InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave's Love ❯ A Few More Surprises ( Chapter 3 )

.: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 Miroku/Sango, Sess/OC

 

Disclaimer: Ok, the only thing that I can claim as my own, are: Kesa aka Aika, this twisted plot, and the quarter I just found under the couch to replace the one I gave away. Again, if anyone wants it, they're free to take it, since I have a HUGE stash under my bed. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't have said that...

 

Nothing really to say, except that this is a re-update, and I will write an alternate sess/kag version that will not involve Kesa, except maybe as an unimportant side character, when this is done, or close to it.

 

Recommended fics: Easy as 1, 2, 3 by Artemis Moon, A Royal Pain by Crystal Lord, Chaos at Camp by Lilfoxgirl, and Crazy 4 U and the sequel Crazier 4 u by The Random Queen. They're all funny as shit, so make sure to r/r them!

 

:A Slaves Love:

.:Chapter 3: A Few More Surprises:.

 

Last time -“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.

 

This time - “Will somebody open this damn door already?!” A familiar voice could barely be heard over the abuse the poor door was now receiving.

 

“If you would stop beating the shit out of it for two seconds, I would,” Kesa shouted back and the pounding ceased. A distinctive “bitch” could be heard, and then the sound of a slap.

 

“HEY! What was that for, bouzo!?”

 

“Don't speak in such a way to the ladies, and you won't get hurt.”

 

“Much,” Kesa chimed in. “Oh, and about the `bitch' comment, I have one thing to say to that: woof woof!”

 

At that, Sango had to bit her lip to keep from laughing, Miroku smiled, and Kagome chuckled while our dog-eared friend fumed.

 

“Why you...”

 

“Relax `Yash, it has nothing to do with your heritage. I say that to everyone who calls me a bitch, that's all. Besides, I've been saying that since I was twelve, and I didn't even make it up!” Kesa said wisely, saving her ass from the long-winded rant that had reached Inuyasha's tongue.

 

“What exactly does that mean anyway?” Kagome asked while Sango let the boys in, Inuyasha rubbing the back of his head. Kesa repositioned herself, slowly but comfortably as not to disturb the patient, on the bed next to Kagome as she began and explanation.

 

“It means that I agree that, yes, I am a bitch.” At Kagome's still confused look, she elaborated a bit. “A bitch is a female dog, right, so by saying `woof woof' it means I'm acting like a dog, therefore agreeing and verifying that the statement is true. My friend back in HokkaidÅ used to say it when I called her a bitch. Though why she started saying it, I have no idea...I always knew she was an oddball that one. A smart oddball though. The insane genius type, though the genius part never managed to break through the insanity...” Before Kagome even asked, Kesa sighed and answered her pending question.

 

“I'm not originally from around Kanazawa, which is the closest city by the way, but HokkaidÅ.” At Kagome's interested look, she grudgingly continued. “Well, ok fine. Once upon a time, I was a slave to a rich and powerful businessman who treated all his slaves with respect- for the most part anyway. Just don't disobey or piss him off. That's not good. Well, then, one day, almost instantly, for no known reason-well, not to me, a lowly slave, at least- his insanely successful technology business folded and he was left with next to nothing. I mean everything: his mansion, his VIP parking spot, his beloved country club membership, though I, and everybody else who knew him to any degree, do believe he missed his slutty, German engineered bimbo of a secretary and her long lunch breaks the most; the whole kit-an-caboodle hit him like a grand piano flung from Tokyo Tower. Actually, chucked off with a giant slingshot better describes it.” Kesa stopped to sigh and shake her head at the poor bastard who missed hot monkey sex more than money and material possessions. “Anyway, my second master comes around, offering to help him out by buying some slaves off of him for an enormous amount of money. Why, I have no idea. But I think she set it up so that he would take that fall for petty revenge, and must have suddenly sprouted a golden heart, that pumped that oh-so-blue blood through her veins, or went through some long guilt trip, or something ridiculously stupid like that. I mean come on. Everyone knows that if your doing something you're going to regret, then you have to stuff your conscious in a box, wrap it in chains, give it cement shoes, and send it deep-sea exploring. You can't suddenly change what happened because you feel sorry. If you're weak in that department, don't do it in the first place.” When Kesa noticed everyone's jaws playing footsies with the floor (or bed in Kagome's case) she cleared her throat and put on an innocent air, getting back on the right highway after taking the wrong exit. “O-kay, getting back on topic, I was one of the lucky ones picked, and taken back to her home in Tokyo. It's too bad. Maybe if she had kept that heart I wouldn't have tried to runaway so much. That's how I met `Yash though and was saved from my horrid fate of being a slave to that stupid bitch. And I don't mean that as a compliment.” For some reason, Inuyasha started growling around the bitch part, but quickly lowered it to levels humans couldn't hear, and merely glared menacingly at an innocent wall because of the warning looks Sango and Miroku quickly shot him. Kesa seemed not to notice, but if she did she ignored it. “So there's basically my life story in a nutshell. Not very interesting is it?” She finished, and started grinning cockily, considering she couldn't be serious for more than three seconds without doing something drastic. Like, say, breaking out in some sort of (scary) song and dance, which included more animal imitations than an octopus has tentacles.

