InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Fire In His Eyes ❯ His Kind Smile ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I LOVE INUYASHA! BUT I DON'T OWN HIM! WAH!

AN: This is my third fic, actually more like my second because the second isn't really a story…o well, I hope you like it and I will update soon! Within a few days at least! Hope you enjoy.

The Fire In His Eyes

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Kagome walked down the magnificently decorated hall, grasping a silver platter in her hands. Fine delicacies were placed upon it, fashioned and arranged beautifully; still warm from when the chef pulled them out of the ovens.

The steam wafted up around her, carrying the delicious scents with them up to her nose, tempting her.

She looked on ahead determinedly; she couldn't eat anything, unless she wanted to find herself dead at the hands of her ruthless master. She had encountered the likes of him before, well actually, she had only heard stories of the horrid man from her now deceased mother, and any single thing could spark their anger.

She had been captured just last week, during an attack on her village. Her friends, family, everyone she knew had been either killed or taken. The Lord of the Western lands (Guess who? ^__^), where she had previously presided, had apparently not had enough servants or concubines, ` heaven forbid!' and instead of just recruiting some.

He killed all those that were "worthless," namely everyone what wasn't either beautiful, or good at cleaning. She was one of his newest concubines, or `toys' as he deemed them, and had been ordered to serve him his dinner, and `desert'.

She shook with disgust, causing some of the wine to topple over, and, not being able to prevent it due to the size of the precarious tray, staining the rice a blood red color. She looked on in horror.

She looked around quickly. Good, no one had been around to see. She placed the tray on the ground, using a handkerchief that she was told to carry in her pocket to wipe some of the excess wine off the tray.

She wrung out the handkerchief as best she could, collecting the wine in the elaborately designed silver goblet. She then took one of the utensils and tried to mix the rice in with some sushi, hoping the lord would mistake the redness of the rice for the juices.

She then wiped the utensil on the handkerchief, and replaced it to her pocket. She dusted herself off, and once again balanced the tray in her hands.

She walked faster, knowing she was already late in bringing him his supper, which caused a slight draft to waft through her thin robe. She scowled at the offending garb. All the concubines were ordered to wear a see through silk robe, with nothing underneath.

What was the point of wearing something if it didn't keep you warm or cover any…more private areas? It was highly embarrassing to have to walk down all the halls, knowing everyone could see your body in great detail, as you were practically naked. `Scratch that,' she though, if you were naked, not practically, at least to her.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of a pair of huge, mahogany doors. She somehow managed to balanced the huge tray in one hand, and use the other to grasp the golden, jewel-encrusted doorknob.

She was about to open the door when she caught herself. She raised her hand carefully, still balancing the tray, and knocked lightly on the door.

" Come."

A deep voice penetrated through the wood, leaving no room for argument. She gulped, and again grasped the golden handle, this time opening it. She hadn't seen him yet, and to be honest she was terrified.

She again placed her other hand underneath the huge platter, and walked in. She couldn't see him due to the fact that, well, the food was obstructing her view. She dare not do anything now; she didn't want to accidentally place it on his head.

The thought would have been comical in normal circumstances. She waited, hoping he would say something soon to shatter the silence, she sure as hell couldn't.

"Set it down on the table over there, next to the bed."

Again shivers went down her spine, the voice she had just heard held no emotion whatsoever. She hated the owner of that voice; she wanted nothing more than to dump the contents of the platter unceremoniously on his huge head!

But she knew her parents deaths would be in vain if she was killed now, which she undoubtedly would be if she indeed dumped the food on him.

She turned, and slowly walked over the table of which he had spoken. She would feel his eyes boring into her back, scanning the plains of her body, and she could feel the bile rising up in her throat, but she suppressed it.

She set the tray down on the table, and turned towards him. She looked at the ground; knowing better than to look `his majesty' in the eyes. She heard his chair screech as it slid across the floor, and knew he was standing up.

The sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls eerily and he walked slowly towards her. She would feel his eyes upon her, and not her face either. She tried desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

She felt two clawed fingers grasp her chin, and tilt her head upwards. She almost gasped at what she saw. He was probably the most beautiful, no, gorgeous man she had ever seen, though he had a feminine look to him.

He had long, silver waist-length hair that would have been shimmering, had there been any light in the room at all. His eyes were golden, shining orbs that seemed to capture anything that looked into them, though they were so full of malicious greed she wondered how someone could stand to look in them that long.

A deranged grin made it's way onto his face as he looked at her scared eyes. She began to tremble, and could have sworn it only made his smile bigger.

" Shall we begin?"

She wanted to cry; those horrible words set her fate. After tonight she would no longer be pure; everything she had been saving for the man she would someday fall in love with would be taken by him.

She dared not ignore him, so she nodded firmly, trying desperately not to give him the satisfaction of sensing her fear. His smile was replaced with a scowl, and the fear she had been desperately trying to hide resurfaced.

" You are to reply when I ask you a question!" He roared, causing her to step back.

" Y-yes," She relied in a shaky voice.

If it were possible he scowl darkened even more, and she could have sworn his eyes flashed red,

" Insolent human! You are to refer to me as Lord Sesshomaru when you reply! Have they taught you nothing?!?"

He backhanded her, sending her flying onto the bed unceremoniously. She held her cheek, and sat up quickly.

" N-no Lord Sesshomaru."

Her voice held hidden anguish, and she guessed he could hear it quite clearly.

"Obviously not."

He seemed to calm immediately at the fear in her voice. He walked up to the side of bed with grace that Kagome never would have though possible.

" Come here."

She shakily slid off the bed and stood before him, casting her eyes to the ground.

" Look at me," he commanded.

She lifted her head up to meet his gaze once again.

" You are to undress me and feed me my dinner in bed."

Again she sensed no emotion in his voice, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

" Yes Lord Sesshomaru." She droned in a monotone voice.

She walked towards him, her small hands grasping his silken haori, and gently pulling it off. She kept watch out of the corner of her eye in case he decided to suddenly become angered again. But instead she saw a type of sick smile painted of his stoic face.

She pulled off his under shirt, letting the garments flutter to the floor. Her delicate fingers worked at the knot of his pants, and slid them to the floor, forcing her entire body to go with her, and if she had looked up she would have seen his erect member right in her face, but luckily she didn't.

She then stood up straight, her body only inches away from his. He looked down at her with that hideous smirk, sending more shivers down the length of her spine.

" Get in bed."

She could feel the bile rising in her throat once more, but again suppressed it just in time. She turned and slid beneath the covers, finding the bed surprisingly warm, `probably still warm from the last woman to lay here,' she though with disgust.

She watched anxiously as he walked around to the other side of the bed, his silver hair swinging back and forth hypnotically as he walked. She strived not to look at his body, she didn't want to see, she didn't want to look at the horrid man that was now sliding into bed beside her.

She grabbed the overflowing platter and placed it between them purposefully. When he didn't say anything for a while she decided to break the silence.

"What would you like first my lord?" Her voice showed no emotion, nor did her face.

"Rice."

She mentally flinched as he uttered those words. She had forgotten about that, he would surely notice, and her punishment would not be pretty. A sinking feeling developed in her stomach, and she began to feel lightheaded.

" Yes lord Sesshomaru."

She tried with all her might to keep her voice steady. She took the spoon, and shakily scooped up a spoonful of red, wine stained rice.

As she slid the spoon into his mouth, and pulled it out, his eyes instantly betrayed that he had tasted the difference. He swallowed it quickly, his face wrinkled in disgust.

" IS THE DAMN COOK TRYING TO POISON ME!?!" He roared.

Kagome shrunk back at the volume of his voice. Her eyes opened in realization, she hadn't thought that the cook would be punished for this! She didn't want her shoulders weighed down by the death of another.

" My deepest apologies Lord Sesshomaru, but it was I who tainted your food."

