being
new herself, Kagome offered her assistance, hoping to have some companionship
in this lonely fortress. Pulling her into the light, Miu began to drag her
feet, not wanting to follow her. She was being difficult, something Kagome had
never witnessed. She was hiding because she didn’t wish her to see…
“Miu,” Kagome spoke sternly, releasing her arm and instead placing both hands
upon the soft cheeks of the young girl’s face, lifting her soft features to
meet Kagome’s stare. It was a horror to behold. She sucked in a sharp breath
out of shock.
The blonde haired girl’s lips were busted and bleeding, her cheek was beginning
to swell and she knew that by morning she would have at least one black eye.
Upon the girl’s throat were red welts along with minor scratches due to the
placement of, what looked like, sharp claws. She had been assaulted.
“Who did this to you?” Kagome’s eyes filled with tears as she traced the soft
scratch under Miu’s left eye. The girl’s hazel eyes filled with tears as she
shook her head, “Don’t lie, who could be so cruel?”
“Kagome, I will be fine.” Those guilty eyes slid from her friend’s grasp,
unable to look into those blue pits any longer.
“This doesn’t look fine. Miu, we must speak to Lady Iza…” Her words were
instantly cut off as Miu shoved her away and shouted.
“No, I said I will be fine. Leave it...” She sucked in a shaky breath.
“Miu,” Kagome whispered in a defeated tone.
Her young friend dried her tears once again, pursing her lips, “Don’t be angry
with me.”
“With you…?” Kagome shook her head, glaring at her with a shocked expression.
“What is going on?” A loud voice boomed, causing both girls to jumped, lowering
themselves respectfully to the ground.
Kagome glanced toward Miu, sucking in a breath and then turning to face her.
Izayoi’s robes created a long train, dragging across the floor behind her. The
silken material wound around her form as she approached the duo. The Lady’s
eyebrows rose, waiting for an answer. Those dark eyes darted between the two,
crossing her arms over her full breasts.
“Miu has been hurt,” Kagome finally belt.
“Hurt?” Izayoi’s dark gaze fell to the blood stain upon her kimono, just
between her thighs. Her breathing hitched for a brief moment before forcing the
look of shock to slip from her features. A stern look formed upon her lips,
“What is the meaning of this, Miu? You were given one duty this evening. You
were to serve the men in the dining hall. Where are the others?” Her eyes
flashed with anger.
“My Lady, please…why must you reprimand her?” Kagome shot her a look of shock,
unable to even fathom what had changed. Did she honestly think such a sweet and
innocent woman such as, Miu, would ever disobey orders to receive…attention.
Surely she realized it wasn’t consensual…
“Kagome, silence your tongue before I have you beat.” She snapped, pointing a
well-manicured finger in her direction before walking directly before the girl,
reaching out to grip her chin between her fingers.
Kagome’s lips snapped shut, placing her hands upon her lap and sliding away.
Her blue gaze lifted just slightly to watch the conversation in which was
transpiring before her.
“My Lady, I understand my duty. It couldn’t be avoided…He…He wouldn’t allow me
back…” A soft inhale of breath, and then a soft cry could be heard nearly
breaking her heart.
“Who is this he you speak of?”
“I don’t know his name, My Lady. He is …he was a demon, with black hair and…,”
“And?” Izayoi asked, raising a brow.
“Those eyes, such evil… He wanted me to hurt,” She placed a hand around her
neck, murmuring softly as she zoned out, “I couldn’t stop him, he threatened
me…”
Izayoi shoved her chin away, “Clean yourself up…and get into bed. Both of you,”
She shouted.
“But my Lady, you cannot be serious…” Kagome leaned forward, slamming her hands
upon the wooden floor boards.
“If you so as speak another word, even a sound, in my presence I will beat you
myself. Right here…right now.” Izayoi’s neck snapped upon her shoulders,
glaring down at her. Nothing was exchanged, and within a moment she was gone.
No heart…Why so cold?
Both women forced themselves up and off their knees, quickly heading toward the
bath house. Kagome gripped the heavily breathing girl by the arm, pulling her
tightly to her body, “What happened…please tell me?” She asked softly, reaching
up to brush a few strands of wild hair from her bruised cheek.
Miu turned her head away, feeling embarrassment overcome her instantly,
“Nothing,” She said softly, trying to shrug her away.
“Don’t say ‘nothing’, clearly it isn’t just ‘nothing’, Miu.” Kagome spoke
sternly.
“There is nothing I can do.”
“Yes, there is. We can speak to the Daimyo.” Kagome paused, opening the bath
house door, letting her in. Both girls slipped in, not looking at one another.
Kagome instantly stripped down to nothing, whereas Miu slowly stripped of her
torn kimono. Her hazel eyes shifted around the steam filled chamber, shifting
nervous glances in Kagome’s direction. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if Miu was
afraid it would happen again, even with her here, or she was fearful of what
she would think when the clothes were stripped. The material finally pooled
around her feet, and then she received her answer. Bruises layered the girl’s
body, nearly causing her mouth to drop open in shock.
How could someone do such a thing to her? The bruises were dark, large and
spanned the length of her torso. The long finger like markings wrapped around
and up across her small breasts. Blood caked between her thighs. Without
thinking once about her own nude form, Kagome gripped three cloths, obtaining
two buckets of water for the both of them. She reached in and helped her sit
upon a stool, sliding a bucket of steaming water her way. Miu’s hands instantly
reached for the cloth, shifting away from Kagome and dipped her hands between
her thighs. She was washing away the evidence.
“You were innocent?” Kagome felt a knot form in her throat. What a monster.
Miu’s hazel eyes shifted, glancing upon her short time friend with a look of
defeat. Sniffing softly, the blonde haired courtesan turned away once again,
washing herself in silence. Kagome swallowed hard and glanced down upon her own
body, placing a stool beside her new friend.
“Allow me to help,” Kagome whispered, “It is the least I can do.”
“I don’t need help. I am not broken.” Miu stiffened.
Kagome lowered her hands and clenched the cloth tighter to her small breasts.
She was right, she wasn’t broken. Miu needed this time to herself. If she
continued to force help upon her, it would only cause her more distress, so
without another word, Kagome began to wash her own small frame in silence.
“I just served him once. I poured him warm sake and… It was only a moment,
Kagome. I was gone just a moment and he followed me. He knew I was innocent.
The demon…whispered it in my ear, telling me he could…smell it…” She whispered,
“What kind of male attacks just to obtain ones…innocents?” The blonde grimaced,
tucking her wild, wavy hair behind her ear.
Kagome paused, narrowing her eyes. She was angry, angry with this man, angry
with Lady Izayoi. Her soft lips parted, nodding once without saying a word, yet
acknowledging what she had said.
“Was it like this for you?” Miu asked, “Did it hurt? Did it hurt when Lord
Sesshomaru took you?” She asked, shifting those sadden eyes toward her once
again.
Kagome didn’t want to admit that she still obtained her innocences. How
terrible she would feel? Miu had been through a traumatic experience and there
was no way she would admit to her that she didn’t sleep with Lord Sesshomaru,
instead she would lie between her teeth in order to protect her. She felt
connected to her with this simple fact, and she would allow her to have that.
That was how she viewed it anyway.
“Yes, it wasn’t pleasant.” Kagome brushed the cloth over the small swells of
her breasts, glancing down at her clenched thighs, unable to picture that cold
man between her legs, thrusting deep inside her. The blood on Miu’s thighs was
horrendous. Was it truly like that?
“Did you…did you bleed like this?” Miu lifted the cloth, showing her hue of red
coating the fabric.
Damn, she wasn’t sure if all women bled the way she did. If they bled it wasn’t
nearly as bad, right? I mean she was force. Feeling like an utterly
inexperienced, which she was, Kagome licked her lips trying to think of what
she could possibly say.
Come on, Kagome, the silence isn’t reassuring…
“Yes,” Kagome swallowed, eyeing the cloth. Did it really happen like that? She
instantly felt faint just thinking about it, “Not as bad, but…Yes…I bled.”
“Does the thought of losing what you once had, subside?” Miu brushed her
fingers over the evidence of her lost innocents and holding back a wave of
emotion.
“Yes, it gets better. It gets better with time. In your case…it may take time.”
She was lying. Kagome didn’t know. She couldn’t honestly understand what Miu
was going thought. She hoped that she was right. Kagome hoped that it did get
better and she hoped that she never experienced such a terrible thing again.
Nor did she wish this experience upon anyone, or herself…ever.
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Izayoi’s flats slammed against the cool stone. Her anger was leading her,
willing her to continue. Her small hands wrapped carefully around her mid-
section, pulling the material of her robe tightly around her as the cool night
breeze drifted over her. Those bruises were enough to make her skin crawl. In
the pit of her very stomach she had felt ill for even surmising that this
innocent girl had any ill intentions from the beginning. Most girls were greedy
to rise in the ranks, becoming a personal courtesan of a wealthy lord, and she
was the first one to frown upon such ambition. She felt women should be
dignified, dignified whores if you will. Too many of the females that came
through the pleasure quarters were pathetic excuses for courtesans, not lasting
long and slowly traveling down the totem to become what they were proving
themselves to be, prostitutes, women who slept with lowly men just to get by.
Miu was a young and naïve girl. The look in her eyes told her all she needed to
know, not to mention the black and blue bruising around her neck. She didn’t
even need to seek a name. She knew exactly who it was. It had been, Daichi. The
man had always been rough with the women of the pleasure quarters only once and
a while choosing one to project his rough tendencies upon a sweet innocent. The
last girl who has endured his touch has nearly gone insane. He wasn’t one to
touch once and is done with them; this sick bastard fooled with them,
threatened them, and dragged it on for weeks. He liked the innocent ones. Men,
they were pigs. Izayoi could recall those dull, black eyes bearing into her
very soul when she had addressed him during a daily visit to the training
grounds to visit her Lord Daimyo. It was a mistake she never made again,
looking upon that evil face of his. If it wasn’t for Inutaisho, she would have
been just as sorry as Miu.
Luckily, her Lord’s chamber door was ajar and without warning, she shoved
through. Izayoi’s wild eyes found the naked back of her Lord, who was leaning
over his desk reviewing papers from the Emperor himself. His long hair hung
like a silken sheet of silver down his muscled back, glimmering in the candle
light. The muscles upon his back tightened as she arrived. Shifting his head to
the side, those golden orbs searched for her, taking in her angry form before
returning to his work. How dare he ignore her presence? He was angry she had
showed up unannounced. The male before had always hated surprises. It was the
demon in him, needing complete and utter control. She knew it wasn’t proper,
and yet she didn’t care. At the moment she could care less what he thought of
her ‘improper’ arrival.
“My Lord Daimyo,” Her soft voice called to him from the open door, allowing her
hands to fall to her slim sides. Those dark eyes heated, watching his frame as
he clenched the edge of his desk. Finally, after several moments of silence he
stepped away, turning to face her.
“Izayoi, I haven’t sent for you. Why have you come?” He asked, running a clawed
hand through his loose tendrils of hair.
“Daichi,” The woman before him spoke once, shifting her hurt eyes to meet his
confused golden eyes.
“What did he do?” He stepped forward, allowing those orbs to search her small
frame. His nostrils flared, taking in her scent. He didn’t smell the bastard
upon her, “Tell me, waste no time.” Inutaisho spoke harshly, approaching petite
frame to place his hands upon her shoulders, stroking his fingertips over the
soft flesh at the base of her neck.
“I am sure he has stolen, yet another, girls innocents. Bruises, blood, Inu…
this has to stop. Courtesans, well, my courtesans will not have marks such as
those upon their flesh. She is but a girl. He must be punished. Please don’t
allow this to go without even a glance.” Izayoi nearly shouted, placing her
hands upon his bare chest, tilting her head back to look up into his eyes.
Inutaisho reached up, gripping her chin and looking over her sweet face,
offering her a kind grin, “I will correct this behavior. Do not worry about
Daichi; he is a male with his own agenda. You will not approach him,” His claws
caressed over her cheek. Izayoi nodded once, feeling breathless as usual.
Her small body leaned into his, allowing the soft swells of her breasts to
press against his muscled chest. She knew if he was half the demon she knew him
to be, he could sense her need. How long had it been? It had been many months
since he had even called her to his bed. Would he ask her to stay, or would he
send her away?
“It is dark, get to your chambers where it is safe.” That clawed hand slipped
away, turning his back to her once again.
She released a soft breath through her parted lips, lifting a palm to stroke
over the flesh in which he has touched. Her sad eyes descended to the floor,
unable to speak. Pursing her lips tightly, feeling raw emotion grip her
tightly, Izayoi decided not to ask him about his cold behavior.
“I will get back in due time, good night my Lord,” She spat, heading for the
door, slamming it behind her.
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Morning…a new day… and absolutely nothing new to accomplish… Kagome had not
slept a wink the night before, feeling she had to drag herself from her bed.
Miu’s ordeal has weighed upon her shoulders, feeling as though a dark shadow
was constantly there as a reminder. Terrors lurked in the shadows of this
fortress. At this moment she honestly wished she was in her ridiculously small
cot, waking up to do daily chores…she had a purpose then…
The sun rose, and then she was forced to continue on. Upon opening her windows
she was rewarded with the gentle music of spring. Birds chirped with purpose,
flying from treetop to treetop. Spring was a time of reproduction, and the
wildlife surrounding the dark exterior of the fortress was creating life,
blooming with color and hope. Flowers were in full bloom, creating a brilliant
façade to her dull world. Kagome would have never guessed she would have
stumbled upon such a gem. Boredom had led her to the gardens of the fortress.
It was filled with flowering trees, bushes, flowers upon flowers, and massive
waterfalls. Stone formations layered the grounds, inviting her in to inspect
their craft.
Kagome allowed her fingertips to brush over the soft petals of a rounded
formation of hydrangea. She lifted her blue gaze, getting a better view of the
rim of the small pond, which was filled with glittering blue waters. Koi fish
swam to the surface, hoping for a treat. Her gaze never faltered from tulips,
which littered the rim of the pond with a variety of colors. Wisteria draped
over the body of water, gracing its surface with their sweet purple petals.
Kagome drifted past the chiseled rock, moving toward the draped wisteria.
