InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hoshigaru ❯ The Beginning ( Prologue )

Hello, Doll in a Dollhouse here! I just wanted to point out a few thing for you before you read the prologue of Hoshigaru. First I don’t own InuYasha, he and all the other characters, except for possibly a few of my own belong to Rumiko Takahashi and all of the companies that bring us the Anime and the Manga.

Second I would like to point out that most characters appearances come from the Manga, but their personalities lean closer to the Anime. The pairings are Inu/Kag, San/Mir, Sess/Rin, and possibly more, but those are the main ones. Yes, there are youkai + hanyous and there are no changes in species of the characters. This fan fiction will be lemon-less and lime-less for a while, but there will be citrus. Highly edited versions of those chapters will be in fanfiction.net, and last ~*~VERY IMPORTANT~*~ even though it seems like the Hojou/Kagome is building to a Lemon or Lime it isn’t and won’t even hint at anything happening between them so please bare with me. This fan fiction may start off a little slow, just to warn you.

Summary: Hoshigaru means to covet in Japanese, which is to desire or envy what belongs to another and/or for something you can’t have. With it comes desire, want and wishing. But can the IY world take the heat, or crack under pressure? I/K S/R M/S. AU

~ = Signifies scene change in time and/or place

‘’ = Character thoughts

“” = Signifies speaking

() = Author notes usually unimportant and short in the chapter

In order of appearance Japanese Terms

Kimono = Similar to a dress

Eta = Outcast people who deal with meat and the dead, frowned upon by Japanese people; lower than peasants

Daimyo = Feudal Lord

Obi = Cloth Belt, used with kimonos

Samurai = Translates to something like To Serve which is what they do

Hakama = Pants

Haori = Over shirt

Shoji = Paper sliding door

Onna = Woman

Yukata = Summer kimono, I’m probably mistaken but sleeping kimono too

Kusotare = Bastard/Shit-head

Seppuku = Suicide, Samurai used it as a form of discipline those who were shamed and ritual suicide if they didn’t wish to be captured

Japanese Phrases

Loss of Face: Basically loss of pride and honor , shameful or shaming

A small figure with her head held low in defeat stood in the dark, watching the dawning of a new day as shadows fled from her figure. She had been standing there for a while weighing out her options. A melancholic look settled on her beautiful face as she realized she had finally run out of options and there really was only one decision she could make. She glanced at the large domain behind her and realized from now on that was where it would stay for good, behind her.

‘Despite popular belief a new day isn’t always a good thing, especially when you have no wish for things to change.’ She thought silently, “Can I really leave you behind?” She added with a bitter laugh.

The samurai saw her approach, but remained stoic as ever and let her pass through the gates nodding their heads at her one even kind enough to ask if she needed an escort. She shook her head sadly and thanked him. She didn’t want the Lord of the castle to know where she was going, it was easier for everyone that way. When she was far enough away a single tear burned a jagged path down her cheek and she wiped it away as if it were poison. ~Earlier in the Summer~

Calloused hands untied one of the many kimono ties on one of the many layers of Kagome’s wedding kimono. She tensed as another layer fell free, and let him see more of the outline of her slim figure. “Kagome, I promise you this will be one of the best nights of your life!” An overly enthusiastic Hojou spoke proudly.

“I’m sure it will be Hojou.” Kagome said softly without emotion, resisting the urge to just walk away from the current situation. ‘What are you thinking Kagome! You’re no better than an eta,’ she berated herself appalled at her feelings. In the Era of War in Japan, a woman’s first priority was to her husband. Her duty was to serve him, to please him, and to bear him many sons. To every woman a husband was the only person above her Feudal Lord. He held her life in his hands and could do whatever he wanted with her, it was his decision alone unless overruled by his Liege Lord.

Kagome however didn’t worry about Hojou. Sure he was unbelievably dense, but he was sweet and caring. He was an oasis in a vast desert, different than most men of her time. She would rather be cherished, than become a being who‘s only importance in life was bearing sons and being caretaker of a household. She didn’t believe she would ever come to love him though, no matter how kind he was.

He delicately stroked her upper back though the many-layered kimono, she shivered in disgust at the awful feeling. “Are you alright Kagome?” Hojou asked with a slight frown marring his features.

She couldn’t look at him, and she didn’t dare to. The rage that swamped her body was sickening. Her mother had often told her that her expressive eyes allowed people to see her emotions, and even her soul if they looked hard enough. “It’s just this kimono,” Kagome mumbled dejectedly. “I can’t breathe.”

