InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Want To Be Your Slave ❯ A Slave's True Nature ( Chapter 9 )

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Warnings: This chapter will contain shota, yaoi, graphic violent lemon, asphyxiation kink, D/s, S&M, slave, humiliation, language. If you are not comfortable with these, then please leave.

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Chapter 9 - A Slave's True Nature

Lived too long now you've come to take me
To a place where I can die
Lost my soul, lost my confidence in me
Can't be something but I'll try…

-'Slave' by Silverchair

Inuyasha fidgeted uneasily with his clothing and kept his eyes trained firmly on the ground, not even glancing up at the various colorful, enticing objects in the shop windows.

It was the day when the people selling their wares came to the castle town. Inuyasha had been quite content to be in the castle, not at all keen on facing people's judging stares and cruel whispers. He had more than enough experience with them - after all, he had spent his entire life amongst them. But Lord Sesshoumaru had ordered Inuyasha to accompany him and that is how Inuyasha found himself being led on a leash in the crowded market place, wishing nothing more than to go home.

Lord Sesshoumaru had so far not said a word, only traveled in seemingly random directions. Inuyasha could feel people's curious and derisive stares following him but Sesshoumaru's presence alone was enough to deter any malicious whispers; no one was brave enough - or stupid enough - to comment derogatorily on something that belonged to the prince of the Western Lands. Inuyasha was so lost in his own thoughts that when Sesshoumaru suddenly came to a halt, he almost bumped into his leg. The hanyou looked up for the first time and saw that they had come past the lanes of the street hawkers - this street was obviously a class apart. The shops, unlike the ones in the common market, were decorated tastefully but lavishly, even the outside warning off anyone who did not have a more or less unlimited budget.

Sesshoumaru's attendants entered one such shop before them, announcing the arrival of the son of the Western Lord. When Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha entered the grand doors, Inuyasha's mouth fell open at the sight of the place. It looked nothing like any shop he had ever been in. It was spacious and skillfully lit, with a few expensive looking items of clothing on display in strategically placed locations.

As soon as Sesshoumaru entered, shop assistants hurried towards them, bowing ingratiatingly.

"May I help you with something, My Lord?"

Sesshoumaru did not glance at them but walked leisurely towards a discreetly placed low table where a man was sitting. The assistants hung back hesitantly, unsure. Seeing Lord Sesshoumaru approaching, the man immediately got to his feet and bowed low.

"Lord Sesshoumaru," he smiled. "You honor me with your presence in my humble establishment."

Sesshoumaru inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement of the greeting.

"How may I be of service?"

Sesshoumaru tugged on the hanyou's leash lightly, causing Inuyasha to look up shyly from behind Sesshoumaru, where he was attempting to hide.

"Jounichirou…find my slave something suitable to wear."

Inuyasha gasped while, Jounichirou's eyebrows shot up for a moment before they drew down again in a frown. The wares in his shop were for the best of the best - nobles and Lords of the highest class and Lord Sesshoumaru wanted to buy such clothing for a hanyou slave?

"Ummm…were you looking for anything in particular my Lord?"

Sesshoumaru sat down gracefully on the big cushion Jounichirou's assistants had brought at a signal from the manager while Inuyasha knelt down nearby. A man offered him a drink in a beautiful goblet. Taking it delicately, Sesshoumaru turned back to Jounichirou.

"Whatever he wants."

Jounichirou looked uncertain just for a moment before he called a few assistants and asked them to wait on the Lord and his slave. The other customers in the store stopped what they were doing to stare as unobtrusively as possible at the famous Lord Sesshoumaru. Also, they had to stop browsing as the shop assistants who had been helping them had disappeared from their side and reappeared at Sesshoumaru's side.

"And Jounichirou…" The manager of the shop turned inquiringly to the Lord. Sesshoumaru's golden eyes bore relentlessly into his. "Money is no object."

Jounichirou bowed. A number of assistants approached the low table and placed exquisite materials before them. Sesshoumaru glanced at the kneeling hanyou.

"You may choose whatever you want."

Inuyasha glanced anxiously at the Lord and then at the fine materials before him that he was too afraid to even touch, lest he ruined them. Some more assistants came and placed more such materials, each finer than the one before. As Inuyasha only stared at them without making any attempt to even touch them, Sesshoumaru finally glanced at him.