Parting the lowered branches, Kagome ducked under the tree looking up the
length of the trunk. To her surprise there were rows of these trees and under
them was a manmade wooden dome, arching up into the purple mass of wisteria.
The branches had been snipped, creating a colorful path of flowered branches
leading to another area of the gardens. Her eyes widened with delight.
“Beautiful,” She whispered to herself as she began to walk the small path. She
hesitated once, glancing over her shoulder to get one last glance at the
fortress, which wasn’t far. Would she find herself in trouble? Lady Izayoi was
still in her rooms, and Miu refused to get out of bed, poor girl. It would have
been soothing for Miu. She would have truly loved to see such a serene
landscape, filled with such beauty. Her blonde haired friend had to visit at
some point, before all the flowers were gone. For now, she would enjoy it, even
though she wasn’t truly sure if it was allowed.
No one would notice she was gone, right? She held a title now. False or not,
Kagome would use that to her advantage. She didn’t need permission to walk the
grounds around the Fortress. She was still behind the massive stone walls, in
which protected them all from the outside world. To Kagome, the Fortress was
like its own village, with various houses built on sight for those important to
her Lord. This wonderful portion of the fortress would take time to see, and
she wasn’t going to just sit around and wonder.
Her wooden sandals clicked against the stones, lined in a brilliant patterned
across ground. Her eyes lowered to the soft green grass growing between the
patterns. Such precision, this garden was marvelous. Not one hedge was out of
place, nor one blade of grass not precisely cut. Her chin lifted, allowing her
head to peak out of the long tunnel made out of wisteria. There were three
ways. She could go straight or take a left or right. Each trail looks just as
interesting as the next, yet she was torn. Kagome turned left almost without
another thought. She could always come back to this very spot to explore.
The brunette made her way up the rocky path, gripping her kimono tightly,
pulling it up to expose her slender ankles. Hiking up her tight kimono higher,
Kagome began to quicken her pace up a small hill. Making it to the top, she
released a tired breath. A sheen layer of sweat began to form upon her
forehead. Kagome hadn’t remembered the last time she had rushed around with
excitement, such as this. The bottoms of her shoes were dirty and making it
hard to walk. There was nothing graceful about hiking. Without a second
thought, she slipped off the sandals, holding them in her hand as she began to
walk barefooted around a soft curve in the trail.
A sign came into view. Her blue eyes narrowed as she swiped a hand across her
brow. A hot spring? It didn’t once cross her mind that someone, male or female,
could be using it at this very moment. Kagome gripped her kimono tightly and
took off rounding the corner. Upon a hilltop, surrounded by beautifully colored
rock sat a hot spring. The steam rose into the air, heating the cool air
seeping from between the hedges. She could feel it across her flushed face.
Sucking in a breath she made her way up the steps, narrowing her vision upon
the opening. Maybe a small dip wouldn’t be a problem, right?
Placing her shoes near the edge of the perfectly trimmed hedges, the young
courtesan took the first flight of small stairs made from the rock in the
surrounding area. The water rippled and bubbled, causing it to pool over the
edge. She paused and narrowed her eyes.
That’s interesting…why would…
Another bubble and a splash, causing her to freeze in mid-step, hearing a soft
breath escape someone’s lips. Kagome felt her body instantly grow cold, fearing
she would be seen.
Please be a woman…
The figure stood fully in the water. Water rolled down the thin, yet muscled
frame of the male’s body. Kagome dropped upon the steps, lying flat across the
uneven steps. Her first reaction was to hold her breath and tightly close her
eyes.
They could still see you, idiot…
A breath released from her throat and slowly she opened her eyes. His lower
half was covered by rock, and instantly she was grateful that she decided to
duck so low to the ground. That silver hair caught her attention and at that
very moment her mouth went dry. His profile, those fuchsia streaks, it was Lord
Sesshomaru. Pursing her lips, Kagome began to back down the step. Her head
lowered, watching where she was going as she literally began to crawl backwards
toward the exit.
The water swooshed, causing the heated substance to drizzle of the rock once
again. He had stepped out of the nearly overflowing hot spring. A robe was now
wrapped around his body. The silver haired Lord’s hands instantly went to his
locks, brushing his fingers through the damp strands, using his claws as a
comb. Those golden orbs opened, shifting in the direction of the crawling form.
“You can stand up. I knew you were here from the start. Crawling the way you
are will only further destroy your kimono, which I spent a pretty coin to get
you fitted in, foolish girl.” His eyes narrowed, inspecting the dull coloring
of the Kimono she wore.
Kagome’s fists curled, “Um,” She whispered to herself, tightly closing her eyes
a brief moment before forcing herself to stand. Her cheeks were a brilliant
red, and becoming a deeper red the closer the young lord came to her jittery
form.
“You are not wearing them,” Sesshomaru’s golden eyes narrowed as he approached.
He paused before her, reaching out a clawed hand and gripped the ragged sleeve
of her kimono, “You will change. I did not spend coin on the new ones for you
to wear such filth.” He said coolly.
“I...I don’t wish to wear them. You should have never spent the coin on them.”
Kagome felt her voice falter, feeling a wave of fear roll over her, “Not that I
am ungrateful, of course.” She added, tucking a strand of wispy hair behind her
ear.
Sesshomaru looked upon her face, unblinking. His fuchsia striped forearms
dropped to his side as he took her in, “I believe, this Sesshomaru, has the
final say. You are mine to do with as I please. Did you forget already, stupid
girl?” His perfectly formed lips formed into a line, displeased with her
disrespectful statement.
“Kagome,” Her blue eyes lifted, filled with anger.
“What?” The young demon lord asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I am not ‘girl’. I am Kagome, my lord.” The brunette stammered, mentally
kicking herself after allowing the syllables to pass across her lips.
“You are what I wish you to be, and to me you shall be called ‘girl’ if I so
please.” He leaned in, taking in her scent, “Still innocent, therefore you are
a girl...” With that he turned upon his heel, bored with this little argument,
“You will wear the kimonos. I shall have Lady Izayoi burn those hideous rags
you insist on wearing. Either you wear the new ones, or you shall go nude.”
Sesshomaru spoke over his shoulder, making his way toward the opposite
entrance.
“My Lord,” Kagome stepped forward after him, nearly shouting at him.
Lord Sesshomaru paused, raising a brow and glancing at her from over his
shoulder. He didn’t answer her call, but Kagome knew he was listening. Those
Amber eyes told her all she needed to know.
“What is my purpose?” She asked boldly, “I receive such beautiful things, but I
cannot help but feel like it is for nothing.” Kagome cupped her hands, looking
to the ground. Slowly she lifted her curious blue eyes, “I haven’t seen you in
a month. What is a courtesan, a woman who should properly give her Lord
pleasure and company, yes?”
“You are not a woman,” Sesshomaru retorted.
Kagome felt her cheeks blush, “It is because you refuse to make me one. You
ignore me. Why not let me go? I serve no purpose, Lord Sesshomaru.” Kagome
pursed her lips, glaring at him, “Shall I go back now, my lord, and serve no
purpose? I think I will do that.” With that, she spun on her heel, moving
toward her exit. Her feet collided with the steps with precision, refusing to
meet eyes with him any longer.
A clawed hand gripped the back of her kimono, spun her around and thrust her
small body up against the trunk of one of the various trees surrounding the
heated spring. Kagome’s blue eyes opened wide. She sucked in a surprised gasp,
crying out as the bark dug into the fragile flesh of her back, tearing the old
fabric with ease. Tilting her head up, she was looking into a pair of cold
golden eyes. His teeth were bared. Those pearly white canines could easily sink
deep into the flesh of her throat and tear it out, no problem.
“My Lord,” Kagome whispered in surprise, glancing down at the clawed hand which
now had a hold of the front of her kimono. His hand slowly released it, cupping
one of her small breasts awkwardly. He leaned in, nostrils flared with anger.
“You wish me to make you a woman, right here? Would that cease your
complaints?” Sesshomaru asked her, “Shall I give you a purpose? Is that what
you have been wanting?” Those eyes flashed red.
“I… no…” She whispered, feeling a whimper escape her lips as his hand reached
down to grip the material of her kimono. He began to hike it up above the soft,
creamy tops of her thighs. His clawed hands spanned the length, reaching up
between her thighs, cupping her most womanly part before snarling. Kagome began
to breathe heavily, shaking her head, “Not like this. This isn’t want I meant.”
“I should make you submit, right here, at this very moment, girl,” Her Lord
stressed, releasing her core and allowing her kimono to slid down her trembling
thighs, “But I think you already know you belong to me, and you shall continue
to be without complaint until I decide.” It was quiet and once the heat was
gone she knew he was gone. Slowly Kagome began to open her tightly closed eyes.
Reaching up, she pulled her kimono tight over her slightly exposed breasts.
Situating herself, the dark haired girl stepped away from the tree, glancing
around looking for him even a trace of him. She could still smell his alluring
aroma around her, wafting up into her nostrils.
“He is long gone,” A voice said from up high.
Kagome’s eyes widened with the knowledge that someone had been watching the
whole thing. She spun around, jerking her head from side to side, trying
desperately to find where the voice was coming from.
“Look up,” The gruff voice said. Sure enough when she glanced up, cradled in-
between a ‘V’ shaped tree truck laid a man. His white hair draped down the
length of the tree trunk. His claws were going to work on an apple in his hand,
peeling it with those makeshift razors. His pink tongue dipped out, licking the
digits.
“Why were you spying?” Kagome demanded, running a hand through her loose hair,
feeling yet another flush drift across her cheeks.
“I was not spying, idiot female.” The white haired demon spat, taking a bite of
his apple to emphasis his words. He instantly began to chew obnoxiously.
“Then why are you up in the tree? You saw him leave, yes?” Kagome spoke boldly,
narrowing her eyes.
“Yeah, I did see him leave. I haven’t seen him that fired up for a while. It
was too good not to stay and watch. If my ears served me correct,” The white,
furry ears upon his head twitched, “You were caught watching him. I was coming
to bathe, myself. It seems that you are pointing fingers to settle your guilt.”
He grinned, flashing his sharp canines.
“Excuse me? I was just…I was just looking around. I was most certainly not
spying.” She swiped a hand across the air, turning and walking away from the
conflict.
The white haired demon jumped from his spot in the tree, landing directly in
front of her. His playful golden eyes found her angry blue ones, taking in her
soft features. For a split second something changed in her face. It was
definitely curiosity. The same color as…
And then…
“So, you are Sesshomaru’s whore?” He asked, leaning in to take in her scent, “I
guess not, he has yet to claim you.” The young demon began to chuckle, “That is
quite funny. Is that why you were so angry? Trying to be all noble and not
receive his gifts of clothing and jewelry?” He placed a hand to his chest,
chuckling softly.
Kagome shoved past him, “You are really pathetic, finding this whole thing
funny. Leave me alone, demon.” She spat.
The white haired Hanyou reached out, gripping her forearm and yanked her back
in toward him, “Inuyasha,” he stated.
“Are…Is that your name?” Kagome asked, surprised how open this man, no, demon
was being toward her. Demons or the ones that lived in the fortress weren’t
nearly as animated as this one, “You are odd,” her blue eyes narrowed in
confusion.
“Yeah, that is true. I told you mine. What is yours, woman of Sesshomaru?”
Inuyasha grinned, tightening his grip upon her forearm.
Was he toying with her? Her eyes widened, “If I tell you will you let me go?”
“Let’s find out,” He said, toying with her free flowing hair. Kagome narrowed
her eyes, lowering her gaze and jerking her head away from his hand, “Kagome,”
she finally spoke softly.
“Kagome,” Inuyasha allowed the syllables roll from his tongue, “Stupid name,”
his golden eyes quirked in a confused manner.
Kagome growled and yanked her arm free, “Oh and ‘Inuyasha’ is any better. Just
leave me alone.” She rounded the corner around the hedge, heading in the wrong
direction.
“Wrong direction, Sesshomaru’s girl,” He nearly shouted, crossing his arms over
his chest, “Keh,” He shook his head, watching her drift past the entrance once
more to head in the right direction. The Hanyou launched himself into the tree
line, following her through the canopies. Never once did she notice him. He was
glad, for Inuyasha didn’t feel like dealing with her angry shouting anymore.
Pausing just before the fortress, he watched her trail up the path toward the
pleasure quarters. This girl was Sesshomaru’s female? It didn’t make sense to
him. She was innocent, and Sesshomaru never laid claim on any woman, especially
not a human. Inuyasha’s interests were ignited. He would get to the bottom of
this. There had to be malicious intent behind his brother’s actions. This girl
had no idea, and he was willing to bet that the entire population in these
fortress walls believed his prude brother was, indeed, fucking this girl.
“What a waste,” Inuyasha said to himself, watching her shut the sliding door to
the bath house.
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Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading!
     -Aiko
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Chapter 4
     Disclaimer: I own nothing!
     Warnings: Mature content, lemons in future chapters; this story is
     rated MA for a reason. Please, if you are under the age of 18 proceed
     with caution. Thank you!
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Miu gripped the silken material wrapped around the mid-section of the young
courtesan standing steadily before her. Yanking the strands, she tightened it
near the kimono’s mid-section just tight enough to show off her small waist.
Kagome let out a grunt of displeasure, feeling a tight pinch upon the flesh
around her stomach. The material was becoming dangerously tight, creating
discomfort. Glancing over her shoulder, she gripped her raven, black hair and
allowed it to cascade over her shoulder.
“Is this necessary?” Kagome asked the girl, glancing over her shoulder meeting
the other courtesan’s eyes.
“You don’t want it to loosen, right? I wouldn’t look good if I didn’t tighten
it,” Miu said softly, placing her hands upon her own waist, “Are you feeling
faint?”
Kagome shook her head, “Not at the moment. I cannot guarantee anything later,”
She smiled softly.
Miu shook her head, “Just keep your mind on something positive.”
“That would be?” The raven haired girl asked.
“The evening when we ready for bed and we have only our mind to contend with,”
A sad smile formed upon her lips.
Miu had been acting quite normal even though so much had happened to her since
her arrival. Izayoi had kept the girl close, allowed her to heal from her
ordeal, but that was about all the sympathy she received from the cold woman.
