InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave's Love ❯ The Pain of Jest ( Chapter 5 )

.: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: Damn you people are picky. I don't own Lord Fluffy-tail...but he's still hot.

 

Ok…nothing much. Just that, duh, I've redone all previous chapters, and I would like for you to reread them, since I've added information, expanded, updated the shitty-ass writing style, edited grammar, and all around revived it. Go me.

 

Recommended fics: Autumn Bane by Rosefire1, Home is Where the Hurt Is and the sequel Home is Where the Heart Is by Rogue Pryde, and 28 Days by Rozefire.

 

:A Slaves Love:

.:Chapter 5: The Pain of Jest:.

 

Last time- Inuyasha's fist was shaking with the need to hit something. “That bastard will pay!” he growled loudly.

 

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Naraku will die. We all have something in our past that he's wounded us with. You: kikyo, Miroku: the kazaana, me, well I'll tell you that one some other time, and I know he did something that hurt Sango badly. I could tell when she told me his name that it meant something to her- and with his track record, it can't be that he just forgot to send her a Christmas card one year. Don't worry; he's definitely going down. He's pissed off, ripped off, and killed too many people for his crimes to go unpunished for too long. We'll get him Yash. His end is near,” Kesa consoled Inuyasha's burning rage, and dwindled it down to a mere anger that could only be satisfied by one thing, and one thing only: seeing Naraku swimming in a puddle his own blood.

 

This time- “Mmm...This is great Kesa!” Sango chewed happily on the dinner that Kesa had begun making before the incident with Kagome.

 

“I doubt it…but thanks anyway Sango. Just remember you have to tell Ayume-chan that too, since she finished while I was helping Kagome,” she replied abashedly.

 

`She's never been self-absorbed. At least not since the day I met her,' Sango thought gratefully, `Because if she had been an egotistical bitch, I would've had to smack her repeatedly until I knocked that disease outta her.'

 

“Don't give me that. You made most of it, and you're the one who decided to try something new. Don't be modest; be proud that you made something this delicious.”

 

“Well, I can be modest if I want, so plehhhh,” Kesa blew a raspberry at the smiling girl across from her.

 

Sango laughed as Kesa gathered up her plate and chopsticks, and gestured for Sangos, but the said girl shook her head. Kesa shrugged and put the scraps in the trash, along with the chopsticks, and the dish in the sink. She then grabbed one of the three dishes sitting on the counter, and popped it in the microwave to warm it up.

 

“Whatcha doin'?” Sango asked with her mouth full of grilled, teriyaki flavored chicken.

 

“I know that even though Inuyasha is a food-hound-yes there was pun intended there-” Kesa smiled at the amused look Sango shot at her, “he won't leave Kagome's side until she wakes up. And also I don't want to bother Ayume again, so I thought I'd bring Sesshoumaru up his dinner. I'll leave Miroku's here, since I don't have a clue as to where he is. I'll let you deal with him,” Kesa smirked suggestively and ducked as Sangos shoe came flying at her head, giggling girlishly.

 

“What ever you may hear, I do not like Miroku in any way, shape, or form, so just shut up about him,” Sango blushed furiously.

 

“Well I'm sorry to hear that Sango-chan. I was hoping for just the opposite actually.”

 

Sango's face scrunched up in an oh-please-god-no expression as she slowly twisted towards the kitchen door, face glowing tomato red, while Kesa on the other hand was having an extremely difficult time containing the mountain of giggles waiting to explode from her mouth.

 

“Uh...Miroku...when did you get here?” Sango coughed embarrassedly.

 

“I just arrived a few moments ago. I believe it was around the time that Sesshoumaru was mentioned.”

 

Kesa couldn't hold it anymore, and she roared with mirth. Sango's other shoe went flying in her direction, but Kesa wasn't paying attention. However she had decided at that very moment to double-over clutching her stomach, and it missed her by a mere inch. It didn't, however, miss the pots and pans hanging up from the ceiling. Miroku and Sango joined in with the laughing now, and a faint “shut up!” was heard from one of the upper floors.

 

The kitchenware was jingling merrily along with the now forced laughter, which was quickly fading. Soon three people were awkwardly standing around a kitchen, staring at anything but each other. Finally, someone became sick of the stifling silence, and effectively broke it.

 

“Man Sango, you really need some anger management. Yanno that, right?” Kesa smirked while picking up Sangos' shoes.

 

“I DO NOT NEED ANGER MANAGEMENT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!”

 

“You're welcome…” Kesa mumbled while rubbing her ears.

 

“You had said something about dinner, my lady?” Miroku quickly changed the subject.

 

“Yeah, and since you're here, you can have the stuff I'm heating up.”