 

`There's something that she left out. Something big. And the fact that Inuyasha started growling confirms it. I wonder what it could be. Maybe the same thing that happened to me happened to her. It must have been bad if she always tried to escape. It's ok though, considering we just met about twenty minutes ago. Maybe she'll eventually trust me enough to tell me. That is- if I'm here long enough.' Kagome thought, a shudder running down her back that no one noticed.

 

It was at about this time that Sango finally noticed that Miroku was dripping all over the floor, and narrowed her eyes at the small puddle at his feet.

 

“Miroku, what happened?” she asked carefully, knowing full well it had something to do with Kesa.

 

“My Lady, are you concerned for my welfare?” Miroku asked, a perverted grin in place.

 

“No, it's just that you stink, and you're dripping all over my floor, which I just cleaned no less. Now tell me.” Sango responded smoothly.

 

Miroku, looking a bit deflated, replied “Well Sango, if you wish to know than I shall of course oblige you.” He paused, a dramatic streak in him flaring up, and impressing no one. “Kesa poured a jar of pickles all over me to wake me up after SHE knocked me out.”

 

“You deserved it. You were being a complete perv!” Kesa retorted.

 

`Oh, this confirms that he must be the lecherous houshi she was talking about, though the monks robes already gave me the hint,' Kagome thought.

 

First, Sango's face was shocked, then red with suppressed angry.

 

“KESA! How could you? They were for dinner!” she was cut off by Kesa, who started whistling innocently, and sliding towards the nearest exit. Inuyasha and Miroku also remarkably shared this sentiment, and thought this was the best time to get out of the line of fire.

 

“You get back here Shinamori Kesa, I'm not done with you!” Sango screeched, which made Kesa stop in her tracks.

 

“Ouch, the full name, she's really pissed at you,” our brilliant dog-eared friend observed.

 

“What a brilliant deduction you made! With a mind like that, you've got to be the next Colombo,” was the exasperated reply he got.

 

“Feh. Let's go Miroku; it's safer out in the hall. Less homicidal women.”

 

Miroku nodded vigorously and followed Inuyasha, making sure to close the door behind him for once.

 

Before Sango could start ranting again, Kesa spoke and Kagome watched on with interest.

 

“Sango, I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist! You should have seen his face! One of the pickles got stuck in his robes, and he looked like a monkey trying to get it out,” she then did a perfect imitation of Miroku, making laughter bubble up inside Sango who tried to repress it, and Kagome who started cracking up slightly, mindful of her injuries. When Sango looked ready to explode again, whether from laughter or anger we'll never know, Kesa quickly added on to her earlier statement. “Anyway, I'll make it up to you by going and getting more pickles, for the dinner I was cooking to begin with. Is that ok with you?”