Kagome was so happy to see a smile back on her lips. She knew that sticking
close to her new friend would only allow her to heal that much quicker, giving
her a sense of security, which she knew she needed. Miu needed to mend her mind
most of all. She prayed to god that the sweet hearted girl could break through
this cloud of darkness someday in the future.
The very thought of one male’s decision to scar her forever, made her blood
boil with anger. How could someone be so damn cruel? Daichi. That was what was
being whispered among the women. Some had experienced the demon themselves,
which didn’t ease Kagome’s mind in the slightest. Honestly, the very name
tested on her tongue sent chills down her spine. Never had she seen this demon,
nor did she have the desire to meet him. It would most likely mean something
along those lines happening to her as well. Respect didn’t seem to register for
that particular male.
The sliding door was open, allowing the soft breeze to drift in, cooling her
off. Miu had just finished putting up her hearty hair, combing it and clipping
it in an extravagant design. She had to hand it to the girl; she was fabulous
with the comb. Sora had been in and out, providing her choices for her hair
pieces, which she accepted graciously. Sora was a demoness with grace and much
respect, barely offering her advice. Even though Kagome enjoyed the fact that
her attendant didn’t always speak her mind, she didn’t wish her opinions to be
candy coated either. That was where Miu came in, thank gods.
Leaning in she shifted her curious blue eyes, just as Miu slipped away, putting
away all the cosmetics. Kagome glanced up in the trees, sifting her eyes
through the spanning canopies. A frown formed on her perfectly painted lips
before she turned her attention back to the younger girl now seating upon a
small cushioned bench. Without a word, the raven haired woman slowly stood and
stepped closer to the open door, to make a better assessment of their
surroundings.
“What are you doing?” Miu asked, tilting her head to the side, allowing her
confused gaze to glide in the same direction. The hazel orbs scanned the
dangling branches, a little taken back by her friend’s odd behavior. No, she
wasn’t losing her mind.
“I am just checking,” Kagome crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her
lips, stepping back inside.
There was a small pause on Miu’s behalf, but then her eyes widened and then she
began to nod her head with a smile on her face. She then began to chuckle
softly, placing a hand over her mouth. With a quick nod she responded, “I see
now, you are looking for the young lord.”
Kagome sucked in a deep breath and popped out her hip, glaring directly at Miu,
“This isn’t funny. I truly feel bombarded. I know he comes at this time of the
day. I don’t know what, god awful, trouble he is getting into all other hours
of the day,” The young girl muttered under her breath.
Miu chuckled again, “I think you have an admirer.” Her lashes batted
obnoxiously.
“Admirer? He is a stalker, Miu. I don’t understand it. I met him once. All the
other ‘meetings’ consist of him spying on me from the tree tops, I mean
honestly?” Allowing her arms to drop at her side, Kagome moved from view and
threw up her arms.
“How did he come to meet you again?” Miu asked, folding her arms over her
stomach and curling her legs up to her chest.
“I was taking a walk around the gardens and he happened to come out of nowhere,
really.” Kagome explained, reaching up to touch her perfectly placed hair,
which lay in intricate designs upon her head. A soft blush came to her cheeks
thinking about that particular event. That moment that water licked a path over
the rippling rocks and she realized she wasn’t the only one present nearly sent
shivers down her spine. The silver haired lord that had emerged had been
extremely nude, and caught her trying to sneak away. She felt silly, completely
silly. No wonder he didn’t wish to give her the time of day. She acted like a
young child. But that wasn’t the point was it? The man called ‘Inuyasha’ was
the topic being discussed and here she was drifting her thoughts to the man she
was supposedly sharing a bed with.
With a sigh, Kagome reached up and touched a soft puff of raven hair upon her
head, realizing she had no ornaments to display in her lovely locks.
Miu watched her with sudden curiosity, glancing around upon the vanity in
search for the box that Sora had brought earlier. Beside the powder, Miu opened
the cherry wood box and gripped a few pins that were the color of pure amber.
With beautiful tips, each one looked like a lovely bloomed flower. Standing up,
the young woman stepped closer to her new friend and helped her slip the pins
deep in the shiny locks, accenting her beauty even further.
“You blush,” a pair of hazel eyes watched her curiously as she traced her raven
haired friend’s jaw line to lift her chin, “You have an interest in this man?”
Kagome’s red lips parted and a soft grunt of displease instantly escaped as she
dropped back upon her rear end shaking her head without another thought, “Oh
gosh, Miu, no I have absolutely no interest in that … that demon-man,” her
perfectly manicured nails glided over her reddening cheeks as she pursed her
lips absolutely horrified that her thoughts, which were actually lingering on
the naked son of the Daimyo, had been mistaken for the wrong male.
“You are so silly,” Miu began to laugh; “You act like a little virgin blushing
like that, Kagome. You are so shy.”
“I am no virgin,” She instantly came to her defense, suddenly feeling silly for
being so quick to react.
Kagome turned her head away, pretending to look for her shoes. She knew full
well that they were just outside the door, but the conversation was becoming
too uncomfortable. Yes, she was still a virgin. She was the virgin concubine of
the Lord Sesshomaru. Only once had his claw nearly touched her bare privates,
and even then it wasn’t truly wanted. The man was as cold as ice. No, he was no
man, he was a demon. Demons seemed to act differently. They acted, usually, on
their own personal gain. The only demon in which showed any sort of normal
human emotion was the Daimyo himself, and that assessment was based on the few
occasions she had met the man. She was but a silly human female, with nothing
of interest to the young lord. He barely spoke two words to her, let alone
provided her enough attention to want anything but a platonic relationship with
him. There was nothing that angered her more in this situation than being
ignored.
Most days she sat, played games, or dined with the ladies. There were so many
in the house. Many were new, some were experienced. Speaking with ladies grew
tiresome, not that she had many conversations because most didn’t care to get
to know her because of her rank and how quickly she obtained it. So now she was
bored, bored with everything this fortress had to offer her. It wasn’t a life
she wished to live. She wished for stimulation. Ever since her encounter with
Sesshomaru, Kagome had been keeping away from the gardens, fearful that she
would run into him once again. Then there was a small part of her that wished
that he would come into her rooms at night and put her out of her misery, by
stripping her of her kimono and deflowering her. It would at least add some
spice to her life, right, or would she come to regret it. Her mind grew tired
of this guessing game.
Kagome’s eyes narrowed as she opened a sliding door on the opposite side of the
room, gripping her wooden sandals and placing them at the other entrance,
slipping each dainty foot into place. What did that Sesshomaru do every day?
Did he have other women that he kept here? She was too nervous to ask. Most of
the women knew the men who called on them like the back of their hand. She
didn’t wish to make a fool of herself, nor did she feel as comfortable to ask
such a question about his sex life. Gods only knew she barely saw the guy. He
was like the wind. She lifted her chin and closed her eyes, allowing the soft
breeze to brush over her small frame. Taking a deep breath, Kagome tried to
release her tension.
The girl stood silently upon the deck, completely unaware of the figure
climbing the thick branches of the trees. His clawed hands gripped the bark,
readying to leap down toward the deck in her direction. Two sharp clawed bare
feet landed almost silently upon the wooden deck spanning the length of the
courtesan house. The figure leaned down and sat quietly upon the steps,
glancing over his shoulder as the raven haired courtesan stood with her eyes
closed. Not one tremor to alert her. A grin formed on his lips as his white
ears twitched with interest.
Stupid Human…
“You are a terrible liar,” The white haired man said from the steps. Her wide
blue eyes snapped open and zeroed in on the twitching ears of the hanyou.
Narrowing them, Kagome crossed her arms over her chest. So, he finally decided
to come down from his perch and actually show himself. Spying in the high tree
tops was becoming tiring.
“Wh-what?” She asked with attitude, placing her hands upon her hips.
Inuyasha craned his neck, allowing his golden eyes to skim the darkness within
the house. He took note of the small courtesan seated not far from the duo,
most likely listening to everything being said at that moment. He wasn’t here
to cause trouble for her amongst the other women. He knew how it was for the
females. One moment they could be friends, the next moment enemies, especially
when it came to attention and gifts. There was something different about
Kagome. He saw it in her eyes the moment he saw her. She had dignity, self-
respect. Most of the females he had been around majority of his life allowed
that to wash away, being replaced by eye-liner, rouge, and jewels. Money was
important to most whores, spreading their legs to the most important man in the
fortress to obtain their deepest desires to fill their miserable voids. This
one, he could grow to respect, plus it was too much fun to mess with her. She
reacted perfectly. He then changed directions, forming a sneer upon his face to
continue his part.
“You are better than them,” The man said, pulling a pouch of sweet treats from
his kimono and popped a few in his mouth, chewing as he allowed his bold eyes
to skim over her once more.
“You are an odd, demon, you know that? First you are god awful, then offering
compliments? You know, I don’t like what you have been doing. Jumping around
like a wild beast,” Kagome leaned in and pointed a finger at him, glancing over
her shoulder making sure Miu wasn’t listening, “Plus, that topic is none of
your concern. Keep your nose out of it.” She snapped in a soft whisper.
Inuyasha glanced over his shoulder once again, flicked his eyes over her small,
angry figure and grunted, “I suppose I shouldn’t be blatantly honest when there
are eyes and ears all over. Keep one thing in mind, female, the demon nose can
tell a lot about a female.” He warned, standing as he popped a few sweetened
candies into his awaiting mouth.
Kagome swallowed hard and glanced nervously over her shoulder, “Soon that won’t
be a problem,”
The white haired male before her chuckled as he scratched the top of his head,
“No, Sesshomaru isn’t interested in silly human females,” A smirk formed on his
lips and once again those sharp canines were visible, “Your current physical
‘statues’ will forever be the same.” Inuyasha then paused as he licked his
teeth, “Of course, this is a way…,” He stepped up upon the highest step and
approached her, stroking his chin with his clawed hands. Those amber eyes were
filled with interest as if a light bulb had went off on his brain.
Kagome pursed her lips and took a small step back, “A way?” Her blue eyes slid
back inside the home, taking note that Miu had yet to come outside to make sure
everything was, indeed, just fine.
“Yes,” he said, dropping his fists to his sides as he took a step closer,
lifting a hand and wiggling an index finger in her direction, trying to get her
to creep forward.
The young girl’s dark brows knitted with confusion, not entirely such if she
should approach him. If he knew a way to charm this cold demon lord, she was
honestly curious about this idea. Sliding one of her feet back, she leaned in
just slightly as he moved in. His lips parted and as she drew even closer.
Inuyasha slipped in close as he reached out his clawed hand to grip the
material of her kimono and yanked her in. Kagome gasped, stumbled forward and
swallowed hard as he drew in closer. Inuyasha cupped the back of her neck,
yanking her close as he whispered into her ear. The soft tickle of his breath
upon the shell of her ear caused her small frame to shutter, yet stand as still
as a statue.
“I…,” He paused, placing a palm to her shoulder, “I could fix this issue. That
way, no one would even know who was there first… I am sure Sesshomaru wouldn’t
mind, ne?” He grinned, allowing his tongue to escape between his lips and dart
out to drag a trail up the shell of her ear.
Kagome nearly shouted out with anger, raising a hand to slap the male across
his smug face, “Are you insane? I should have known better.” With that she
turned upon her heel and marched into the sitting room, picking up a stone
statue, most likely the first thing to come in her line of vision. Her small
hand gripped the neck of the figure as she approached the chuckling demon.
His amber eyes opened just as he calmed his erratic laughter to see this female
steadying her arm to thrust this heavy object, no doubt, at his face.
Inuyasha’s laughter ceased entirely. With a loud grunt on the raven haired
females behave; the stone was tossed in the air with force, flying directly at
the hanyou.
“Get out of here, you foul demon.” She screamed, causing Miu to throw up her
hands and rush to her aid. Her friend’s soft, yet frantic words didn’t even
reach her ears. The white haired male jumped high into the air, flipping as he
did so and fell directly upon the balls of his feet without even an unturned
hair. A grin settled back upon his lips as he crouched.
“What is going on?” Miu asked, placing her hands into her hair.
With wide hazel eyes, she called to Kagome over and over, trying to get her
attention, which all her curses and shouts drowned out Miu’s pleads as the
raven haired girl chased after the hanyou. She was also oblivious to the fact
that she had gained an audience.
Many of the court courtesans slipped from their rooms, opened the windows and
doors watching as the small girl chased after this white haired demon. It was
no used of course. The male was obviously were adapt for this type of thing and
the human didn’t have the training, nor stamina to keep up. Nearly out of
breath and unable to curse any more, Kagome tripped over the hem of her new
kimono, falling upon her stomach. Glancing up, a pair of clawed feet landed
directly in front of her, wiggling his toes in the process.
“Inuyasha,” A bombarding feminine voice echoed across the yard without fail.
His tightened fist eased as those entertained, golden eyes slipped up to answer
to who had called him out among the spectators. Kagome wiped her hand across
his face, brushing aside her beaded pins as she sat upon her rear end and
glanced in his direction, just as curious as the young male.
“What in god’s name are you doing?” Izayoi asked, stepping with intent down the
stair case and followed the stones placed along to path toward the two fighting
youths.
“Mother,” He merely stated as he crossed his arms over his tight chest,
assuming a defensive stance.
Mother?
Kagome’s blue eyes widened in shock as she scanned back toward the man called
Inuyasha. This man had no point in her life, but insisted on causing her
nothing but trouble and irritation these past few days. None of that mattered
at the moment. What she was most curious about was why she didn’t realize that
this terrible creature was the beautiful Izayoi’s son.
“Are you going to answer me?” Izayoi asked, glaring down at the heap-of-a-mess
named Kagome, with her mouth open in shock, “Close your mouth, girl, you look
like a fool.”
“I just let her out of her cage, giving her a little exercise. Your whores are
becoming awfully fat these days, mother.” Inuyasha chuckled; enjoying the
pitiful deer-in-headlights look on the girl’s confused face. Within moments a
look of pure hatred formed in those lovely eyes, a flame he enjoyed immensely.