"Are they not to your liking, Inuyasha?"

Inuyasha lowered his eyes guiltily.

"They are beautiful, my Lord."

"Then why do you hesitate?" asked the Lord.

Inuyasha's ears flattened. He glanced miserably at the array of some of the finest clothing laid out before him. How in the world was he supposed to select something? How would he know if it pleased his master or not? What if the Lord didn't like it? He had never dreamed to even be able to touch clothes this fine, let alone wear them himself. Whatever Sesshoumaru chose to give him was enough for him - he did not need or like such fine things which he would be forever afraid to spoil or dirty or tear.

"Wh-whatever pleases you, my Lord," he replied in a small voice, bowing.

Sesshoumaru's expression was neutral. "Take what you want, hanyou. I will not say it again."

Inuyasha looked up sharply at the command. Whatever he wanted? But that didn't make any sense! He was torn between the desire to obey the Lord and the dissatisfaction at having to make a choice like this. What was there to chose? Clothes were for covering the body - all that mattered was how comfortable they were. Designs and colors were mostly superfluous. What did Lord Sesshoumaru expect him to do?

"M-my Lord, please! I- I can't…I don't know what…"

Sesshoumaru's eyes softened almost imperceptibly, the difference visible only to Inuyasha.

"It is a present, Inuyasha. Do you not desire fine garments?"

Inuyasha bowed low once more and touched his forehead to the ground before the Lord's feet but remained silent.

Sesshoumaru stared at the hanyou, contemplating. His puppy seemed really distressed and scared. Strange. Most servants leapt at the chance of wearing such fine clothing and yet, here was this shy little hanyou, unable to choose from the finest. How much degradation had the child endured to have lost all sense of self and preference?

The demon Lord glanced thoughtfully at the gorgeous materials laid out before them and then looked up at Jounichirou.

"The Lady of the Western Lands returns soon. Have outfits suitable to her station be sent over to the castle as soon as possible."

A hint of amusement entered the Lord's eyes.

"I am sure you are aware of the consequences, should they…displease her."

Jounichirou repressed a shiver and bowed quickly. The Lady of the Western Lands was a…forbidding figure when crossed. He did not want to be on the receiving end of her wrath.

Although the shop claimed to have all articles of the highest quality, the clothing used to make the outfits of the royal family of the Western Lands was a class apart. Although all the ridiculously expensive garments in his shop were of the highest quality, the material and dye he would use for Lady Seitachi was made from rare demon threads - beautiful as well as durable. It would have to be flawless - anything less would invite the ire of the Lady on his head. The patterns printed on them would be hand crafted by the most talented artisans in the field. No other demon or demonesses would have clothing anywhere close to that.

"Yes, my Lord."

Sesshoumaru stood up fluidly and headed for the door without a second glance at the materials laid out on the table. Jounichirou glanced knowingly at the slave. It was obvious that it did not think itself deserving of such finery. And just as well. It would not do for a hanyou's apparel to rival a noble's. As a man who had much experience dealing with and getting his work done by people of all classes, he knew that well trained slaves did not possess the audacity to express a preference different from their master's. And Lord Sesshoumaru's slave, although hanyou, would of course be impeccably trained. Why then had the Lord brought him here and asked him to select? Was it a test? If so, the little hanyou had passed.

The shop's activities swiftly returned to normal as the prince left and customers began to grow impatient at the lax in service.

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Inuyasha dutifully followed the Lord out of the store, but inside, he was miserable.

He was truly pathetic, he thought to himself. He could not even follow a simple order of selecting a present that the Lord was generous enough to give him. The Lord must surely think him ungrateful now. Hadn't he caused enough trouble to the Lord without disobeying him even in this? Why had he wanted to reward him anyway? He, Inuyasha, had caused nothing but trouble since he had arrived at the castle.

He kept his head bowed, the guilt eating up at him. He felt itchy in his own skin, the novel situation and the strange behavior of the Lord causing him confusion and anxiety. This was the worst possible thing he could have done, rejecting a gift from his master. He would surely be punished for it. If he wasn't, then that was even worse; how would he live with himself? If a master did not think it worthwhile to spare the trouble of punishing his slave, then surely the only thing that could mean was that he was not worth the trouble of training and that he would be supplanted soon. If he continued at this rate, the Lord would surely replace him with a more worthy, obedient pet.

