InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave's Love ❯ My Hero...Is Such A Jerk ( Chapter 2 )

.: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 her broken heart too? I/K M/S, Sess/OC

 

Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, kikyo would be suffering painfully for all of eternity, Kagome would become a mute (in the English version), and Souta and Kohaku would be a couple. Now let me ask you something. Is any of that true now? There ya go.

 

Yanno, it's good being home from school, you have lots of time to write…except when you're home sick! And, to all of my reviewers that have lasted this long, THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!!! I LOVE YOU ALL! ::hands out plushie's to all reviewers:: See, it pays to be a reviewer. Oh, and by the way, the Fluff-ball & Inu will somewhat get along, seeing as the Tetsusaiga & Tenseiga aren't in the picture and they aren't fighting over them. Just to clear that up, but don't get the wrong idea, they still don't like each other, but they also aren't trying to kill each other.

 

Recommended fics: Child of Forgotten by my good friend Bunza-buddy, City of Tomorrows Memories by Cappie, and basically anything by her. I love her stories! And City by the Bay by Ericedwin. Go R&R after this!

 

:A Slaves Love:

.:Chapter 2: My Hero…Is Such A Jerk!:.

 

Last time - 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!'

 

This time - Kagome stared in shock as the boy plucked a blanket out of the trunk, tucked it around her still form laying comfortably (well, as comfortable as you can get when your in excruciating pain) in his backseat. She had figured him to be some runaway human slave to be helping her. But, then again, with the astonishing level the youkais' senses rested at, a hidden rebel band wouldn't go too long unnoticed.

 

She took in the swirling depths of his intense amber eyes, the glow of his silver-white hair, the sharp claws that he made sure didn't cut her further, the extra long canine teeth- a.k.a. fangs, in a lesser word. But most importantly, the thing that stood out and screamed “TOUCH ME!” were the two pure white puppy ears on atop his head that were twitching this way and that with each new sound that reached them. And true to what they screamed, Kagome had an irresistible urge to rub them between her fingers, that would have been fulfilled- had she been able move her arms that is. She silently thanked the Buddha for that. Who knows how he would have responded! `Note to self: when you get to know him better, and are completely healed and able to run away, press that button and see what happens.' With that thought in mind, and the soft purr of the engine, Kagome thankfully fell into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Kagome woke with a jolt as the car hit a particularly bad bump in the road. Yet, she awoke feeling oddly refreshed, probably because it was the first time in years she had gotten a decent sleep- albeit a short one, but a good one indeed. But it was only for a split second before her brain became reacquainted with her spinal cord and the pain returned in full force. She moaned and opened her blue-gray eyes, which were clouded with pain.

 

“Oh, so you're finally awake. I was wondering when Sleeping Beauty would awaken and grace me with her charm,” came the voice of Kagome's knight in shining armor, except it was full of mocking. `What happened to his sweet side? Did he finally realize what I am?'

 

“Who are you? And where are we going?”

 

“I'm Inuyasha, and we're going to my place. Now why don't you go back to sleep, and not ask anymore questions like a good girl. I'm not in the mood to talk right now, got it?” `No, I'm too pissed at whoev- no whatever, because there's no way this guy has a heart- did this to an innocent girl.'

 

Kagome was, well, taken aback to say the least: her eye twitch attested to her growing irritation. What the hell was wrong with this guy?! One minute he's sweet as pie, the next he's Frosty the Snowman! Or Snowdog if the ears were anything to go by. Kagome felt her temper rise, and all the years of practiced control over her actions were thrown out the window to fade away with the rapidly passing scenery. Before she even thought about it, words were just pouring out of her mouth before she could stop them.

 

“What the hell is wrong with you?! One minute you're sitting there being all sweet and caring, the next you're being a cocky jerk! I never asked you to save me baka! I wish you had just left me in that alley to die!”

 

Her words shocked the shit out of Inuyasha. The last bit though was what hit him the hardest-it was like the proverbial knife being thrust in his gut. `Is her life so bad that she doesn't even want to live anymore? Well, duh, of course it is if she's in this bad of shape!' he mentally kicked himself. Again, multiple times might I add.

 

“Feh,” was all the response she got.