“Your father will hear about your tormenting. It will stop now, or so help me…”
“What, you will lock me in my rooms. I must say, mother that became a tiring
game when I was about nine and hasn’t worked since. I was having some fun is
all. They are all for use, yes?” His palms extended as he glanced down in the
direction of the fiery tart forcing herself off the ground, looking as if she
wished to slam her fist into his face.
“Not this one, find another.” His mother’s dark eyes challenged him once again,
“You know very well that she belongs to your brother,” the woman said, pointing
in the direction of the baffled girl.
Inuyasha chuckled and placed a hand upon his stomach, “Yes, she belongs to him.
The virgin lord with no interest at all in the soft pleasures this house has to
offer,” His eyes darted to the feminine girl, now crossing her arms across her
chest as if to hide herself from his intrusive stare.
“I hate to ruin things for you, but I am not interested in you what so ever.”
Kagome sneered.
“Don’t kid yourself, female. I am only interested in what is between those
pretty thighs,” Kagome gasped and lashed out to strike, yet was snatched by the
collar by the older woman.
“Leave now, before I call upon your father to deal with you. I will not have
you continuing on this way while we have many eyes and ears on us. She is for
your brother to deal with, until he casts her off you will not so much as place
a finger upon her.” Izayoi warned, shooing him off. With one quick growl, the
white haired Hanyou slipped off into the trees making himself visible no
longer.
Izayoi keep her eyes on the soft brush of the tree scape and once she knew they
were alone, she glanced in Kagome’s direction, narrowing those dark eyes upon
her, “I don’t know what you have done to get him to act this way, but it needs
to stop. You must remember who you belong to. My son is off limits to you. You
cannot have both.”
Kagome’s lips parted, dropping her arms at her side, “You are referring to me,
honestly? You did not just hear what he said, yes? Your son is a pig,
apparently.” Her blue eyes widened with distain. Skin slapped with skin as the
older woman’s hand collided with the soft flesh of the girl’s cheek. Kagome’s
neck snapped to the side upon impact. A hand cupped the injured cheek. She
didn’t even have to look up to know that everyone had just witnessed this
pathetic fight. Her ears instantly picked up on the soft whispers coming from
the sliding doors and open windows of the house. Miu was front and center with
a hand covering her mouth, completely appalled with how Lady Izayoi had handled
the entire situation.
“I should not be the one targeted for this, my lady,” Kagome whispered against
her hand, still hiding her teary blue eyes from her. She didn’t want to give
her the satisfaction.
“Give him no attention. He will lose interest and soon leave you be. I shall
inform Lord Sesshomaru that he has a hussy on his hands.” With that the woman
made her way back along the stepping stones toward the crowd of women, shooing
them off.
Miu, however, did not leave. Instead she rushed out toward the still form of
the young girl, still clutching her face. The cheek was aflame and reddened
from the impact. Lady Izayoi did not falter in her swing, what so ever.
“Kagome, this wasn’t your fault. You know this, right?” She asked, placing a
hand upon her friends shoulder.
Kagome glanced up, but then glared in the direction of the staring eyes of the
other courtesans, “You know I know that,” she merely stated without an ounce of
emotion, “I am not scared of that silver haired demon lord. I do not care if
she goes and tells him how I truly feel. This was not my fault. I do not
understand her hatred of me, but it is getting tiresome.”
Miu pursed her lips, allowing them to part as a soft breath escaped, “She is
obviously jealous. Can you not see that?”
Kagome chuckled softly, allowing her hand to slip from her cheek, “She has
everything handed to her. What could she possibly be jealous about? I may have
the status, but I have no power.”
“The Daimyo had purchased you, that’s the reason for her actions. I didn’t tell
you, but I heard the others talking about it.” Miu’s hazel eyes brightened
slightly with amusement, “You see, they say the Lady has been uneasy since the
war broke out. The Daimyo hasn’t been himself since he had gone away from war.
He has been very doting to Lady Izayoi for many years, giving her a son and
everything. This time when he was away for months, apparently it was lonely for
him. They say that a lovely maiden had captured his attention when he went, but
the affair stopped after he returned. Seeing there was no one brought back with
him. My guess is he was afraid of her reaction to the affair and didn’t wish to
cause an issue. We all know Lady Izayoi is very high strong.”
“She is but a courtesan, high ranking or not, but a whore.” She said bluntly,
not caring at this moment, “ He is the Daimyo of the Western lands. Their
actions can honestly be questioned by a mere Courtesan?” Kagome countered,
glancing back up at the house to see that many disappeared and the windows were
now drawn shut.
“That is true, but she has a son with him. He treats her like more than a
courtesan,” Miu said softly, “Like a wife,”
Kagome let out a quick chuckle, running a hand over her destroyed hair, “I just
met that bastard son of hers,” She said aloud, shifting back to the topic of
Izayoi’s son.
“It was him?” Miu asked, not knowing much either, since she had arrived not
long after she had. Gossip was all they could go on here at court. Kagome
grunted her reply and placed her hands upon her hips.
“So, she is projecting this jealousy upon me?” Kagome asked, “I am just…I don’t
even care. What threat is a mere girl? She is a beautiful woman…look at me!”
She glanced down at her wrecked appearance.
“Stop, Kagome,” Miu scolded, “It is quite obvious to me, especially with the
way she leers at you. The Daimyo has never voiced an interest in you, right?
The purpose was for his son, yet she still is uneasy about you. You are a
pretty girl, Kagome, and young. Izayoi apparently found out it was a younger
girl, one so young that she could be the girl’s mother.”
“But what I don’t understand is our Daimyo visits the Okiya. They are
performers, yes, but I have seen a lot in the short time I stayed with them
after my family sold me,” Her jaw tightened, thinking, for the first time in
weeks, about her family. Pushing it from her mind the girl focused on the topic
being discussed, “How could she possibly allow him to visit such a place and
feel comfortable? Sexual favors happen even there.”
Miu shrugged, reaching out and gripping the sleeve of Kagome’s kimono. Pulling
softly, she nodded back to the house. Everyone was gone so, there wouldn’t be
prying eyes, or so she hoped, “It could be possible that Lady Izayoi doesn’t
know about every visit. Also, he is our Lord, who is she to tell him he cannot
go and get a drink? They are preforming women, women with the upmost respect,
or so it is said. And…she didn’t have to worry about that before. It has just
come to pass recently, so obviously it really touched on her insecurities.”
Miu’s lips pursed tightly, forcing herself to speak quickly before they drew
closer to sliding door, “They also say that the Daimyo hasn’t visited her bed
in a very long time, I heard months.” The raven haired woman nodded,
understanding now why she was so self-conscious.
Kagome began to follow, watching her dirty feet as they took tiny steps. Some
days she wished she could burn the silly wooden platform shoes and cut the
bottom part of her kimono completely off. Why did she have to constantly prep
herself as if she were attending a party with millions of guests? Her life
suddenly felt dull and all she could think about was running toward that stone
wall with Miu, climbing it and heading for the hills.
Stepping inside, Izayoi was barking orders at the small girls running around.
They unfortunately did majority of the tasks. Young women of the fortress
usually did hard labor with the other servants. Some of the pretty girls would
become courtesans as they grew, being trained by the other terrible women
within the fortress. Some of the unlucky ones were stuck at a low status,
beaten, barely given enough food to fill their bellies, and preformed hard
labor around the grounds with the rest. Izayoi turned, flipping her long black
hair over her shoulder, looked over Kagome’s dirty form once, and clicked her
tongue repeatedly.
Izayoi…
Kagome couldn’t feel sorry for the woman who had such ties to a power war lord
such as their Daimyo. When one was a courtesan, anything could happen to the
relationship formed with the men they served. Kagome had come to realize that
guarding ones heart in this game was very important. He was a demon, with many
years ahead of him and with the gift of staying young physically for years to
come. He was bound to allow his eyes to stray as years added up for Lady
Izayoi. She may be pretty still, but her young shine had waned over the years.
Kagome herself could see it in those tired brown eyes. Most young women would
do anything for money, if it would get them somewhere.
Many Geisha or Courtesans owed their houses a debt after being purchased, being
provided clothing, and cosmetics. It added up. Many women spoke about their
dreams of finding an Emperor or a rich lord who would sweep them off their feet
and take them away. Their Lord Daimyo was a handsome demon, with many servants
and plenty of money. He was a package that most young women would take a chance
on. She had seen it plenty of times at the Okiya, even if her visit was short
lived. Women threw themselves at rich and handsome lords. These high ranking
lords would travel long distances and stop in for a decanter of sake and
possibly a warm meal to share among his men. Women fought constantly over who
would be the first to bat their eyes at them, or who he would choose for a
personal visit. Some would discuss it as if it were their ticket out of their
own personal hell. She couldn’t blame any of the women sold into such a life.
“Coin spent on you is pointless,” Her voice was dripping with venom, “You have
ruined another kimono. You are not courtesan material. I do not understand what
my lord was thinking.” She shook her head, taking a pipe and placing it between
her lips as she lit it. Her red rose petal lips, pressed against the golden
piece at the tip, allowing only a soft wisp of smoke to escape as her dark eyes
took in the pathetic form of the young female before her.
“I’ll get her cleaned up, my lady,” Miu said softly, reaching for Kagome’s
hand.
“I assume so,” Izayoi placed the tip of her pipe back in her mouth briefly
before speaking once again, “Miu, you must better prepare yourself. I wish to
get you back out to attending dinners when we have guests. You are a pretty
girl, whose youth cannot be wasted sulking around in the house all day and
night. What was the point of your purchase if you don’t do your job?” Those
brown eyes filled with hatred as they slithered back to Kagome. Up turning her
nose she opened the sliding door and slammed it shut.
Miu bit her lower lip and looked down at her plain Kimono. It was true; she had
no desire to show her face. She was terrified. The young girl didn’t wish to
have another experience as she did with that cruel male. The act was painful,
unappealing, and made her feel self-conscious about herself. The very thought
of laying on her back and accepting another man so intimately like that again
nearly brought bile up her throat.
“I’m sorry, Miu. She is just angry with me,” Kagome whispered, tightening her
hold on her hand, “Let’s go. I think we can both use a bath. I will do your
hair and make-up.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around her and heading to
their rooms to obtain oils, and cloth for the bathhouse.
…oOoOoOo…
Chirping birds fluttered across the stone terrain just outside the young lord’s
chambers. With his chin propped upon the lowly placed table, he looked out,
bored with the day’s events. His amber eyes flickered across the ridges racked
into the pebbles, and then to the grounds men who worked night and day to keep
the lands clean and presentable. It was too calm, too quiet in the fortress.
Why must they continue staying here? When would the Emperor call them to battle
once again? It had been far too long since his sword had felt the flesh of his
foe. His inner demonic aura wished, no, craved the scent of blood.
“Are you listening to me?” The Daimyo’s gruff voice sliced through the silence.
“No, I am not,” His silver haired son responded, shifting his eyes toward his
old man and raised a brow, “Why must we continue on here, waiting for orders?
If you were to just send word to the Emperor, he would understand completely.
It is far too quiet. That pathetic excuse for a demon lord is scheming. I know
this.” Sesshomaru said blandly, reaching up to comb his sharp claws through his
shining locks of hair.
“I will not. The Emperor has already made it clear that we were to pull out.
Until he needs my assistance again, I will not intervene.” The demon lord
responded, swiping up his sake bowl and taking a sip.
“You know just as well as I that Lord Naraku isn’t one to just pull back, roll
over, and surrender. He is scheming. When someone makes his life goal to obtain
the title of ‘Emperor’, one doesn’t give up easily and disappear unless he is
regrouping, nor would he give up so easily. I am willing to bet that before the
end of the month there will be an attack, but closer to home, either that, or
on our front door. Naraku despises you. ” Sesshomaru sneered, crossing his arms
over his chest and resumed his sulking stare out upon the terrain.
“I dare that hanyou to try something so asinine.” Inutaisho bared his teeth,
pouring yet another for himself, “But that is not why I have brought you here.
You keep dodging my question, why is that?” Reaching his arm across the table,
he poured warm sake into his son’s empty bowl, nodding toward the perfectly
crafted item.
Sesshomaru sucked in a deep breath and rested his chin back into his palm,
drumming his claws upon his cheek. Shifting his golden eyes toward his father,
he remained silent for only a moment more, “Why are you so curious?”
The Daimyo began to grin, tilting his head back and swallowing the warm
substance quickly. His tongue dipped out, wetting his lips before he spoke,
“You have never shown interest in females before. I wish to know if she is
pleasing you. I am curious of your preference,” His sharp nail tapped upon the
edge of his sake bowl.
Sesshomaru’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly before he responded, “Why exactly
do you wish to know, father? Do you wish to know that, I sneak into her rooms
in the middle of the night and throw her over a dresser, taking her from
behind? She is a female. Aren’t they good for one thing? Why is this topic so
interesting to you? You have had plenty, and experienced different types. What
can I say, she is a human. There isn’t anything interesting about her.”
An image of her flashed into his mind. Those expressive, almond shaped eyes,
her soft parting lips, and the sight of her trembling figure under his claws as
he had backed her into a corner and scared her nearly to death. Her blue eyes
brush through his mind, remembering how they had widened in shock. She was
innocent, just as innocent as he in the ways of physical pleasure. That soft
scent continued to tantalize his mind without physically being present, egging
his demonic aura, but still he did not budging even though the scent had
tempted his darker side.
“You haven’t had her, haven’t you?” Inutaisho asked, looking up at his son
through his thick lashes.
Sesshomaru glared directly at his father, “She is innocent. Plus, her human
stank is too much for me to handle.”
“Oh, that is a load of shit,” Inutaisho nearly shouted, taking another shot for
himself. His brows rose together in shock, “I cannot believe you are my son,
still as innocent as a day old pup. When are you going to stop acting like a
female and claim something, for god sakes?” His father made a rude noise and
shook his head.
“It is none of your concern.” Sesshomaru snapped.
“I spent money on the girl, hoping that my intuition was right. You were
looking that night. It was different.” He chuckled, reaching out and slapping
his son’s shoulder, causing his chin to fall from his propped up palm.
Sesshomaru bared his teeth and flared his nostrils.
“Well, I am sorry to burst your bubble, but your intuition is way off, father.