Tears gathered in his eyes as he thought of a life without his master. No, he would rather die than belong to anyone else.

Sesshoumaru frowned slightly as he felt the waves of misery rolling off the hanyou. He could not understand what was troubling the little puppy so much. Surely a trip to a clothing store could not cause such anxiety. What was the matter with him?

Sesshoumaru had not liked the extreme submission in the hanyou, to the extent that he had entirely lost himself. Something would have to be done to return some sense of self-respect in him but as a slave, the hanyou's mind functioned in a different way from the average person. Things that would help a normal person gain confidence and strength would only hurt a slave's primed psyche. He would have to find a different way.

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When they returned to the castle, evening had already fallen. Sesshoumaru had not said a word to Inuyasha through out the day and after the incident in the shop, Lord Sesshoumaru had ordered him to wait outside whenever he entered a shop - to buy something or merely to inspect. While Sesshoumaru had merely not wished to cause the hanyou any more anxiety, Inuyasha thought it was because he was ashamed of his conduct and wanted to make sure the hanyou did not embarrass him further. His heart sank all the more.

As Lord of the Land, it was one of the duties of the heir apparent to make sure that no illegal items were being marketed in the land. If he suspected anything, he could order a search of the place. Of course, these seemingly minor duties could be carried out from the palace itself without the Lord having to go into town himself, but Inu no Taisho knew that it was impossible to govern a kingdom without knowing it's people - what conditions they lived in and whether or not they were content.

Sesshoumaru ordered Inuyasha to bathe and then wait in his chambers and then left to report to Inu no Taisho.

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As Inuyasha prepared to remove his clothing before entering the bath, he looked sadly at the dull, dirty blue, rough material of his haori. The hakama, that were actually supposed to be of the same color as the haori, were grayish. The pair was obviously mismatches, as was common in servants' clothes who did not have the luxury of discarding an entire outfit if either the haori or the hakama were torn or unusable, with the result that the sets that remained were often mismatched. The undershirt, that was supposed to be white, had yellowed and frayed.

He glanced in the looking glass in dismay at the sorry picture he presented. Surely Lord Sesshoumaru found it repulsive to look at such a pet. That is why he had wanted to buy him more appealing clothing and he, Inuyasha, had even screwed that up. But what could he do now? There was no way of making amends for his stupidity.

He stripped quickly and got into the cold bath miserably. With the bar of soap and the rough wash cloth, he scrubbed at his skin harshly till it was rubbed raw. Letting the unpleasantly cold water steal his body warmth, he unconsciously reveled in the discomfort. The evening was cool, the chill of the night beginning to set in and the cold water, coupled with the rough scrubbing caused his skin to hurt. And as hot tears mingled with the hot water, Inuyasha thought that this punishment was no where near enough.

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When Sesshoumaru returned to his chambers, he found Inuyasha kneeling in front of his usual armchair, leash and collar still attached.

He sat down in the armchair and gestured at the collar and leash.

"You may remove them now, Inuyasha."

A collar and leash were a symbol of a slave's submissive status, a declaration of his master's dominance but Sesshoumaru did not require him to wear them at night as they were not at all comfortable to sleep in. But today Inuyasha bowed his head to the ground, resting it on the Lord's feet, eyes dull and despairing.

"I beg your forgiveness, Master. I know I deserve any punishment you give for my disobedience."

Sesshoumaru frowned slightly. "You are not going to be punished, puppy."

To his surprise, he saw his boot wet with the child's tears. He raised him up gently but Inuyasha kept his head bowed.

"May I beg for one last chance, my Lord? I swear on my life I will not disappoint you."

Sesshoumaru slowly smoothed the hanyou's ears, hoping to calm him but the hanyou got all the more agitated at the light caresses. "What are you talking about, Inuyasha?"

Inuyasha's tiny fists were clenched in his lap as he knelt at his master's feet.

"I know…I know I have caused you much trouble…I know I am not worthy to serve one such as you but- but please my Lord! I beg of you to keep this slave…"

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed dangerously. His pet thought he was going to be sent away for such a small thing?

