InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Demands ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven:

Demands

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As she purified the last bit of poison from the last injured soldier, Kagome swayed slightly.

She was exhausted. Her entire body felt as though it bore the weight of the world. She felt completely and utterly drained of energy; how she was still standing on her feet she had no idea. She felt ready to topple over and she knew if she did so that she would not be able to get up again.

Never in all her nineteen years of life had she ever felt so completely drained.

Rubbing her tired eyes, her eyebrow began to twitch in irritation. She was sorely pressed not to smack the Youkai into next eve.

He was doing it again.

Ogling her breast as though she had not eyes in her head, as if she could not see where his eyes were focused. Or maybe he just did not care?

The arrogant bastard.

She'd bet on the latter rather than the former. Crossing her arms she met his heated gaze head on, challenging him to continue to stare. To her horror his gaze became more heated, making her feel naked before his yellow eyes. She turned away from him with a huff and continued to treat the sleeping soldier.

He was disgusting and rude and she would not waste another moment of her time in glaring at him.

Yamiko grinned.

He was all too pleased this day. His men would live, he would get to confront the Northern Lord and take this delectable female back to the Southern lands with him. It was almost too good to be true. He had almost laughed aloud at the scolding look she had given him for staring at her breast, but son of bitch did that woman have melons under that damp kimono.

He was a young, red blooded male, what the hell was he supposed to do? Look away?

He snorted inwardly.

Not fucking likely.

She was hot and she knew it. He'd be damned if he pretended that he didn't like what he saw and he damn sure wasn't going to let her glare him into submission. He wasn't ashamed of looking at her body.

Quite the contrary.

He wanted her to know he was interested, wanted her to see the desire that he felt for her. It was easier that way. When he approached her with said desire it would not come as a surprise or a shock to her.

But that would have to wait until later. Right now, with his soldiers out of danger, he was itching to confront the Northern Lord.

They had yet to come across the absent Lord; it seemed the coward was hiding in his own castle.

How pathetic.

How that spineless male managed to make the Northern lands prosper would forever remain a mystery to him. But that no longer mattered now. Unknown to his two companions, Yamiko had his own plans for the Northern Lord.

He meant to challenge him for the rights to the Northern land.

Such a victory would put him above Lord Sarinji and equal to Lord Sesshomaru in prosperity and military. He didn't foresee any issue with his plan, it would be a legitimate challenge, and the Northern Lord had to accept least he look like a weakling.

Although he knew nothing about the man, he was confident he wouldn't be defeated. Any male that ducked and shrouded himself in mystery as the Northern Lord had to be a weakling. Maybe he was a human. A weak and scared, cowardly human. That would sure as hell make things simple and easy. Surely a human would never try and accept a challenge from a Youkai. No human would ever be that foolish.

Didn't matter, whether he was a weak human or a weak Youkai he would be defeated. No doubt about it.

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"Move it! Hurry! We must arrive before night fall!" Jaken commanded the servants that steered the carriages with his Lords belongings.

They were not more than an hour away from the Northern castle, for he could already see the giant castle in the distance. Looking around the land Jaken had to admit it was indeed prosperous and beautiful. Green pastures, rolling hills of healthy vegetation, cool breezes. It was a sight to behold indeed.

A land that should belong to his Lord.

Jaken nodded at that thought. The Northern Lord clearly had no business running lands as great and beautiful as the Northern lands. The male was a spineless coward. Not fit to run lands that were second to the Western lands.

Damn that Northern Lord. If not for him, he would not be here at the moment but back in the Western lands.

The audacity of that Northern Lord! Hiding behind proxies and excuses! How dare he not show up when his Lord summoned him! Hump! No one dared ignore a direct command to appear from his liege Lord, but this Northern Lord had done so, over and over again. His Lord may well have already killed that coward by now for that offense alone.

He could only hope.

Killing the male would add the Northern lands to the vast amount of lands of the Western lands. At the rate with which his Lord was developing, he could easily conquer all of Japan.

Jaken smiled at that thought.

Such an occurrence would be like a dream come true. His Lord running the entire land of Japan. He would love to see the day.

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Kagome sighed as she turned to the three Lords. Her legs trembled from the strain of holding herself up.

"They should be fine after a bit of rest. The poison has been neutralized and their fevers have broken. There are no permanent injuries that I can detect," Kagome said tiredly.

She wanted to sleep for days, maybe even weeks; healing so many in one day had drastically sapped her energy.

Taking a step towards them proved to be a mistake; the room spun and darkness lapped at her vision. She felt her head swim and her legs give out.