 

“Grr…” Kagome was starting to get really pissed, and tried to sit up to give him a piece of her mind, when her body violently protested that particular idea. Maybe it was a good thing, because she wasn't sure if she had enough to spare on the jackass driver right about now.

 

“Itai!” Kagome yelped and fell back down to her original position, when her back screamed a loud CRACK. It seemed that, miraculously, she had forgotten all the pain she was in because her anger blocked it out. Adrenaline was such a lovely little substance! But, as the creature of fate and irony would have it, the pain was back again and she groaned. `The gods must think I'm their personal jester or something, since they love getting kicks at my expense all the time. Damn them.'

 

“Keh! Dumbass, how stupid are you?”

 

“Go to hell,” she managed to croak out though gritted teeth. `Oh no! When he takes me back to Naraku, as I'm sure he will, he'll tell him my behavior, and I'm dead for sure! How could I have been so stupid as to lose control like that? Baka baka baka baka baka! Now I have to apologize to him so maybe he'll forget it.' Control had recovered from it's free-fall and hitched a ride to get back to the speeding car, a little late, climbing in the same opening it had fallen from, battered and bruised, but still in good working order.

 

`Ok, correction- make that their favorite jester.' She suppressed a groan from the thought of it. She hated the notion, but it was that or her life, though the latter did sound convincing at the moment. But the thought that it would be slow and painful scratched it quickly enough. So, she sucked up her pride, and her fiery personality, tucked it safely away for another days' use, and…

 

“Gomen nasi Inuyasha-sama. That was wrong of me to say. Please forgive me,” she said in a drone-like way which made her sound dead. Quite a contrast from the fiery spirit she just showed a few moments ago.

 

And for the second time that day, within 20 minutes no less, Inuyasha was shocked, the proverbial knife still hanging out in his gut twisting violently for reasons he had yet to figure out. `First she's over there telling me off, and the next she's apologizing like a drone...hey wait a sec.' Inuyasha thought, the cogs working double-time, trying to crank out a reasonable explanation. When said cogs were exhausted to the bone, a slip of paper slipped out and into the view of his inner eye. `She's a slave! She has to be since she's human! The only free humans are miko's, and no youkai, no matter how thick, would dare attack a miko. Why didn't I see it before? Kami, she must have done something really bad for her master to have done this to her...or he's just the sick bastard I originally thought he was, and did it for his personal amusement.' Inuyasha seethed at the thought, and it must have been noticeable, because the distinct scent of fear radiated from the backseat of his car.

 

“Don't worry wench, I'm not going to hurt you, I was just thinking about some...personal stuff,” `Yeah, like how I'm going to rip your master to pieces slowly and painfully. First I'll staple him to the wall. No wait, make that a spiked metal wall. Then, I'll rip out his vocal cords, slice open his stomach, use his organs as ammo for the slingshot (said vocal cords) and pelt him with them. He's got to be a demon, so he'll survive through most of it.' And so, he amused himself to the point where he wanted to laugh out loud with grotesque images of other torture methods he could use, each one more bloody and gory then the last.

 

“O-ok” was the shaky response, but he could tell that she wasn't completely convinced by the lingering scent of fear that still permeated the car's interior.

 

“We'll be at my place in about half an hour, until then, try and get some sleep. You need it right now,” he said after a while in the same gentle voice she first heard. Some of the hope she had that he was indeed her prince in shining armor-which had been thoroughly dashed away by his recent change in attitude- returned. `He's so…confusing…' were her last conscious thoughts. She hadn't realized how exhausted she had been until she fell into another peaceful, nightmare-free sleep.

 

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For the second time that day, Kagome was roused from her serene, pain free slumber, that she wasn't to keen on giving up that easily I might add, by someone picking her up.

 

“We're here,” Inuyasha's rough voice cut though her sleep fogged mind like the flash of a lighthouse on the dark night sea.

 

As Kagome looked around, she realized that she was out in the country, far, far away from the smog-filled, densely overcrowded cities in which most people resided. `Far away from Naraku' she mentally noted, who lived in a traditional style mansion from the feudal era on the outskirts of Tokyo. He was close to all the action that his business produced, but not so close that it disrupted his private life so that he couldn't think clearly though all the racket. And the fact that it looked like she was in the Japanese Alps that bordered the sea confirmed the fact that she was, indeed, nowhere near Naraku. She silently thanked all the holy deities the she could currently remember for that.

