A/N: Okay so this is the weirdest pairing I've ever done aside from my Kagome x Menomeru pairing, so please no flames. And also it's going to be the only fic under this category so chances are I'm not going to get a lot of reviews for this one. Aww well! Here it is! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yeah it's pretty obvious I don't own Inuyasha, because if I did, I would've screwed up the whole storyline completely.

Winded Blade: Silver Moon Vampiress

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Alliance

They call me Kagura, wind sorceress and mistress of the wind and every which way it blows. I was spawned from the very flesh of that monster Naraku, and so thus, I'm connected to him; he holds my very life in his hands, literally. I spent my days and nights in his castle, beyond the brink of boredom, but it got better when my sister Kanna was spawned. For a while it was just Kanna, Kohaku, Naraku and I, that is, until the castle was invaded by men and not just any men—mercenaries. I remember that day rather clearly, for it was one of the few days that Naraku took actual notice of our presence and summoned us to his private chamber of rooms. I was the last to enter, as an act of defiance, I being the only one of us who had enough backbone to stand up to him.

"Kagura . . ." he whispered coolly, his tone putting an ominous chill in the air and sending a shiver of pure fear down my spine. His simple utterance of my name and the icy way it rolled from his lips told me that I was going to pay for my blatant act of defiance.

As I took my place, beside Kanna, I noticed there were a significant number of silhouettes—seven to be exact—standing there ominously behind my lord and master. I could sense an enormous amount of power emanating from each and every one of these silhouettes, which made me curious to know the identities of these seemingly lifeless shadows. Before long my wish was fulfilled as one by one Naraku introduced each of the men. First he introduced Mukotsu, Kyukotsu, Renkotsu, Suikotsu Ginkotsu, and Jakotsu, all of whom stepped forth into the faint light filtering into the room from the window. Naraku neglected to introduce one of the silhouettes, however, but it became clear to me, as the last of the silhouettes emerged from the shadows, that Naraku intended to allow him to introduce himself.

"And I'm Bankotsu, leader of the Shichinintai," he said once he could be visibly seen. His deep baritone voice rung in my ears creating a sweet melody and making me shiver in excitement instead of the usual fear Naraku invoked in me.

I couldn't resist stealing a glance at the man whose voice made me unexpectedly excited, and once I did, my eyes locked onto the handsomest man I've ever laid eyes on. All the other men aside, my eyes were drawn to him and I couldn't seem to look away. His hair hung like the ebony pendulum of a clock, swinging way past the middle of his back, practically reaching the floor. He had a unique four-pointed, star-shaped mark situated in the center of his tan forehead. In his grasp he held a large halberd, perched on his shoulder. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to be straining in any way, despite the impression of strength I got from his lean form. I sensed an even stronger aura of incredible strength emanating from him, and the magnitude of his presence left a lasting impression on my senses.

I guess that's why he's the leader, I thought as I continued to run my eyes over his features. His tanned skin was much darker than mine—a pale creamy, alabaster tone. Even through his haori and armor, I could see the obvious of definition of his taut muscles that years of training had helped to hone. Perhaps his most striking feature were his cold, steely, cobalt eyes, which held such an intensity, it made my skin prickle with unseen lashes of power. As I continued to stare upon him in awe, I came to realize something was different about him—about all of them in fact. I let out an involuntary gasp, barely audible, when I came to realize that they were all human! But not only that, they were all humans who had been brought back to life through the power of the Sacred Jewel. And those shards happened to belong to Naraku.

So they're the newest pawns in Naraku's scheme to complete the Jewel and destroy his enemies, I thought as I stared upon each of these men. It was really hard to believe that they had all been dead once, and a part of me—a much darker and morbid part of me—wanted to feel their skin to see if they were cold from death. I suppressed this urge, ashamed of this sudden, distastefully obsessive compulsion.