"Who told you that you were being dismissed from my service, Inuyasha?"

Inuyasha shook his head miserably. "And I disappointed my Lord over and over again. Of course, I am not worthy of punishment by your hand but please, order me to do anything and I will do it…to myself….but please don't send me away!"

Sesshoumaru was touched to the depths of his iron heart. This hanyou thought so less of himself that he was not worthy of even the Lord's punishment? He would harm himself at his master's command?

Then something caught his eye. Inuyasha's skin…it was red and irritated as if by a rash. There were small scratches where the harsh scrubbing had drawn blood.

He seized one small arm tightly. "You did this to yourself?"

Inuyasha looked down.

The demon Lord was enraged. He leaned down and his large clawed hand fisted harshly in Inuyasha's hair and held tightly. Inuyasha winced as his head was pulled at an unnatural angle.

"Listen to me, hanyou," Sesshoumaru hissed. "You are not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. Do you understand?"

Inuyasha tried to glance at him out of the corner of his eyes but could not see the Lord's face due to the angle of his head. Sesshoumaru turned him violently to face him, the force raising him off the ground a little.

Then his hair was released and Sesshoumaru got to his feet. He took the hanyou's leash in his hand and dragged him bodily to the bed. He glanced in satisfaction as the collar choked the hanyou, causing tears to spring to his eyes and hands to scramble ineffectively at his throat, trying to relieve the pressure.

Inuyasha was then grabbed by the back of his neck and thrown unceremoniously onto the bed face first. Wincing at the light bruising that had already started to appear on his throat; Inuyasha tried to turn on his back but choked on a cry as the maneuver caused the collar to be pulled harshly.

Looking back at the Lord, he saw Sesshoumaru kneeling over him, leash in hand the way one handles spirited horses. His clothes were torn off his back and Sesshoumaru's implacable hand pressed his face into the mattress, hiking his ass into the air.

Sesshoumaru's eyes glowed red, his inner youkai demanding that the little creature's submission be forced. The Lord understood that Inuyasha was too agitated to see sense and logic, the deeply ingrained slavish nature refusing to be placated with kindness. Gentleness would only make matters worse. There were times when brute force was essential.

Lethal claws caused little pinpricks on the hanyou's neck as they grew. Inuyasha's neck which was in the Lord's vice-like grip, the pressure almost not allowing the slave to breathe as his face was pressed into the mattress.

Without warning, he felt the Lord's huge cock slam into him. He screamed, the dry penetration causing his unprepared entrance to burn and tear but it was not enough to even give the Lord pause. Sesshoumaru withdrew harshly and thrust back in all the way. Blood began to drip from the tender orifice stretched beyond its limits.

A heavy body draped over his pinned him to the bed as Sesshoumaru leaned over him to whisper into puppy-ears.

"Does it hurt, Inuyasha?"

The rough, amused voice sent a shiver of fear down the hanyou's spine.

"Yes, my Lord…."

Sesshoumaru pulled his dick back almost all the way. "Good." And he slammed back in, causing the poor hanyou to cry out once more.

Youkai on the surface, Sesshoumaru smirked at the little creature's discomfort. The hand holding the leash pulled, idly choking the hanyou.

"Who are you, hanyou?" The rough voice demanded.

"Y-your slave, master," Inuyasha choked out as much as the pressure on his neck would allow.

The hold was not loosened.

"And?"

Inuyasha writhed, the huge intruder in his abused ass feeling very….different.

"Yo-your pet…"

Sesshoumaru grinded lazily into the hanyou's ass.

"And?"

Inuyasha whimpered, unable to think, the lack of oxygen clouding his thoughts.

His face was pressed harder into the mattress and Inuyasha shut his eyes.

"You're my whore, hanyou. My slut….my toy…whatever I want you to be."

The leash was abruptly released and Inuyasha took in deep gulps of air. But then a clawed hand grabbed his hard little dick and Inuyasha's breath released in a gasp.

"This body-" a large palm squeezed the little shaft roughly. "-is mine to do with as I please."

The demon abruptly pulled back and thrust into the child, the force enough to push Inuyasha forward but due to Sesshoumaru's hold on his neck, he could not move.

