Chp 1

She tried to rouse herself from the light sleep, but somehow lacked the strength to move. She pulled the blanket a little closer, savoring its warmth for what little it gave. She slowly wriggled out of the cocoon she had made out of it. She looked at the sun. After years of living without electricity, she had learned to tell the time from its placement. It was about 6:30, give or take 5 minutes. She got up, and walked over to her basin of cold water. Everyday after school, she boiled water, then carried it up pot by pot p the stairs, and then used it to bathe in before bed. She splashed her face, trying to wake herself up. The freezing water jolted her awake, and she dried her face with a few rags she had lying around. Luxuries like clothes, electricity, and running water were taken away when the demons took over the country.

She sighed, wondering what it was like before the revolution. Did humans actually have born rights? She wondered what it must be like.

Her family was one of the lucky few who escaped the worst of the war. But 7 years ago, when she was a mere 9 years old, demons troops came into her house demanding supplies. Her mother told her to take herself and Souta outside, and hide. Kagome took Souta outside and hid behind the bushes. Souta was too young to remember very well, but Kagome distinctly remembered the sound of her mothers cries for help, begging them to spare the children. She remembered the shriek her mother gave when she was slit up the back by a demon's claws. She remembered the piercing pop of the gun as it blew out her mother's brains. The demons stole everything, but spared the children.

Now, after illegally "inheriting" trust funds from her mother, she was able to send Souta to a private school, where he was safe. He was a rare case amongst the humans, who lived in ghettos outside of the demon cities. The school Souta went to was the only one of his kind, and he was blessed to go there. But it meant he would never see his sister again, and Kagome hadn't seen him in 2 years.

So she alone got ready for the school day. She also was lucky to go to school, but she went to a public school. Laws there were harsh, and punctuality was extreme in its enforcements. She had been late to school twice in her school record, the first was from her mother's death, and the second was when she was almost beaten to death by a demon who tried to rape her. She tried to be diligent, but sometimes the inevitable got in the way. If she lost school, she would lose all the freedom she had. Eventually she would be picked up by the demon troops, and sold into slavery.

But as long as she had her school patch, she was spared.

She got up from the cold water basin, and walked over to her cardboard box where she kept her clothes. She took off her night dress, and folded it neatly. She placed it right beside the dress, and then took out the old uniform. It was 3 years old, and she had worn it everyday. She pulled out one of the two pair of socks she had, and pulled them over her calves. She then put on the makeshift bra she had made when she turned 14. It was a long, rectangular piece of cloth she had sewn in the back, with two shoelaces to give it support. After that she put on some panties (she washed then every night in the tub, and let them dry overnight.), and then put on her skirt and shirt. Then she pulled over the too-tight vest. Her chest had grown in the past two years, and she feared she might have to scrounge the money to buy a new one.

She walked down the stairs of her house, and went to the kitchen. Where a stove should be, she had a fire pit. Where a sink should be, there was a Tupperware box with a lid, a glass, and a few sets of chopsticks. She hurried over to get her utensils, and then put them in the backpack hanging on a hook next to the fire pit. She heaved the heavy backpack over hear shoulders, and walked over to the door. From there she slipped on the shoes, tied up the laces, and hurried out the door. She used a spare key to lock the door.

She checked the sky, and happily raced off to Kaede's.

Kaede was the kind shop lady who let her borrow deodorant and a toothbrush and toothpaste. Kagome went over there and manned the store in the afternoons when she could. Such rare items like deodorant and toothpaste were more than enough payment to help around the store. When people had money, they went to Kaede's.

She hurried to the little shop, and pushed open the door. A tiny brass bell welcomed her as she walked in. She saw no sign of Kaede, and walked to the back. Kaede had her things all set up, and Kagome was so happy to get the taste of sleep out of her mouth. She hummed herself a song as she brushed.

"Kagome, good to see ye this morning!" She heard Kaede call from the front counter.

"Goud mouniff!" Kagome called with a mouth full of foam.

She spit and rinsed accordingly. She dried her mouth on her sleeve, and ran over to the register.

"Ah, morning Kaede!" She said as she ran her tongue over her teeth.

"Did ye have something to eat?" She asked.

"I had dinner last night," Kagome answered.

Kaede looked around, and slipped her something wrapped in paper, "It's for ye's extra help yesterday. Ye were an excellent clerk."

Kagome looked at Kaede with a sort of glaze over her eyes, "Thanks Kaede."