Seeing her sway Yamiko put an arm around her waist to steady her, amazed at how soft she felt, how slight her weight was.

She barely weighed anything. He was also struck by the rightness of her in his arms, the heat that radiated from her; it scorched him, even through his heavy silk kimono. Instant lust exploded through him and he had to fight the urge to bear her down to the ground, strip her clothing from her body and ride her hard and deep despite the people watching.

He chuckled mentally.

He had never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but there was a first for everything he guessed.

She stiffened at the feel of his hands on her body. She had never been held by a male before, not really anyways. Sure she hugged Rykotsu or Miroku but they didn't count. Rykotsu was like her father and Miroku like her brother.

It wasn't…unpleasant , it did however shock her.

She had never been touched in such a way by any male. She blushed, as she looked up to thank him, fierce golden eyes captured hers. The fury in those eyes made her shrink back into the male body that held her, bringing more anger to those sharp amber eyes. Lord Sesshomaru seemed angry, nay, furious with her. Confused at what she had done to become the focus of such animosity, Kagome wrestled her gaze from his and looked into blazing yellow eyes.

Good Lord these males had expressive eyes.

"T-thank you Lord Yamiko, I'm quite alright now," she said trying to untangle herself from his arms.

He seemed reluctant to release her however. Mischief danced in those yellow depths, and a roguish smirk made its way to his perfect lips. Kagome thought he looked dangerously handsome that way.

"What's your hurry fair maiden? Are you not fond of me? I find I am quite found of you," he said huskily.

Wanting to role her eyes at the brazen line, Kagome managed not to in favor of placing a tight smile upon her lips.

"While that is a very kind thing to say, my Lord, I cannot say I am as fond of you as I do not know you sir. Would you please be so kind as to release me?"

For a second she thought he would refuse as his arms tightened around her for a moment before he released her.

Even then he couldn't just let her go without going an extra step. As he released her, his hands moved down her waist in s brief caress that left her flustered, her face red and her hand itching and twitching to smack his face onto the floor and make him eat it. With a smirk upon his handsome face Yamiko moved to stand next Lord Sarinji, who, at the moment, looked less than pleased with the young man.

Blazing malice, she could feel it, a dark anger that burned hot. Amber eyes once again arrested hers, and if she'd thought him fearsome looking then, he was ten times as frightening now.

Sesshomaru ignored the beast in favor of glowering at the female. How dare she allow someone other than himself to touch her! Let alone caress her! She would pay!

He clenched his fists.

Even as those irrational thoughts entered his mind he knew them for what they really were. Irrational thoughts greatly influenced by his lack of control over his inner beast. He was not normally so irrational; he was usually in control of all of his emotions and thoughts. He felt out of control and on the edge, ready to lash out at the slightest provocation.

But this woman, she banished all rational and logical thought. She heated his blood, sent it rushing painfully to his groin. Lust consumed him completely. He had never felt this way about a woman, least of all a human woman, and to be completely honest, he had no idea how in the hell to handle it.

Which was a first for him.

Usually women fell at his feet, clawed at each other in an effort to gain his attention. But this one, nay, she was not falling anywhere near his feet.

Angry eyes landed on Yamiko.

That whelp thought to steal his female. He could see it in those damned yellow eyes of his, in the way he had dared to caress her body before releasing her.

He'd devour that pup. Grind his bones into powdered dust with his bare hands.

It was time to stake his claim and let all in this room know of his intentions towards that woman.

Choking back a vicious growl, Sesshomaru stepped forward, towering over the female. He could not hide the enjoyment he felt when she took a weary step back. But spotting his smirk, fury blazed in those emerald eyes and she stopped and stood straight, lifting her little chin, challenging him even though the top of her barely reached his chest.

"When this Sesshomaru's business with the Northern lord is complete, you will accompany him back to the Western lands," he ordered, "This Sesshomaru suggests that you begin packing your belongings immediately."

At his words Miroku and Rykotsu exchanged worried looks as Sarinji and Yamiko barely contained their growls of outrage. Absolute silence filled the room and Kagome once more found herself almost too shock to breathe.

Her head began to pound.

Good Lord these males were arrogant! As though she were some sort of animal or a slave that could be ordered about and told when and where to go at their whim! Well they had another thing coming if they thought that she would just docilely do their bidding without so much a protest.

'His arrogance knows no bounds.' Kagome thought to herself, eyebrow twitching in annoyance once more.

"I will do no such thing, my Lord," Kagome said firmly through tightly clenched teeth.

