A/N: Inuyasha and the creation of Rumiko Takahashi isn't mine.

1. This is a dark version of the story. I've stepped out of the cutsie storyline for now. Throw away your previous expectations of the characters. We are going dark here.

2. There will be violence and rape. You've been warned.

REASON FOR WAR Chapter 1

"What is so important that you had to bother me?" The lord of the Western lands growled as he shrugged his naked form in a haori and belted it loosely. He grabbed a tunic on a table and threw it to the naked demoness sitting in the middle of the bed. The tunic hit her face. "Leave." The inu lord waited until the demoness hurried out of his tent before he turned to his 'intruder.'

The human followed the retreating back of the demoness and she didn't fail to see the female inu youkai's eyes rimming with tears. The human snorted; no matter how many times these females were warned they always fall for the taiyoukai. What will it take to make them understand that they were just the inu lord's concubines? Playthings. Entertainment. A way to relieve a hot blooded male's sexual urge. That's all.

The human took a deep breath to control her breathing and unclench her jaws. The strong odor of an interrupted rutting still hung in the air and if it wasn't proof enough the rumpled bed sheets and coverlet on the floor bear witness why Sesshoumaru was in a bad mood. She sauntered to the shut tent flap and rolled it back to let the fresh air in, it was a relief when the oppressive air abated somewhat. She saw the inu lord downed a cup of warmed sake in one gulp.

"Rin." Sesshoumaru thumped the sake cup hard on the table to get his adviser's attention.

She leaned her shoulder on the tent frame and faced the Western lord. "Your boys found something in one of their skirmishes with Kouga." She tilted her head on the side and sighed when the inu lord just lifted a brow. "They brought it in. You should go take a look."

"What is it?" The inu lord flipped open a heavy wooden box and took out a complete set of dark clothes and shrugged out of his recently donned haori, throwing it on the bed.

"It's a surprise." Rin turned her head away but not before she raked her eyes down the inu lord's magnificent form.

She had seen the inu lord disrobing in front of her countless of times but it still gives her a thrill to see him unclothed especially when he's bathing.

The advisor went to the other end of the tent and took down the two swords hanging in their hooks. To her knowledge only she and his retainer Jaken could touch the swords. It gave the human a sense of pride to have this honor.

Rin handed Bakusaiga first when Sesshoumaru finished buckling his armor followed by Tenseiga. The two powerful swords joined each other on Sesshoumaru's left hip. The inu taiyoukai gave his armor a slight shake of his shoulders to rest them well on his tall frame. Rin stepped forward to further tighten the leather ties holding together the heavy armor and adjusting the folds of the ten-meter long blue and yellow obi sash. She went behind him to pull out stray strands of long silver hair from inside his clothes and armor and lay them over his back.

Sesshoumaru turned his head and slid his eyes to his advisor; a strange look flitted in his eyes. "Let's go." he said and stepped out of the tent and out of the enclosure.

Rin stood there for a few moments with her hand still in the same position when the inu lord left, willing her breathing to go back to normal. Her mouth twisted in a grimace when the sour odor of the tent hit her nose. Her hand clenched tightly. You must control your self! Rin lowered her hand then with a determined and hard look in her eyes she followed the Western lord out of the now empty tent.

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The guards standing at attention at the portal of the commander's tent enclosure stiffened when their lord stepped out with a scowl on his face but the inu lord didn't pay them attention, his mind far away.

A puzzle has been plaguing his mind for months now. Something he couldn't put his finger on, but it has everything to do with his advisor. He didn't know when the occurrences began but then he saw a pattern and when it caught his attention he deemed it important to take note of when and where it occurs.

It happened just a few moments ago inside his tent; her appraising eyes and the lingering hands on his person. In other occasions a hand on his arm, or an accidental brush of her breast on his back or her legs brushing against his during war meetings. She thought that he didn't notice such things but he does. How couldn't he when he could smell her arousal even from afar and it is directed at him. He is sure that even some of the youkai around them could smell it. He sighed.

Her being of a different species didn't faze or displease him; she is beautiful no doubt about it, with an analytical mind as well as a lithe and lissom body. These are characteristics he likes in a female; demon or ningen.

Had he been in the mood for a human conquest he knew he wouldn't have to look far; she had been sending her intentions clear through. The right word, the right look and the right gift and she would be under him giving him what he wants with a minimum of fuss.

Yes, it would be so easy, Sesshoumaru agreed.

But his body will not follow him for the idea doesn't sit well on him. It is revolting. It is a hair's breath away from being incest.

I might be called many things but incest, Sesshoumaru's scowl deepened, incest is not written in my vocabulary. How could I? The girl grew up with me and I treated her like the daughter I never had. It is unnatural!

I should have seen it. Rin is now of age and at the point in her life where she should be mated and having pups. A mate is the answer to this dilemma…and hopefully when she's settled into mated life and pup bearing she would forget her fascination of me.

