Hey everyone it's me Tigeraangel. I looked at my reviews at my old story of "Kouga's Unlikely Slave" and it seems like it was a very rough first draft. It made me think that I need to re-write my work. So, this is the same plot, but I made it so much better thanks to my "co-writer", also my partner. My thoughts and his greatness of putting it all into a great story makes a better story. Here are the first two chapters of the old story rewritten. I hope you enjoy and we will be adding more later love Tigeraangel

Chapter 1

It's raining again, Kagome thought, gritting her teeth. Climbing out of this stupid pit is hard enough without the rain. She persevered, climbing rung after rung out of the streaming well. My school suit will be ruined. AGAIN. She really shouldn't be worried about this climb. She has done it dozens of times. The chaos of the jewel shards were years behind her. Well… two to be exact. She had become rebellious in her later years. Well, later teenage years. Neon streaks now wound their way through her hair. Her school uniform was only from convenience. On her outings with her friends, mesh was the more popular fashion.

All of her time had not been spent in vain though. She had focused her thoughts. Her powers now came naturally to her. What took minutes of concentration now took an idle thought. Her training also had not gone to waste. People in the modern world thought she was entertaining a hobby. Sword training had become a plaything in the modern age. If they had known how many demons she had (in terror) slain, they would understand the earnest nature of her training. Hesitating or slipping with a sword in the modern world earned you a bruise. Hesitating with a sword in this age means death.

Finally, she thought (and muttered) as she crested the well. She was ecstatic though. She had abandoned her studies, failed miserably at school, and her prospects in the modern world weren't… fantastic. Technically she was still going to school. It wasn't a prestigious one, any prospect of being a master scholar were long gone. It didn't matter anymore. She was with her friends. She was with her family.

There were still objects of power to find of course. The jewel shards were all found. The idea though, that there was only one artefact, was ridiculous. As if there was only one powerful artefact in the entire world. Where there was power, there was corruption, and power in this world seemed limitless. Objects that once held a holy grace were being defiled in demonic hands. It still happened. It was a wonder that the feudal era ever evolved into our magic-less world.

In some ways it is tragic, Kagome thought. Although in many ways, it is SO much better. She had never been attacked by a flying demonic pterodactyl waiting for the bus. I shouldn't get so wrapped up in thoughts, Kagome thought, as her thoughts distracted her from the men about to bludgeon her over the head. A confused what, followed a flash of light, and darkness.

Kagome woke up in a blurred darkness, and immediately felt like throwing up. They never mention this about unconsciousness. The nausea was overwhelming. Lights whirled around her in a sickening fashion. Can I go once without having to be rescued? Kagome thought, shuddering. Then she noticed her clothes. What happened to my clothes? She was dressed in rags. In a detached fashion, she was happy. Why would they undress her, only to change her clothes? Did her clothes have a certain value? It, at least, suggested that they were willing to give her some modesty. People who gave her modesty are not usually willing to do anything worse.

She heard a hoarse coughing behind her. She looked behind her and started dry heaving instead. All she could think about is how bad an idea it was to move her head. She groaned and rolled away from the source of the coughing. She only managed to move her head into a position to see the person. What she took for coughing was an extremely dry laughter.

"It took you a while to wake. We were worried we had killed you". Well that's a lovely thought. Kagome wondered idly if death wasn't better than the world constantly spinning. Not seriously of course, she had been in this situation several times. Too many times. "Slavery will suit you", the grinning figure said. Kagome coughed weakly. "Until I get rescued at least." Kagome immediately regretted her words. For one, she was tired of being constantly in a position to be rescued. For another, she received a large leather boot to the head. Her world exploded in pain.

"First lesson to be learned, don't talk back. We try not to kill our slaves, but it is no large loss if we do". He leaned in and leered. "Besides, beauties like you are useful for so much". He leaned in and ripped off Kagome's shirt. "The first thing you will learn, clothes are a luxury. There is only one scrap of clothing you will always wear". He shuffled out of Kagome's sight, and rustling was heard in the background. Before Kagome could react, a rough leather clasp was wrapped around her throat. "This is your collar. It is to remind you that you are an animal. You are only here to please us. If you please us well, you can live as a favoured dog does. If you do not please us, you will be kicked like a dog. Pain will become your master. If you do well enough, you can enjoy pleasuring your master. If not, agony will be your only friend. You will wish for death."

The world spun as the man dragged her, by her new collar, to the wall. She scraped herself in several places. She was too disoriented to even cover her exposed breasts. She felt the steel links chained to her collar, and heard the coughing laughter as he trudged away. She felt nausea, fear and pain. She had never been treated this way before. Nobody was there to see her tears tear paths through the dirt on her face.