InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave's Love ❯ A Hurt Human, and a Confused Hanyou ( Chapter 1 )

.:A Slaves Love:.

By: Kagura-hime

 

Summery: In a world where humans are slaves to youkai, Kagome Higurashi has it as bad as you can get. Viciously beaten and abandoned by her master, a certain hanyou finds her, and heals her wounds. But can he mend he broken heart too? I/K, Miroku/Sango, Sess/OC

 

Disclaimer: Nope, dun own them, `cuz if I did, I'd be living in Tokyo, making millions of bucks, when the max amount of money I usually have is 25 cents. If ya want that though, you're free to take it…

 

Ok, I'm sorry for the late re-update, and I know I should have had this out sooner, and I'm sorry. If you're interested in being my beta reader, (though I have several) just let me know, and leave an email so I can contact you. God knows I need help with my grammar. Ok? Well, I have an announcement at the end, so go…read…now…yeah.

 

Recommended fics: White Dogs: Perversity by Silverquick, and umm... School Daze by Clara. Awesome stories-two of the authors who inspire me. You absolutely have to read these-if you don't, you'll have never read good fanfiction.

 

:A Slaves Love:

.:Chapter 1: A hurt human, and a confused hanyou:.

 

Kagome squeezed her eyes tight as the next blow came. She flinched and stifled a scream as she felt another rib break. So many of her old wounds and scars: reopened and re-injured. So many new wounds: broken and bleeding.

 

`Kami-sama, what have I done this time? This is almost as bad as the first time he beat me, all those years ago,' She thought between the jolts of pain shooting from the impact point of his hard fist to behind her eyes; she was literally blinded by agony.

 

One lesson that she had learned the hard way was that if you don't make any noise, and annoy the master more, the beating wasn't as bad. But there were times when that didn't work. No…it was just the opposite. Because of his sadistic nature, he wouldn't stop until he heard you scream in agony, and writhed in pain beneath him, where he thought you belonged in all your filth-ridden glory.

 

Amid his crushing blows, Kagome tried to figure out what she had done to set his already dangerously short fuse into hyper-drive. It started when she came into his study after he called for her. Papers where strewn everywhere, and the distinct smell of alcohol was detectable. `Either something involving business happened and he got drunk, his darling little wench dumped him and he got drunk, or he just got drunk for the hell of it and wanted to have a little “fun.” Sadistic bastard.' This was the only conclusion Kagome could come up with as to why he just started beating her out of the blue with no, count `em zero, zilch, nada, provocation. Well, for once, anyway.

 

Almost as if he had read her hopeful thoughts that he would drop dead on the spot, Naraku put a little extra `oomph' into his latest addition to her already extensive collection of injuries. The punch just oh-so-happened to be to her head, making unwanted memories of her previous beatings flash before her eyes before she completely blacked out.

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A groan shattered the silence of the dark alley like a shot in the dark. Kagome felt sick from the throbbing coming from her head; it felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped on her from a ten-story building, and she had been far from sea level.

 

As she returned more to her senses, and recovered slightly from the blanket of darkness that had fogged her battered mind, she started moving a tad bit. A sharp pain of protest sounded from the wounds all over her body, making her cry out in shock and pain. Her eyes snapped open as the excruciating pain only increased.

 

“Shh…don't move. You have some pretty bad injuries. I can't take you to a youkai hospital; they won't do a damn thing for you. And the pathetic human hospitals wouldn't do any better than I could, so I guess I'll have to take you home with me. Is that ok with you? One grunt for yes, two for no,” a very gentle, very male voice asked.

 

`W-w- He's asking me like an equal?! What is he playing at?' Kagome thought in shock as she grunted once. She may not know him- and even though he seemed like a genuinely authentic, completely off-his-rocker, certified cart-me-off-to-the-funny-farm loony-bin to her, he was willing to help, and she would do just about anything to get rid of the pain. Even sell her soul to the devil. `Oh wait, I forgot, that was already done for me when that prick-ass bastard Naraku bought me,' she spitefully thought, malice brimming in her heart. Images of all the delightfully slow and painful things she would do to him, if she were only given a chance, played ruthlessly in her mind like Titanic on the big screen. She would have smirked except she didn't want any more pain from moving. The wicked thoughts that nuns would have been horrified over, and beaten her already sore bum viciously for, almost blocked out the sound of the wonderfully insane voice from earlier.

