InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave's Love ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

.: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: Ok, here it goes :takes deep breath: I own Inu-baby,and co. There. That wasn't too hard.
Inu: Idiot :Bonks me over head: that's not what your supposed to say!
Me: Then you do it.
Inu: Fine I will. :Takes deep breathe: The only person who can claim any rights over me and the rest of the gang is a Japanese woman by the name of Rumiko Takahashi. Now let me ask you. Does this idiot girl who can't even draw a straight stick figure look like she could create-
Fluffy: Kono Sesshoumaru? No, I do not believe a word of it. How was that?
Me:shakes head: Like you're the announcer dude on Jeopardy. I may not own you, but you're still my bitch Fluffy! (Since I gave Inu to a devoted reviewer :wink:) What the hell, I'll keep Inu til she picks him up. :Ties up Inu and Fluffy in chains and sticks them in closet:whistles and smiles innocently as she walks away:

Understand, I do NOT support slavery, and if anything, I am trying to show you all the horrors of it. I may have gone a little overboard, but then will we ever truly know what it's like to be a slave, and have a cruel master like this dude…:starts beating mean slave master with baseball bat:offers bat: Wanna take a swing? Think of him as a…piñata!

Recommended fics: Rebellious Assassin by Shin Shin-chan & Death to the Moon, and the sequel Once in a Blue Moon by Hika-chan. None of them got the reviews they deserve.

:A Slaves Love:
.:Prologue:.

A little six-year-old girl stood sobbing before her new master. She was standing in a small dark room that the man before her had just led her to shortly after she arrived here. It had a small cot in the left corner, with the appropriate clothing that slaves had to wear by order of the Slave Code splayed carelessly across it. That was all that was in the room besides a small window on the right wall that had bars going across it.

Getting back to the man in the room, you saw that he was about six foot, give or take, and had cold, dark eyes that glinted blood red when the miniscule amount of light hit them just right. His long, wavy, unbound locks were blacker than midnight on a moonless night. His features were dark and handsome, but looked as though they were chiseled out of ice.

The deathly pale and frail girl was scared and confused. She had absolutely no idea what was happening to her. Her mommy was gone, as was her small baby brother, and her father had left before her brother was even born. She was alone. And she sobbed harder.

“Silence! Girl, stop your pathetic brawling, and listen to me. I, Naraku, am your new master, and you will treat me as such. You will call me master, unless instructed otherwise. You will obey me, and only me, unless I give you specific orders. Do you understand?” The man now identified as Naraku asked.

The girl peaked out from behind two small hands that covered her angelic face. She looked at him with questioning eyes rimmed with tears, as if asking if this were real life, or just a horrible nightmare.

Naraku smirked. “Hmm, it seems you need your first lesson in being a slave to someone as powerful, and fearful, as myself. Always. Answer. Your. Master. When. He. Speaks. To. You,” He said slowly, and drawn out, to imprint it in her memory forever.

A malicious glint entered his eyes, as he approached the girl, leisurely, as if calculating what move to make next. The girl looked around her wildly, trying to find an escape from this intimidating creature of the night before her.

Then he grabbed her, and beat her-viciously- like a starving animal attacking its much-coveted prey. Like an animal that hasn't eaten in weeks, and was merciless to anything it considered food.

You could hear the ear splitting cracks of fragile bones breaking. The heart wrenching screams of the poor girl that fell victim to this beast's savage nature. If you looked at her now, you wouldn't be able to recognize her though the rapidly swelling bruises and welts. It was quite clear to anyone staying in Naraku's mansion what he was doing. Several of the servants just picked up the pace of their work, and tried to block out the sounds, for they were devastating to even the most hardened of ears. It is how he treated them as well, but they had grown used to it over these many long years.