The girl was merely a tool. You money was terribly spent.” His glared at the
Daimyo with a look of distaste, “Never have I once even pondered the thought of
what lie under her kimono.”
“She is your pawn? Is that why you insist on carrying this out?” His father’s
matching amber eyes narrowed in anger.
“It has nothing to do with her, father. I do not wish to discuss it.”
“Then I shall sell her, either that or release her from you pathetic torment.
Her innocents should not be wasted on you,” He pointed his clawed index finger
directly at his son’s cold feature.
“You will take away a gift? She is mine to do with as I see fit. I will pay you
for her, if that will ease your mind.” Sesshomaru lifted his palm, inspecting
his claws.
“Why go through that much trouble, if you don’t intend on being with her? She
is a courtesan, not a piece of clothing. She needs attention, time… if you
cannot provide it, then you should not even call her your own. It is pointless.
There is someone you do not wish to have her then?”
His son’s amber eyes flashed up to meet the identical pair, but lowered almost
instantly. He didn’t wish to respond. That wasn’t his business. Plus, his
father would only further protect Jiro even if he were to find out his little
game.
“You’re really pathetic,” The Daimyo leaned back and crossed his arms over his
strong, muscular chest.
“Stop acting like you have never pursued something with the intent of having it
so the other could not.”
Inutaisho closed his lips instantly, knowing well that he had, indeed, taken
beautiful woman before any other man could have her, and he did so selfishly,
“How long will this game last before you release her from this? I am assuming
she knows you want nothing to do with her.”
“Hn,” He grunted, finally leaning toward the table and pressing the rim of his
sake bowl to his lips, “As long as it takes. Jiro doesn’t seem to be letting
up,” a rare smirk formed on his lips, “After that, I will sell her to the
pleasure district.” He said without being fazed.
Inutaisho should have known. Sesshomaru despised one of his many high ranking
advisors, and with Jiro’s actions and words about the young woman that very
night it should have stuck out more to him in the end. Of course he had
dismissed it because the one thing that was important to him was seeing his son
act like a normal young man, proving he could interact normally. He had hoped
that his son would inherit some of his outgoing personality, but as he
continued on it seemed he had not. Instead he had remained secluded and
preferred this solitude over social gatherings. It truly bothered the Daimyo.
“Jiro, huh?” Inutaisho grunted in response, “Well, you aren’t being convincing
with this courtesan. Sooner or later, Jiro will realize you aren’t sleeping
with her and he will make you a laughing stock.” He warned.
“How could he possibly find that out?” Sesshomaru glanced up, now curious.
“The girl spends all her time in the courtesan courters. The other females must
know you are absent. If anything, you had her once and grew bored with her. It
has to be obvious on her end as well. Courtesans talk to their suitors. The
word will spread. You should purse the girl, or rid of her. Your childish need
to dominant him is rather unbecoming in a future daimyo. Give him his favorite
toy back and be done with it. The only thing you have going for you is the fact
that he is human and cannot scent her innocence. All it takes is for one person
to scent it and open their mouth.” His father spoke freely, knowing how
unhealthy his son’s thinking process was.
Sesshomaru quickly stood, stepping out upon the wooden deck. The Daimyo watched
as his son slipped on his shoes and quickly departed without another word.
Their conversation was over. There was no reasoning with Sesshomaru when he had
established where he stood in the conversation. He didn’t wish to speak about
the courtesan or Jiro. His goal was simply to put Jiro in his place, he
understood that, but it was over a female. It would be one thing if Sesshomaru
was, indeed, fucking the girl, but the fact of the matter was he wasn’t. His
son was just as innocent as she. If his men found out this out, Sesshomaru
wasn’t going to be pleased with the shock wave that would hit his social
standing.
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“Lord Toshi was most pleasant.”
“Pleasant? He constantly talked about himself, nearly bored me to death,”
Another spoke, soft giggles echoed through the bath house.
“The man barely spoke. There wasn’t time for words. He had my kimono ripped
from my body before I could greet him,” the women began to giggle obnoxiously,
splashing around in their basins of water.
“The Daimyo sent this old man to me the other day. Apparently he was an advisor
to the Daimyo of the East. Cane and all, the man came in looking for ‘women and
sake’, is how he put it.”
“And?” one giggled, asking none too quietly.
“It was surprisingly pleasant,” The young woman said.
All the women gasped, or groaned in disgust. How could someone admit to that?
“Oh my goodness and you admit it!”
“Well, he was good with his tongue. All I had to do was pretend it was the
Daimyo himself, took me less than thirty seconds.” A belt of laughter echoed
once again throughout the bath house.
Kagome gripped her washing cloth and swiped it under each arm pit. Her cheeks
were bright red, not just from the steam but from the terrible gossip burning
her ears. How could women be this open about their sexual experiences? Miu
leaned in and took a sponge to her back, rubbing it in a circular motion and
applying scented oils.
“Will you do the same to my back? I have lavender scent on you, is that
alright?” Kagome’s eyes were focused on the stones under her feet as she
listened to a woman explain how she brought someone to climax with her own
tongue and mouth.
“Kagome?” Miu leaned in, glancing over her shoulder, taking notice that all the
women in the bath house were the courtesans of their household, and they
weren’t being quiet.
Kagome lifted her blue eyes, her lips parted as she finally realized Miu had
been trying to obtain her attention for a while, “I’m sorry, I must have been
spacing out,” she smiled softly.
“Will you apply the lavender oil to my back?” The blonde asked again softly,
holding out a fresh sponge.
“Of course,” Kagome said, dropping her hands from her exposed breasts and
applied oil to her sponge, rubbing it into Miu’s flesh.
“They do not seem to mind who hears them,” Miu said softly over her damp
shoulder and into her ear, giggling like a child.
“No, it doesn’t seem so,” The raven haired girl nodded in agreement, glancing
over her shoulder to get a look at the group.
Each woman was many years older than the duo. They were all beautiful, none the
less, even when they were stripped of their make-up. Nude and unfazed by the
numerous eyes on them, each woman stood or sat as they washed. Voluptuous and
fully breasted, each one had their differences. Kagome even took note that some
had the evidence of childbirth, which she supposed was the consequence of their
job title. One of the younger, yet possibly a few years older than Kagome, with
plenty of spice to back her up, was staring directly upon her. Her cat eyes
zone in, grinning with pleasure upon seeing her among those near the massive
group.
“It is Lord Sesshomaru’s courtesan,” She finally said, dabbing a warm cloth to
her neck.
All the women ceased to speak and turned their attention to the two girls in
the opposite corner. Kagome felt very nude, literally. Almost instantly she
covered her breasts from their wandering eyes and sat up straight. Her stomach
went sour and within a second she just wished she could disappear.
“Girl, what is your name again?” She asked.
“Kagome,” Her blue eyes widened as she forced herself to speak. Surprisingly
she spoke quicker than she originally thought she would, and loud enough to
hear.
“I’m Chiyo,” She said softly, placing her perfectly manicured hand between her
breasts for emphasis. With that, Kagome merely nodded, offering her a small
smile. Chiyo then smiled, flashing her perfectly straight pearly whites,
covered her lips with her hand and leaned in to speak to the woman beside her.
Her hand covered her mouth, yet her eyes remained upon the small form of
Kagome. It was obvious who the two were speaking about. The woman called
‘Chiyo’ was also intentionally being obvious.
Allowing her hand to drop, Chiyo chuckled softly as did the other woman.
Lifting her chin high in the air and keeping her dark, almond shaped eyes on
her; she leaned in as if she were going to speak. Allowing her fingertips to
drum on her lips she finally spoke, “How does the young lord fair these days,
Kagome?”
All the women kept quiet, staring directly at the one being questioned, “He… he
is busy. He is the son of the Daimyo, of course.” Kagome shrugged her
shoulders, feeling as if she had a magnifying glass overtop of her. With that,
her cheeks began to redden deeper, along with the tips of her ears. She was
embarrassed. Miu placed her chin upon her own shoulder, sticking close to
Kagome for support.
“Yes, indeed he is,” Chiyo acted surprised, winking at one of the other women.
She was making fun of her. That much was apparent, “As you have heard, many of
us like to share how men fair in bed. I am sure you have had your fair share of
experiences with Lord Sesshomaru, yes?”
Kagome felt her mouth go dry, as her lips parted. She felt like the very air
was being thrust from her lungs, without her control. They weren’t going there,
were they? She knew nothing on how to please a man. She supposed she could lie,
and repeat some of the stories, but switching up where they took place. Her
face turned redder than usual, and with that Chiyo seemed even more interested.
“Tell me, Kagome, how big is Lord Sesshomaru’s cock?” She placed an index
finger upon her lips and grinned almost evilly.
Kagome’s lips dropped open a little further. A nervous hand went up, brushing a
few wet strands of hair away from her face, “Um, you want me…to show you, or…?”
She asked meekly.
The woman all burst out into laughter. Many doubled over, holding their
stomachs. Chiyo merely stared with an enthused expression and shrugged,
“Whatever you wish, my dear.” She then chuckled.
What did they actually look like? Kagome thought back to a time when she had
walked down to the lake to bathe, and found boys from the village nude and
bathing in the water. Their small, limp penises weren’t a sight to behold.
Honestly, it had nearly had her in tears. To compare that to a grown man was
completely idiotic. They would most likely grow, right. She had often heard
that when a man was prepared to use a woman, they hardened, which would mean
they would grow, right? She hadn’t once seen a grown man’s penis. Her finger
trembled as her brain began to spin. Kagome licked her lips and held out her
hands, hoping it wasn’t too small or too big of a guess. She didn’t wish to
make a fool out of a man’s private parts without even seeing them.
Each woman tilted their head to the side, yet stayed quiet. Chiyo tapped her
fingers upon her lips, but then grinned, “Well, he isn’t small now is he?” She
chuckled, “I wonder if he is thick?”
Kagome sucked in a breath, allowing her hands to drop back into her lap,
“Well?” Chiyo asked. The blue eyed courtesan offered a soft grin and nodded.
“He is blessed…Chiyo.” Kagome said almost softly.
The entire group of women nodded in agreement, some giggled speaking amongst
themselves. Kagome honestly hope that Chiyo wasn’t playing a sad game with her,
which ended in her already having slept with the son of the Daimyo and hold out
to destroy her in front of all these women.
“I would say so,” She licked her teeth, “So, what do you do to keep a young
lord? You must have a secret?”
“She is a small girl, she must know how to do acrobatics,” One woman said
loudly, drawing out a roar of laughter.
“I…I don’t know. I am sure anyone could do it.” Kagome said softly, smoothing
her hands over her naked thigh, yet turning to hide her small breasts from
view, “There must be something,” She shrugged, suddenly feeling she was
drowning.
“Yes, Kagome, we honestly want to know what it is you do to keep him coming
back. What you did to get such a title? You were at that Okiya, right? They
must have taught you something?”
“Um,” She swallowed hard, and then forced herself to speak, “I would say he
taught me a thing or two. I was a virgin when Lord Sesshomaru came to my bed.”
Kagome lowered her eyes, suddenly nervous as all the women stared without even
a word or noise.
“I see, what would the young lord think about the love triangle you have going
on?” Chiyo reached up and twisted her hair, forcing water droplets out of the
ends. Her almond eyes lifted to look over the young woman.
Miu’s brown knitted, glancing toward Kagome. Kagome’s blue eyes widened as what
was just said finally penetrated her ears.
“Love triangle?” She asked, blinking her lashes rapidly.
“Yes, aren’t you sleeping with Inuyasha, the hanyou?” Chiyo nodded, trying to
keep her laughter within her, “Isn’t that what the big fuss was about today?
What did Izayoi think about you having your way with both sons? I wonder if she
has a plans to seduce the Daimyo himself next.” Her lips pursed, as all the
women surrounding her chuckled, covering their mouths and whispering like silly
school aged girls.
Kagome thrust her hand in a basket, gripping a drying cloth and slipped it
around her petite frame and stood abruptly, “I think we are done here.” She
snapped.
“What?” Chiyo opened her hands and shrugged, “It was just a question. You did
get into a fight with him right outside for everyone to see. We figured it was
because you have been spending more time with the hanyou in the tree, creating
feelings of jealousy within the poor boy’s heart that you are Lord Sesshomaru’s
ultimately. Lovers quarrel?” She chuckled.
“No, I am not sleeping with Inuyasha. I am only Lord Sesshomaru’s. Do not
spread such foul lies.” She scolded; flashing her angry blue eyes in Chiyo’s
direction, “Good-bye,” leaning down; Kagome gripped her basket and stormed off.
Miu pulled a cloth around her small frame, picked up her own equipment and
rushed off, calling for her to slow her pace.
“Kagome, slow down!” Miu shouted looking around frantically hoping no one would
see them with barely anything covering their bodies.
“Kagome,” She whisper-shouted harshly, nearly shaking her basket, “Please,”
Kagome rushed up the steps of the courtesan house, slammed open the sliding
door and stepped inside, not stopping for anyone.
She threw her basket across the room and forced herself into the first seat she
could find, wanting nothing more than to give into her extreme anger and
embarrassment and scream at the top of her lungs. Her breathing was heavy,
making her lungs feel aflame. Scrubbing her hands against her face, Kagome was
trying desperately to keep her breathing under control as well as her cool.
Miu burst into Kagome’s room and dropped the basket, shifting her flimsy cloth
on her body as droplets of water pooled around her feet, “Kagome, we tracked
water the entire way in here, even down the hallway,” She said breathlessly,
closing her hazel eyes for a moment before stepping closer, “Don’t worry about
that woman, Kagome. We know the truth. Lord Sesshomaru will believe you. Not to
mention, demons have heightened senses, their nose can tell right away,” She
assured.
Kagome nodded, knowing full well that Sesshomaru would know, but he could care
less anyway. There wasn’t anything to hide. She hadn’t been touched by anyone,
so it wouldn’t be hard to figure out. She wasn’t worried about that silly lie.
What she was worried about was the reaction the other women were having to her
presence among the group. She hated being gossiped about, and she hated this
attention. This false title was a terrible thing to have. She wasn’t strong
enough to handle it, especially when she belonged to a man who could care less
about her statues among the others and didn’t back her up.
