Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kurama, Sesshoumaru's General! ❯ Capture! ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter one: Capture!

Kurama woke up to find himself in a… cage? Huh? He blinked his eyes, clearing his vision, and the `cage' came into focus. He glanced around himself and saw many humans looking downward at the metal `floor' of the cage; their eyes were unfocused, and they seemed to think the world, or THEIR world, had come to a nasty end. He looked down on himself and saw his tattered Chinese uniform, which sparked his memory…

**Flashback**

Kurama turned steely eyes to the demon that had attempted to enslave a tribe of fire maidens, and almost growled in disgust. The demon had tried to force himself upon many of the fire maidens, in a very `manly' way (Hentai get what I mean?). Kurama decided to take pity on him, and went in for a quick kill, but the demon was smarter than that. It came up behind him and tried to bury its slightly spiked arm into his back, but he jumped out of the way with ease. He watched in indifference as Yusuke shot a spirit gun at the beast, and was slightly disappointed that he himself didn't get to finish it off. He turned his back on the smoldering cloud of dust and began to walk toward Hiei… He wasn't prepared when the demon shot out of the cloud and threw something at him…

The shadowy ball glowed eerily and shattered at Kurama's feet. The next thing he knew, he was falling through darkness, and a pain that he didn't know a person could ever feel was hitting him in waves. He would have screamed, but no sound came from his throat in that eerie vortex of nothingness. His mind grew hazy, and he slipped in and out of consciousness…

The next thing Kurama knew, strange demons were standing over him, speaking too quickly for his slow mind to comprehend. He heard catches of conversation like: "…he's a pretty one alright…" "…perfect sex slave…" "…we'll get a lot for him…" "…haul him into the cage with the others…" "…you'll be sold pretty fast, human…"

**End Flashback**

And here he was now, sitting in a cage. Kurama turned away from the curious stares that the other slaves gave him, and tried to think of a plan… He was a demon, and the fatigue that that vortex had left him with was long gone, for he healed fast… though nothing would heal him of the memory of that intense pain…

Kurama shuddered and wrapped his arms around his knees. Most likely, the humans in the cage thought he was scared of the demon slave drivers, but he was actually afraid to go through that nightmare of a vortex again… Just thinking of the endless nothing sent small shivers up his spine, and he mentally shook the thoughts from his head. He needed to be strong if he was going to survive here, in this strange world where demons and humans lived side by side, though obviously pitted against eachother. Kurama straightened his back, and leaned back against the bars of the cage, while most of the humans huddled together in the middle. Soon he found out why.

A cracking snap was hurt, and Kurama bit his lip when a whip struck his back, ripping right through the material of his green Chinese fighting uniform. He held in a cry of pain, and turned with gritted teeth to who had whipped him. He saw the demon-wolf bring back the whip for another try, and he prepared for the second hit. It came, and Kurama held in another cry of pain. The humans in the cage stared at him in shock when he didn't move, and fear clouded their eyes when another crack sounded sharply through the air. Just as Kurama was waiting for the next pierce of pain, he heard a shout from the demon that he guessed was the `boss'.

"Hite! Cut that out! You'll ruin the body of a perfect sex slave!!" the voice shot out venomously.

Kurama's eyes widened when he heard `sex slave' and he looked at the demon `boss' and the cold look on its face confirmed his horrors… It was telling the truth. He was a sex slave. Kurama could have laughed at the irony of it all, but held it back. He still had a chance. He was a youko! And he wouldn't let ANYONE touch HIM in any way they desired… Kurama went deep into his thoughts and ignored the shocked gazes that graced him as he planned his escape.

The days wore on slowly, and Kurama thought that he'd never get his chance for escape, but soon enough, they arrived at a bazaar. He eyed the stalls suspiciously and kept all emotion from his face. He caught himself before he glared at the demon that had whipped him, and pretended to keep his head down and eyes shadowed in defeat. He chose to ignore the smirk that came across the demon's face, and allowed it to clamp his wrists together with strange metal cuffs.