 

“Thank you Kesa. And may I ask who the food was originally for?” Miroku quirked an inquisitive eyebrow.

 

“Either Sesshoumaru or Yash, whoever I gave it to.”

 

At Miroku's puzzled look, Kesa sighed and elaborated a bit while Sango slurped up the rest of the sauce on her dish.

 

“I was heating up” -BEEP BEEP BE- the microwave interrupted her speech.

 

But Kesa interrupted its speech when she quickly opened the microwave door. She knew how the youkai in the house hated that sound.

 

She grabbed a pack of chopsticks from the drawer, and handed him the teriyaki chicken that she had cooked.

 

“It's American,” she said when Miroku opened his mouth.

 

“It's good. Who cares what it is,” Sango interrupted as she cleaned up her dish and whatnot.

 

“As I was saying,” Kesa put one of the other dishes into the microwave, “I was heating up Sesshoumaru and Yash's dinners, and I was going to bring it up to them. So the one that you just got would have gone to whomever I plopped it down in front of. Got all that?”

 

“Yes, I understand now. May you ladies excuse me? I wish to dine in my room tonight.”

 

“Sure”

 

“Whatever”

 

Miroku bowed his head in acknowledgement, and left the room. When he was out of earshot, Kesa got an impish grin on her face.

 

“And you don't like him. I'll understand perfectly if you want to leave me and help him find some after-dinner entertainment.”

 

“GOD YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH SOMETIMES!!!”

 

BEEP BEEP BEEP

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Kesa knocked on the door to Sango's room, carefully ginger of her forearm, which was quite sore and bruised after having to block the kicks and punches Sango threw at her after her little comment about Miroku. She had paid dearly for that remark, but she wouldn't trade anything in the world for the look on her face.

 

Inuyasha opened the door, and looked at Kesa who was picking a full dinner tray up of the floor, where she had set it so she could knock.

 

“Thought you might be hungry,” she smiled.

 

“Feh, I'm not hungry,” the stubborn hanyou turned up his nose.

 

Kesa saw the slight twitch of his nose, which meant that he smelled it, and wanted it.

 

She pushed past him into the room, and set the tray down on one of the nightstands. Inuyasha just stared at her, as she set the other tray down at Kagome's feet, and checked her vitals. When she was done, she sighed and smiled gently.

 

“She's out of the woods. She's only sleeping now,” she grabbed the tray and walked towards the door. As she passed Inuyasha, Kesa said, “Leave the tray in the hallway when you're done. I'll pick it up later.”

 

Inuyasha just stared as she walked out and closed the door behind her.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Kesa smiled softly as she walked up the stairs to the fourth floor. `I wonder what he'll do when I of all people show up at his door…'

 

She padded swiftly and silently down the carpeted hallway toward the end of the corridor. When she reached Sesshoumaru's room, she sighed slowly and quietly knocked on the door. He answered within moments, and stood there looking quite annoyed.

 

“Wench, why do you bother me when I so obviously detest your presence?” he snarled in her face.

 

“Well I'm sorry that I interrupted your precious work, master, but I thought that since there was no formal dinner tonight, you might be a little hungry. I was only trying to make things a little easier for you so that you didn't have to stop working, go downstairs, make your food, and come back up! Never again will I go out of my way to help you!” She ranted at him, slammed the tray into his arms, and stalked off. `Grr…I can't BELIEVE that I thought he would kiss me in the kitchen earlier! He is definitely a virgin with that attitude; and even if he isn't, he probably sucks at it anyway. Stupid tight-ass bastard.'

 

Sesshoumaru merely raised an eyebrow after reading her thoughts, and smirked while he spoke down the hallway to her. “You do realize that we pay servants to do things like this, correct?”

 

“OH WILL YOU JUST BITE ME!”

 

“Hmm…” Sesshoumaru's grin merely got larger as he backed into the room and shut the door, making sure that he locked it securely.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------As Kesa was storming by Sangos room, the steam coming off her head almost blocked her sight of the empty tray on the ground. Almost.

 

Kesa's bad mood evaporated in seconds as she picked up the tray and continued down to the kitchen whistling a cute little tune.

 

.:ONE WEEK LATER:.

“Itai!”

 

“Sorry Kag, I didn't mean to hurt you,” Sango said apologetically, while stretching Kagome's sore legs.

 

“Liar. Of course you meant to hurt her. It's your life's mission to do so.”

 

WHAM. “ITAI!”

 

“No, it's my life's mission to bash that sarcasm out of you, Kesa”

 

“No, it's your life's mission just to bash me, since you know that I'll never change.”

 

“True. Very true,” Sango agreed thoughtfully.