His angered gaze automatically shifted to her.

"You?"

She nodded her head slowly.

"Yes my Lord, the cup unbalanced as I was bringing it to you, please forgive me."

His eyes flashed red as she spoke, and she recoiled slightly.

" You mean to tell me, that because of your clumsiness I have to eat a tainted meal?"

His voices' volume rose as he spoke.

" Y-yes, L-lord Sesshomaru."

She could no longer hide the fear in her voice.

" You shall be punished for this."

Even as he spoke he was grabbing her by the wrist, and dragging her out of the bed forcefully. A tear of pain made it's way down her cheek and he crushed her wrist. He Stormed over to his desk, and threw her forcefully onto it.

She cried out as her rib cage collided with the Mahogany wood, knocking all the wind from her lungs. She could feel him approach her from behind, and had to gasp for air as he pressed her harder against the desk, intent on entering her from the back. `Dog demon, dog style' her subconscious thought grimly.

She could feel his claws raking their way up the back of her thigh, leaving deep cuts as they went. She cried out in pain. He lifted the now shredded, bloody bottom of the robe up, and placed it above her waist, leaving her entrance wide open.

He spread her legs, and cupped a cheek of her behind in each hand. She could feel the tip of his member poke at her entrance, and let out a choked sob.

He was huge, and she could tell by the way his hands slithered their way down to grasp the side of her hips firmly that he was going to enter very forcefully, and with him being a demon, well, she couldn't imagine how much it would hurt.

She braced herself for the oncoming attack, waiting for him to impale her with his length. She felt him pull away slightly. He was gathering momentum.

A tear made it's way down her pale ivory cheek, sliding off her jawbone and landing on the desk. She didn't want it to happen like this, she didn't want to be raped, she didn't want it to hurt, she wanted her first time to be with someone she loved.

Just as he was about to plummet into her, an alarm sounded throughout the building. Sesshomaru growled loudly, and pulled away.

" It seems we are under attack, you are to return to your quarters, I shall deal with you later."

She shivered as images of what he was intending to do flashed through her mind. She ran from his chamber as fast as she could, down the halls and back to the chamber where his concubines were to stay.

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As she burst open the doors and entered the large room, she noticed how deathly silent it was. She looked around, and was surprised to see every woman in the room looking at her.

They all looked at her with any of fear, sorrow, or pity. They all knew where she had just been, and seeing the bottom of her garments in bloody tatters, they assumed the worst.

All the women in the quarters were very close, and knew each other very well by now. Though they all had their bouts and disagreements in the beginning, they realized that they were all each other had left, and had warmed up to each other. Kagome's best friend, Sango, walked up to her, her face stained with tears.

"I'm so sorry all this has happened Kagome."

She broke down and began to cry on Kagome's shoulder, causing a chain reaction as all the women in the room began to weep, whether it was silently or not, for her friends or herself.

The impending doom of being attacked had sent them all into a state of hysteria, none of them wanted to be taken, and separated among their captors, traded and bartered as property. This place was bad enough. All the women in the room, presumably thirteen girls, went and embraced each other.

Kagome looked at all of them. Sango, Rin, Kikyou, Kagura, Kanna, Yura, Eri, Ayumi, Yuka, Kaede (don't worry she's not old), Nazuna, and Ayame…she loved them all like sisters, she couldn't imagine leaving any of them. After she had been taken from her home, and her family killed, they had been like a lifeline, helping her keep her sanity.

It had taken her a while to warm up to a few of them, namely Kikyou. There was just something unnerving about her, other than the fact that she looked almost exactly like Kagome herself. But, over time, she had grown fond of Kikyou as well.

Once everyone had dried their tears they all retired to their respected beds, knowing they wouldn't get any sleep that night due to the raging sounds of battle outside. Eri piped up fearfully,

" So what did he do Kagome?"

Sango cut in as well,

" Are you alright?"

Kagome smiled at the concern her friends were giving her.