 

“The dinner I was helping to make.” Sango added, and eyed her warily for a second after her reply before smiling. “Why can't I ever stay mad at you?”

 

“Because I'm special! Oh, by the way, I've changed my mind: I'm going to cut the pickles out of the menu and do this after dinner.”

 

Sango narrowed her eyes and Kesa quickly added, “Because I need to pick out a movie for Kagome to watch so she has something to do, then I need to check on the already cooking dinner, and bring it up here, because I know we're going to eat with Kagome. If it's ok with her that is,” Kesa looked over at Kagome, who in turn smiled slightly, grateful for their company.

 

“So that concludes that I won't have time to do everything,” Kesa quirked an eyebrow at Sango, who in turn gestured toward the movie racks and walked toward the door.

 

“I'm going to go see what the boys wanted. Take your time.”

 

Kesa smiled and walked over to the movie racks and started rattling off various names.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Somewhere up on the fourth floor, a certain white haired youkai shook his head at all the racket going on below. It was just another normal day at the Tamakata house. One yelling at the other for some dumb statement or deed. Things and people smashing into walls and other hard or breakable objects. A certain houshi getting the life kicked out of him for saying something perverted. `You would truly believe that I'd be used to it by now,' he thought callously. It was always a little rowdy, but when that girl- Casey, or was it Kanna? He didn't know nor did he care at the moment- showed up two years ago, forget it. All hell had broke loose, and any scrap of normalcy left had gone to hell in a hand basket. Fast. And it never peaked its all-to-welcome head up again, even to check and see how we were getting along without it. And not to mention that he had the absolute pleasure of being her legal master whenever the inspectors finally gathered up the nerve to come check on them. Joy.

 

Sesshoumaru sighed as he took off his small designer reading glasses that no one in this house would catch him dead wearing. Though he was youkai, and had no need for them, (they were just plain glass) he wore them to look “professional” for his job. He had just become so accustomed to wearing them that he even wore them when alone. And they looked damned good on him, if he did say so himself.

 

He started to rub his temples in a counter-clockwise motion to relieve the oncoming headache. When that failed, he decided to go get some of those lovely little aspirin that might help, if his youkai system didn't start a `search and destroy' mission when he swallowed them that is.

 

As he made his way to the third floor, he heard one of the slaves- Sango he believed her name to be- telling his moronic, half-breed twit of a brother and that deviant monk about someone's injuries. And from what he heard of it, they were pretty damn serious.

 

`Probably another run-away slave that mydear brother has a knack for “rescuing.” He's an even bigger imbecile for always trying to play hero than I originally believed, and I thought that was damn near impossible,' he thought gliding past them soundlessly, ignoring them as he always did, the act being reciprocated.

 

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, a figure went streaking past him and straight into the kitchen. `Hmm, speak of the devil. Literally.' He thought sourly and his headache now reached the category of a migraine. `Damn,' he mentally cursed.

 

He continued to walk in the direction of the kitchen, except slower now- hoping to avoid the nuisance that had originally caused his minor irritation- now a full-fledged irritation at the mere thought of that stupid human wench. He growled suddenly and silently low in his chest.

 

He paused for a moment before opening the kitchen door. He really didn't feel like dealing with “it” right now, but his want for aspirin overpowered that thought in a split second and he shoved open the door with more force than necessary. `That bitch be damned. This is my house, and I will not tiptoe around because of her,' he thought to himself.

 

He spied her getting out the necessary ingredients to make dinner, while absently reaching for the radio, holding a pack of flour in one of her tiny hands.

 

“Don't you dare turn that bloody thing on,” Sesshoumaru growled at Kesa just as her hand hit the button.

 

Kesa dropped the bag just as classical music softly filled the room and Sesshoumaru was taken aback. `This imbecile listens to classical? I thought she'd turn on that god-awful head-bangers ball music she's renowned for. At least she has some taste.'

 

“Oh Sesshoumaru-sama! I didn't hear you come in.” Then she bent down and retrieved the flour. “Luckily this didn't break. Could you imagine what it would be like if it did?” she giggled softly, barely audible over the solo violin piece of Allegro, Ma Non Tanto.

