InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Captain's Prize ❯ Submission ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any other characters in the story.

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Kagome woke up in a huge bed, she felt a bandage around her neck and saw bandages on both of her wrists. She took in her surroundings, she was in large room with paintings, and maps hung around the walls. “ I must be in the captain's quarters,” she thought to herself. She noticed next to the bed was a stand with a tray full of fruits, a bottle of wine, and some bread and cheese. Grabbing the tray she started stuffing her face with food, then poured some of the red wine into the bronze goblet. After she was done with her fill and her throat quenched, she started getting out of the red silk sheets. She felt a little wobbly, the boat was defiantly a sail, and she needed to get her sea legs back. She made her way over to a nook next to a large window by the back of the room. She looked out, saw that there were no other ships around, and frowned. “Where is he taking me?” She could feel tears starting to stir but immediately pushed them back. “I have to be strong, I don't know who I'm dealing with now.”

 

“Miroku? Due southeast,” Inuyasha commanded.

 

“Yes Captain.” Miroku responded and took over the helm.

 

Inuyasha looked back with a grin and said, “I need to check on our loot.”

 

 

Kagome could hear footsteps coming down the wooden stairs, and stood up waiting for whoever would come through the door. She saw the doorknob turn and felt her heart pounding in her chest, but tried to be brave. The door swung open, to greet her by a half grinned hanyou. “Wench, I see you're up and moving,” Inuyasha said to her with a cocky smile.

 

“Who the fuck are you calling a wench? I have a name and it's not Wench!” She yelled at him. He just started to laugh. “What's so funny?” She screamed again and yet slightly confused. “Sick bastard he's taking pleasure in my misery.” In an angry thought looking up at him still awaiting an answer.

 

He started to approach her and spoke in a firm tone “Wench, I don't care what your name is, and I will call you whatever I want, got it?” She couldn't breathe and the next thing she new was he was very close to her sniffing her hair and then grabbed her arms and pulled her closer to his chest. In a quick flash Inuyasha had his lips on hers, he could feel her squirming in protest but had a tight grip on her so she could not flee. He ravaged her lips, begging her to open them but to no avail, he released only to have a hand rip across his face.

 

Inuyasha started growling intensely, “How dare you touch me, you filth?” she scolded him while pointing her finger in his face. His growl became louder but she did not care. He touched her without permission, taking away her dignity and self-respect. She pushed past him storming for the door, but she felt a tug of her arm and he dragged over to the bed.

 

Inuyasha pushed her down on the bed; she needed a lesson in obedience. Of course, he would never admit that her fierce behavior enticed him even more. He pulled her arms over her head glaring at her with his now red eyes. “A true vixen, my dear,” Inuyasha said growling in her ear, while nibbling the lobe. Her face was flushed feelings mixed with fear, anger, and an unfamiliar desire and not just yet to be a conquest for this filthy pirate.

 

She started squirming under him again in protest of what he was doing to her. “Get off me!” She roared once again this time bringing her knee up and nailing her target in between his legs. He dropped over growling in complete and utter pain. She took the advantage and started running toward the door.

 

“That Bitch!” He moaned and growled at the same time. He slowly got up ready to make the chase when he heard her scream; his ears perked up and started running up the stairs and on to the main deck.

 

 

When Inuyasha made his way through the crowd of pirates he noticed the raven-haired vixen backed up against the mast with a sword in her hand ready to strike anyone down who would dare touch her. He also smelt a trace of blood and looked down only to see one of his crewmen down on the deck holding his arm. “What in the fuck is going on here?” Inuyasha growled he wanted answers, looking down at the man and up again to her. He noticed that there was red mark on her face like she was slapped and her gown was ripped more exposing the top part of her breasts. He also noticed she was shaking but was also cautious, for the reason that she was now armed. “Men back to work!” The Captain commanded.

 

“You!” Glaring down at the wounded man, “What right do you have to touch what is mine? Go and get that wound looked at then go to your cot and wait for further punishment.”

 

“Yes Captain,” the small framed man answered timidly and ran over to the doctor.

 

Inuyasha looked over to her again and asked, “What is your name?”

 

Kagome looked at him with confused eyes. “Oh now he wants to know my name,” she snickered still holding the sword defensively at him. He chuckled and gave a cocky grin while tapping his finger at the hilt of his own sword. He was tired of this game; he needed to regain control of the situation.