Hojou leaned over her shoulder and cupped her cheek in his palm turning her to look at him. He spoke a soft smile on his handsome face, “I believe I can help you with that.” He went back to work on the ties of the complicated wedding kimono. He grasped the ceremonial wedding blade and placed it gently on the ground before he slipped off her obi.

Kagome stared at the blade wistfully, how easy it would be to snatch it and escape Hojou! She glanced at the dense yet cunning man, the dark feeling fleeing rapidly. Kagome realized she shouldn’t punish poor Hojou for her selfishness, she had chosen this fate. In the Feudal Era a woman was never forced to marry. Kagome had made the decision to marry him and could even get divorced if she wanted to. However the Sixteen year old had seen the compassion in Hojou’s eyes and had known when he asked if she would marry him she would go along with it. To bring honor and a good name to her family if only the reason. If she hadn’t agreed she would most likely been wed to someone who was callous unlike Hojou.

Kagome was lost in her own thoughts and barely registered the feeling of part of her kimono slipping off her shoulders exposing her elegant neck. She immediately clutched the garment to her chest hoping to keep herself unexposed for as long as possible. A soft touch from Hojou made her snap her head around quickly to stare at him. He spoke softly, “I know this is you’re first time. Do not worry I’ll be gentle with you.” She let her death grip on the delicate fabric loosen exposing both her radiant shoulders.

His breath was scorching on her neck, and Kagome wanted more than anything in the world to curl up and die. He moved to sit in front of her and took the edges of the kimono and drew them apart exposing her pale torso to him. Hojou leaned in and kissed her violently, his tongue prying her lips apart. Kagome closed her eyes in attempt to drown out her feelings and remember her duty. The elaborate kimono had swiftly become forgotten and fell to the floor to pool over their laps.

His tongue swept the inside of her mouth with hardly concealed excitement. As quickly as it had happened the kiss ended and Hojou had her flush up against his chest. “Do you have any clue how long I’ve wanted you?” He mumbled into her ear, as he began to stroke her silky hair. “They all wanted you.”

Kagome opened her eyes slowly confused at his statement. “Who all wanted me Hojou?” She said softly, “What do you mean?”

“The Daimyos of Japan, Kagome.” He uttered softly, stroking her hair steadily. “I’m so lucky to have you… me alone. No one else.” Hojou voiced with possessiveness she never thought him to have. “He appreciated my loyalty to him, and even though he also wanted you he let me have you.”

The corners of her eyes crinkled in confusion. ‘All the Daimyos wanted me?’ Kagome thought with disbelief. She thought of herself as an average looking woman and nothing was truly special about her. True, many women envied her glossy blue-black hair, but that wasn’t a decent enough reason to be wanted so vastly. ‘The most powerful men in her world wanted her…her, Kagome. And who else beside her parents could have possibly give her away to Hojou.’ Disbelief coated her voice as she spoke, “And who possibly could have given me to you besides my parents?”

A dark look appeared on his face briefly, “Our Liege Lord of course. No one else had the authority. But forget about him, tonight is about us.” Kagome resisted the urge to grind her teeth. ‘This is about us? This about you, and only you!’ She thought furiously. He placed a burning kiss on her forehead, and gradually made his way to her neck where he placed another. Kagome sat in a daze, blocking everything out. Wait, did she hear horses? The steady thumping of hooves on the tough ground heading toward their house was steadily becoming increasingly audible.

“Hojou,” she murmured softly with a distant look in her eyes. He wasn’t paying attention to her, or just ignoring her. “Hojou,” Kagome repeated softly. “Someone’s coming Hojou.”

He lifted his head up took look at her. “Kagome, no more words.” Then went back to his previous task of placing brutal kisses on her neck. “Besides people have to pass our house all the time to get to their pathetic huts.” He stated with a sigh.

“But, I hear horses.” Kagome pleaded. “No one besides you, and the Samurai who serve under you would have horses in this poor fishing village.”

“I suppose you are right my wise wife,” Hojou said with a smirk stressing wife. “I will dress to meet them, but mind you it’s probably nothing at all.” He changed into his black uniform hakama and haori and slipped out of her sight through the shoji of the extravagant household.

  *~*

Kagome watched him leave with a goodbye and received no response in return. There were no pleasantries from him as she was only his wife and below him. She continued to gaze at the paper-thin sliding door moments after he had passed. She wanted so badly to cry, but that would result in loss of face. ‘I’m above that,’ she spoke silently to herself. Kagome began to shake, but her unshed tears never fell. She didn’t leave her place, and minutes passed silently.

