InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Prisoner of Love ❯ Pretend ( Chapter 1 )

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~ Prisoner Of Love ~

Inuyasha and Co. belong to its respective owner Rumiko Takahashi, not us. But the plot does! Yay!

s u m m a r y :
Heir to the Northern throne, Kagome Higirashi wants nothing more than to escape the veil of prison she lives in. And just when she thought she had made it out of the tangled words of lies, Lord Sesshoumaru comes and makes things much much worse...SK

C h a p t e r 1 : P r e t e n d . . .

Amongst the grand ball room, there were Lords and Ladies from all the borders of the land. They all stood dancing, laughing, gossiping, enjoying themselves. Humans, mikos, youkai. All together in harmony. All but one. Kagome Higirashi, heir to the Northern Throne, was living in hell. She stood in the back of the room, wearing a dark navy blue kimono. The obi was the same colors as the butterflies adoring the sleeves and hems; dark dark navy. Her long, creamy legs were being shown from the side slits of the kimono, and she wore some black sandals with tie up straps. The cords winding up her legs round and round, only to come to a tie at her knees. Her hair was put into a bun with pieces of hair hanging from it to frame her face, and a from a diamond necklace to her earrings, one could tell she was a hime. A simply star shaped necklace adored her shoulders, and from her ears she had two long dangle earrings. Her glassy blue eyes were half lidded with black and blue eye shadow behind a mask, as she watched the other Lords and Ladies dance and get madly drunk. In one hand she held a glass filled with blood red wine, and with the other hand's finger, she was swirling fingers lazily in the glass creating ripples. Every now and then she would draw her stained fingers to her mouth and suck slowly only then to return it to the glass. She was bored. She wanted to go out with Sango and Miroku and laugh. She wanted her friend Inuyasha here so they could fight. She want all of that, rather than to stand in the corner of her own castle and watch others drink themselves. She wanted to be happy. But soon she had another feeling.

She felt prickles of nervousness on her arms and looked up to find the source. There on the balcony above her in all his mighty and power, was the Lord of the Western Lands. She only knew his title and nothing more, thus causing her to grow curious with one glance. Through her mask she could see he too wore a mask like every body else here. But some thing about him drew him to her. And thus let the staring contest begin. And so they stayed like that for what seemed like hours. She was frowning behind the mask, all while he smirked out in the open. But then he stiffened and turned to some one behind him. Males. She thought. Just another male. And soon she altered her gaze from his back and found herself staring at the figures spinning and laughing on the dance floor.

She winced as she watched Lord Night dance with another, rather than his own mate, only to be slapped there on the ball room floor. Disgusted, she had the need to be alone for a while. Walking across the ball room floor just to turn a few heads, she yanked off her mask, and went out the doors and disappeared from view in the gardens. Finally, peace and quiet Kagome thought. She walked until she came to the fountain found in the farther parts of the garden. She set her glass on the hedge, and sat down on the tiles beneath the fountain. She reached over the edge and ran a finger in the water. Ripples lashed out and the moon created a blue glow about her. She ran her fingers back and forth listening to the sound of water trinkets and the crickets of the midnight celebration. To let stress go, she used her miko powers and flushed her anger into the water. It made the fountain glow a dark blue. Letting it all go, and purifying it, she made the ponds color a pale, icy blue. After several times of doing this exercise she went to her next.

Slowly she inhaled and exhaled. She was tired of it all. Parties, balls, festivals. She wanted freedom. But no one here was able to provide it for her. She was their little doll. Their little dolls to dress and toy with, to take to parties and show off how elegant she was. Handle to rough, and she would break. She was breaking. Like the clay masks she loved to were. The ceramic masks lined her walls and shelves. Seeing as how she was a doll, she loved to play pretend.

Yes. Pretend. Pretend that this isn't happening, pretend that you have freedom, that you have choices in life. They you belong to no one. You are no one's doll. Yes, I shall pretend she thought, and reached into the folds of her kimono. She with-drew her round clay mask. Slits were spaced for her eyes, and upon the forehead, her maker had painted a blood red broken heart. Long black ribbons were hanging, used to tie it to her face. She grabbed the ribbons and tied them firmly behind her face. Opening her eyes, she saw nothing at first, then the moon light poured through the slits. She saw a tall figure standing on the other side of the fountain. He had on a mask too, for his only covered his eyes. Its white frame covered, but showed golden rod eyes that were the same shade of the fire of the sun. The sin that had set every day and ignited the horizon. His lips were parted slightly and his face was flawless. Basking in the sun light he was a god.

Sesshoumaru had noticed her the moment she had come into the room. Walking down the stairs of her castle, she walked proud. Her mask covered her face, and her silky tresses ran down her arching backside. She looked down upon the horny males who lined the stair way, and looked away with a small ferocious growl. Dismissing them like the flies they were, she made her way to the table of wines and riches, she reached out a grabbed a red wine. Fine taste in his mind . She made her way to the back of the room and stood in a corner and watched the other Lords and Ladies make fools of themselves, drinking and laughing like a god damn bar. Lazily she ran her fingers in her glass and would gently suck on the tip of her finger. Her black nails would then finger her soft pink lips and run back and forth on her bottom lips. She would return it to the glass then after. He became fascinated as he watched her bite her bottom lip and then run her soft tongue over it and catch the drops of blood.