 

The large, four story Western style house that was overlooking the sea was cut off from the true horrors of the real world by the mountains that formed a kind of jagged barrier around the house and grounds. It was quite a beautiful and captivating scene, especially since the blood red sun was sinking behind the house, taking its last hues of orange and pink, with it in its' breathtaking beauty.

 

Kagome was gently shifted to one arm as Inuyasha got out his keys to unlock the front door. Then, when he got in and shut the door behind him, he called out for someone.

 

“Sango! Hey Sango! C'mere, I need your help!”

 

A girl about Kagome's age came running out of a door yanking off an apron, wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a tight red tee shirt underneath. From what Kagome could see before the door behind the girl named Sango closed, it was the kitchen. When Sango saw Kagome, she let out a small yelp of surprise. When she took in the state that Kagome's body was in, her eyes widened.

 

“Ara Kami! What happened to her?”

 

“I'll explain later, right now we need to clean her wounds.”

 

“Ok, lets take her to my room.” Sango received a nod, and had to run to catch up to Inuyasha, seeing as how he had disappeared up the stairs on the right hand side of the house without a backward glance.

 

`I'm almost positive that girl is human, so she should be a slave, but he treated her, well, decently for lack of a better word. Why would they take me to her room? Slave's rooms are usually old closets, or we're packed together in the smallest room with no possessions. Or if the master is rich, like Naraku, they have a slave quarters built, though the rooms are more like mini-cells that actual rooms. At least for the slaves. The guards get nice big, comfortable rooms with more types of technology than youkai's have claws,' Kagome silently pondered to herself. `Why does he act as if he cares? What is it that makes him so different?' But Kagome's thoughts stopped short as Inuyasha patiently, or not-so-patiently was more the truth, waited by a door as Sango finished sprinting up the stairs to the third floor, and opened the obstruction known as a door for Inuyasha to walk though first.

 

`Well, at least he respects privacy, and SOME people,' Kagome thought sardonically, but gasp when she saw the room.

 

It was large and spacious with a couple of large windows that overlooked the garden below. A queen size Western style bed rested in the center that had a pair of twin nightstands made of a light-colored oak on either side. A large, matching bureau stood on an angle in the right hand corner, and in the left, stood a big screen T.V. pointed towards the bed, that had a V.C.R. and D.V.D. player hooked up to it along with several game consoles such as Gamecube and PS2. Against the left wall was a rack that held all the movies and games, and against the right stood a huge bookcase packed to capacity with books from all over the world. Between that and the bureau was a door Kagome presumed to be a closet or even a bathroom knowing this place. Underneath one of the windows on the right side of the bed was a deep mahogany-brown desk with a matching chair that had a few papers scattered across it.

 

Inuyasha saw the look on her face and grinned. When Kagome finally noticed this she was being set down on the semi-firm bed, and she blushed when she realized just what he was grinning at.

 

Sango pushed her way past Inuyasha and sat down next to Kagome.

 

“Konnichiwa, I'm Sango. Would you mind if I checked out your wounds?” Kagome instantly liked this girl. She couldn't explain it; she just knew that they could become fast friends. Little did she know, Sango was thinking the same thing.

 

“O-ok. By the way, my name's Kagome,” she said while trying to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace because she shifted a bit to get a better look at Sango.

Sango felt anger well up inside her at whoever would do this to someone. She wanted to hit something. Hard. `If Miroku tries anything later, I'll pound him into the ground harder than ever before,' Sango thought, easing her anger enough to remember the healing methods she learned from her mother when she was a child.

 

Sango turned and glared at Inuyasha who was looking bewildered at what he did now. Finally he took the hint when Sango glanced at the door and back at him. He got up, took the chair from the desk, and went out into the hall and put the chair down. Then he disappeared down the stairs, never closing the door.

 

“Men,” Sango muttered as she went to correct this. When she returned to the bed, she asked Kagome gently: “I'll have to take off your clothes to check you know. Are you sure your ok with that?”