“They are courtesans, wishing to have a man of their own instead of having to
spread their legs for just about…anyone,” Miu forced herself to say, know she
was in the same position.
“Yes,” Kagome merely said, “Miu, I just cannot deal with this. It is me
against…everyone.” Her hands were lost in her hair, feeling completely lost and
completely pushed over the edge. Biting her lower lip, she forced herself to
speak, “I have never been, and don’t wish to be, with that pathetic jerk,
Inuyasha.” She nearly shouted.
Miu heard a soft creek from behind her. Turning, her wet hair flipped over her
shoulder. Her ears drowned out the loud rants coming from Kagome. A shadow
began to approach the room, once they closed in on the open door, Miu noticed
the gleam of silver hair as it tumbled across a beautifully crafted kimono. Her
arms instantly went over her breasts, even if they were already covered by a
cloth. Her wide hazel eyes shifted in Kagome’s direction, hearing her switch
between topics so rapidly.
“Kagome,” Miu said softly and with a nervous smile.
“Who could honestly believe such a pathetic thing? Did you see the look on her
face, Miu?” Kagome grunted, yet still hadn’t noticed the figure. She gripped
her towel and tore it from her body. It tumbled to a heap at her feet. Miu
lunged forward, and stuttered over her words. The raven haired female then
turned to her trunk, flipping it open and sifting through the silken materials,
“How many Kimonos does one girl need, honestly?” She screeched.
“Kagome,” Miu grew louder, gripping the towel and nearly tossing it upon
Kagome, who kept swatting it away and giving her an odd look. Still the figure
stood in silence and Kagome had yet to look up or acknowledge Miu at all.
“Aren’t you listening…Miu, I need a kimono, stop.” Kagome tossed the towel
aside, looking directly into Miu’s eyes with a look of confusion and then saw
the fear almost instantly. Her soft lips parted as she stood to full, naked
height.
“Kagome,” Miu said softly one last time, placing herself in front of her very
nude body to somewhat hide her from the amber eyes watching with their odd
coldness.
“What!?”
“Lord Sesshomaru is here,” Miu nodded over her shoulder, which Kagome slowly
allowed her blue eyes to slide across the floor boards, lifting and finally
meeting a pair of curious amber eyes staring directly at her and sliding the
entire length of her naked form.
Kagome gasped, “My Lord,” She whispered, covering herself with her hands,
standing as still as a statue.
“So,” He stated in a bored tone, “My brother has decided to amuse himself with
you?”
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Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for taking the time!
     -Aiko
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Pseudo Courtesan
     Chapter 5
     Warnings: Sexual Content: This story is meant for those 18 and older,
     please heed my warnings!
     Author’s Note: Sorry for the long absence. A long chain of bad luck
     hit us after moving and I haven’t had the chance to sit down to write
     until now, thank goodness. Everything has finally settled down, so I
     hope to update again soon! Thanks for your patients!
     ALSO… this isn’t beta read, so please forgive me for any mistakes. I
     am not perfect!
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Her fingers trembled as they brushed the soft tips of her pink nipples. Her
legs were slightly bent, trembling along with the rest of her nude form. Kagome
lowered her eyes to the goose pimpled swells of her naked breasts. Swallowing
hard, she slipped a cool arm across the length of her mounds, hiding the tips
and then trailed her free hand down the skin of her flat stomach, toward the
tight curls between her legs.
Narrowing her dark brows, Kagome dropped her head feeling completely without
control. So, Izayoi followed through with her threat. She went to Lord
Sesshomaru, claiming she was after not only the eldest son, but the younger as
well. Hopefully, if Sesshomaru had half a brain, he would realize that it was
false. She was as innocent as the day she had been born. She did not have an
inclination to captivate that foolish hanyou.
Come on; speak… what is wrong with you?
The burning stare of the youkai lord nearly had her on her knees, wishing to
seep through the floor and disappear. Why was he looking so hard upon her?
Could he turn his eyes away? No, of course he couldn’t, youkai weren’t ashamed
of nudity, from what she gathered anyway. On that note, why did he have to come
now, of all times?
“So, you wish to stay silent? Do not tell me that it is true. You honestly are
interested in that fool then?” Sesshomaru lifted a hand, straightening his own
attire as he waited for her response, never once taking his amber eyes from her
extremely naked form.
Kagome tapped her naked foot upon the floor boards, feeling heat rush to her
cheeks, “May I please dress before I answer any of your questions?” Her eyes
flickered, shifting upward to meet his cool gaze.
Sesshomaru’s amber eyes slithered toward Miu, who stood in complete awe. He
sucked in a slow breath and moved to the nearest seat, lowering himself, yet
keeping a watchful eye on the two women. Placing both clawed hands upon his
knees, he leaned back careful while keep himself well reserved.
“You,” He waved a hand, “may leave,” the demon lord said softly to the other
human courtesan.
Miu merely nodded, offered him a respectful bow and rushed off. Kagome had it
written all over her face. Her blue eyes darted off after Miu, wishing more
than anything that her friend could stay by her side while she was interrogated
by this cold individual. Releasing a soft breath, Kagome’s arm tightened around
her chest. Lifting her head high into the air, she pursed her lips before
speaking.
“That hanyou has been harassing me. There is absolutely no interest there.” The
young girl said, side glancing toward her discarded kimono.
“Lady Izayoi has it in her mind that you are looking to seduce her son. She has
taken it upon herself to seek me out. What irritates me about this situation is
she sought me out in order to reprimand me for your actions. If you must search
out a lover, do it discreetly. You are supposed to be my courtesan, instead you
are coming off like a back ally whore to all the other courtesans,” Sesshomaru
spoke calmly, raising his perfectly formed brow.
Kagome’s jaw dropped, “Excuse me, my lord, but I am no whore. I am a virgin,
just how you have left me. I have no intensions of sleeping with that pathetic
scoundrel. Lady Izayoi holds him on too high of a pedestal. If you want the
honest truth…,”
“I don’t care what the truth is regarding Izayoi’s opinion of that hanyou. I
don’t care to be here at all,” With that, his amber eyes held hers, sliding
down the length of her naked form, enjoying the scent of her fear, which
surrounded her like an aura do to her lack of clothing.
“Well, that is fantastic; now that we have settled this, please leave so I may
dress myself. I don’t currently understand the point of my nakedness. Unless
you find it pleasing,” She gritted her teeth, forcing out her words, “Pathetic,
so pathetic and confusing. Such a waste of a title,” Kagome rambled, reaching
to snatch up a kimono, allowing her arm to drop from her breasts.
Sesshomaru merely snorted, far from amused, “Interesting, you aren’t like
normal innocent girls. So eager to lose the thing most believe to be precious,”
He tilted his head slightly, most likely pretending to be somewhat interested,
“Here we are again, little female, do you desire this Sesshomaru-sama?” Her
mind quickly drifted back to their time in the gardens near the hot spring. Her
breath seeped quickly from her lungs, feeling like an elephant had sat directly
upon her rib cage.
“Questioning stares, whispers… What is my purpose?” Kagome began to grow
terribly uncomfortable with this little discussion. Here she stood nude and
chilled, wishing for nothing more than to gather her clothing and get dressed.
Then after she was done speaking, something changed in his eyes. They narrowed.
She glanced up and in one silent movement that demon lord had sped across the
room, standing before her. He loomed over her small form, eyeing her with such
distain. Flaring his nostrils just briefly, he reached out casually and gripped
her wrists, sharply yanking her close to his heated body. Gasping, Kagome
winced, not enjoying the sharp pain shooting through her arms, as his clawed
fingers bit into her soft flesh.
“What are you doing?” She asked, lifting her blue gaze to meet his questioning
look.
“Who have you told?” He asked.
“Who have I told?” Kagome gasped feeling his hand tighten, “What does that
mean?”
“I need to know if you have spoken to anyone about your innocence,” Sesshomaru
leaned in, inspecting her as if looking for any signs of untruth.
“I didn’t know it was supposed to be an …,” Kagome frantic blue eyes scanned
the surroundings of her room.
One loud snarl from her Lord, shook her from her almost scrambled thoughts.
This change of emotion shocked her more than anything, “I just need to know.
Who…have you told?” His face slowly eased back into the same emotional state
she was currently used to, absolutely no sign of torment, anger, fear.
“I… I haven’t told anyone. Who in their right mind speak of such things,
without being completely dimwitted? To be untouched by the one who owns you,
well, it is disgraceful. Not that I am completely unhappy, you have left me be,
but you aren’t just anyone, my lord. Many of the women become intrusive.
They…somehow believe…,”
A slice of his hand and Sesshomaru released her, silencing her where she stood,
“I care not what these other women think currently, or if they are intrusive.
You tell them what they want to hear,” Slowly he turned to the side, allowing
his honey colored eyes to scan her slim, nude form.
“I am a virgin,” Kagome whispered softly, slowly drifting her blue gaze up to
meet his, “What experience do I have? I barely understand it all, just vague
interpretations.” She shrugged her shoulders, glancing back toward her kimono.
“I’m sure you can think of something,” His gruff tone sent chills down her
spine, looking her directly in the eye, allowing his gaze to fall to her perk
breasts once again.
“Who are you afraid of?” Kagome narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, leaning
over and picking up her discarded kimono to press it to her breasts.
Sesshomaru’s upper lip twitched, keeping a loaming eye on here quick movements
to cover herself, “Afraid?” His tone darkened, “I fear nothing.”
“You are so keen on keeping our relationship under wraps. I was just curious,”
She licked her dry lips.
“Just keep your lips sealed, though, if you must, come up with something. That
is unless you wish me to take action, or perhaps allow Jiro to do the deed?”
Raising a brow, the young lord watched her a moment. Kagome instantly
shuddered, fearing nothing else. That man was the most vile she had ever come
in contact with. She had been extremely lucky to escape her attention.
“N-no…of course not, why…”
“Then do as I say,” Sesshomaru murmured, turning toward the door and
disappearing down the hall.
Miu rounded the corner, stepping into her room and closing the door. Kagome had
her kimono pressed tightly to her chest, almost glaring at her as she slipped
in. Miu’s sympathetic eyes watched her with curiosity.
“Were you listening in?” Kagome’s dark brow rose.
“No…of course not, are you alright? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Miu pressed a
hand to her breast, scanning her eyes over her friends form.
“No, I am just fine.” Kagome let out a slow breath and shook her head, “Izayoi
stirred up some trouble, but he knew nothing was amiss.”
“Of course he could, he is a youkai after all, an inu-youkai.” Miu added.
“I’m going to get dressed,” Kagome informed her, slipping the material around
her shoulders.
“I’ll be here if you need me,” the dark haired woman merely nodded her head,
turning her back and continued dressing herself.
…oOoOoOo…
 
Izayoi gripped her pipe, pressing it to her lips. She leaned back upon her
cushion, allowing her dark eyes to flicker across the candle lit table. Her
lover sat quiet. His muscular arms were draped across his knees, watching her
intently. Sake was warm, fresh and prepared for the pouring, yet no one touched
it just yet. The older courtesan parted her lips, toying with her loose strands
of brunette hair, which was beautifully cascading over her shoulder. Half
pulled back with an expensive jeweled comb. She breathed in, running her
fingers through it again. Tilting her head to the side with her brow raised,
expressing her irritation.
“Why are you angry with me?” She soft asked, pressing her lips to the pipe
again, drawing in a cloud of smoke.
“Why are you concerning yourself with that poor girl?” Inutaisho asked,
pinching the bridge of his nose before shaking his head. His pure white pony
tail flipped across his kimono top, draping down his muscled back.
Izayoi’s eyes widened, “You should have seen her with our son,” She leaned
across the table, finally pouring a cup of warm sake, for she needed it,
“Sesshomaru’s courtesan,” the woman huffed, “She is no doubt sampling every
male high in rank,” Inutaisho’s golden eyes rose, glaring back at her. He
wasn’t buying it.
“How did you know that is what was going on? From the sound of it, the boy was
pestering the poor girl. Izayoi, the girl is an innocent. Besides, she doesn’t
seem the type to throw herself at just anyone.” Inutaisho spoke freely, knowing
what was said between the two, usually stayed confidential. Izayoi was a smart
woman, knowing better. The mature woman also knew that if she did say anything
to the other courtesans that it would spread like a wild fire between the
women. It would do nothing but brew trouble.
“How do you know?” Izayoi paused in mid-pour, slowly lowering the decanter and
eyeing the man she cared so deeply about.
“Do not make me repeat the reason. You were once innocent, a starry eyed maid
when I first took you to my bed, so pure at heart.” Inutaisho’s golden eyes
darkened, forcing his clawed hand across the low table and pressing the cup
toward her. Izayoi felt his words were a slap in the face and it strung. Did he
miss her innocence that much? Is that why he desired such?
“All whores were once innocent, Inutaisho, it takes just one decision.” The
pipe ignited, flaring up another cloud of smoke, “They all end up like me in
the end, hardened as they are forced to watch their lovers turn to younger
creatures to obtain their pleasure,” Her lips pursed, as smoke poured from her
nostrils.
Izayoi glanced toward him as if she had a bad taste in her mouth, lifting the
decanter once again and pouring him his first, “I don’t like her,” she said
calmly.
“Woman,” the Daimyo warned, swiping the cup up and poured the dry liquor down
his throat.
“What, do you have an attachment to the child?” Izayoi asked, straightening her
back, “You haven’t slept with her, yet you already have a strange attachment,
why?”
“Do not test my patients, woman.” He pointed his sharp claw in her direction.
“I needed to know. With your behavior as of late, it seems the young females
are the ones who satisfy your needs,” She shrugged, which he rewarded her with
a growl, “Do you know how that looks on my behalf?” The mother of his child
gasped, gripping the material of her kimono.
“Hold your tongue, wench.” He pounded his fist down hard, nearly leaning across
the table toward her. The dishes rattled. Izayoi jumped, slowly raising her
eyes, which were currently filled with tears of pain, “What is this really
about? Is this because of that other female?” He sucked in a slow breath and
asked, “Is that why you have a vendetta against this girl?” tears were in the
eyes of the woman seated before him.
“You want her,” Izayoi whispered, “You knew damn well that your son wouldn’t
want her and that if he discarded her you would swoop in and replace me?” A
tear rolled down her painted cheek.