Anger was instant in those eyes once more, flashing red a brief second; Kagome forced herself not to take a step back.

"You would dare deny me?" he demanded softly, and that scared her the most, in the soft inquiry she could feel the dangerous intent.

Taking a breath Kagome said, "I would dar-"

Before she could get out the last word his hand shot out, closing off her wind pipe; feet dangling inches off the ground. Kagome pried at his claws that dug into her pale skin. Her mind went blank before anger replaced it.

'How dare he!' her mind ragged.

He was mad! He was completely mad! How dare he put his hands on her! He didn't own her and he damn sure had no right to touch her!

Anger radiated from both Yamiko and Sarinji, as both males prepared to fight for the struggling female. Tension, thick and deadly suffocated the room along with the building of hostile energy.

"Release her!" Lord Sarinji growled lowly, appalled that he would even think of putting his hands on such a delicate female.

"Let her go!" Yamiko echoed, his voice just as angry as Sarinji's.

Kagome heard none of them. Instead, she calmed herself as she concentrated on building her Miko energy. She would kill him, purify him into dust. As her miko sprang forward, ready to purify his ass, Miroku's voice pierced the dangerous tension.

"My Lord, please! She does not mean to deny you! She will pack immediately and be ready to travel when it pleases you!"

Incredulous emerald eyes swung around to shout at him to shut his mouth, that she did mean to deny him, but the expression in those violet eyes stayed her tongue. Miroku had a plan. Her brows lowered over her eyes as her eyes narrowed on his.

It had damn well better be a good plan because she liked her plan of killing this arrogant prick a hell of a whole lot better. Squeaking in surprise as she was suddenly let go of and unceremoniously dropped on her bottom, Kagome bit back her angry remark she longed to let go of.

Turning to Miroku, Sesshomaru once more dished out another command.

"You will show this me to my rooms and inform your Lord that we will hold council with him tomorrow morning. My servant shall arrive shortly with my belongings, you will see to it that these are brought to me upon arrival."

Bowing respectfully General Rykotsu spoke.

"It shall be as you wish my Lord; if you would but follow me I will lead you to your rooms."

The tension lessened in the room, and finally, Kagome could breathe easier. As the four men began to file out Sesshomaru issued one last command.

"Woman, you will report to this Sesshomaru's rooms and wash his body."

That said, he strode from the room, following the General, leaving a stunned Kagome sitting on the floor to fume as the doors of the infirmary closed. She sat in stunned silence for a while before standing up and heading for her room to, at the very least, freshen up and get her bearings.

As she climbed the stairs she couldn't help the fury that washed over mind and body as she thought of that arrogant silver haired dog demon that spoke in third person when referring to himself.

He had to be the most arrogant, overbearing, irritating, pigheaded, high handed, domineering, disgusting male she had ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on, let alone speak to. She took a breath in an effort to calm her ragging anger and frayed nerves; otherwise she was likely to scream with her great frustration.

She was not going to bathe that overgrown beast!

She turned the corner and headed up a few flights of stairs before reaching her study. With an exhausted sigh she plopped down into her big, cushiony chair behind her large mahogany desk and waited for either Rykotsu or Miroku to come through those double doors and when one of them did she would demand that that bastard be ejected from the Northern lands with all due haste.

She wanted him gone.

She never wanted to lay eyes upon him again!

Too angry to sit any longer, she stood and began to pace the length of the room, agitation prominent in each step she took. Her hands curled into fists and she had to fight the overwhelming urge to pick something up and throw it while screaming her head off in rage.

Gods she had never been so angry in her entire life and probably never would be again. As she paced, she wandered dangerously close to the edge of her desk.

She didn't notice the desk and as she turned her toe hit the edge of the desk. Kagome howled in pain and anger, bringing her foot up as she leaned on the desk. She glared at the desk in fury as though it had purposely made her bang her toe. Though it was not a rational desire, Kagome fought the urge to pick up the desk and toss it out the window.

She was just so damn angry!

The door opened and Miroku strolled in looking less than pleased. Her pain momentarily forgotten, Kagome rushed over to the male, eyes blazing.

"I want that arrogant bastard out of my castle, and off my lands! Now!" she thundered.

Miroku quickly closed the door behind him and shushed her.

"Careful Kagome, they will over hear you," he cautioned.

He shuffled her over to the large chair behind the oak desk and gently sat her down.

"I want him out of here, Miroku," Kagome said taking a reluctant seat, "He's an arrogant, vicious bastard and I want him off my lands. I don't care who he is."

Miroku shook his head.