But then she stopped and licked her finger and returned it to holding the glass. Slowly she looked up and saw him. He could feel the heat come off his blood as he stared. With a flash of light off the huge middle piece of the ball he saw a blue flash and confirmed his thoughts of blue eyes. He smirked. But she made it grow bigger by taking a small step back. Feisty. He mentally chuckled at the thought. A unknown girl made the great Taiyoukai smirk, grin and mentally chuckle all in one night and not even know it.

"Lord Sesshoumaru," some one said behind him, "How are you this New Years?"

Turning around with a growl, he half wanted to tear apart the soul who dare sneak up on him and stop him from staring at the beauty before him, and half thanked them for taking his mind off the one foolish female. Females. It was just a female after all. He doubted he'd ever see her again, so what the hell? He could be interrupted for all eternity! Slowly he pulled down his mask, and took one last stare at the beauty.

But as soon as he did turn, his heart fell and he wished he hadn't. Lady Kagura of the Eastern Lands stood before him in all her fakeness. The wench had tried to get into his bed on more than one occasion, and was every where he went. He wanted her damned! Gone! But no she stood her with a seductive grin on her red lips and her red eyes darted up and down him teasing him. He dared to look at her. She wore a maroon kimono with a steely gray obi. Her feet were graced with the traditional sandals and she was fingering her lip, much to his disgust, like the beauty below him, but only succeeded in looking evil and vile.

"Be damned to the winds of hell," he said speaking his mind and turned to find the beauty once again who had caught his eye. Looking to the corner where his masked angel once stood, he found nothing. With a quick glance to his left he saw he walking through the ball room dances and took her mask and placed it in the folds of her ware. He growled when he realized he had missed to see the face of his angel. That growl only increased with sound after he witnessed all the blasted males hooting and looking at her trail where she once walked. With a snarl, he turned to Kagura. Damn wench! But he suddenly stopped when he heard the slash of fabric.

The painting behind her had suffered her wrath as she glanced at what, or rather who, that dared to steal her Lord Sesshoumaru sight and saw the young hime Kagome Higirashi. That little bitch! Wanting to harm something, or someone, she turned and saw the family painting of the young hime there on the royal red painted walls. With one slash she torn it apart with her bare hands, leaving nothing but the torn and grazed paint on the wall. Shreds of the rich fabric fell about, as she licked her claws and walked over to her Lord Sesshoumaru and ran the slick wet finger down his face and then let it fall to her side. With a wicked grin she took her leave.

Sesshoumaru lowered his mask to produce his infamous death glare and turned to see what was so important about the painting. Before him was nothing but paper floating in the air or swaying in the breeze at his feet. Looking down he saw something. A long shred lay on his shoe, and picking it up he saw blue orbs on it. The girl. Those eyes. It was her. He grew angry again at the thought of missing yet another chance to see his beloved's face. Holding it, he looked up and saw the painting was too damaged to be put back together, and walked down the length of the hall way lined with paintings. None of the females had the eyes he was looking for. Brown, green, hazel, red, purple. he wandered a corridor and looked down the hall. More fabric and paintings destroyed. Damn Kagura got here before him! Bending down he found more shreds of blue eyes. And another. Soon enough, he found a piece of lip and chin. Putting the parts he had together, he determined he had one beautiful angel on his mind. Though the picture was disfigured, he created a photo of a princess. She was beautiful.

Grumbling he heard a distant call for him. Gathering the pieces, he pocketed them and looked down the corridor. He stood and went on. Who knows? He might find this beauty's painting, or the beauty's room, or even the beauty herself. Thinking about what kind of person she was, he wandered in a out of the rooms, looking for a clue as to which might be hers. He wanted to smell her, and see if she had marvelous paintings up like in his room, or see if she was in her room, or find her and talk to her. A million thoughts raced through his head, and he lost track of where he was going. Foolish girl indeed! Making the Great Lord Sesshoumaru lose his way. Turning around he was about to go back, when he heard a trickle of water and the noise of outside insects. Looking to the door on his left, he grasped his mask and placed it back over his eyes, and walked over to the door. He could smell the water beyond this door, and he could smell another scent. A scent of sakura blossoms and vanilla. It was a heavenly scent. Praying it was his masked beauty, he quietly opened the door.

It was. She sat on the tiles of the floor and ran one hand over the water's surface. Slowly she began to release her anger into the water and purify it. A miko. He grew curious as to why this angel would have a reason to be angry. Maybe someone had upset her? Yes. Maybe. But then his youkai came into the picture and he felt protective of this young miko. After pressing down a growl in his chest, he made his way towards her. Closing the distance, he was amused that there were here alone, and he could finally talk to her.

Before finally making his entrance, he stood behind the bushes, and watched her. To his disappointment, he found she had once again placed that damn mask on her face. He wanted to see her, he would not shun her, but he wanted to see her face to fully except her. She had no reason to hide from this Sesshoumaru. he watched as she slowly began to breathe and nod her head. He could smell unshed tears. But it was not strong enough to over come her loved scent. Her long legs poked out from her kimono and the cords tying her sandals had loosened a bit. Her obi was firm and her kimono complimented her figure. Even the moon seemed to be giving its praise, as it lavished her in its warm light. Slowly she looked up, and thinking this was a good as time as ever, he stepped from the green bushes elegantly and stood before her in his God-like figure. This time there will not be any more interruptions...

And so it ends...well thanks for reading. Please review...or not. Well later! - Lea