"Actually, he didn't get a chance to do anything, the alarm sounded just in time."

The girls all looked at her, relieved. She explained all the previous days events, a hint of foreboding lacing in between the words. After the finished relaying the story, they all decided in unison to take their blankets and pillows, and huddle together on the floor, their presences soothing each other.

Right as Kagome was drifting off to sleep, a content smile on her face, loud shouts were heard right outside the door, waking everyone.

They exchanged fearful looks, and huddled closer together, some whimpering, some praying, some looking on too petrified to move. Screams were heard, and suddenly the wall was blasted out. Bits of rubble and rock flew through the air. They screamed and backed against the wall as they saw men bearing the symbol of the East approaching them.

Kagome looked at her friends, all frightened out of their minds, and she knew that none of them would be able to defend themselves. She stood up as swiftly as her shaking legs would allow her to, and wrenched a part of one of the rotting beds away, brandishing it in front of herself like a club.

She stepped in front of her friends, trying her best to look intimidating, in hopes of defending them. The men that were approaching looked on in surprise. They exchanged confused looks, shrugging.

There were about three men to a girl, and Kagome knew they were vastly outnumbered, but she had to try! The men turned back to her, some with comical grins on their faces, others laughing, some even elbowing his neighbor in the ribs.

Suddenly all laughter stopped, and a path was cleared. A man in magnificent armor, seemingly the general of the troops, walked towards the scared girls, a kind smile on his face, taking Kagome by surprise.

"There is no need for alarm miss, you can put your "weapon" down."

The kind tone of voice almost seemed to calm her, but she quickly tensed again as he stepped closer. She didn't like the looks of him, he reminded her so much of Sesshomaru it was eerie. He had the same silver hair, though his was untamed and unruly.

His eyes were the same beautiful golden color, though his seemed to glow with a strange fire, one that seemed to be ignited every time he looked at her, one that seemed to rekindle her own broken spirit every time he gazed into her own eyes.

He had the same claws, but they had no blood on them, and if she didn't know any better, she would have thought they hadn't been used once his entire life.

"How do I know we can trust you?" She spoke boldly, hiding her fear from him.

She still brandished her `club', ready in case he suddenly decided to drop the façade. She half expected him to pounce on her like an enraged monkey or something of the like at the tone in her voice, but to her surprise he remained as calm and collected as ever.

"Well…you don't, but I assure you that you will all be treated better than you are now."

She was still amazed at how much kindness he could apply to his voice at such a simple action as speaking. He tried to step closer again, but like before she tensed, almost flinching away. He looked at her with sorrow and pity, his smile faltering slightly. But the smile returned as quickly as it had gone.

" If you thank all your rescuers like this you might find yourself in trouble one day." She almost face faulted at him.

He was, teasing her playfully, like he had known her his entire life. She almost snorted `what kind of teasing isn't playful you baka?' She was totally caught off guard. Her decision was wavering, her hostility ebbing away quickly as she looked at his handsome, kind face.

The silence was broken as a soldier ran up to him, leaning on his knees and he panted, trying desperately to regain his breath.

"Sir, *pant pant* they have *pant* broken through our *weez cough weez* defenses, it's only a matter of seconds *pant gasp* before they get here."

He nodded seriously to the soldier, who was now staring at the scantily clothed girls, his nose beginning to bleed. His short, dark hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, but what was strange were the prayer beads and purple cloth that were wound around his right hand.

The silver haired man closed his eyes in agitation, his left eyebrow started twitching and if one looked closely they could see a vein popping out of his head. He turned on the monk and hit him upside the head forcefully

"Don't you think they've been through enough you lecher!? Stop looking at them and get back down there and help your fellow soldiers!"

Miroku quickly scrambled out of the room with one last glance at Sango. The silver-haired man, still fuming, turned to Kagome, who was handing the girls some sheets to cover themselves with.

Apparently having Miroku stare at them had reminded her of their almost non-existent cloths. His gaze softened as she handed them out to all the girls, almost forgetting he was there as she tended her friends.