"You know we cannot kick him off the Northern lands. Such an action could have really bad consequences. You know that, Kagome,"

Kagome huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. She knew what he was saying was right but that didn't mean she was happy about. In fact it made her even more ticked off, if that was even possible.

"For now, we have to play along, just until you're safe and they have returned to their respective lands. Although, we have to consider that we may be forced to reveal your identity."

Kagome froze, her panicked gaze clashing with his. Good Lord that was the last thing she needed!

"Surely there's a way to avoid that!" Kagome exclaimed.

"We may not have a choice, Kagome. They're not going to leave without confronting the Northern Lord, that is the whole reason they are here, I'm sure of it."

Kagome sighed heavily and covered her eyes with a hand in agitation. Gods, things had really gone to Hell. How could it get any worse?

Miroku placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"We have to proceed carefully if we wish to get out of this unscathed, but we must be realistic, your identity may well be exposed. If that happens, you must cooperate. I am sure they will have no grounds on which they can penalize you but if you resist and cause more trouble than necessary they may be able to charge you,"

Kagome didn't think she could go down without a fight, but still, Miroku had a point. She had to be sensible about this. This wasn't just about her, she also had to do what was best for the Northern lands, and starting a war between the Territory Lords just because she wouldn't go peacefully wasn't the right way to do things.

Innocent people need not die for her stubbornness and she had no desire to have such a thing on her conscience.

Kagome sighed once more and stood. Right now she did not want to think about the possibility of exposure, right now she wanted to do what she had to do and try not to get caught.

"Let's get this over with,"

"One more thing, Kagome," Miroku said, stopping her at the door, "You may have to leave with Lord Sesshomaru as he commanded,"

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Kagura pushed at the male atop her with all her strength and felt a small measure of satisfaction as he tumbled from the futon and onto the floor with a painful groan. She scrambled off of the opposite side of the bed.

His angry growl rang in the room as he pounced.

The air forcefully left her lungs as he landed atop her, his weight bearing down on her, making it next to impossible to breathe.

Grabbing a fistful of her dark hair, he twisted cruelly, pulling her head back.

"You know I love it when you fight, Kagura," he growled into her ear before licking the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Kagura struggled as bile rose in her throat and threatened to overflow.

"You are disgusting," Kagura hissed back, barely able to get the words out.

His weight was pushing the air from her lungs. She could hardly breathe.

His body jerked as he chuckled at her words. With rough hands, he turned her over and forced himself between her legs. One of his hands gripped her wrist, holding her down while the other rearranged their clothing.

As his groans of pleasure filled the room, Kagura retreated into her own mind.

Turning her head to look out the window at the desolate wasteland beyond, Kagura tried to block out everything, but couldn't. Not with this beast above her panting and straining as he pounded into her body with merciless thrusts.

She wanted to kill him….she wanted to kill Vishious…..she wanted to kill herself.

She closed her eyes against the pain, against the ugly face grinning down at her.

Was this truly all there was to this thing called life? Was this what she had been created for? To be used and abused?

How could she continue on? Did she even want to?

The answers to those questions tore at her heart.

When at last Naraku had sated his carnal need, he rolled away from her, and lay panting next her, Kagura closed her eyes, praying he wouldn't start up again. When he rose from the bed, dressed and left the room, Kagura breathed a sigh of relief.

And then, to her horror, that sigh turned into silent sobs.

Kagura convulsed, silent sobs raking her frame. Her sorrow threatened to overcome her, threatened to drown her completely. With every silent sob the pain grew more intense. This pain she knew was courtesy of that dragon, her cruel, heartless master Vishious. She was not able to cry tears, she only convulsed, painful convulsions that brought more pain that anything. There was no relief in her sobs; just tightening pain from tears she was incapable of shedding.

Damn them…

Damn them both to hell!

She wanted to scream, to kill something, anything to alleviate the pain she felt inside. She hated Vishious. She hated him for creating her.

She remembered that day so clearly. When she'd taken her first breath, opened her crimson eyes, and took in the beautiful face that studied her intently she remember thinking he was a beautiful God.

How foolish she had been!

That thing.

That creature was the devil himself!

He'd coldly informed her she'd be slave to Naraku, and as she was given directions to follow his every command, she'd looked at him.

Confused.

Cold and confused.

But she remained silent. He then began chanting softly, a dark, guttural language. As his chanting picked up in pace, she remembered the agonizing pain that started at her feet and spread to every limb in her body, she'd screamed and screamed, feeling as if her body was being torn apart, and the last thing she remembered as she blacked out was the sadistic smile that graced his handsome face.