 

“Hai. Arigato, for helping me Sango-sama,” Kagome replied, remembering her position.

 

“Before I check anything, let me get one thing straight: I hate formalities. If my guess is correct, you are a slave-” Kagome gave a slight, barely noticeable nod and Sango continued. “But not in this house. In this house, you are a guest, so forget about being a slave, and act like a human, not a drone,” she finished, while undoing the obi on Kagome's ripped and torn yakuta.

 

Kagome stared at her with her mouth hanging slightly open and Sango chuckled. She needed have read Kagome's mind to know what she was thinking, and answered the apparent question that Kagome had been wondering since she first saw the girl.

 

“Yes, I am human, and legally a slave, but this family doesn't believe in having slaves, so all the humans in this house are treated like equals.”

 

Kagome's mouth formed a little `O' confirming to Sango that the cables were still firmly connected and that the message had been received.

 

Sango gasped aloud when last of her ratty clothes fell away and she saw the extent of the damage Kagome sustained. “These are bad Kagome-chan. Really bad. You'd be lucky if you didn't have internal bleeding.”

 

Kagome snorted slightly, before muttering under her breath, “Not like it hasn't happened before.”

 

Sango stared open-mouthed at Kagome for a full minute before finally sputtering, “A-are you saying, that this has happened before? O-oh please say no Kagome-chan. Please tell me no.” Sango looked close to tears as light bulb above her head flickered with the realization that it was nothing Kagome did to receive this.

 

Kagome would have laughed if it didn't hurt her chest so much to do so. “Just about everyday since I was six.” There was a loathing in her voice that matched just about what Sango felt about her new friends' master.

 

Sango's anger visibly showed and now she really needed to hit something. Kagome got a scared look on her face and started to try and squirm painfully away from her. Sango noticed this after hearing a faint hiss of pain, which came out sounding like a cross between a dying cat and `itai', and instantly regretted it. `This must be how her master acts before he beats her.'

 

“Oh Kagome-chan, I'm sorry, I wasn't mad at you, it's the guy who did this I wan to pound. Please forgive me,” Sango said apologetically while stroking her blood-matted hair.

 

Kagome chuckled and said, “Kusoyaro. Kusoyaro, Naraku. He's the guy you want then.”

 

Sango faintly wondered how many times a person could be legally shocked in one day, because she must surely be reaching her limit. `K-Kusoyaro, Naraku!? He-he's the one who- ara Kami. How is this possible? Kami-sama, it's a miracle she's still alive, living with that beast for so long.'

 

Sango snapped out of her daze and checked Kagome's wounds in silence, the latter fearing she had offended the only girl that had ever tried to befriend her.

 

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Inuyasha swore quite obscenely as he burst into the kitchen. He looked around for a second, and when he apparently didn't find what he wanted, he sniffed the air and headed to the left-the hall that held the closets and bathrooms.

 

Before he had even walked five steps, he didn't need his demon senses to hear the loud slap that came from the general vicinity of the closet. An angry “PERVERT” followed almost instantly and Inuyasha was almost bowled over by a very pissed girl.

 

“Wench, watch where you're going!” he growled, then realized who it was.

 

“Hey, sorry mutt, but Miroku's being a perv again,” she said in a false whiny voice, a hint of mischievousness in her eyes. Inuyasha dismissed the “mutt” part, being as he knew she was just kidding around and didn't actually mean it. Coming from her, he knew she used it as a term of endearment, as odd as that sounds.

 

Inuyasha sighed. “Is he still conscious?”

 

“Is he ever?” she retorted with a grin.

 

Inuyasha sighed again and shook his head, knowing full well what was coming next as the girl opened her mouth.

 

“Yes,” he said in exasperation. The girls' face nearly broke at the size of the impish smile spreading from ear to ear, and hurried back to the kitchen. Inuyasha had to wait but a moment for the girl to return, sporting a large jar and evil grin.

 

Before Inuyasha had time to blink, she had already disappeared around the corner. `Damn she's fast.'

 

Not wanting to miss the show, Inuyasha quickly walked the remaining steps down the corridor and took a left. It seemed that the girl had been waiting for him to appear by the way it was still silent.