 

Kagome was beyond angry with the cocky captain; little did he know she had experience in swordplay since her father taught her quite well. She had never been fondled as roughly as she was today. First that scum bag Naraku, then Inuyasha and now this ruffian, but he had it coming. “Why do you want to know my name now?” She answered.

 

That was it, Inuyasha's temper got the better of him, he swore he would never hurt a women but she was pushing his limitations. He drew out his sword and started tapping it against his boot. “Well Bitch we can do this the nice way and put are weapons away and go inside and continue where we left off, or we can do this the hard way and play with our shiny toys and you can submit in defeat,” he said giving her a half grin, showing his fangs.

 

Kagome smiled at him walking confidently over to the captain her left arm up twirling the sword in his face, calling him up in a sword fight. Inuyasha was amazed that she wanted to do this the hard way by the way she walked over to him, looked like she knew a thing or two about fighting. He gave her a smile and half bowed to her and said, “My lady.” Then in an instant, his sword was up level with hers. He started to approach her, and then the sound of clashing metal took place in the middle of the deck. The other crewmembers stopped to watch the fight.

 

Kagome lunged at him but missed. “You bastard, I will never surrender to you!” Screaming at him again, blocking another attack. Just then, his sword twirled underneath hers knocking the sword out of her hands. She was breathing heavy and had an angry, startled look about her. He had honestly defeated her.

 

Inuyasha chuckled at his victory; it was an easy defeat and had no real interest in harming her. However, he would have to say she was definitely good for a girl. He walked up to her and placed the sword up to her neck. He growled, “Tell me your name wench!”

 

“Go to hell, you bastard!” She snickered, knowing she was playing a very dangerous game.

 

Inuyasha was seeing red; purple streaks appeared on each side of his cheeks and his ears flattened on top of his head. She just defied him in front of his crew. He took the sword away from her neck and pushed her against the mast, once again dominating the situation. “You will tell me your name or you will stand here in front of my crew very naked.” Inuyasha said harshly, while growling in her ear.

 

She gasped and said, “ You wouldn't dare.”

 

He carefully brought the sword, caressed her breast once again taking his other hand and grabbing the gown in a firm taunt, and started cutting the cloth with edge of his sword.

 

“ Ok, ok you win!” She pleaded, “It's “Kagome.”

 

“Ok that will do for now, I will get your last name later when we're alone,” He smirked, she huffed and started to walk down to his chambers again when she felt a smack on her ass by the same sword the captain had. She stopped and turned around to face him again.

 

Smack! He felt her wrath once again on his face. “You egotistical son of a bitch, I'm not you whore!” Screaming at the top of her lungs, she then stormed off back down to his chambers.

 

“What are all of you fucking looking at, get back to work,” he shouted his command before heading straight for his cabin. He had never encountered such an independent woman before. No one would dare defy him, but she did. He didn't want it to come down to this, but the minute he entered his chambers she was lying on his bed curled up in the fetal position, crying. All thoughts of what he was going to do stopped. He went over by his desk and sat in his chair, threw his boots on the desk, and contemplated what his real motive was with this dark haired beauty that lay on his bed. Then it was quiet; he got up from his chair and walked over to her. She was sleeping.

 

The next day she awoke only to find a royal blue dress with a black corset lying across the bed. By the window was a basin filled with steamy water and some soap to take a bath and wash her hair. She smiled; at least she could relax somewhat. After she finished with her bath she walked over to the corset and frowned she never liked to wear them and they would be unbearable on this ship so she ignored it and put on the dress instead. There was a knock on the door. She did not answer so he opened the door, hoping to get a brief peak if she were still in the tub. However, to his dismay she was dressed.

 

“Captain, will you please tie the back of my dress?” She asked, looking into his golden hues.

 

He just nodded and went to work on the ties. He noticed the corset still across the bed, retrieved it, and put it back in the chest. “You look beautiful, Kagome.” Turning around to head back up on deck.

 

“Thank you,” She blushed.

 

He stopped for a moment, smiled, and continued on his way, “Someone will be down with some food,” then vanished from her view.

 

“Well at least this day is turning out well, better than yesterday,” she smiled, while picking up the brush working out any tangles in her long raven hair.