The woman in front of him walked toward the wolf-demon who was boss as if she had done it many times, and Kurama reluctantly followed. His green eyes remained trained on his feet as he stood in line with the other unfortunate humans, and he pretended to be submissive. Sooner than Kurama had expected, the wolf-demon himself walked up to him and roughly grabbed his chin. Kurama allowed the demon to raise his head, and acted as if he was afraid. The demon seemed satisfied with the results, and it eyed his lower half thoughtfully. Kurama stayed frozen like a statue and hoped the `examination' would be over and done with SOON. He held back a sigh of relief when the demon left him clothed, and could almost hear the abomination thinking, `More alluring if the imagination is needed'…

Kurama braced himself for whatever would come, and decided to let his unease show for effect. Yes, he was nervous, he'd never been `sold' before, and he had a feeling that if he stayed with the demon slave driver for too long, he'd be killed. He couldn't decide if it was better for him to be a sex slave or a dead slave, and decided that he preferred the latter. Unfortunately, fate was not to be so kind…

**With Sesshoumaru**

Sesshoumaru walked down the aisles of the bazaar in disinterest. He was here, yet again, to buy slaves for the `once a year gladiator match' of which the demon lords bought slaves of all types for amusement at the match. Quite often, a demon lord bought many useless slaves that could not battle at all, just for the enjoyment of watching their blood spill on the ground. Sesshoumaru planned on getting more weak humans than ones that could actually fight, because after all the humans had killed eachother off, the remaining gladiators would be killed by each Lords' generals. Sesshoumaru had a general named Hikume, and he despised the fox-demon because of his cocky attitude. Sesshoumaru knew that there was no chance that the general would die at the hands of a human, though he inwardly wished a human would. Now THAT would put the cocky basterd in his place as well as in hell. Sesshoumaru mentally smirked darkly at the thought, but kept his face as passive as it always was.

As Sesshoumaru glided smoothly down the bazaar streets, he began to bore at the familiar experience. He and Hikume stopped by many slave drivers, but found nothing that seemed useful in the least. Sesshoumaru's face remained passive as he inwardly scowled in disgust. That was when he spotted a very strange specimen.

Sesshoumaru's quick change of direction confused the cocky Hikume for a moment, but he quickly followed along and kept his superior look intact. He glanced around in a bored fashion when he was inwardly curious as to what had caught Sesshoumaru's uncatchable eye…

Sesshoumaru scanned the crowed for the blaze of red hair that he had glimpsed in a sea of black. His feet soon took him to a very wealthy looking slave driver, and he scanned the line of slaves with his demon speed and soon spotted what had caught his eye. Standing among garbage, was the prettiest boy Sesshoumaru had ever seen, and he knew that no human could have that bright red hair. But as Sesshoumaru walked casually down the line of humans at a distance, he knew that the strange boy WAS human… He walked straight up to the human and grabbed the boy's chin. Forcefully pulling up the boy's chin so he could see the shadowed eyes, he was shocked when he gazed into startled emerald green. Of course, no emotion showed on his face, so you wouldn't know if he were shocked if you were an onlooker…

Kurama was startled when a clawed hand pulled his chin up, and he gazed, entranced, into liquid gold eyes… He thought about hiding his emotions behind a look of calm, but decided it wasn't a good idea. He kept his face open, and gazed into the demon's eyes without flinching.

The Dog Demon Lord was surprised when the startled redheaded boy didn't flinch, though of course, it didn't show on his face or in his eyes. He was as stoic as ever, and chose to ignore the presence of Hikume behind him. He examined the boy's strangely fair features and wondered what a gem like him was doing being a HUMAN. His clawed hand moved the boy's head to the side, and Sesshoumaru caught a good look at surprisingly clean and healthy hair… `This human doesn't smell like the other stinking garbage here, where did he come from?' No one except a demon had eyes and hair that were not black… But this boy was definitely human, though a mysterious one… and his aura was strange too…

Lucky for Kurama, he had subconsciously hid his demonic aura when he'd entered the strange world he was in, and he was glad that he had. He could sense the demon's aura prodding him ever so gently, trying to find something out. He dropped his control on his aura completely, and let it do what any aura would do if prodded.

Sesshoumaru was assured that the boy was human when his aura reacted normally, and he tried to decide what to do with the boy… The redhead couldn't stay with this trash, but Sesshoumaru himself couldn't take a human as a sex slave, for that would create a bad reputation for the demon lord. He decided to take the human with him for the gladiator matches, and strangely enough hoped his death would be quick and not too painful. Sesshoumaru let go of the green-eyed boy's chin, and turned his eyes to the rest of the slaves that were gathered there. A few mercenary slaves stood tall at the end of the organized line, and Sesshoumaru noted to take them all. He saw a few weak and scared looking humans and almost daydreamed about seeing their horrific deaths… almost. He turned cold eyes to the slave driver that stood off to the side, waiting to be called on. Sesshoumaru beckoned the wolf-demon to him with a hand, and watched in hidden amusement as the demon appeared eagerly at his side in a moment's time. His coldly stoic voice spoke, "I will take the mercenaries at the end, and the other humans." He pointed to the ones he had chosen after he spoke, and waited for the demon slave driver to round them up. Sesshoumaru didn't know whether to be glad, or disappointed, that the redhead had been placed at the end of the line up of chains. He turned his cold eyes to Hikume, and the general immediately sprung into action.