 

“Hey, it's about time you got here `Yash,” a smile was tugging at her mouth as she silently teased him.

 

“Yeah, yeah, just get it over with,” he growled and appeared uninterested, but inside he was laughing at his poor friend. Boy was HE gonna get a wake up call!

 

“Time to wake up you hopeless lecher!” the girl practically sang, and dumped the continents all over the poor lecher known as Miroku.

 

“WAH!” Miroku screamed as he tried to get all the small slices of pickles out of his hair and clothes.

 

Inuyasha and the nameless girl started cracking up at Miroku's misfortune at having one stubborn pickle refuse to come out of the monks' robes, making him look like a monkey trying to remove the offending object.

 

When Miroku had finally regained his composure (and removed the pickle) he glared at Inuyasha, then his eyes softened a bit when they turned to the now crying/cackling girl.

 

“How could you do such a thing my lady? I thought we were friends!” He asked, standing there dripping pickle juice all over the floor. “And you!” he added, glaring daggers at Inuyasha, “How could you let her? I thought I-” he was cut off by Inuyasha who had started talking over him.

 

“I was coming to get you both-” he sent a halfhearted glare in the girls' direction until she stopped chuckling, “-because I found a girl this morning-” this time he was interrupted by Miroku.

 

“So that's where you were this whole time! Did you have a good time, where did you take-” BAM! Miroku had little pickle slices running around his head, and two big bumps where Inuyasha and the girl had hit him.

 

“He's been like this all day. For some reason he pulled out all the stops and gave `hentai' a whole new meaning. Must be a full moon,” the girl informed him and Inuyasha groaned. “Oh yeah, you were saying?” she added absently.

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and continued. “The girl I found this morning, she was almost dead. If I'm correct, then her master beat her then left her to die. She's up with Sango now, who's checking her wounds,” he finished, a rare look of seriousness etched into his features.

 

The girl looked sick, and her hand went unconsciously to her right cheek, where a barely visible scar running from her eye all the way down her cheek that proved of a rough past. Then anger took the place of the sorrow that had settled into her eyes.

 

“Who?”

 

“Nani?” Inuyasha had bent down to pick up the unconscious Miroku and was about to ask the girl to help carry him up the stairs.

 

“Who. Did. It.” she repeated, anger was evident in every syllable.

 

“Ano...I don't know. We didn't really talk about that,” Inuyasha said slowly and somewhat truthfully. `Actually, we were fighting almost the entire time.' He silently added.

 

“You mean you were being your cocky, arrogant self and insulting her. Correct?” The girls' anger was bubbling to the surface. An old anger that had never truly died. And now that spark just had some kerosene added to it, making it blaze to life as an inferno. This girl would definitely be one of the rebels Kagome thought of earlier if she could.

 

She knew Inuyasha far too well not to know when there was something he was hiding, and she could tell by his nervousness that he was hiding something.

 

“Feh, you assume to much wench, as usual.” Inuyasha instantly regretted opening his big mouth when her anger reached its peak.

 

“YOU INSENSITIVE PRICK! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA!...” Each `baka' was backed with a powerful WHAM upside poor Inuyasha's head.

 

After repeating the process several times, she stormed up to Sango's room leaving the stunned (and bruised) boy to deal with a quickly reviving lecher on his own.

 

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Sango had just finished dressing Kagome's major wounds when a couple of loud crashes came from the first floor, accompanied by some irritated `BAKA!'s. Sango chuckled knowing full well the only other person in this house who would dare attempt that.

 

Kagome looked up questionably at Sango who just smiled and responded, “You'll see.”

 

Sango, being a bloody psychic and all, proved her earlier statement was correct when someone knocked on the door a few minutes later.

 

Sango pulled a sheet up over Kagome's naked body, which was completely nude save for the splints and herbal concoctions dotting her broken figure. “Come in.”

 

“Hey Sango, can I see you out in the hall a sec?” Miroku's tormenter from downstairs poked her head in the ajar door.

 

“Yeah sure. I'll be right back Kagome,” the said girl currently nodding slightly.