Kaede had slipped her a few pot-stickers. This meant Kagome would be able to save the rice she was given at breakfast by the school for dinner. That's what the Tupperware was for. It was a rare treat to not have to choose between dinner and breakfast. Meat was scarce in the human lands, and Kaede always had it packed in her pot-stickers. It was good for long term strength, something that was vital in the world as it was.

"Hurry, hurry! Off to school with ye." She said as she softly pushed the girl.

Kagome giggled, and ran out the door, "Bye Kaede!"

She ran down the street, being careful of any broken shards of metal or glass. She accidentally stepped on one a month ago, and tore a big hole in her shoe. She had to slip a piece of cardboard in there to fix it, so she was careful to not let it happen again.

She crossed an old alleyway, looking out for any demons. If she saw them, she would have to turn around, and wait for them to leave. That's why she always left and hour earlier that she needed to. Just in case…

She didn't see anyone, and began to jog to get out of the rough area. This alley was on the border between the human and demon lands... On the other side of the alley, was a prestigious school for demons. She knew that the Demon lord's son went there, as well as a lot of other politicians' children. But she knew that just because it was desired, didn't mean the people were well mannered. She had been spit on, had dirt thrown on her, and was almost raped in this alley. She was grateful today was a safe day…

She hurried to get out of the dark alley, but soon stopped dead in her tracks. She heard footsteps from behind…

Please let it be a monkey, please let it be a monkey... She thought as she turned her head. All at once she heard a growl, and saw something that looked like a hand come flying towards her. She thought in the back of her mind, No! I can't be late!

But it was against the law to strike a demon, and she could be killed for that. Slavery over death? She contemplated them both in her mind as she felt strings wrap around her arms and legs. They tightened, and ripped through her clothing. She screamed, while the dark one laughed.

The demons always laughed when they tortured a human.

Kagome looked up to see Yura of the Hair, a daughter of one of the most controversial politicians. She smiled with blood red lips, and moved her fingers to a silent dance. Kagome felt the hair wrap tighter, and felt blood drip down her arms.

She didn't want to die. She looked up her final moments to see a comb racing for her neck. This is it. Good-bye world…

But in that instant, she heard a snap, and opened her eyes to see the comb falling. She felt the hair lose it's vice grip on her arms, and she felt to her knees. She saw a flash of gold and silver…angel's wings she wondered. She saw the figure of a person in a fighting stance, silver wings seemed to swish around like silk in water. The world turned black, and she lost herself in the darkness.

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She felt a cold compress on her forehead, and jolted upwards. She remembered angels, and tried to figure out where she was. She saw the familiar gray walls of her school, and looked around. She recognized this room. It was the nurse's office…

She had been there once before, but the memory was stuck in her head solid as concrete. She recognized the face of the principal, who looked away once she met his eyes.

"Miss Higurashi," He spoke in a grave voice.

She looked at him, tears already flowing, "Yes, sir?" She felt the them roll down over her nose and down to the paper she was placed on. She wanted to drown before she even heard the news, or form a river to carry her far away from this place. All hope was lost, and she had nothing to be brave for.

"You have been expelled for tardiness," he said, "I am deeply sorry, but rules are rules."

He looked pained; his eyes were weary with sorrow. The wrinkled, baggy face of her principal looked like the face of a man who had witnessed a thousand deaths. He looked straight into her eyes though, their dull gray coloring as faded as the color in his cheeks.

"But you have been assigned a 'family"," Families were a nice way of saying slave-masters, "In fact, you've been assigned to the Demon Lord's estate."

As glamorous as that might sound, slavery is slavery. The fact that her master was the most powerful man in the country made him no better than another master in her eyes.

"You've been assigned, um…personal correspondent to his son, Inuyasha," The name sounded familiar, I think Yuka pointed him out to me after school once. I rolled my head over on its other side, tired of looking at the gloomy face of my Principal.

"He'll be here in a little while to pick you up," He added with a sigh.

"I was mugged, sir…mugged by a demon. How is it fair that because of a demon, I get sold into slavery?" I asked him.

"You're not the first to ask that," He said with a dark mood to his voice, "But if I bend the rules, we could lose all the good things we have at this school. There can be no such thing as an excused tardy or absence. No fights, no lovers, no fun, no joy…It's like they try to suck the life right out of you." He said with a depressing frown.

She heard footsteps coming to the door, as saw a silver hair boy with golden eyes walk in. The Demon Lord's son, Inuyasha, was here to carry her away to hell she thought. She studied him, trying to figure out what the devil was like. He was extremely handsome as most demons are. Of course, he was only a hanyou, or a half-demon, but none-the-less he was extremely beautiful in an unearthly way. He had on baggy jeans and a rolled up white button up shirt with the emblem of his school on it. His hair was loose, long and silvery, brilliant even in the white light of the room.