Everyone knew there was nothing they could do to stop him. He overpowered them, both physically, and legally. The law stated that since he was her master, he could do whatever he pleased with her. Kill her if he fancied. And the government wouldn't bat an eye. He'd actually probably be given a medal, for ridding the earth of human scum. Because you see, in this world, youkai rule supreme, and humans were flecks of dirt beneath their feet. Humans meant next to nothing-if not nothing at all. They had no rights, and basically no life, with absolutely nothing to live for, except to serve their youkai masters. The now cruel demons had turned the tables and enslaved humans after being in that very same position that humans were in now for centuries. The revolution may have been before the humans' times, and even their parents-and most likely grandparents- but all older youkai remember it very clearly. Some even fought in it. They lost sons and fathers just as the humans did in their petty wars for shits and giggles. It was just as bloody and gory as any ten battles fought between mortals. Youkai were-are-much stronger and faster than ningens. How they allowed themselves to ever be enslaved is still a mystery to most- even ex-slaves.

One infantile youkai (compared to the rest who were older than time) had been sick of the nonsense, and quietly managed to get all other slaves in the household to ready to rebel, which they did after long hours of planning and intrigue. When news spread of the success, others followed suit, until entire human armies were dispatched to control them. These armies were easily taken care of, and they eventually stopped coming. Ningens bowed down to youkai, and placed their short lives in their clawed hands. The leader of the youkai, the young inu who had started it all, decided that it was only fair and just to show the weak humans the same courtesy shown to his kind.

Now don't think that the humans had treated demons, say, humanely for lack of a better word. They had treated them just as horrific, if not worse, and didn't spend the meager penny for a thought on it. They deserved everything they got. Maybe their children didn't, for they were innocent of any crime, but the youkai had turned into bloodthirsty beings, feeding off the adrenaline rushes caused by the delightful tickle of human fear in their sensitive noses. They decided to keep this new twist of fate for the same amount of time the humans had kept them.

And so, for thousands of years, youkai dominated all other species. The debt to them has been long since paid, and the wounds thrice healed over, but the hatred still runs deep. The fear of freedom and equality is too much for the demons to handle, and they keep ningens locked away, serving their every sadistic want and desire. Humans that have been told this tale, passed down from their forefathers, are only now beginning to see the horrible mistake their ancestors made so many eons ago.

As they say, revenge is a bitch.

Very few youkai treated their slaves with respect, and those who did were very hard to come by. Slave masters usually just took their anger out on a slave, by beating them, starving them, or just flat out killing them. This was the life that little six year old girl named Kagome Higurashi was destined to lead, exactly like the rest of her race, for the next ten years of her life.

I told you all I was re-doing this story, and you should be happy because I added details and length! Ha, I win! Now onto more important stuff.

Wow, was that dark and angsty, to re-write! But, obviously, I've done worse (look at my new one-shot “Crimson Tears” if you want to see what havoc I've reaped lately) Usually I try to write humor, but it err…
Fluffy: Sucks?
Me: Fluffy! How in bleeding hell did you get loose! I thought I locked those chains!
Fluffy: shows melted chains:
Me: Grrr…: ties up fluffy using dokkasou-proof chains and sticks him in the closet: NOW STAY THERE! Eh, sorry bout that, forget it ever happened: waves hands innocently:
Inu: Right, whatever, now can you please review, and get this lazy authoress of her ass and write some more, I wanna be with Kagome!
Me: I'm not even gonna ask how you got loose.
Inu: The Fluff-ball helped me.
Me: Why…?
Inu: `Cuz I bit his tail.
Me:: … facefault: Please help me! I'm surrounded by dumbasses! Hopefully with no taste buds either…or fur-balls for that matter.
Inu: I heard that.
Me: Hehehe…help me to improve my stupid, pointless humor, (and overall later depressingness) and hit that button that says REVIEW! Please :Cricket cricket:

Ja!
Kagura-hime

Translations
Kono (Sesshoumaru)- I (Sesshoumaru)
Youkai- Demon
Ningen- Human
Inu- Dog
Dokkasou- Toxic Flower Poison Claw. A natural attack of Sesshoumaru's.