 

Kagome giggled and looked between the pair she now came to trust completely. `These two are better than the three stooges. And just a tad bit more violent…'

 

“Hey Kag.”

 

“Nani?” Kagome asked, looking over at Kesa, who was lying next to her playing some game where you blew off peoples heads, swiped cars, and a bunch of other violent junk that she loved doing.

 

“Do ya wanna see the gardens?” She asked without looking away from the screen, where she had just blown up a helicopter or two.

 

“How? My legs still aren't healed, and I can't move very much.”

 

“Hold on a sec.” Game paused for the first time in an hour and a half. Sadistic murderer has left the room, and Sango just stared at the door after her, her brow creasing in obvious confusion.

 

“Oro…?”

 

Sango just shrugged, sat down on the bed, and unpaused the game. About five minutes later, Kesa came back, carrying something under her arm that look suspiciously like a folded up wheelchair.

 

“Merry Christmas Kag, you've just won my old wheelchair. I dug it out of the attic-“ She stopped short when the sounds of a violent car chase ended, and turned slowly to the T.V. screen where BUSTED was seen in big letters.

 

“You didn't…”

 

“Hehehe…gomen?” Sango asked, fearing the wrath of the game freak in front of her.

 

She looked peeved for a moment before shrugging and saying, “It's ok, I can get to six stars again in under ten minutes, no biggie,” She walked over and turned off the PS2.

 

While Sango stared in shock, Kesa finished what she had started. “Now where was I…” You could almost see the light bulb dully flickering on top of her head, never actually staying lit.

 

“The wheel chair, and the attic…” Kagome suggested helpfully.

 

CLICK. “NOW I remember! I dug this thing out of the attic a few days ago for you, so I could show you around, and man was it hell getting it out. It was dusty and smelly and hot as balls up there.”

 

“Kesa! Watch your language!” Sango scolded again for god knows what time that day.

 

“Sorry mom,” she rolled her eyes.

 

“You'd better be!” Sango playfully wagged her finger.

 

“Uhh, guys? I'm not sure I can get myself in that thing,” Kagome voiced as Kesa unfolded the chair.

 

In response, Kesa gingerly slipped her arms under Kagome's back and under her ass.

 

“Don't take this personally,” she commented when Kagomes face looked horrified. Suddenly Kagome's face looked coy, and now it was Kesa's turn for a little horror.

 

“You know you like it.”

 

“Oh yeah baby,” Kesa smiled, winking at Kagome.

 

Sango faked barfing in the corner as Kesa slipped Kagome into the chair, leaving her legs on the bed.

 

“Hmm…” She scrunched up her face as she tried to figure out how to get Kagomes legs on the leg rests without hurting her before unnoticed broken calf bone, and broken ankles.

 

“Sango, come over her and hold her feet while I back up the chair and lift up the bars.”

 

“Ok.”

 

Sango walked around the bed, and carefully picked up Kagome under the ankles, while Kesa moved the chair back and lifted up bars that she had attached that held Kagomes legs and feet straight in front of her.

 

“SWEET! Does it hurt Kag?” Kesa cheered when they were done.

 

“It's a little uncomfortable, but I'll live,” Kagome responded.

 

“Then let's go.” Sango took the words right out of Kesa's mouth.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Kesa held open the doors as Sango wheeled Kagome along. They had just finished giving her a quick tour of the mansion and were now going outside to show her the surrounding landscape. When Kagome saw all the mountains and the sea in the distance, she immediately wanted to go exploring.

 

“Wow…I've never seen the sea before. Or mountains like this for that matter. Only Mt. Fuji and that was only from a good distance.”

 

“Well then, once you're healed, we'll take you swimming and hiking with us,” Kesa told her, discreetly glancing at her arm, leg, knee, ankle and wrist casts. The wrap around her torso for her ribs wasn't visible through her shirt, and neither were all the bandages for the cuts and gashes. `Which won't be anytime soon.' She silently added after assessing the time it would take for her to fully heal.

 

Sango, meanwhile, had started absentmindedly pushing Kagome around back, and hadn't seen the large stick five feet in front of them, and Kagome was looking at the clouds, seeing what shapes she could find.

 

Kesa was staring out into the distance, remembering her own injuries, and absently rubbed her scarred cheek. She was violently shaken out of her revere by Kagome's screams of agony.

 

“Ara Kami! I'm so sorry Kagome! I didn't see the branch there! Please forgive me!” Sango hurriedly explained to a pain-stricken Kagome who was clutching her ribs with her mostly uninjured arm.

 

Suddenly Inuyasha and Miroku appeared on his balcony and looked down worriedly.

 

“What's happening? Is everything ok?”