 

As the girl opened the door enough for Sango to get though, she nodded in greeting to Kagome, who smiled back as best she could.

 

Once out in the hall, the girl closed the door behind Sango and immediately starting talking.

 

“How is she?”

 

“She'll live. There's no internal bleeding, or brain damage from what I can tell. Nothing that won't heal, though she could have died without help. She's got some serious damage all the same. She has seven ribs injured, four broken, one fractured wrist, with all her fingers out of place and damaged somehow, whether broken, dislocated, or just jammed. There's also a dislocated shoulder which I have to pop back in, I was waiting for the pain-reliever herbs to kick in first, a broken collar bone, both ankles are broken, and there's some bad damage to her knees. She has some very deep gashes in her thighs, abdomen, arms, chest, and back from claws as best I can tell, that will scar somewhat no matter how I treat them, and as you saw to top it all off, some serious bruising. The guy did this could have easily killed her with one blow, but held back for some reason. Probably so he could continue abusing her until her body finally gave out under the stress. I could also tell from most of the breaks and fractures, the way and place the injuries happened, that they weren't new, but up to ten years old. She's very lucky to be alive.”

 

Anger welled up inside the girl again but she forced it down and tried to concentrate on the subject at hand. “Did she say who did it?”

 

Sango looked disturbed for a minute, then finally answered. “Yes, she said it was Kusoyaro, Naraku.” Sango bowed her head to hide her eyes.

 

“I know that name...” Sango now thanked the gods that she never told this girl of her full past or else she'd have blown her top already.

 

“Probably from kikyo...” Sango prompted and a growl was heard from the girl. `She can do a damn good impression of Inuyasha for being human. I should mention her old master more often seeing as how she hates her so much. Get all the pent up frustration out. Only at the dojo though. I don't want her abusing the hell out of me.'

 

The hatred on her face only- if possible- increased as she recalled some distant memory from the past.

 

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The girl was standing beside her master kikyo- who was talking on the phone while lying on the back patio of the mansion she lived in- fanning her and getting her refills for her martini on the hot summer day. Her master then laughed shrilly at something the person at the other end of the line said and replied:

 

“You needn't worry, I'm tiring of him and his naïve innocence, but this is for you. Do you really think I'd give up this chance to help you, Naraku? I mean, I have him eating out of the palm of my hand! He'll tell me anything I want to know, when I want. I'll arrange for a private diner with him tonight so I can get the information out of him easily without his damned brother or any of his so called `slaves' interfering. Is that suitable for you darling?”...”Good, then I'll call him right now, and get back to you with all the arrangements, so you can enjoy from afar.” The miko chuckled at her stupid little comment. “Ok, I'll talk to you later then. Ja darling,” and with that, she ended the call, and started browsing though her cell phone's contact list until the name she wanted came up. Ringing could soon be heard.

 

“You there, with the fan,” she hadn't even bothered to learn her slaves' name. “Get me another martini-but this time a double with a twist.”

 

“Hai, kikyo-sama, as you wish,” the servant bowed slightly, but when she was inside the house, and she checked that no one was around, she mocked her master and flipped her the bird behind her back. `I wish I could find some poison to mix it with, but I guess she knows how much we all hate her and keeps them locked up in her room. Cleaning liquids are too obvious or she'd have died a long time ago. Stupid bitch, always ruining my fun. Damn her!' the girl thought as she poured the sixth martini that day.

 

Then she heard kikyo put on a false, high-pitched voice as she chirped into her cell phone.

 

“Konnichiwa Inu-kun! Daijoubou?”...

 

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The girl pulled herself back to the present when she realized that Sango was talking again. She mentally chided herself for not paying attention like that as she shook the last of the images out of her head.

 

“Do you want to meet her?”

 

“Hai, onigai.” Sango nodded as she led the way into the room and hung back as the girl approached the bed.