“Are you losing your mind, Izayoi? I wouldn’t discard you. You know damn well
how much you mean to me,” The Daimyo’s voice lowered, lifting his chin and
looking the female directly in the eye.
“No, you wouldn’t discard me,” Izayoi agreed, “The only reason being is because
I bore you a son.” Her red lips trembled, “Well, I shouldn’t say you wouldn’t
discard me, because you might allow me to keep my title, dine with you every
evening, but we both know who you would rather see beside you every night. A
fresh piece of meat, as innocent as the day she was born so you can break her
in. Men…,” She wrinkled her nose.
Snorting softly, he didn’t even ask for another, but poured one himself and
downed it. His pink tongue darted out against his lips, grabbing any excess.
Why even give into her taunts? He wasn’t about to allow her insecurities get
the better of him. He had tried to make up for his past sins, but it didn’t
matter. Their conversations usually led to ones such as these now days, which
was the reason for his absence.
“Woman, I was lonely. It was one time.” He merely said, stroking his claws
against the soft features of his face, “I haven’t slept with anyone else but
you since that one time,” Inutaisho focused on his empty sake bowl.
“You hurt me,” Her voice trembled.
Inutaisho glanced up slowly, meeting her dark eyes, “I know this,” he said
softly.
“Though, you haven’t denied your attraction for the new courtesan.” Izayoi
swiped the heel of her hand against her cheeks, sucking in a slow breath before
continuing, “Would you take her to your bed if I were never to find out?”
“The girl is a beautiful specimen, but I didn’t allow her in this fortress to
fuck her. She is my son’s courtesan and that is where she will stay.”
“I know she has power on her mind, which who wouldn’t with her looks. She knows
it. I wouldn’t doubt she would try to seduce you as well, to her bed in order
to rise in rank among the wolves.” Izayoi whispered softly, leaning against the
table top, “What if she came to you? Would you turn her away?”
“Izayoi,” He shouted, reaching across the table and gripping the front of her
kimono, “I will hear not another word of the new courtesan. You will leave her
be, or I will be forced to reprimand you.” He snarled into her face, slowly
releasing the soft silken material, gliding his claws against the porcelain
skin of her neck. His hand closed around her slim neck, drawing small pin
pricks of blood against the top of the skin.
She began to breathe heavily, looking upon his handsome features, his young
face, purple markings, and long silver locks. Every ounce the perfect man in
her world and she wanted nothing more than at this very moment have him throw
her down upon the table and ravage her. It had felt like forever since the last
time he had called her to his rooms at night. Unfortunately, she wasn’t allowed
to take her pleasure with anyone else since she was his personal, nor did she
have the desire even though she had felt betrayed and the best way would to go
against him in return. Her dark eyes widened in response to his hand up, which
was sliding up to cup her chin tightly.
Izayoi’s lower lip trembled, pressing her bound breasts against the table’s
edge and narrowing her eyes, “Why do you insist on denying me? My body craves
you. Do you no longer desire me?” She asked, arching her dark brows, searching
his features for answers. Her hand lowered, placing her pipe down without a
second thought.
The Daimyo grunted softly, pulling back and shaking his head, “No, it isn’t
that.” He responded gruffly.
“Then why do you insist on pushing my away? I can push feelings aside and I
understand your mistake was thus, but please. To deny me your touch… My heart
is breaking,” She began to wallow, sliding a hand up against the front of his
kimono, gripping the material. Inutaisho’s breath began to speed up, trying to
regain control of the situation.
“I need you, I need to know that I still have your heart,” Izayoi whispered,
slowly gliding her hand back down his shoulder, caressing his flexing pectoral
muscles.
“Woman, this isn’t the way to win my favor.” He spoke seriously, looking down
at her trembling low lip. With a swipe of arm, the dishes went spilling across
the floor in a mess. Sake poured across their expensive run, causing uproar of
scents. Izayoi’s tobacco snuffed out as she was dragged across the cleared
table and upon her was the youkai lord. He rolled her upon her stomach. His
claws shredded and tore away the thick material, exposing her shapely thighs.
He mounted her quickly, and brushed her long hair away from her shoulders. He
leaned in, pressing his hungry lips to her collarbone, prying the material from
her beautiful shoulders. Izayoi moaned loudly as his hand disappeared under the
torn kimono, rubbing against her wet womanly folds.
His knees parted her thighs, pushing aside his own attire and slipping between
her quivering thighs, taking what he needed. He breathed heavily against her
cheek as he thrust hard into her. Izayoi grunted against the hard wood, panting
for breath. Her dark eyes closed with desperation, trying hard to regain
control of her body. She was trembling, completely losing her control as he
penetrated her. This coupling was different, so animalistic. He wasn’t making
love, but sending a message that much was clear. Izayoi had upset him, more so
than she had done before. As of late she had a hard time keeping silent, but
she supposed she would take him anyway she could receive him. Her body was wet,
willing and taking him, all of him.
His claws bit into her sides as he rode her into the hard tabletop. Her inner
walls clenched, already reaching climax. The rough treatment had stirred
something within her, something she had always enjoyed when it came to him. She
always loved the wild unknown to him, this youkai. Crying out, Izayoi murmured
words of devotion to the Daimyo as he sped up his pace, riding it out as she
came hard all around him. He panted against her neck, nipping none too gently.
His open palm gripped her neck, pressing her down as he placed his other palm
to her shapely rear end, kneading it. Gripping her side, Inutaisho tilted her
hips up as he smashed into her own, forcing her into the table with force.
Tilting back his chin, he gritted his teeth, allowing himself to enjoy the
sensual pleasure of his own climax. He pooled into her, jetting out hot spurts.
He hadn’t meant for their coupling to be prolonged, but quick. Both knew it the
moment they started. Their pleasure was taken quickly and selfishly. Slowing
his thrusts, his still hardened length slipped free, pressing against both
swells of her cheeks.
He glanced down, watching her blushed face as she too was still coming down
from her hard climax. Side glancing, Izayoi spoke, “I love you too much to let
you go,” She whispered against the wood, stroking it with her fingertips, “I
will not lose you to a child.”
Inutaisho straightened himself quickly growing tired of her mothering tone. He
offered her a side glance of his own, nodding to the door, “I think it is best
if you sleep in your chambers this evening.”
“You are turning me away?” Izayoi sat up, situating her torn kimono. She felt
like a back ally slut, having been taken and sent away as if she was nothing at
all, how dare him. Her eyes darkened with malice, “You treat me like I’m
some…,”
“Izayoi, I will it. I need tonight for myself,” He spoke sternly, raising up
upon his feet and stretching his back, meeting her eyes once again, “You may be
the mother of my child, but you do not rule me. I am Daimyo. We will speak
tomorrow over tea,” He said, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her heated
cheek.
The tall Daimyo then stood, situated himself back under his kimono as she sat
exasperated against the table. Izayoi couldn’t bring herself to speak, but
merely slid to the edge of the table. Her chin lifted, nostrils flared as anger
got the better of her.
“Thanks for the quick romp, my lord. I shall bother you no more.” She spoke
harshly, running a hand through her sex tumbled hair, standing and
straightening her garments. She gathered whatever dignity she had left and
headed for the door.
The Daimyo say back upon his cushion, looking to the ground already regretting
knocking the sake to the floor, “Don’t slam the door,” He spoke coldly.
With that, Izayoi stomped to the door and slammed it for good measure.
 
…oOoOoOo…
 
Izayoi slipped around the corner, gliding a hand across her eyes. She tightened
her features and held her chin high. Her kimono was torn near the hem, which
would be hard to explain, but at the moment she needed to get to her chambers.
That way she could wallow in her own sorrows without the risk of prying eyes
tormenting and judging.
Slipping through the darkness, Izayoi brushed her hand through her hair and
glanced down toward her feet for only a moment before colliding with a soft
body. A soft gasp followed by quick movement had the older woman frantically
looking up toward the body she had come in contact with. Just her luck, it was
Chiyo.
Placing a hand to her forehead, Chiyo’s perfectly painted face slowly rose to
meet the stare of the trump courtesan, “Lady Izayoi, please forgive my
clumsiness,” She spoke smoothly.
Izayoi’s hand pulled at the front of her kimono, feeling terribly naked even
though it was just the edges of the garments that were torn. Her dark gaze
found the orbs of the slightly younger female, glaring sternly. Her eyes slowly
glided over Chiyo’s perfectly dressed state and raised a brow.
“Where do you think you are going at this hour?” Her arms crossed over her
chest, feeling pitiful for asking.
The woman’s eyes widened slightly, “I am going to Jiro-sama’s chambers, my
lady.” She bowed her respects before arching a brow and taking in the pathetic
form of her higher up.
“I see,” Chewing her lower lip, Izayoi slipping her trembling fingers through
her dark locks and moved passed the curious courtesan, “On your way then, you
mustn’t keep him waiting.”
“Yes, my lady,” Chiyo’s gaze followed after her as she disappeared, once she
was nowhere in sight a soft grin formed on her lips. She slipped down the hall
and pasted the Daimyo’s tightly sealed chambers, which were guarded even at
this time of night. She moved passed the spanning hallways and headed toward
the advisors chambers. With one knock and waiting for no response, Chiyo
slipped in, shrugging out of her silken robe. Her eyes searched the dimness of
his chambers, grinning as her eyes fell upon his plump form.
“Did you find out anything?” Jiro asked.
“Yes, I believe so,” She shrugged.
“Well?” His beady eyes narrowed, waving a hand.
Chiyo lifted her well-manicured hand eye level, inspecting her cuticles, “My
reward?”
Jiro glared, already irritated by the woman’s presence, “Here,” He muttered,
sliding his fingers across his work table and moving a pouch forward.
Chiyo gripped the silken pouch and opened it, proud of her newly acquired
jewels, “I am almost certain the girl is untouched.” She said softly, pulling
the strands and tightly closing the pouch.
Jiro finished his brush strokes, concluding his letter and then blew softly on
the wet ink. His dark eyes lifted, raising a thick brow, “Oh and why do you
suspect this?”
“I met her in the bath house earlier today. The silly little creature was
covering her innocent form with her hands, hiding herself from female eyes,
quite pathetic really. I even asked her questions regarding the young lord, her
cheeks turned as red as rouge.”
A soft chuckle escaped the man large lips, “What questions, hm? Did they
pertain to Sesshomaru’s tiny prick?”
“As a matter of fact,” She chuckled, “They did, but if she isn’t the innocent
she comes off as and Sesshomaru has taken the girl, and her words are true, as
well as example. Well, his tool is larger than yours, my lord.” Her eyes
twinkled with delight.
His lips parted and his cheeks brightened with anger, “Hold your tongue!”
Chiyo tilted her head back and chuckled, “It isn’t about size, my lord. They
say it is in the motion, well,” She paused tapping her upper lip, “I guess it
is about size,” She continued her torment, grinning. Merely shrugging, the
woman dropped down upon a pillow close by.
“Bitch,” He murmured, closing his letter and sealing it with bright red wax.
“Sesshomaru never visits the courtesan chambers. The girl does the same thing
every day, my lord. You know what the women whisper?” Chiyo placed a hand close
to her red lips, raising a perfectly painted eyebrow.
Jiro leaned in, pursing his lips, “What is that, my pet?”
Chiyo nearly shuddered in regards to his nickname, “They say he is a virgin as
well. How can a boy know where to stick it if the female is a virgin herself?
The poor thing needs a seasoned woman’s touch. Maybe a little coaxing on my
part and he will be visiting her bed in no time. I would like to get a look at
this prick of his anyway,” Her tongue touched her teeth as she grinned with
pleasure.
“You will do no such thing so long as you are in my bed,” He warned, pointing a
pudgy finger toward her surprised face. Chiyo merely pouted.
“So you want this little girl, how are you going to get her from him? He
obviously doesn’t want you to have her. Why not find another one?”
“Another one?” Jiro boomed, slamming down his fist, “No, no one takes anything
from Jiro, not even a spoiled young Lord. What kind of man has his own
courtesans, and doesn’t fuck them?”
“A man who wants to torment you,” She whispered.
“A dangerous game, a childish game, I say, and that will only prove he is but a
boy among men.” He growled, clenching his thick fists tightly.
“I agree with you, my lord. There really is no point, but what do you think to
do? If you call him out…,” His hand sliced through the air.
“That is good,” He chuckled, “I’ll call him out.”
Chiyo laughed, “You are just begging to have your throat slit, my lord.” She
lowered her voice and leaned in, widening her eyes slowly.
“Not when I have a warrior such as Daichi ready to protect me.”
Chiyo licked her lips, looking rather taken back by his choice in weapon, “That
male is like the wind,” She said softly, “How do you know he will protect your
hide?”
“The male hates Sesshomaru as much as me,” He grinned.
“I see,” Chiyo traced her long fingertips across her bottom lip, “Well, I hope
your plan works and doesn’t back fire. Say…Daichi kills him, you both will come
to an end.”
“Bah, Daichi isn’t a fool. He wouldn’t kill the son of the Daimyo, but I have
to admit I’m not sure it will work. Though, I know I will get under his skin.
That, my little slut, is best feeling, for not many can do that.” He chuckled,
causing his round belly to jiggle beneath the thick material of his attire.
“On the topic of thick skin,” Chiyo tapped a finger upon her lips, “I saw the
cold-hearted slut of the Daimyo wandering the halls looking rather upset.” Her
gaze shot up, hoping to spark a little interest. Her hate for that woman was
just as great as his hate for the young lord.
“Upset?” Jiro asked, waving his hand in the direction of his sake, “Get me
that, will you?”
Suppressing a growl of anger, Chiyo reached over and poured him a bowl of sake,
offering it up to him and continued, “Yes, she had tears in her eyes and from
the look of it, had a rough night. Her kimono was in tatters.”
Jiro rubbed his eyes as he sucked down the sake, “Ah, well, the Daimyo was
taken by a young female when he was away. The young thing was in his bed nearly
every night. I think they even said the Daimyo’s seed took root, but then again
that was just hear say.” Jiro shrugged, having no ill will against his lord, so
the topic held no interest to him.
“Oh really?” Chiyo gripped the decanter, ready to fill him another if it was to
loosen his lips.