 

`What is she in such a good mood about? Could it possibly be because of that bitch my brother dragged in? What am I complaining about? I should just enjoy it while it lasts- she's not going to be docile and sweet for too long,' Sesshoumaru pondered.

 

Suddenly, a loud bang and incomprehensible screaming could be heard coming from the third floor. Kesa sighed while closing her eyes and shook her head. “Children,” she muttered and set the flour on the table.

 

Sesshoumaru nearly snorted at the irony. If only she knew she did the same exact things, she wouldn't be caught dead acting so hypocritical when she wasn't the one causing the trouble…for once. But of course, he didn't. He had more self-control than that. And besides, he wanted to keep her docile for once- his head would definitely applaud him for it if he did.

 

Suddenly she whirled around and Sesshoumaru thought she had returned to her old mischief-making habits again. But she surprised him yet again, almost making him think that this was some imposter, and not truly the ex-slave his brother dredged up from the streets of Shinjuku.

 

“Did you need something Sesshoumaru-sama? I doubt you came down here for no reason. Can I help?” If Sesshoumaru wasn't the master at hiding his emotions, he would have stared at her second head, wondering if it could sing as well as dance. But he was, so of course, he didn't.

 

“No,” he said coolly, almost dismissively. She blinked in shock and stared as he moved toward her and glared down upon her when he was in front of her. Kesa had no idea what was going on. `Has he gone mad? Is he going to kiss me, or something else so romantically clique? Gah! This is Sesshoumaru we're talking about. He wouldn't kiss me...would he?' Her mind trudged through these deliciously dirty gutters in several other directions, until she was pushed back down to the hard pavement, quite painfully and un-expectantly, by his deep sound-waves rippling out of his pale throat and crashing into her eardrum.

 

“Are you going stand there and gawk all day, or are you going to get out of my way voluntarily?”

 

Kesa shook her head and stepped to the side silently. `What was I thinking. Sesshoumaru wouldn't kiss me. I don't think he could. I am only human after all. Way below his oh-so-high status. Besides- I don't think he'd let himself fall in love. Wait, why would I want him to fall for ME?! Grr...I DON'T like that cold-blooded, ignorant, self-absorbed, egotistical, pompous ass bastard anyway! Hmph!' And to that internal battle won, she nodded to herself as the door shut quietly behind the 200 solid pounds of inuyoukai muscle that was the source of her distress.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Inuyasha ran his hands through his hair after Sango listed Kagome's injuries on her fingers. Miroku had a thoughtful expression on his handsome face, and several knots on the top of his head where Sango had hit him repeatedly for trying to grope her.

 

“It seems that she's handling this well. Perhaps...this has happened before?” he inquired.

 

“I wish it didn't, but it definitely has. She told me that it has happened to her almost everyday since she was six. Also, even if she hadn't told me, I still would have known because of the way the injuries are. Ano…she said that her master, and one who beat her…was Kusoyaro Naraku,” Sango said slowly.

 

Inuyasha's face twisted into an expression of fury at haven been given yet another reason to hate that loathsome bastard. `I was right. The son of a bitch that did this to her is heartless.' He started growling first deep in his chest, then it became louder as it moved to his throat, blocking out the soft sounds of The Cowboy Bebop movie, Knocking On Heavens Door, playing in the room behind him.

 

“Inuyasha, please calm yourself. I know how much you despise Naraku, but you'll never be able to help Kagome-sama if you let your anger cloud your judgment,” Miroku pleaded.

 

Inuyasha stopped growling almost instantly. A heavy silence settled over the three as the sound of Spike's gun shattered the mounting tension building among the only three in the hallway.

 

“Sango,” Miroku started, while turning to look at said person. She nodded and he continued. “Would it be possible if we could meet her officially? As in actual introductions this time?” Sango nodded yet again, opened the door, and led the way.

 

Kagome looked over at the sound of entering footsteps and smiled shakily when she saw Sango and Inuyasha.