Sesshoumaru felt a little optimistic at the idea and hoped he could quickly find a suitable mate for the girl. Even his unassailable control might slip in the face of a willing and determined temptation in the form of his ward. The inu lord is aware of his strengths and weaknesses in and out of battle. He is but a man with a man's strong urges after all but an 'accident' with his ward would spell a big catastrophe for him. A catastrophe he would deeply regret.

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The makeshift holding cells and prison was right beside the barracks but to get there one would have to run the gauntlet of rowdy soldiers, cooking fires, sword smiths, the yowl of war beasts, assorted smells and a melange of other activities common in a war camp.

Usually after a victorious battle the wounded were tended in the infirmary just off the right of the barracks whereas the prisoners of war were thrown in the cells for later interrogation for the lucky and execution for the unlucky ones. The spoils of battle were spread out in the middle of camp and a scribe would be recording the items after which the whole lot will be carted back to the castle for later distribution to the soldiers as their spoils of war.

An uproar met Sesshoumaru's ear when he entered the enclosed camp. From the noise the men sounded as if they have been having a sport with some of the prisoners. The sound of jeering and amused howls were short of ear shattering. The noisy activity seemed to be focused in the area of the holding cells. He slowly approached and masked his aura so he would not interrupt the activity wanting to observe his men.

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"Give me the sword, wench. Now!" A clawed hand was almost sliced off when it came in visual contact. "What the fuck?" Growl. "Did you see that? The damn bitch almost cut me!" The speaker held his torn sleeves.

"Because you're too slow to avoid it, baka!" the jeer and the resulting laughter from the milling soldiers further infuriated the other.

"Shut your face!" the speaker with the silver hair spat out. The sound of fingers cracking were heard. "I can't believe I have to fight a girl!" The men sniggered and jeered again.

"You're afraid to fight a girl?" the speaker spat. "I'm not afraid to fight a girl." The insinuation was clear.

Some of the men began to taunt and heckle the silver haired loudmouth while others tried to give support.

"Hey Inuyasha, what you gonna do, huh?

"Oh no, she's gonna get it now!"

"Show her who's the man, milord!"

"Don't let a girl say that to you, general!"

"No way, he's too stupid to retreat just wait and see!" more laughter.

"SHUT UP!" The shout effectively lowered the noise decibel as the one called Inuyasha strode in front of his adversary, actually, his prisoner.

The prisoner stood with feet braced on the slightly soft sod; a sword held in readiness.

"Look, just give me the sword and we'll forget what happened. All right?"

"How does one forget when one is being raped?" The prisoner's voice shook in rage, the eyes slits of blue fire.

"Rape? What rape?" The silver haired hanyou sputtered. "I was just checking if you're okay. Look, you're not exactly my type, you know?"

"Yes, I guess I am not your type. Is that why you stumbled out of the tent without your pants?"

All the men said: "Oooo!"

"They said the soldiers of the Western lands were honorable. I heard wrong." The last sentence came out from gritted teeth.

"Just shut the fuck up and do as you're told, bitch!" Inuyasha lunged for the woman but she wasn't there anymore. "What the…?" he help up his sword just in time to counter a slash to his stomach.

"So slow, Inuyasha!" came a voice from the crowd.

"Don't call me bitch!" The woman hissed as they exchanged blows.

Damn, the bitch knows how to fight! Inuyasha was almost outclassed in swordsmanship. NO way a girl is going to show me up! "Then tell me what your name is, bitch!"

"My name's…." she gritted and then…name? The woman thought as she bloodied him on the leg. "My name is…" the thought suddenly became too important and she lost her concentration for a split second.

The hanyou took advantage of the woman's momentary lapse to swipe away her sword with his hand and trip her. The sword flew out and landed in mud a few meters away.

The woman landed hard on her back but she rolled away from him and was almost back up when she was straddled and her hands were caught and pulled up above her head. She struggled to escape but only saw piercing lights in her head and her vision swam.

"You wanna fight a man, huh, bitch?" Inuyasha spat as he slapped the woman again. "Fight me now, come on!" The hanyou began to tug at the front of the woman's haori, his razor sharp claws slashing the tie and exposing the woman's abundant breasts. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth while his free hand kneaded the other. "You should be glad I even paid attention you!"

Stop! Please stop! Not this way! Though bound, the woman fought mightily against her attacker. She tried to twist her torso away from his hand and mouth but she was slapped again. Her eyes lost its focus and she was only dimly aware when she felt a sharp tug on her hakama and then it came to her that she would be subjected to the ultimate humiliation a woman could endure…no…no…"NO!"

Suddenly the heavy weight on top of her was gone and there was a smell of burning when the weight lifted then she heard a thud of a body landing somewhere.

Thank kami, someone must have saved me….the woman sobbed.

But the strain of the ordeal and the exhaustion from the events of the day proved too much for the woman and her vision swam. Before she lost consciousness she wondered why the silence was deafening in the compound.

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