"You live…for my pleasure..."

Merciless claws pinched tiny hard nipples and once golden eyes that were now blood red stared cruelly at the little creature in its grasp.

"It seems you do not understand the meaning of being my possession."

Inuyasha was suddenly slammed onto his back and the demon thrust his swollen member in roughly, drawing Inuyasha's legs to his chest, the hanyou nearly folded in half. The child stared fearfully at the demon fucking him so ruthlessly.

"Master…master, please…have mercy…"

Sesshoumaru looked amused. "Mercy?"

Inuyasha whimpered and tears escaped his eyes as the demon shifted slightly inside him.

"I-it hurts, my Lord…"

Powerful hands caught hold of his skinny legs and pulled them apart, giving the aggressor greater access.

"Hmm…so?"

Inuyasha gasped. The demon Lord had never been so brutal with him; he was frightening.

"Master- I belong to you…please…"

The predator smirked icily and thrust back in, paying no heed to the victim's pleas.

"My possession, hanyou, does what I say. You have been a bad puppy."

Inuyasha whimpered. "Yes, master."

"Do you deserve this punishment, puppy?"

Inuyasha closed his eyes in resignation. "I do, Master."

Sesshoumaru grabbed him by the jaw and turned his head, forcing the hanyou to open his eyes and look at him. "Did I not tell you only I may punish you - no one else?"

Inuyasha assented with his eyes.

"And yet you harmed yourself." A single clawed finger drew a thin line on the raw skin, drawing blood.

Inuyasha glanced at the wound and then at the demon's red, glowing eyes. Of the Lord decided to kill him now, he would not be able to do anything about it. The thought sent another wave of arousal thought the half-demon's body.

"You will learn…you will learn what I can do to this body of yours if I wish…what damage I can do to it if you displease me…"

The hard, merciless cock thrust back into his thoroughly abused ass and Inuyasha screamed.

"Your punishment and your pleasure…are mine to give as I see fit…"

Arms like steel slammed his thin wrists onto the mattress forcefully, bruising the sensitive flesh. The half demon stared helplessly up at the Lord as the powerful demon forced his submission, pitiless eyes staring him down.

"Do not presume to know when you do and do not deserve punishment."

As the demon began to fuck him in earnest, Inuyasha cried. His asshole was beginning to feel stretched and raw. The demon Lord's large shaft caused more pain than pleasure but he had never been more aroused in his life. His tiny dick strained with the lack of contact as Sesshoumaru entirely ignored it. His face felt hot and he felt slightly dizzy but in an oh-so-good way. Every place the Master's hand touched, cut, bruised, Inuyasha's skin tingled with pleasure and the demon Lord was relentless. For hours, the demon fucked the little hanyou, shifting him in different positions according to his whim, with no regard for the hanyou's comfort. The Lord came several times, shooting his load on the hanyou's face, head, body. Inuyasha also came numerous times, without a single touch to his cock. Eventually, Inuyasha was exhausted too sore to move, teetering on the verge of unconsciousness.

A sharp slap to his face snapped him out of the daze.

"You will not fall asleep, hanyou. I will take my pleasure from your body still."

Inuyasha whimpered, feeling trapped and helpless on all fours, but loving the feeling because it was his Master who controlled him so viciously. This- this was it. This is what he was meant to be. How could he have forgotten? How could he have spent so much time needlessly worrying over whether or not he disappointed his master? It was not his place to worry about that. He was a toy, a body to be used by his master- to be fucked and beaten as the master pleased. If Sesshoumaru-sama was ever displeased by his actions, he not spare him. He had seen just how ruthless the Lord was towards those who disobeyed him. Then how could he have ever imagined that he, a mere slave, had the right to take his punishment into his own hands? Had the Master not told him that he belonged to the Lord forever? How could he have ever doubted the Lord's word?

Sesshoumaru continued to use him for a long while after Inuyasha was too exhausted to get aroused, body still tingling from the aftershocks of the numerous orgasms that he had had. Finally, he released deep inside the hanyou's ass and allowed himself to fall onto the hanyou's back, the half demon's breath leaving his body because of the heavy, almost crushing weight on top of him. Feeling his master satisfied, Inuyasha finally allowed himself to slip into unconsciousness.