He had little puppy ears on his head, a dead giveaway that he was a hanyou. A partial transformation as someone once told her. He had his arms crossed, and looked at her like she was something to buy at a store.

"She'll do," He said bluntly. He looked to the principal, who nodded in glum agreement.

He looked over at the girl, still crying, "Kagome this is Inuyasha, your new master."

She nodded her head solemnly, and climbed down off the rolling bed. She felt the ripped fabric of her uniform brush her sides in a spine-tingling tickle. She shivered and felt goose bumps rise over her legs and arms. She took a downcast look towards the floor, and saw blood dripping down her sleeve. No one had bothered to bandage the slave girl…what point was there really?

The hanyou walked closer to her, and she stared up at him. He was tall, at least 6'2. His inhuman beauty might have made her blush if it wasn't for her depleting blood. She felt very light headed, but knew if she acted weak, there could be hell to pay.

Inuyasha looked over to the principal, "She's bleeding you idiot! Why didn't you bandage her wounds! She'll die on me before I even get to use her!" He growled at the cowering man. He raised his hand in either attack or warning. The old man crumbled in fear of the hanyou. He held his hands out as if to say, 'no, please don't!' The anger in the hanyou eyes radiated like a white hot piece of iron.

"Don't hurt him!" She cried out. Inuyasha wiped his head to the side, his golden eyes glaring at her. They burned with a hatred she could not understand, drilling through her inch by inch. He lowered his hand, and walked towards her, his quiet steps echoing in the dead silent room.

"What did you say?" He asked with a dark tone to his voice.

"Please don't hurt him," She said as she stared straight into his eyes. She was not afraid to die anymore…

His eyes narrowed, but he spoke to the nurse behind him, "Bandage up my slave, I don't want her bleeding in my car."

He threw her a look colder than the ice that was now her soul. She kept his gaze, which shocked him a jolt or two. The dull luster in her dark eyes seemed to come from something other than fear. Aggression, stubbornness…a million possibilities ran through his mind. He thought she might be different, not the brainless, soulless, unimaginative slave everyone else in the mansion was.

He watched her climb up back on the rolling bed as the nurse came by with a roll of cloth bandages. He turned away while she wrapped them around the slave's arms and legs. He didn't care to see the blood. In fact he wished he could escape this room. He hated the scent of human blood almost more than anything. It reminded him of the scents that used to leak from his brother's room, back when his servant served as a sex toy. His own needs, as far as being sexually driven, were under control for the most part. He didn't need to rape a pathetic human to contain himself like his brother did.

He noticed the scent of blood had lessened, and he turned around. The girl had on white bandages, only white bandages…

He swiftly turned around, an embarrassed blush rose to his cheeks, "Please…put on her clothes."

She had on only white bandages on her top! What was that nurse thinking? He tried to think of anything to make this embarrassment go away, but all he could think of was her nearly naked body covered only by a few strips of white bandages. Fuck! He was turning out to be weaker than Sesshomaru at this point, fuck!

After a few moments of suffering, he finally regained his composure.

She was dressed this time, thankfully. He put on his mask of enmity, and stared blankly at her. Any demon would do the same, because they were not supposed to let their emotions show to humans. He followed in his father and brother's steps, and tried his best to give her a deep, angry stare. His veil was almost completely false; he had a thousand feelings buzzing inside his head, all of them trying to burst through to the surface.

She stepped down, so quietly, in fact, that he barely heard her. She stared at him, her dead eyes looking straight into his. She was waiting for orders, just like a slave should. He felt bad inside, knowing what he had done to this girl…

"Come," He said showing no hint of his inner turmoil.

She walked behind him, the tattered remains of her shirt covering her up only just. He would have to find her some new clothes…

He walked out, making sure to keep his back straight as a rail. He looked back at the girl.

She had her head down, staring at the floor. Her arms were white with cheese cloth. He could see red spots leaking through the bandages. Luckily, it wasn't too overwhelming a stench. He could maintain his control fairly well.

Unlike other demons, who considered humans as intelligent animals, Inuyasha considered them almost equals. After all, he was half human. His mother, the most beautiful, gracious, kind person he knew he would ever meet, was human. Humans were a huge part of his life, and he had little choice but to accept their partial dominance in this world.