Jiro raised a brow, watching her mood lighten significantly, “What do you have
again Lady Izayoi?”
“I am merely curious. Tell me more,” Chiyo leaned forward, allowing her kimono
to slide from her shoulder, exposing the creamy flesh.
Snorting softly, the large man swiped a finger across his nose and shrugged,
“It has been many years that Izayoi has been with the Daimyo, you know this.
You both are around the same age? Anyway, the man wanted something fresh, I
suppose? He doesn’t speak of it. Izayoi was hurt; I bet they are quarreling
again.”
“Again?” Chiyo asked, supporting her chin with her palm.
“You are treading on dangerous grounds, woman.” He warned, gripping the neck of
the decanter on his own and offering her a bowl.
“I do not care. I find it amusing.” She whispered, narrowing her eyes, “I
wonder if this woman still has contact with the Daimyo?”
“You should mind your own business,” He warned.
“Oh, Jiro-sama, I do not think you should preach to me about minding my own
business, where you are sticking your nose into the young Lord’s on a regular
basis. The proof is sitting directly in front of you.” She grinned.
Jiro merely chuckled, sliding his hand across the table, gripping her forearm
with his pudgy hand, “I’m growing tired of you talking. How about you be a good
slut, strip and get on your knees.” He motioned with his eyes toward his bed.
Chiyo’s eyes narrowed as she ripped her arm away, “As you wish, my lord.” With
that she stood, “But as soon as you tell me more…”
 
…oOoOoOo…
 
The sun was up before anyone was ready in the courtesan section of the
fortress. It was quiet, not a movement could be heard, not even a creek. Kagome
lay asleep with her hair fanned out across her pillow. She had been in and out
of sleep for the past few hours, most likely before the sun began to peak over
the hills. Rolling to her side, a soft voice called, followed by a hard knock
to the wooden frame of the sliding door to her chambers.
“Kagome,” The voice called again, offering another hard knock.
The young girl merely groaned, turning away from the door and gripping a pillow
tightly over her exposed ear to drown out the noise.
“Kagome,” The voice grew louder.
She refused to get up this early, especially after laying awake trying to wrap
her head around her current position. How was she to get around the other
curious courtesan? Was there really an issue? Sesshomaru-sama had been so
direct and stern on this matter. What was she to say if more questions were
asked? Finally, Kagome gave up on the bombarding thoughts swirling in her head
and her body slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
“Oh for the love of god,” A different voice came into the equation, but the
young courtesan was too sleepy to even notice. She had already begun drifting
off once again, no longer hearing the taps against her door.
Within moments the sliding door was ripped open and crashed against the siding.
Lady Izayoi slipped into her room, walking toward her bed where she lay fast
asleep. Tilting her head to the side her dark eyes swept across her form,
pursing her lips with distaste.
“Pitiful,” Izayoi whispered over her shoulder as Miu followed in, still dressed
in her sleeping robes, “Pathetic excuse for a lady, this one is.” The Lady
moved closer to her side and shook the sheets, “Wake up.” She demanded, “You
will be coming with me to breakfast with the Daimyo and his sons this morning.”
Kagome merely mumbled under her breath, rolling to her back. Izayoi sucked in a
slow breath and grit her teeth, “Excuse me, Miu.” The older courtesan turned,
glancing around the room for something to use against the lazy girl and just as
she swirled around on her heel there it was, right before her.
Izayoi grinned softly, reaching out and gripping the small basin of water given
to her to wash up the night before. Sliding her hands beneath it, the woman
gripped it carefully and moved toward the bed, which held the sleeping girl.
“Lady Izayoi, is this really necessary?” Miu place a hand over her mouth.
“Don’t say a word, Miu, or I will have you clean up the sheets.” The lady
warned, situating herself and then pouring the extremely full basin of water
upon Kagome’s face.
The young woman instantly began to sputter, swiping her hand across her mouth
and nose. The basin was so full it felt like forever before it was finished and
by that time, Kagome was extremely alert, searching around the room and trying
desperately to look through the haze of water droplets clearing her vision.
“Are you mad?” The young girl shouted, running her hands through her damp locks
of hair, her blue eyes dripped with, what looked like, tears.
“You sleep for far too long,” Izayoi grumbled, sneering down at her.
Kagome coughed a few times, placing a hand over her damp night attire, feeling
the sheets slop beneath her. Glaring up at the lady she sighed, trying to catch
her breath as it had been taken from her due to the freezing water.
“You have just a short time to prepare yourself. Miu will help you. We shall be
taking our morning meal with the Daimyo and his sons. First, we will serve them
tea. Then we shall eat.” She nodded, “Do not take too long, or I shall come
with another.” The older woman said, motioning to the empty basin.
Kagome shifted her bright blue eyes in the direction of her friend who
currently held a hand over her mouth out of pure shock. The seasoned courtesan
slipped from the room without another word.
Miu prepped Kagome within the hour, drying her hair fully and pulling it up
into a beautiful design and placed colorful clips to accent the bright colors
in her kimono. Layers upon layers were added even though she wasn’t completely
thrilled. In the presence of both Daimyo and Heir, dressing to impress was a
must, or so Miu had explained to her. She knew her friend was only following
orders given to her by Lady Izayoi.
Kagome walked herself to where they usually dined in a group, but was re-
directed to the outdoors. Upon the spanning decks of the fortress was a meal
set up for them. Tables had been brought outside, as well as cushions for their
comfort. Surrounding them, and for the viewing pleasure, were the gardens. Upon
arrival the Daimyo was already present with both sons seated around him. Lady
Izayoi was coming up from the gardens surrounding the canopy shaded area. Just
her luck, having to sit and enjoy a meal with the hanyou offering her a snide
expression and there was nothing she could do about it.
It was one of the few moments she was allowed to sit and enjoy the Daimyo’s
presents. Both he and his son had an angelic aura in which surrounded them
both. The short time she had been under the shelter of this fortress, she had
come to understand that the Daimyo himself had an odd sense, almost humanistic
sense. It was like a breath of fresh air to have someone so in tune with his
human counterparts.
Sesshomaru didn’t glance her way once. He quietly ate, while his father
discussed the territory surrounding their lands. Small talk followed, but
nothing to in-depth. The Youkai wasn’t one to speak of such things while women
were present, she knew that from the moment his father began to talk, which the
Daimyo quickly caught on, offering a soft smile in her direction before
changing the topic.
“Have you visited our gardens yet, my Lady?” His clawed hand gripped his
utensils, eating yet keeping his ear open for discussion.
Kagome sucked in a slow breath and licked her lips as she quickly swallowed the
food she was currently trying to chew. Her blue eyes instantly filled with
emotion, as it wasn’t a particular topic she was interested in discussing.
“I have, actually,” the young courtesan spoke softly, nodding in response.
The Daimyo grinned, “My guests tend to speak of it even after months of
absents. This is the perfect time to visit these lands, especially the vibrant
colors of the flowers.” He waved a hand, golden eyes scanning the perimeter.
“She liked more than the flowers, my lord.” Inuyasha smirked, diving back into
meal.
Kagome’s blue eyes snapped up, pausing in mid-chew. Her cheeks burned brightly.
Almost instinctively, those vibrant eyes flickered across the table toward,
Sesshomaru who acted as if he hasn’t even heard his brother speak. His calm and
cold exterior continued without falter.
Izayoi lifted her dark eyes and shifted them in the direction of the flustered
girl, raising a brow. Taking her tea, she sipped carefully and then forced a
harmless smile upon her painted lips, “What do you mean?” the lady inquired.
Kagome opened her lips slightly, watching the hanyou who merely grinned in her
direction as if he had something nasty and embarrassing up his sleeve.
“Well,” Inuyasha finally said, resting his palms behind his head.
“I enjoyed the hot spring,” Kagome piped up before the bastard could respond.
Izayoi shifted her eyes back toward the younger lady, nodding, “Ah, yes, they
are lovely.” Of course, with her heightened sense against the young brunette,
the older Courtesan knew something was amiss.
Finishing her meal without another word and trying to ignore the heated eyes of
the hanyou, Kagome finally placed the cloth from her lap upon the table,
glancing in the Daimyo’s direction.
“My Lord, thank you for gracing me with your presence as well as this lovely
meal, but if I am granted, I would like to return to my rooms?” The young woman
asked kindly, bowing her head out of respect for the man.
“Sesshomaru?” The Daimyo instantly piped up.
The young youkai lord glanced up, confused slightly. He grunted in response,
nursing a cup of tea.
“Do you wish more time with the lady, or can she be excused?” The Daimyo’s
golden orbs narrowed slightly, watching his son’s body language. Nothing.
He waved a hand as if swatting away an annoying fly, “She can leave.”
Kagome licked her lips and nodded standing and making her way back through the
gardens. A few feet ahead, Jiro and a few of the guard were trailing down the
stone pathway. His beady eyes found her form almost instantly, which a grin
formed. Kagome had to pause, bowing with her respects.
“Lady Kagome, so lovely to see you,” The advisor grinned from ear to ear,
allowing his dark gaze to span her beautifully dressed figure. Kagome instantly
felt sick.
“And you, Jiro-sama,” She lied through her teeth, keeping her eyes lowered for
she knew they would betray her. Then the man approached her.
“I hope to see more of you soon,” Jiro leaned in and whispered, allowing his
large hand to trace a path across her cheek. She sure hoped not, but with that
she shrugged him away, but offered a kind smile, “I hope Sesshomaru-sama is
treating you well?” he pulled his hand away, noticing her hesitant movements.
Like it is any of your business…
“Yes, Jiro-sama,” Kagome suppressed a shudder.
Letting out a soft sigh, he looked her young form over once more before sliding
his glance toward the gathering near the gardens, “The Daimyo is expecting me.”
“Yes the Daimyo is expecting his lap dog,” The hanyou said with malice, moving
closer to the young courtesan.
“Watch what you say, hanyou.” Jiro warned, pointing a stubby finger in his
direction, his face instantly reddening.
“Or what?” The young man grinned, opening his palms, “You gonna send these two
to reprimand me?” His eyes flickered between the two guards who seemed rather
unenthused about Jiro’s threat in the first place.
Kagome’s lips parted, confused by the hanyou’s sudden presence. Inuyasha slowly
approached the fat man, holding his head high merely for the purpose of
dominance, “What are you waiting for?”
“Stop,” Kagome spoke up instantly.
Both men looked over their shoulders in her direction. She lifted her kimono
and stepped close to the hanyou, gripping his sleeve and pulling him down the
path, away from the men who were now glaring at him. Jiro watched after there,
nostrils flaring from pure rage.
“Why did you pull me away?” Inuyasha growled, snatching his sleeve away, “That
fat bastard wouldn’t have done anything.”
“I know that, but you were starting a fight for no reason, Inuyasha.” She said
over her shoulder.
“First name basis, are we?” He grinned, moving up behind her, “It is, my lord
to you,” He whispered close to her ear.
Kagome merely shooed him away, glaring, “Stop the charade,” She breathed.
Inuyasha pursed his lips, continuing to follow her as she made her way back to
the courtesan courters, “But, thank you…,” Kagome offered a smile, “I see you
aren’t that bad after all.”
“Keh, why are you thanking me? I did nothing.” Inuyasha said, crossing his arms
over his chest, pretending his goal in the first place wasn’t to keep that sly
bastard away from her.
“Well, I believe you did. That man has a tendency of showing up at bad times. I
cannot stand his presence.” She muttered.
“Well, I don’t want him laying a hand on the female I intend to scoop up after
my brother tires of her, which I see he still hasn’t touched you,” Inuyasha
said with a grin, leaning in and breathing in her scent which told him she was
still as innocent as the day she was born.
Kagome paused and turned on her heel, pointing a finger directly at his chest,
“You will never bed me, do I make myself clear?”
Inuyasha merely gripped the hand in which had been shoved hard against his
board chest, he began to chuckle, “Is that so? You are a whore, meant for
bedding. I don’t think you have a say in the matter.”
“So you would force yourself on me?” She raised her brow.
“No,” He shook his head, “You will soon beg for it,” He grinned, flashing his
sharp canines.
Kagome grunted out of pure disgust and moved away from him, “Leave me alone.”
“I don’t want to,” He muttered.
“Why are you so annoying?”
“I just know what I want.”
“Well, you had better change your mind, because I will never willingly go to
you.” Kagome gripped the bridge of her nose.
“What if my brother said these things to you? Would you give yourself to him
willingly?” His eyes were now softer, which was something that confused her.
Did he honestly care? What was wrong with this hanyou?
Kagome paused near the edge of the brush, which lead to the courtesan courters.
She didn’t wish to be seen with the hanyou again, knowing it would only stir up
more rumors about her and his none existent sex life. Her blue eyes moved
across his handsome, boyish features and narrowed them. What could she say, she
supposed she would. The reason, she wasn’t sure.
“You would, I can see it,” He whispered.
“Why does it matter?” Kagome asked, shaking her head.
“It doesn’t,” His facial features twisted into a colder expression, “I just
wanted to be the first.”
Kagome scrunched up her nose and grunted, “Go away, Inuyasha. I will not be
seen with you.” With that the hanyou hissed, and disappeared. It was quicker
than she originally thought it would have gone. She figured there would be a
drawn out argument, but instead he had given up instantly, which her only
conclusion was that he was angry with her. She didn’t know the reason for his
odd obsession with her, but she knew needed it to stop. She was already feeling
the heat for their argument; she didn’t want any more accusations.
Releasing a soft sigh, Kagome turned and headed toward the edge of the steps.
She slipped out of her shoes and stepped up upon the wood. Her hand gripped the
sliding door, and before she stepped into her rooms, she glancing over her
shoulder in the direction the wooded edge, making sure he had actually left and
wasn’t hanging around in the trees. Sesshomaru, surprisingly, was strolling
through. He glanced up, eyeing her carefully with a cold glare as if he had
been originally watching. She hadn’t even noticed his presence before. Had he
followed Inuyasha? Her lips slipped open slightly. Looking shocked, she bit her
lip, not sure how to respond to him, but before she could think of something or
bow, He lifted his chin high and drifted off. He was gone. There she stood,
confused even more than she had been during her discussion with the hanyou.
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