Once again, I found myself staring at Bankotsu and he must have felt my gaze fall upon him, for his intense gaze locked with mine in a teasing dance of lustful admiration. I could feel my breath lodge in my throat as he continued to stare at me with such bold eyes, roaming all along the curves of my body. I tore my gaze away from those eyes, cursing myself for responding so weakly to his heated perusal of my clothed flesh. If he had been any other male, I would've gouged his eyes out, but somehow I couldn't seem to picture myself harming him in any way. Besides, he was only showing that he was interested in me, and I guess it couldn't hurt to allow him to look, though my mind said otherwise. Secretly, I wanted more than just his eyes to roam along my body. I longed for the coaxing touch of a man, and as Bankotsu's power gushed over me, I knew it was his touch I sought. Never have I had a man look at me with such a heated stare of blatant desire. The only looks I got from men were ones of disgust and hatred. But with Bankotsu, I felt wanted, desired, and all around sexy, feelings no man had ever invoked in me. The flames of an all-consuming lust held me captive and its acrid smoke burned my throat and lungs.

Never had I felt this way before, and it suddenly made me hot and flushed, despite the obvious chill in the air. I suddenly had the urge to cool my temperature with my unique fan, which allowed me to control the wind. When I looked up once again, I locked gazes with him and I swear if I had a heart beating within my chest, it would've skipped a beat, did a few back flips, and sped up exponentially. I shifted uncomfortably as a rare face change occurred in me; I blushed. I haven't blushed over another man since I met Sesshomaru. This is serious, I thought still sensing Bankotsu's heated stare upon me, that is, until Naraku interrupted and freed me from the snare of his gaze.

"I want all of you to treat our guests well, for they are to be staying with us for a while," Naraku said, addressing Kanna, Kohaku, and I.

I could sense Bankotsu smile as his gaze settled upon me again and I was tempted to flee from the room with no foreseen explanation just so I could escape his taunting gaze. I was relieved when at last Naraku dismissed us from his room. I was the first one out. I tried to play it off like I was in my normal state of mind and relatively calm, but once I was out in the hallway and away from the others, I rushed down the hall towards my room in a burst of wind. Once I reached my destination, I clamored inside and slammed the door behind me, leaning against it heavily as I tried to regain my proper composure. After my breathing had settled down to its normal pace, I stumbled into my washroom and stood there before the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was surprising to find my face still flush with embarrassment and desire for Bankotsu. To rid myself of this annoying disposition, I splashed my face with cool water to lower my temperature and soothe the flush that had crept into my face without warning.

Once I felt that I had sufficiently disposed of the blush painted on my face, I gently patted it dry and lifted my gaze to stare upon my reflection again. I wasn't unattractive, with dark brown hair that cascaded down like a waterfall past my shoulders, deep, demonic, crimson eyes, and full, pouting, red lips. My skin color was—like I said earlier—a pale, creamy, alabaster tone and my body was curved and very shapely, yet I hid it underneath the multiple layers of my silken colorful and decorative kimonos I wrapped myself in to combat the chill that permeated Naraku's castle. My ears—unlike any human's—were pointed like an elf's and were adorned with jade pearl earrings. Part of me could see why Bankotsu seemed to be so fascinated with me, and the other part, was confused as to why a human would be interested in a female youkai like me. I just didn't see anything all that spectacular about me, and yet, the fact that he paid even the slightest attention to me made me feel as if I were the most interesting woman on this planet.

I sighed heavily and put my towel aside. I stepped out of my washroom and flopped down on my bed, trying to sleep the rest of the day away. I awoke an hour later to the sound of raucous laughter coming from down the hall. I crawled out of my bed groggily, stumbling to the door, my clothes and hair in a state of dishevelment. I had shifted uncomfortably all throughout my sleep, dreaming of the sexy, male mercenary, Bankotsu. In my state of discomfort, I shed almost all the layers of my kimono, except for one. I staggered to the door, burning with a frightening determination to shut those men up before I killed them all in a blind fury.