 

“Konnichi wa! My name's Aika, though, most call me Kesa. You can chose whichever, I answer to both, among various nicks as well,” the girl now dubbed Kesa said with a smile. The girl had long, straight brown hair down to her ass and short bangs that fell in a somewhat jagged line around her eyes. Her unbound hair that framed her delicate pale features was spilling over her broad shoulders as she looked down at Kagome. Her thin face wasn't marred by anything except a nearly invisible scar from her eye to her chin. A small pair of black-rimmed, emo-style, frames that must have cost a fortune, surrounded her kind, chocolate brown eyes. You could tell even though her baggy black shirt and boys carpenter jeans that she was athletic and had a nicely toned body-the kind great martial artists have. She was an inch or so shy of six foot, and it was hard to tell that she was only seventeen. She was filled out in all the right places- it was quite easy to tell that she was well endowed in the chest area, even though she had it bound (`She must fight' Kagome thought, `for her to bind her chest like that'). She wore only one piece of jewelry, which was a crescent moon necklace.

 

“Hey wait a minute; you threaten Miroku all the time that he has to call you Kesa!” Sango interrupted Kagome's observations by saying.

 

“Yeah, well, that's because he's a perverted houshi. I have a rule that all lechers must call me Kesa.”

 

“Why, pray tell, though I'm not sure I want to know the answer with you...” Sango asked, dreading the answer.

 

Kesa chuckled. “You honestly think I know woman?!” And Sango nodded. “Well, I sure as hell don't! If you find out let me know, because I've been wondering myself why I do that.”

 

Sango's face became very well acquainted with the floor after she facefaulted. Kagome just started silently cracking up. `These two are great! Kesa is funny and random, while Sango is knowledgeable and down-to-earth. How they get along is beyond me, but maybe I'll be able to figure it out before I'm kicked out.'

 

“I never got to introduce myself,” Kagome started quite hoarsely. Whatever Sango gave her was making her throat hurt. “My name's Kagome, and if you don't mind me asking, why such a difference with the names?”

 

“No, not at all,” Kesa responded. “Well, my former master- whose blasphemous name shall not be spoken- didn't think my birth name-which is Kesa-was good enough, so she changed it to Aika- which masters can do, you know? Though I hate to admit it, I kind of like the name, but everyone calls me Kesa anyway for some unknown reason. Except Miroku of course,” Kesa snickered and Sango whacked her hand to her forehead and shook her head at the idiot before her. “So if ya wanted to call me Aika, I wouldn't care,” she concluded.

 

“I think I'll call you Kesa too?” Kagome asked, the question evident in her voice. Kesa nodded and grinned as she heard someone rap on the door loudly, clearly impatient.

 

“So it starts,” Kesa said grinning like the Cheshire cat.

 

For those of you that mentioned the complete 180 on Inu-baby's personality, well, he's back! Kukuku, and thanks to all my beta readers for helping me out! I love you guys ::hands out Sesshy plushies to the girls, and Kagome plushies to the guys::

Oh, and if your wondering about Kesa, lets just say that I needed someone to put Sess with. I can't just leave him alone! Just keep in mind that this is NOT self-insertion, as this isn't me.

Inu: What are you anyway o.O?

Me: Careful Inu, or I might use my authoress powers to make you fall in love with Miroku! ::Evil laughter music plays in background::

Inu: ::Gulp::

Miroku: Hey! Why me? I'm not gay! O.O

Me: You won't love him though. This will be- ::Feels hand on ass:: HENTAI!! ::Bam::

Miroku: @.@

Me: ::Hides bat:: Well, he should be out for a while. He shouldn't mess with me and expect to get away with it.

 

Always- Kagura-hime

 

Translations

Gomen nasi-sorry

Hanyou-half demon

Itai-ouch

Baka-idiot, fool, dumb, jerk, or stupid, & when used correctly, ass

-sama~highest level of politeness. For people in a higher social status, lords & that sorta

thing, & a shop owner/employee to a customer

miko-priestess

Kami-god/spirit

Feudal era-the warring states era of Japan, starting in the 1500's

Ara-oh/oh my. Used by woman. So “ara kami” means “oh my god” basically

Konnichiwa-Hello

Hai-yes

Arigato-thank you

Obi-sash used by women

Yakuta-light and thin kimono usually worn in spring and summer

Kusoyaro- bastard. Fitting, ne?

Hentai-pervert

Nani-what

Ano-umm...

Daijoubou-how are you

Onigai-please

Houshi- Buddhist monk

Ne?-No?