It was her duty as his wife to do what she so feared. ‘I have no right to refuse him, it is my job!’ Kagome thought with frustration. No matter what her mother had done she just couldn’t convince Kagome that women were to serve their husbands without hesitation. Kagome had frowned upon the ways of Japanese women all her life. ‘Oh, how I wish I were more like my mother.’ She mused silently, in the suffocating room.’

  *~*

The door opened and Hojou entered her vision once more. She bowed to her husband and the two Samurai that entered with him. Kagome remained silent waiting for a some sort of notification of the current situation, for it was not her place to ask. “Onna,” Hojou finally said after being silent for a few moments. “There are Samurai under a strange flag near the village. I’m taking my men to investigate. Stay here.” With that said he turned and never stopping his strut and left her alone once more with his men in tow.

“Where do you expect me to go?” She said darkly with a bitter laugh. When tears threatened to fall once more she heaved herself off the ground and went to her baths for a soak.

  *~*

The servants in the household’s private baths were frenzied attending to their Mistress’s needs. Scrubbing her body and hair thoroughly with confused looks on their faces. Baths were supposed to be soothing, but all their Mistress was doing was having her skin rubbed raw. Kagome gently sunk into the scorching water with a hiss and grabbed a cloth one of the servants held. She then told them she wanted the water hotter and to bring their strongest soaps. Her servants stared at her like she was suicidal, but didn’t question her orders and did the requested tasks. When the water was near boiling and her skin was pink, from the thorough scrubbing, she finally stopped to relax.

Kagome gently scrubbed her skin lost in thought. As a woman she did or was suppose to do anything her husband asked of her. But Kagome didn’t know how to face Hojou, would she have stopped him if they hadn’t been interrupted. ‘Yes, I would have,” she realized solemnly. ‘I will be a terrible wife. I don’t deserve to be married into such an honorable samurai family…but I will try harder to be a more honorable wife and serve my husband well.’ But Kagome wasn’t sure if she was making a promise to herself or trying to convince herself that she would be.

After she felt cleansed, and the feel of Hojou’s hands on her skin was as muted as possible she exited the baths, but not before mumbling out a polite thank you to her servants. When she reached her futon she changed into her lightest sleeping yukata, and prepared to wait for her husband‘s unwelcome return. Kagome began to doze off waiting as was proper, but as the sun had set many hours ago she couldn’t resist dreamland any longer.

  *~*

Within the shadowed room soft and stealthy breathing was barely audible. The person in the shadows slowly crept forward. Now bending over the petite girl to give her a gentle shove in efforts of stirring her. Kagome opened her eyes slightly with surprise when she realized it was a few hours from dawn. “Ugh! It’s too early for this!” She mumbled and rolled onto her stomach. A soft chuckle alerted her of a presence in the room. ‘Alright Kagome no need to panic,’ she thought unsteadily. ‘It’s probably just Hojou laughing at the thought of you falling asleep without waiting for him.’

Kagome gradually reached under the pillow slowly for her ceremonial wedding knife given to protect her husband’s household. When she grasped the handle a strange sense of security filled her. She barrel rolled away from the presence she had just come to sense above her. Now on her hunches she looked blindly in the dark waiting for some kind of hostile sign. Kagome rose from her position and wordlessly cursed the darkness that was worse than being unarmed. Moments passed and she questioned her sanity, surely she hadn’t heard anything . ‘Maybe I should have taken up Mura’s offer for a massage, I’m definitely too tense.’ Kagome thought with a chuckle and she lowered herself back on to the futon.

A pair of arms swiftly wrapped around her torso and in her surprise she almost dropped her only weapon.

‘We’re under attack,’ Kagome thought in a panic. She began to struggle against the offender and screamed hoping some of her servants would hear her. The attacker tired of her fighting reached for the pressure point in her neck temporarily paralyzing her, and in her shock she stopped screaming. Silently her attacker moved their arms under her armpits and carried her out of her room legs dangling like a lifeless doll. Kagome was suddenly tranquil from the shock of being paralyzed. The shoji was slid forcedly as the girl was dragged a few strides forward and then dropped uncaringly on the ground.