 

“O…k, but I don't know how I'll be able to get you into my car without increasing the pain…” the mysterious boy said almost to himself.

 

“J-j-just do i-it,” Kagome managed to choke out though her swollen and cracked lips. `Damn, that sounded just peachy Kagome,' she thought sarcastically. She hadn't realized how hard it would be to speak.

 

The boy seemed shocked that she had spoken, and flinched when a spasm of pain flashed across her pale features. `Very pretty features,' he thought to himself. `NO. This girl looks just like her, that's why she's pretty. Nothing else. Jesus…right now I need to concentrate on helping her,' he mentally kicked himself. Multiple times I might add.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

She grunted once again, and the mystery man gently picked her up, like she was a priceless porcelain doll that could break at any moment.

 

Kagome felt shock waves of pain roll over her. The only reason she didn't cry out was because of the years of practice she had. But something must have shown on her face, because the boy shot her a few worried looks. She tried to reassure him with a crooked smile that made his heartstrings twist in anger and sorrow.

 

`I will protect this girl, and help her get revenge on the sorry bastard that did this to her. I'll make sure that the asshole never sees the light of day again, and knows the same pain that he put her though and more. I swear it, if it's the last thing I do!' he resolved. He picked up his pace, a determined look in his eyes.

 

Now that Kagome was more aware of her surroundings, she realized that she was in Kabakicho, the northeast part of the city called Shinjuku, where the crime rate was the highest in all of Japan. `Man, he must really want to get rid of me! He dropped me off in the worst part of the city, to be killed by gangs. Asshole.' She thought as she remembered one of the countless threats he made that stood out the most in her mind.

 

_______________________________Flashback_________________________ ______

 

A young looking Kagome cringed under the look her master gave her. It was a cold calculating stare that she didn't like at all. It meant something bad was going to happen.

 

“That was good china that you just broke you clumsy bitch. If you can't learn how to handle my things, then I'll just have to throw you out on the street and let those supposedly “tough” gangs kill you. Do you understand?” he asked with venom in his deadly calm voice.

 

“Yes Master, gomen-nasi,” Kagome stated while bowing low. She knew what was about to come, and braced herself for it.

 

“Your lucky I'm in a good mood today wench, or else I'd have to teach you a lesson. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

 

“Domo arigato gosaimasu, Master”

 

Kagome was astounded to say the least. Shocked as shit is another good way to put it. She had expected a light beating at least. But she didn't question it as she bowed low and quickly hurried away as another slave cleaned up the mess of broken glass and food that had originally held the Masters' bitchs' dinner. `Hmm…he must have gotten some ass from her last night for him to be in such a “good mood,”' She thought sourly walking into the kitchen to prepare more food.

 

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Now, after taking a not-so-refreshing stroll down the darker side of memory lane for sometime, Kagome just now noticed the boys' appearance as he eased her into the backseat of his black lambourguine. She let out a shocked gasp at what she saw.

 

`T-This boy- he isn't human!'

 

A dun dun dun. Well, enter everyone's favorite hanyou!! The loveable idiot known as Inuyasha! Well, that's where I'll leave off, but I also have an announcement for you. This will be Inu/Kag ::smiles at cheering from inu/kagers:: ::laughs and points at growling fluff-ball/kag fans:: BUT I will write the alternate version when I'm done. That may not be for a while, but it will come.

Me: kikyo must DIE!! Again! Multiple times! I know, we make her immortal, and then torture her for all of eternity! How does that sound?

Inu: Like your crazy.

Me: Your just figuring that out now?!

Inu: Well, yeah…

Me: ::smacks hand to forehead:: Idiot.

 

Translations~

Kami-sama~god

Kabakicho, Shinjuku-district and it's city in Japan where the crime rate is highest Gomen- gomen-nasi-I'm sorry

Domo arigato gosaimasu-thank you very much

 

I think that's all; if I missed any, just let me know.

 

Well, Ja ne!

Always~ Kagura-hime