She awoke to the feel of someone slapping her. Cracking open her eyes, another beautiful face studied her. Cruel crimson eyes narrowed on her as he pulled her up by her hair. She'd cried out at the pain as he pulled her to her feet, leering at her naked body.

"A gift from Vishious, eh?"

He'd snorted and pushed her to the ground, "You'll have to do I suppose."

As his lips crashed onto hers, it was in that moment that Kagura knew hatred.

She sighed as the convulsions ceased and she could breathe once more. Pushing back those memories, Kagura stood on stiff legs and limped to the hot springs. Careful of her sore neither regions, she stripped the reaming pieces of her torn clothing off and eased down into the spring, whimpering as the warm water cleansed Naraku's foul residue from between her thighs.

A handful of days she had spent with Naraku, and each day a new hell presented itself. She promised herself, one day she would get her revenge.

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"Miroku! What the hell are you thinking? I can't leave with him! Are you out of your mind?" Kagome cried.

"Now, now, my Lady, you need not worry, it will only be for a time and we may still be able to avoid such an occurrence. He would have had his way weather we nay say him or not. This you know. I'm afraid, time is running out, I do not know how much longer you can keep your secret. But please, do not see this as a negative event for it truly is not."

"What could possibly be positive about this situation?"

"It gives you a chance to get close to the other Lords."

At her confused look Miroku explained, "This is your chance to investigate the Lords, and in doing so, we may discover which if any of the Lords are involved with the Ra Ku Youkai attacks."

Eyes widening in comprehension Kagome nodded and grinned.

"You never cease to amaze me Miroku!"

Chuckling, Miroku placed another hand on her shoulder.

"For now my, Lady, I would advise you to play the servant, General Rykotsu will divert the Lords attention from finding out for as long as possible. We will inform them that the Northern lord is unavailable for a few weeks. That should buy us some time."

Nodding in agreement, Kagome sighed and went in search of General Rykotsu, she found him directing Lord Sesshomaru's servants.

He bowed as she approached. "You are well, my Lady?"

She nodded, "Just fine Rykotsu. Would you direct me to Lord Sesshomaru's sleeping quarters?"

General Rykotsu hesitated briefly, "My Lady, you know we would fight for you if you would but say the word, any of your people would, and you need not sacrifice yourself and let him treat you in such a way. You have but to-"

Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder to halt his speech, Kagome smiled at her General.

"I know that, but I cannot risk the lives of innocent people. You need not worry for me Rykotsu; I know what I am doing."

'I hope.'

Rykotsu was torn as to what to do. Kagome would never willingly ask for help if she could bear the burden for her people. He had never come across such a sweet woman before; she was like a daughter to him. She was so gentle and protected those she loved fiercely. He could find none better to lead them.

He'd been taking care of her since her parents died.

His glazed over at that thought.

Gods, this secret he had to keep from her, on times such as these his secret ate him up inside. He had no right to have parental feelings towards her, parents were supposed to protect, and that meant he was disqualified.

"If you insist, my Lady. Lord Sesshomaru is currently in the Green Room."

Nodding, Kagome headed up the winding staircase.

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What the hell did that filthy dog think he was doing? Vishious fumed, as he watched her walk slowly up the staircase.

As he stared at the mirror on the wall of his prison, he clenched his fists to keep from smashing the thing to pieces. How dare that arrogant dog command his female to wash his filthy body! And how dare she comply!

HE HATED DOGS!

Filthy, diseased beast!

When he was free he'd rid the world of them once and for all! He'd grind their bones to dust and relish their agony! He would wipe every dog from the face of the earth! He'd bathe in their blood; he would see them all dead!

Striving for calm he took deep breathes, trembling with his rage.

He would wipe her body clean of that dog when he got his claws on his bitch. He would punish her for her part in this insult to him of course. Waving away the imagine, least he indulge in a temper tantrum, he turned from the mirror and focused his energy, reaching out with it, he contacted Naraku.

Naraku was soaking in his hot springs, relaxing his muscles. Dammit, he was still feeling the effects of that damn ceremony. There was still stiffness to his limbs that wouldn't go away. As he closed his eyes and began to relax, a splitting pain knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Dammit! Vishious what the hell is wrong with you?"

'Hold your tongue snake' Vishious commanded in his mind.

Naraku growled but remained quiet.

'You will summon six more Ra Ku Youkai'

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This chapter has been re-written, hope you liked it! Rated R version is on Inuyasha-fanfiction. c o m.

Later!

Sessakag