But there was no doubt in his mind that he belittled humans. He didn't mind striking a human slave, as long as it was a male. In fact he nearly killed one because he was careless and unleashed his full rage against the man. He punched the man, but sent him through the wall. It was an accident, but there was no reason for apologies. He still works in the house, and Inuyasha knew that he was dead afraid of him. Needless to say, they have avoided confrontation since that day.

He wondered why his father saw a need for him to have a 'personal correspondent'. It seemed pointless and scanty. He looked back at the girl, trying to decide if she was a proper choice.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked, still looking at the ground.

He gave a bedazzled look, "How did you know I was staring?"

"I can see your reflection in the marble." She said.

"Oh," He said, accepting the logic.

"Why were you staring at me," She said as she raised her eyes towards his. She really wasn't like a servant. He felt his mask melt away, and tried a different approach.

"Cause I wanted to see what you look like. You had your head bowed the whole time, so I couldn't tell." He said with a bit of bite in his tone.

"What will I be doing for you, Inuyasha-sama," he was surprised she had remembered his name, he sure didn't remember hers.

"You're my personal correspondent." He said, trying to use the vaguest word possible.

"What's that?" She asked, daringly.

"My personal servant." He said with a dead, annoyed voice.

"What will I be doing?" She asked, completely ignorant of his obvious evasive behavior.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" He spat.

She knelt her head again, "I just wanna know what the rest of my life will be like."

He refused to give her pity, "It'll be hell, ok."

"…K."

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She had never ridden in a car before. No one in the human lands could afford such a luxury. The cold, sleek metal gleamed under the bright sun. She gently ran her fingertips along the door of the car, surprised at how she could see her reflecting in the black paint. She was amazed to find the leather seats to be so soft, and squishy! She had never sat in something so comfortable. She ran her hand along the arm rest. It was made of the same soft hide, stretched tight over a cushion. She looked above her; the top was made of the same tan leather as everything else.

Inuyasha pressed a button, and the roof moved to the back of the car, and folded under. She gasped.

"Guess you've never been in a convertible before." He said with a sly smile.

"I've never been in a car before," She said matter-of-factly.

He looked surprised, "Really?"

"No one can afford them." She replied with a hint of envy.

He turned the key, and the engine roared to life. He shifted his eye toward her just in time to catch her jump. He smiled to himself, and pulled out of driveway of the school.

"Inuyasha-sama…" She said trying to get his attention.

"Shut up," he said with disdain. He didn't want to, but he had to.

When they arrived at the mansion, everything would be different. He would lose these human feelings and return to his mask. He had to; because it was the only way anyone could survive. He glanced over towards her, watching as she bowed her head again. She had to know her place. You weren't supposed to ask questions, and you weren't supposed to be carefree and independent, as this girl was. She was about to enter the world of politics, a world were the air was toxic with corruption, the women were as seductive as cats, and the men were as greedy as a broker. His mansion was the threshold for the entire demon world, and if she didn't learn how to act, she would be killed by a demon. No one would pay notice; people were killed in his home all the time.

She was about to enter what he called 'the battlefield'.

He pulled up to the gates, and flashed a card to a guard who bowed as he entered. Kagome looked a little confused, but as logic seeped in, she felt stupid for not understanding why the man bowed. Inuyasha-sama was basically a prince, heir to the throne, son of the demon lord, the whole enchilada. She felt compelled to ask something, but after his reaction last time, she decided not to. She wondered why he seemed so much nicer before. Maybe she did something wrong.

"Girl, get out."

She didn't realize that they had stopped. She hurriedly fumbled around at the door handle. She finally pulled on it and almost fell out. She brushed herself off, and ran to catch up to Inuyasha-sama. She decided to try out life for a while, slavery so far hasn't been as horrible as she expected. He seemed…almost kind.

She looked around the golden room, the sunlight pouring in from the large glass windows that were just above the door. The stairwell had to be as big as the shrine! She looked up. The ceiling had to go up at least 50 feet, if not more. There was black marble on the floor, gleaming like onyx. She couldn't seem to tae everything in at once, it was like something out of a fairytale.

"Girl, come." Inuyasha-sama said as he nodded towards an elevator. Her eyes widened, what was the staircase for? She followed him, but the question still rang in her mind, echoing clear as a bell.

They entered the elevator, and he pressed a button. The smooth ride up didn't joggle her, because she had been in an elevator before. The hospital that she had gone to when her brother was born had an elevator. She got to ride in it to get to the floor her mother was on.