There weren't enough sheets to go around, even though there was one more than should be, so she let Sango take the last one, leaving her with nothing. She turned to look at him, suddenly remembering he was there. He stretched out his hand to her

" Whatever your decision is going to be, you have to make it soon. You can stay here with him, or you can come with me. I can assure you that you will be treated much better."

He smiled cutely at her, and gave her a friendly, almost flirtatious wink. She looked back at the other girls. Then back at him,

"It's not totally my decision to make."

He nodded his head in agreement, and looked at the girls behind her.

"Whaddya say ladies?"

They all looked at each other, none knowing whether to speak out or not. Kagome turned to them encouragingly.

" Who wants to stay?"

No one raised their hands, grim determination set on their faces. Kagome sighed and looked toward the armor-clad man before her.

" I guess we're coming with you then."

She smiled at him tiredly. Her smile seemed to make him happy, and he nodded eagerly. He let out a short, high-pitched whistle, immediately a group of soldiers raced in, all on horses.

Each man came and scooped up one of Kagome's `sisters', all being careful not to harm them in any way. He himself walked up to her and crouched down, his back to her.

"Get on."

He said it sweetly, again surprising her at how caring he acted. She was about to climb onto his back when he suddenly stood up and turned to look at her.

"Almost forgot."

He quickly took the haori off that was underneath his armor, and draped it around her shoulders, tying it at her waist, somehow managing to keep his gaze on her face the entire time.

" Sorry if it's kind of' sweaty." He apologized.

She looked down and blushed.

"It's alright, thank you."

She glanced up at him to see him with a huge grin on his face. She didn't know why he was so happy all of a sudden, but for some reason it made her happy to know that she made him smile. Once again he crouched down in front of her, and she climbed gracefully onto his back. His arms came under her legs, supporting her, and he stood.

"Wow you're really light, we're going to have to put some meat on those bones."

He gave her a playful smile and she let out a little giggle. He seemed pleased at her happiness and turned back to his men.

"Alright let's move out!"

All the men yelled an agreement and raced out into the hall. Kagome held on tight to the man's shoulders as they made various turns through all the corridors, as if they had memorized the entire place.

They finally broke free of the confining hallways, and raced out into the abandoned grand ballroom. Dead or unconscious men littered the floor, and as she looked back she saw several men hoisting fellow soldiers onto their horses that had fallen. She turned back to her silver-haired rescuer.

"Why are they picking up the dead bodies?" She asked him curiously.

He didn't turn to look at her when he spoke, which was understandable,

" Most of them aren't dead so much as unconscious, and even those that fell in battle should be given a proper burial."

She tightened her grip on his shoulder, and nodded. She suddenly realized that he had diddlysquat on underneath his armor, since he had loaned her his shirt, and she blushed as her eyes gazed at the well-toned muscle of his back.

Though she couldn't see much, she knew he must be really muscular. She tore her gaze away from his back, and refocused it on the silver hair that was billowing out from underneath his helm.

She wanted to run her hands through it, but she quickly disregarded the thought as they burst out into the daylight, which she hadn't seen in months. They raced away from the damned castle, and as she turned to get one last look at the building that had once been her prison, she saw the entire right side of it collapse, more soldiers came up on either side, and behind them, with people that she recognized as slaves riding behind them.

She counted the heads of those she knew, and found that, to her surprise; everyone was accounted for, even the cook and stable boy. As they cleared the gates, Sesshomaru's enraged roar could be heard echoing through the valley. Kagome flinched, but her savior's hand came up from under her leg, grasping her own hand that rested on his shoulder. He turned his head to the side and smiled up at her. She blushed and smiled back. Something told her things were going to start looking up.

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AN: Sorry about the typos, hopefully I fixed them all now. Please point any more typos or mistakes that you find in a review or email me at Saiyou_the_lover@hotmail.com. Thank you all for reading ^_^!