Hikume paid for each slave, and mentally tallied them all up for easy count later. In total, there were 24. 15 of which were mercenaries, and the rest village people, with the exception of the strange read haired boy… Hikume had been sure that Sesshoumaru would take him as a bed slave, but he'd been mistaken obviously… Hikume himself had no reason to not take a human to bed, for he had done it many times and was well known for his rough but pleasing skills… The General licked his lip and settled on asking the Lord of the Western Lands, Sesshoumaru, later on…

**Normal**

Kurama allowed himself to be rounded up like an animal, and prepared for the worst. He'd caught a wave of hopelessness and submission from the humans' auras, and he had a notion that this `important' demon had let them know their fates the moment he purchased them… Kurama wondered to himself why they seemed to resign to their `fates', and he decided to find out what they were so afraid of. But he, being as smart as he was, would not ask any of the slaves of course, for that would surely be foolish. He resigned himself to a `watcher' and kept a close eye on all that happened around him.

The first thing Kurama found out was… everyone spoke an ancient form of Japanese. THAT made what the demons said hard to understand. Kurama quickly picked up the style, or `format', of the language, and developed his own speech to fit the way they spoke. `Present-day' Japanese was heavily edited [purely speculation on my part ^_-], and Kurama knew that anyone he spoke to that way would only understand half of what he said to them, if not LESS. He almost sighed to himself in slight depression, but knew he couldn't give up so easily and so soon. He still had the `important' demon (who he'd dubbed as a `Lord' by then because of the title he was addressed) believing he was a `normal' human, and he planned to keep it that way.

During the breaks from the fast-paced traveling that they had done, they got next to nothing when it came to food. One person who had been captured close to the longest, died on his feet when they were walking. Kurama had been mortified when the demons that led them had left the dead human to be dragged by the cuffs that bound his bloodless wrists, and the other slaves had to drag along his weight. Kurama was lucky, then, that he had been put at the back, because if he'd been put at the front, his strength would be suspicious to the demon lord and his general if he easily dragged the burden of the dead human

Kurama had, by then, figured out that the world he was in seemed to be a `past' of sorts, and the swords and OTHER things only proved it. Foolish human bandits had attacked them twice at the end of the first week, and Kurama had witnessed the power of the general who he'd heard from eavesdropping was named Hikume.

Kurama had come up with a plan to escape, but THAT had been thwarted when they'd arrived at the castle from which Sesshoumaru ruled. Instead of his mask of calm, he kept a mask of fake fear and anxiousness (though he WAS slightly anxious) as the two demon led them through the large gates of Sesshoumaru's grand castle.

He was amazed; never had he seen such beauty in any of the Makai castles he'd been unfortunate enough to lay eyes upon. His awed emerald eyes soaked up the white marble of which was covered with carved intricate designs which were then painted gold, perfectly.

The many paintings that covered the walls portrayed many centuries of what he guessed were honored warriors or relatives placed in extravagant backgrounds which baffled the mind.

Unfortunately, the beauty vanished when they were taken into what he guessed was a dungeon, leaving a bittersweet taste in Kurama's mouth. He waited submissively for the general to let them loose from their chains and roughly shove them into their large holding cell.

The `villager slaves' huddled together in the farthest corner of the room while the mercenaries sat by the walls. Kurama settled for standing, leaning against part of the wall that was closer to the bars (mostly because there was more **cough** `room' there.) Some of the mercenaries gave him weird looks while the villagers chose to ignore him. After standing for (he checked his watch) 3 hours straight, he became bored, and settled for calmly closing his eyes and setting into a meditative state.

One of the mercenaries that had kept his eye on the red head continued to stare at him incredulously as the boy continued to stand for hours on end without looking uncomfortable in the least. He chose to ignore it, and turned instead to how he planned to live the last few hours/days of his miserable life.

Kurama, after a while, settled for sitting on the ground (though not because he was tiring or sore). He sadly stared at his hands and wondered if it would be wise to try and escape then… He decided against it, and instead settled with meditating, once again, to calm himself.