What does a girl have to do to get some sleep around here? Grabbing my fan, which was perched on a stand near my doorway, I slid the door open in a huff. I shut the door behind me tightly and shuffled down the hall, barefoot, in the direction of the collective laughter that awoke me from my restless slumber. As I turned a blind corner, I ran into the solid bare chest of none other than Bankotsu. Before I could respond in any way, I was dragged around the corner into the deep shadows untouched by the faint glow of a lamp nearby and slammed against the wall, my head colliding painfully with the sturdy structure. When I tried to swallow, I felt something obscuring this action and realized that he had his hand wrapped tightly about my throat. It occurred to me that he thought I was an enemy, and I felt the urgent need to remind him that I was on his side before he crushed my windpipe.

"Ban . . . Bankotsu . . . I'm on your side. It's me Kagura . . ." I managed to rasp out.

This got his attention and he leaned in closer to me to get a better view of my face. "So it is you," he said, releasing his grip about my throat and pulling away. "I'm sorry. It's just this place gives me the creeps. It puts me a little on edge and makes me feel as if someone is going to jump out and attack me."

You and me both, I thought as held onto my throat for a moment, taking in deep gulps of air.

I was just about to continue on my path to go shut those other men up, when I was suddenly trapped against the wall again by Bankotsu, this time with his arms pressed against the wall on either side of my head. He leaned in close, his bare chest heaving rapidly, as he stared at me again with that heated stare of his, his labored breath fanning my face sensually.

"So . . ." he drawled, moving one of his hands to lift my chin so that I was looking him in the eye and our lips were only a breath apart, "you're Naraku's whore, huh? Wouldn't you rather be my whore?"

I slapped his hand away in anger and glared at him. "I'm nobody's whore!"

"Well if you're not Naraku's whore, then be my whore," he said, leaning in so close, his lips were brushing my exposed neck. "I can give you immeasurable pleasure Kagura," he whispered in my ear.

My eyes widened in shock at his statement and I pushed him away from me sharply, my breath coming out in sharp gasps as my chest heaved irregularly. I held my hand over my chest where my heart would be beating out an irregular, erratic, rhythmic beat, if it were actually there within my vacant chest. I looked up to find him staring at me with another one of his heated desire-filled looks, but his eyes weren't staring at my face this time but on a lower part of my anatomy. I looked down and saw that the single kimono that was concealing my slender frame was parted at the front and that it was now revealing much of my cleavage to his scrutiny. I pushed off the wall roughly and with a flick of my wrist, I opened my fan wide, placing it before my exposed flesh and putting an end to his enjoyment of running his eyes along my partially exposed breasts.

"Aww . . . come on. Don't be like that, Kagura," he said, moving closer to me again, bringing his hand around to my lower back and pressing us closer. Well, I did get my answer about whether or not he was cold from dying once, and surprisingly, he was comfortably warm; his bare skin burned me where it met my own. With his other hand he snapped my fan closed tightly with his hand over mine and looked down my kimono with a hungry gaze. I wasn't going to stand idly by and allow him to ogle me, not if I could do something about it, and so I did the first thing that came to mind; I slipped my knee between his legs and nailed him in the balls.

I didn't stand there to watch him slump to the ground holding his nads in anguish and simply pushed him away, turned on my heel and bolted for my room again.

When I reached my room I slammed the door shut for the second time that day and leaned heavily against it, panting from my sprint through the chilly castle.

What am I going to do? I'll have to avoid him at all costs now, I thought as I flopped down on my bed, praying that sleep would sweep over me like the turbulent embrace of a wave. I needed that right now, almost as much as I needed to be without dreams.

A/N: So what'd you think? Drop me a review, okay! I thought it came out pretty well but my opinion doesn't matter in this case. It may take me a while to update, but I'll do the best I can to update as soon as possible. I'm out!

Silver Moon Vampiress