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When Inuyasha opened his eyes, it was already late in the day. He woke up feeling more relaxed and content than he could ever remember feeling before. His body was pleasantly sore from his Master's harsh fuck. The bruises and scratches were just beginning to heal. Inuyasha tried to turn onto his side but found that his ass was killing him. But it was all worth it. Sesshoumaru-sama had truly shown him who the Master was. Yes, he had done a lot of foolish things but not everyone could be perfect like Sesshoumaru-sama. Inuyasha's strength was nowhere even close to any demon's and Sesshoumaru was the most powerful of them all, save for Inu no Taisho. For the first time in many days, Inuyasha grinned. How could he have been stupid enough to think that he could have inconvenienced the Lord in any way? Everyone knew that Sesshoumaru-sama allowed for no impudence.

"What brings a smile to your face, puppy?"

Ears flickering happily at his master's voice, Inuyasha turned joyfully to face Sesshoumaru who had just walked in followed by a servant.

"Sesshoumaru-sama!" he beamed happily. Then he blushed as he realized that he was still naked under the sheets and Sesshoumaru was staring at him amusedly. He attempted to get out of bed to kneel properly before his master but seeing his discomfort, Sesshoumaru gestured for him to stay put so Inuyasha knelt on the bed.

Sesshoumaru glanced impassively at all the bruises and cuts that he had inflicted in the poor slave. It had been a mistake on his part to treat the slave too gently all these days. He was aware that it took slaves a long time to be able to unlearn their training and begin to behave as a normal person. If only the brat didn't look so damn adorable and innocent, he would not feel like pampering him so much. But the lesson had been needed; the hanyou needed to feel the security of being under a strong master. But along with firmness, something else was also needed.

He motioned to the servant to step forward. Inuyasha looked inquiringly at the neatly wrapped parcel on the platter in her hand. Sesshoumaru took it and placed it in the hanyou's lap. Inuyasha's eyes went wide.

"For me?"

"Open it, puppy."

Heart hammering with excitement, Inuyasha carefully opened the outer cloth wrapping and then the inner thin rice paper. Within, were a carefully crisp white undershirt, a haori and hakama - fiery red in color. Inuyasha's eyes were impossibly wide and shining.

"Master…"

"It is a fire-rat kimono, Inuyasha, made out of the hair of the fire-rat. You seemed afraid of soiling those fine garments in the shop so I believe this will be adequate. It repairs itself, does not need to be cleaned and will grow as you do."

For a moment, Inuyasha stared at the robes in wonder. The properties of fire-rat hair were very well-known but as far as he knew, no such clothing existed because everyone knew that the hair of the fire-rat was extremely difficult, if not impossible to procure. Not many would survive the attempt as the hair had to be taken off a live fire-rat for it to retain the properties and fire-rats were rather…fierce by nature. This gift was priceless but this time, Inuyasha knew better than to feel unworthy of it. Sesshoumaru-sama was the judge of what he was worth, not him.

As soon as he got over the shock, he impulsively threw his arms around the Lord, hugging him around the middle which was the part that he could reach while the Lord was standing and he was kneeling on the bed.

As the hanyou burrowed his cute little head in his chest, Sesshoumaru allowed a small smile to flicker on his lips. When Inuyasha pulled away, his face was impassive once more.

"Do you like this color, Inuyasha?"

Inuyasha nodded shyly. The slavers had always told him that a slave had no likes or dislikes except what his master wanted him to have but somehow, he had never been able to entirely get rid of his preference of this color.

"Red can mean many things to many people but I give it to you because it is the color of courage," Sesshoumaru told him, voice soft. "Courage and confidence…"

Inuyasha looked doubtful. Courage? He was not courageous…

"Wear it without shame for you are worthy of it."

Inuyasha nodded fervently.

"Besides," Sesshoumaru said wryly. "You will need to be presentable when the Lady of the Western Lands arrives. She must be quite keen to meet you."

Inuyasha's eyes went wide. "But…I have heard…the lady does not like hanyou…"

"That," Sesshoumaru informed him, "Is putting it very mildly."

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A/N: Next chapter: All hell breaks loose when Inuyasha meets Sesshoumaru's mother ^_^

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