She quickly returned to thinking about the house. She didn't like thinking about her mother…

She heard a light beep, and turned towards the silver doors of the elevator. They promptly opened, and Inuyasha walked out, followed by the new slave girl. She looked around, watching the eyes of the maids follow her with envy and vulgarity. She decided to stare at the floor; no one would glare at her there.

She noticed Inuyasha turn towards a set of double doors. He pulled out a card from his pocket, and opened the automatic lock. He walked in, and nodded for Kagome to follow. She quickly walked in, and stood in the middle of the room, completely in awe of it. The room was huge, as big as a gymnasium, she figured. There was a lap pool in one corner of the room, and a big fluffy bed in the other corner. There was a closet full of clothes; she could see he had top designer stuff too. She could see an elegant looking bathroom from an opened door, and the other door was closed, so she had no clue what was in there.

"I suppose I should learn your name, since I'm not creative enough to make one up for you," He said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

She looked at him with wide eyes, "Um…Ka…Kagome." She stuttered. She couldn't unglue her eyes from him. She had never really seen a man undress before…

"Kagome," He said with a certain half interest.

"Yes Inuyasha-sama," She said as she folded her hands up behind her.

He scanned her body, and she suddenly felt very naked, "You need new clothes. I can't have you walking around in that shredded up uniform, Sesshomaru might jump you." He said as he swooped towards her on the word jump.

"Is there anything you need?" She asked with a half heart.

"No, I'll have another maid get it," He said as he neared a strange metal box. He pressed a red button and spoke into a small patch of chicken wire looking stuff, "Can one of you bring up some new clothes for my new servant, you know the ones mother bought, and some food. I don't care what it is as long as it's not that chicken rice crap from last night."

Another voice answered him, "Sure thing Inuyasha-sama, we'll send it up in a few."

Suddenly he ripped off his half unbuttoned shirt, and Kagome's eyes about popped up from his tan rippling muscles. She felt a knot tie up in her stomach, and she felt her feet freeze to the floor. Her eyes were shot open, and she found it a bit hard to breathe.

He turned around, and looked at her with a strange glare, then suddenly realization hit him, and he redound his shirt, "I forgot the effects we have on humans for the first time."

She was speechless, mostly from embarrassment. She felt her face grow hot with a deep red blush.

"Forgive me for staring Inuyasha-sama. I don't know what came over me."

"Demons naturally attract their prey when they're in humanoid form. Even hanyou's like me are irresistible to humans like you." He said with a bit of a smirk.

'Must be nice to have those kinds of perks…Inuyasha-sama," She quickly added.

"Stop saying Inuyasha-sama in every sentence. I know who you're talking to." He said as he flung himself on his big fluffy bed.

She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, wondering what she was doing. She stared at her shoes, realizing how terrible she must look compared to him.

Suddenly she heard a knock at the door, but before she had even turned around, Inuyasha was already at the door, getting a try of ramen noodles and a bag of clothes.

'Come on Kagome," He said as he set the tray of noodles on a table she hadn't noticed before. She walked towards the table, but she was stopped as he pointed towards the bag, "You see that door by the closet," She nodded, "That's your room, go put these clothes away, and change."

He tossed the bag (with ONE hand!) over at her, and she almost fell over from the weight. She barely caught it, and was having a hard time keeping a solid grip on it. She hobbled over to the door, leaned against it so she wouldn't drop the clothes, then pushed down on the handle. She went through the mini hall that connected the two rooms, and then opened another door.

She gently set the clothes down, and then looked around her new room in utter unbelieveablility.

It was set in hues of black and silver with lime green hints spread across the room. She saw a television! She had only seen those in the demon stores when she had to go to the district to get Kaede's supplies. She couldn't believe she was actually given one! She looked at the soft queen sized bed she was given, and couldn't help but give a shriek of delight. The room was fully furnished, complete with a vanity! She had never had these luxuries back home, no one did.

She was almost too excited to even think about opening up the bag of clothes. She twittered over there like a nervous bird, and untied the string. She gasped at the colors she saw, and the embroidery, and the intricacy. The very first thing she saw was a handmade, silk kimono. All the parts were there, including the obi! She couldn't believe that she was given such a beautiful item. It was a soft cream with silver embroidery of little houses and shrines all over. There were marks of purple all over, with a bright orange coloring the hems.

She dug deeper to find at least a dozen outfits. She found a cocktail dress, black with red trim, a couple pairs of jeans, 5 skirts, a few shirts both long and short sleeved, 2 summer dresses, a few pairs of sandals, a few flats, a pair of geta shoes, and a sleek pair of black heels to match her cocktail dress. She couldn't believe it! There were even new bras and undergarments! What to wear first?