 

“Lady Kagome!”

 

“Everything's fine, she just got jostled a little and it hurt her ribs,” Sango explained, pulling an herbal ointment out of her pocket.

 

“A LITTLE!?” Kagome screamed before deflating a little.

 

“Uh…Sango?” Kesa started

 

“Yeah,” she said absently, while unbuttoning Kagome's shirt to rub the herb on her chest to stop some of the pain.

 

“Remember what happened last time you tried giving her an herb?” Inuyasha finished for her.

 

At this Sango stopped. “Well this is a different herb and the fact that she's not ingesting it should stop any of the reactions of last time.”

 

“I almost died, right?” Kagome asked slowly, rubbing the Band-Aid on her throat.

 

“Yeah…” Sango started, “But Kesa saved you.”

 

“I know…what herb did you put on my throat again? It stings a little.”

 

“Yarrow. It spurs blood coagulation and is used as a pain reliever and stuff. It stings-“

 

“Because it's a foreign substance on broken skin. Anything on broken skin will hurt, healing ointment or not,” Kesa finished, looking up at Inuyasha and Miroku, both leaning on the balcony railing, trying to send Sango a subtle message.

 

Message received. “Everything's fine down here. Go back to doing what you were doing before.”

 

“If you insist…” Miroku trailed off, staring hopefully down at Kesa, silently pleading for her to let him go down there and be with Sango.

 

“Beat it,” she said, crushing the monks` hopeful face and sending him inside with his tail between his legs.

 

“Feh, later,” Inuyasha waved offhandedly over his shoulder following the depressed houshi inside.

 

“Finally! It's so hard to talk with them around,” Sango said, pulling a small pair of scissors out of her pocket and cutting the wrap around Kagome's ribs.

 

“Now what herb are you using?”

 

“Witch hazel ointment,” Kesa butt in again.

 

“Do you mind? She was asking me,” Sango complained to a grinning Kesa.

 

“No, not at all. I didn't hear your name being mentioned, so it was all fair ground,” she taunted while a big frustration mark mysteriously appeared on Sango's head.

 

“Dumbass…”

 

“Yes my ass is dumb.”

 

“Grr…”

 

Kagome looked back and forth between the mock angry friends. “You two are so childish.”

 

“Am not!”

 

“Thank you. It's nice to be noticed.”

 

Kagome giggled, but immediately stopped when her chest began hurting. “How could you tell?” she asked when the pain receded.

 

“About what, the herb? The smell. It's very distinct to any herbalist.”

 

“Ah…”

 

She quickly sucked in a breath when Sango's cool hands began rubbing the salve on her ribs.

 

“Gomen nasi, just a little longer…” she apologized quickly, rubbing as soft as possible.

 

When Kesa saw Kagome gripping the wheelchair arm tightly, she grabbed her hand and told her to squeeze it to help with the pain. Kagome gladly obliged, and Kesa nearly found herself with a broken hand!

 

When Sango had finished and Kagome let go of her hand, Kesa rubbed it looking hurt. “Damn girl, that's one hell of a grip you have there.”

 

Kagome looked at her guiltily and began to profusely apologize, but Kesa would hear none of it.

 

“I volunteered. No apologies needed. Trust me, I know what it feels like,” she said, turning her back and walking away. “C'mon, we'd better bandage you up again before we continue.”

 

Sango looked at her sadly while wheeling her friend along after her. `She sure as hell knows the pain this girl is going through. Sure as hell indeed.'

 

Well tadaa!! Here it is, the long anticipated chapter that will disappoint everyone! Damn I suck… ANYWHO I start school in 3 days, but I'll probably be so bored in class that I'll start writing the next chappie. God I have no life -_-

Inu: damn straight!

Me: shut up. You're not supposed to agree! >.<

Inu: of course I am

Me: why…

Inu: `cuz it pisses you off

Kagome: SIT!

Inu: *thump* BIIIITCH!!

Kagome: I think my work here is done!

Me: ^_^ yup

 

Man I REALLY need a life x.x

 

Translations~

Kazaana- Wind tunnel. The hole in Miroku's right hand in both the show and here

Youkai- Demon

Itai- Ouch

Nani- What

Oro- What Kenshin says in the show Rurouni Kenshin. Something along the lines of the

male version of ara (`Oh', `oh my') or `what'

Gomen- Sorry

Ara Kami- Oh my god. Ara= 'oh' `oh my' and kami=god/spirit

Houshi- Low ranking Buddhist monk

Gomen nasi- I'm very sorry

 

Welp, me thinks that's all of them, so until the next time I post (gods know when that'll be ^^;;) Ja.

 

Always~ kagura-hime aka jen