Her head was then pressed forcibly towards the ground her forehead crushed against it. She looked blankly at the sight of all her servants in similar predicaments. Then slowly raised her eyes toward the person she was bowing to. The person behind her immediately pushed her head closer to the ground , for daring to look at this, from the order of events important person. “You will not disrespect my lord Onna. Bow.” A cold voice spoke from above her.

A few moments later with unsteadiness in her figure she was allowed to glance at the person to which she was bowing to. The first thing she noticed as she raised her head up however was at the strange flag. ‘Oh, no. Hojou-san…is this the strange flag your men spoke of? “Feh, stupid wench not even polite enough to look at me when she‘s supposed to.” Kagome instantly switched her gaze to a tall handsome man with a cocky smirk on his gorgeous face. He wore an expensive scarlet haori and hakama. He had obsidian hair and beautiful violet eyes, which were mocking her predicament.

Her voice quivered a little as she finally gathered the nerves to speak, “So you are the Samurai under a strange flag.” As the smirk spread like wildfire she began to rage silently towards the smug man. “What are you doing in this village uninvited, Kusotare?” The Samurai surrounding him drew their swords in the blink of an eye and each prepared to cut down the petite girl should she disrespect their Lord again. Silently they wished for him to give the signal to kill her immediately, because women who didn’t know their place rarely found it.

InuYasha couldn’t hide the surprise when the beautiful outspoken girl cursed at him. She was disrespecting him, but regardless he found he actually liked her. The way she acted was better than groveling at the least. He had to admit he was attracted to the girl for her fiesty spirit and many other reasons. She seemed to be perfect in every way to him, then his eye twitched slightly. Except for that mouth, but it was what kept her from being just another pretty face. “What’s your name, wench?”

“I am not a wench!” She yelled in outrage, “I have a name it’s Kagome, our are you too stupid to pronounce that?” In the blink of an eye she was being held up with one hand by the collar of her yukata and at the other end of the hand was the gorgeous and immensely powerful man. As hard as she tried she couldn’t hold in a gasp of amazement.

“Let’s get this right wench. I am the Daimyo InuYasha and you are not to speak to me like you would a peasant or even a samurai, gray-eyes.” She stared at her feet in utter disbelief, ‘the foul man was a Daimyo, and gray-eyes? What was the deal with that?’ One thing she knew for certain though, She would surely pay with her life for this.

Kagome lowered her gaze in shame. That was when she noticed the knife in her yukata and realized the most honorable thing to do now would be to commit seppuku for disrespecting a Daimyo. In defeat her head slumped as she began to speak meekly, “InuYasha-sama please forgive my outspokenness and allow me to commit seppuku. In return I hope you will spare my servants.”

InuYasha couldn’t bring himself to believe the bluntness of her statement, the people of this land were so strange. Sometime a little after dusk, many samurai had attacked his camp. When most of the local samurai’s men had been defeated their leader begged for the rest to have an “honorable death” by committing seppuku.

Moments passed as he watched the raven-haired girl with the stunning gray eyes, ‘What had happened to her fire?’ He pondered, he was impressed with her bravery though. ‘Not many would exchange their lives for the lives of their servants.’

“I’m not going to kill you gray-eyes, and I won’t let you kill yourself either.” InuYasha said with a huff, which was quickly replaced with a cocky smirk. “You however will be coming with me.” Kagome’s heart leapt into her throat. Going with him? The arrogant kusotare was taking her with him? Who did he think he was! ‘A Daimyo,’ her mind supplied.

“And what exactly are you taking me with you for?” She choked out, trying to control her anger, but failing miserably. InuYasha watched Kagome’s face shift from confusion to anger, her eyes gleamed rekindling the fire in her gaze.

When she thought his smile couldn’t get wider, his face split into a shit-eating grin. “Feh! It’s because your different, Bitch!”

“Different?” Kagome repeated gritting her teeth. ‘The baka’s taking me away from my home… because I’m different!’ Then she spook coolly, “So?”

“So I’m a Daimyo and can do anything I damn well please! No more questions!” After barking out orders (No pun intended) to his men to bring the girl with him he ventured ahead of his troupe. ‘What is it about you gray-eyes?’ He wondered, the things he had seen in her eyes had awoken something inside of him. ‘What sets you apart from other women?’ He turned around to see the striking woman gazing uncertainly at him, ‘One things for sure though, I’m going to find out what it is.’

  *~*

Well what did you think? It wasn’t too bad was it, for the beginning of my first fan fiction? Some R&R would be nice even if it’s only constructive criticism.

Cya,

Doll In A Dollhouse