She found a baggy long sleeved sweater-shirt that was pink with the Japanese symbol for 'harmony' printed on it. She then selected a green skirt from the pile and a pair of knee length white socks. She looked at her reflection in the mirror of her vanity, and decided that she had never worn anything so beautiful. It might be weird to call lounge clothes beautiful, but she had never had anything except a school uniform her entire life. Who was she to judge what was beautiful and what was not.

She walked out of the room, and down the hall. She opened the door to see Inuyasha sitting at a square table on the floor, sipping his noodles quietly. Kagome neared him, and then sat down on her knees on the side across from him.

She stared down at her bowl of noodles, wondering if it was for her or not. She looked from the bowl to Inuyasha, wondering what to do. She had never heard of a master giving a slave such rich foods. These weren't just the microwave 10 yen things you found at the market. This was a soup-like meal with thick egg noodles floating in the bowl surrounded by a rich broth with chicken seaweed and fishcakes.

The smell made her ravenous, partly because she had never had ramen like this before. She eyes the chopsticks set next to her plate, wondering if she was really supposed to eat this.

Inuyasha noticed that she hadn't touched her food, and after slurping up a noodle, asked her, "Why aren't you eating? I don't want my slave to die of starvation."

She looked up in surprise, "I didn't know it was for me."

"Who'd you think it was for?"

"I don't know, Inuyasha-sama." She said as she twisted her hands in her lap.

She still hadn't touched the food, he noticed.

"Eat," he commanded.

She felt weird eating in front of someone else, especially her master. She took the pair of wooden chopsticks next to her bowl, and reached in for a noodle. She slurped it up, hoping she didn't look like a fool. She looked up to make sure he didn't have a weird look on his face.

He was busy looking at a TV in the corner, watching some movie or something. She continued eating her meal, enjoying every second of the unique flavors.

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Sesshomaru knocked gently on the door, not wanting to disturb his brother's pleasantries. Pure curiosity made him come to see his brother's new concubine. Inuyasha had always been the rough one that the ladies either adored or hated, but to Sesshomaru's knowledge, he had never had a personal concubine. He wondered what made this girl so special.

He heard footsteps coming to the door, and watched as it creaked open. A girl with long raven locks and big brown eyes opened the door. Sesshomaru couldn't help but be a bit confused by her appearance. The girl was pretty, but definitely not sexy or anything that a concubine should be really. She wore nothing revealing, although the skirt showed off her long legs involuntarily.

He was a bit disappointed…

He raised an eye brow in his brother's direction, "This is the girl you chose?"

Inuyasha snapped his head towards his brother, "You got a problem with her?"

"Isn't she a bit…boring?" He said as if she wasn't there.

"It's not your business, Sesshomaru." He said as he closed his eyes to calm himself.

"She doesn't look experienced," He said with a thoughtful face, "Why would you choose someone who can't execute her job correctly," he asked with honest curiosity.

"Get out of my room," Inuyasha growled as he slammed his fist on the table.

Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes, "Might I borrow her?" He said to intentionally set him off., which, of course, it did.

"Get out of here Sesshomaru. You can not fucking have her, you have your own slaves for that!" He spat out as he rose from the table. He had his hand on his waist, where Kagome noticed for the first time that he had a sword hooked to his belt. He bared sharp fangs, and hissed and snapped like an animal. Sesshomaru narrowed his own eyes, and bared his fangs a bit.

"Get out," Inuyasha growled deeply.

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, and turned around out of the doorway. He had on a cold smile as he left, knowing that he had won this battle.

Kagome closed the door, and looked at Inuyasha with fearful eyes. He ignored it, but still explained himself.

"I'm half dog demon, and its instinct that I act like that. Sesshomaru has better control over it, but even he snarls like a dog when he feels the need."

She nodded, as if she understood, but he doubted she did. He'd never had to explain why he did it before, because everyone already knew this world by that time. There world was as much instinct as it was wits. Growling at Sesshomaru was a natural way of Inuyasha saying 'get off my turf'.

"Inuyasha-sama," She said.

"What?"

"What did he mean by can he borrow me?" She asked with courage beyond her social status. Slaves weren't supposed to ask them, and he supposed he might need to teach her that. It wasn't that he cared, but when people came over for the parties his father threw, she would have to know how to act.

"Don't worry about it." He said calmly.

"Yes sir," She said as she realized the meaning in his answer. Don't ask questions…

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