InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Friends Story ❯ Chapter 5

DJ: This one goes out to the ever commanding, Brittany-sama. And this be only part one. =D

 

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“I will be going away for the next 24 hours,” Lady Brittany informed the group. Her narrowed gaze was the only hint she wouldn't be enjoying what she was about to do. “Upon my return, you will be assembled in waiting. Is this clear?”

 

“Yea,” The group of girls responded dumbly. Haylee gave her the middle finger.

 

“What?!” Brittany barked, making them jump.

 

“Yes, Brittany-sama!”

 

“That's what I thought. And I saw that bi-atch.” She turned away from them, and pulled out her cell phone. Brittany dialed a number, and waited impatiently. Finally, the other line answered. “Paris.”

 

“Aye, my lady?”

 

“I wish to make use of your horse.”

 

“Squanto?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“But, but, my lady! The horse only allow I-”

 

“I do not care!” She roared.

 

“Aye, my lady. He will arrive shortly.”

 

Brittany snapped the phone closed and returned it to her bra. Within minutes, a white horse was awaiting her mount. She jumped up on it, her revealing dress making her have to ride astride. The group of girls watched her depart with a few exchanged questioning glances.

 

“Where she going, ya think?” Rachael whispered.

 

Shelby shrugged. “Maybe to kick that Paris guy's arse?”

 

Haylee blinked. “I think my water just broke.”

 

O.O

 

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Brittany-sama urged the horse to go faster, her ancestral home all ready looming in the distance. It was set in the center of a large field, and curiously resembled a hat. With over a hundred rooms, two basements, six ready-to-use torture chambers, and an in ground swimming pool it was quite a sight to behold.

 

Squanto whickered softly as she pulled on the reigns and he drew to an easy halt. Brittany slid off, eyeing the hordes of slaves rushing at her with disdain. So many little people so far beneath her feet. What would they do without her family to order them about?

 

“Welcome home, Brittany-sama!” “Draw you a bath, Brittany-sama?” “Are you hungry, milady?”

 

“I'm am in no need of your assistance. Leave.” Her biting tone and cold glare worked effectively, and the group of slaves rushed off without another word. The corner of her mouth twitched upward in a smirk. She headed with long strides through the massive front doors of her home…

 

Inside was your average Victorian-style place. The author is too lazy to describe, so that will suffice. Dalmatian puppies yapped at her heels, battling each other for her attention. With a ghost of a smile, Brittany stepped past them and didn't stop until she'd reached the fourth floor…

 

This floor had no walls or dividers. It was a large expanse of rolling red carpet. In the center, huddled around a table, was her family. Before them, a towering throne on which a large Dalmatian sat atop. Brittany moved toward the group, her clicking heels drawing attention.

 

“My daughter has returned!” A blonde man's voice boomed.

 

“About time!” Brittany's mother chirped. The table of various blondes, redheads, and the occasional brunette began chatting animatedly.

 

“Silence!” the Dalmatian barked.

 

Brittany fell to her knee before him. “Rogue-sama, why is it you have requested my presence?”

 

The dog flashed his teeth in a wry canine grin. “You are of age, my pet.”

 

The young woman's slitted eyes narrowed. “Your Highness, of this I am aware.”

 

“Then you are also aware, my pet, you must wed?”

 

Brittany closed her eyes. “Have you chosen a suitor?”

 

Rogue nodded enthusiastically. His ears flopped against his head. “I looked far and wide, my pet! Finally, I have found one worthy.” He gave a soft bark, and from the shadows stepped a tall figure. “His name, is Colton.”

 

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Dun dun dun….