 

“Kagome, this is Miroku and Inuyasha, who you've obviously already met,” Sango stated, while gesturing to the appropriate people.

 

“It's very nice to meet both of you. I'm Kagome, as I'm sure you already know by now,” Kagome smiled slightly and had an amused tone to her soft, slightly hoarse voice.

 

Though she was already feeling quite tired and lethargic, uneasiness was added to the mix when suddenly Miroku walked over to her, and rested his hand on hers. Inuyasha must have known what he was about to do, and tried to get to him, looking ready to kill. Sango stopped him and whispered in his ear, “Let him. Once he does, we'll have a good reason to hurt him. Multiple times. Then we sic Kesa on him. You know what she'll do to him for bothering Kagome-chan when she's like this.”

 

Inuyasha still didn't look happy, but he went along with it, while Sango rolled her shoulders, getting ready to add a few more informative chapters to the How To Kick Major Ass book.

 

Meanwhile, Miroku put on his most charming lady-killing smile, and said smoothly and confidently, “I know we just met, and this is quite sudden for you, but I have something I would like to ask of you.” At Kagome's puzzled face, he continued. “I would like for you to bear me a son. Now now Kagome-sama, don't give me that look, I don't mean right this second-it wouldn't be possible for you. But once your wounds heal, and you know me better, then it will happen as soon as you are ready.”

 

Kagome's eye started twitching, and she spoke quite clearly, “If I could move without putting myself in agony, and ruining Sango-chan's excellent splints, I would slap you so hard you'd be unconscious until I was healed. Are we clear on that?”

 

“That's ok, because I would be awake by then according to what you said-” Miroku couldn't say anymore, seeing as how Inuyasha had him in a headlock. Even though he sat by and watched as Miroku made an ass of himself, he couldn't just let him harass Kagome when she obviously wasn't interested. Inuyasha felt relieved about that for some reason. `Why do I care anyway? It's not like I like her! I'm just angry because this girl is thankfully living proof of just what a shithead Naraku really is. No, I couldn't like her...because there's no way she want me anyway, so what's the point of hoping she's different?'

 

Inuyasha just narrowed his glowing amber eyes, dropped an unconscious-from-lack-of-air Miroku flat on his face, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The DVD player skipped on a scratch and kept playing the line `If only' over and over until a shocked Sango finally walked over to the TV and cleared Spikes face from the screen.

 

::Sniff:: Isn't it a sad ending? Oh well, lets see what I come up with next. And by the way-no I DIDN'T die, I just didn't have much time to write with school and violin and stuff. Again, sorry for the long wait. I love you all who have stuck it out with me this long! So, will you tell me how much you care by dropping a little review for me? Please? ::Cricket cricket::

 

Ja ne!

-Kagura-hime

 

Me: Phew…I proofread two chapters in one day. Aren't I special?

Inu: Special. No. Special Ed. Definitely.

Me: Hey! Ya big meanie!

Inu: Do you hear something? ::Cocks head::

Me: ::Looks nervously at room where Sess is beating up kikyo:: Hey! Why don't you go find Kagome and practice!

Inu: Ok ::Grabs Kagome and they start making out::

Me: Oh get a room you two!

Kagome: But we're already in a room!

Me: One without me please ::sweatdrop::

Inu: ::Grabs me, drops me outside the door, and locks it::

Kurama: Well you did say a room without you, ne?

Me: Meet my muses Heie and Kurama

Heie: We'll make her write faster, don't worry. ::Evil grin::

Me: Well, I'm going to go write the next chapter, so Ja ne till next time! ::Runs off::

 

Translations

Bouzo-a derogative term for a Buddhist monk

Houshi-Buddhist monk

Youkai-demon

-sama- a suffix used for people above your status, and a shop owner/employee to a customer

Inuyoukai-dog demon

Kusoyaro-bastard

Naraku-an old, unused word meaning hell

 

Heie and Kurama: ::start cracking up::

Kurama: Lets make sure that she's actually writing...

Me: ::Still running...::