Author's Note: This is the real chapter 4, chapter 3 was submitted twice, so people that have me on their alerts got a msg for ch4, srry about that guys! Thanks so much for the awesome reviews, makes me smile! Please keep them coming! Well, that's all for today, enjoy guys!

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Chapter 4: Devil's Playtime

"Well it is-" but before he could finish the lights dimmed, and a single spot light was shone dead center of the stage. Than the blood red curtain was pulled revealing a man in dark purple robes, he stood beside a black table with silver instruments of sorts. The man was tall with a lean figure, pitch black short hair, silver hoop earrings on both ears, and dark purple eyes.

The men cheered loudly and fists were banged against table tops.

"Why are they going wild? And who's this man?" Kagura asked curiously but she noted his eyes, they were sad and resigned.

"His name is Miroku Hoishi. They go wild because he wears the robes of 'The Tormentor.'" Naraku answered as he watched the stage grimly yet his facial expression was blank.

"Such sorrowful eyes." Sango commented but she didn't hear their replies, her heart felt like it was a beating drum in her ear.

The others watched silently, curious as to what will happen next, but gasped as they saw behind another curtain was a man…no demon.

"That's a demon!" Kagome gasped is surprise and terror. Not because the fact that they still exist and so close, she already felt them here, knew Kanna and Naraku are as well, but because this one was in his primal state, his beast is released but was chained down against the wall. Shackles held his clawed feet together, his claws were extended to their full growth are restrained in chains, a choker around his pale neck that also chained him against the wall. The demon was dripping of danger, the whole expanse of muscle covered in creamy pale skin, and magenta strips marred his hipbones, wrist, and cheek. His face was contorted in a snarl flashing his pearly white fangs, his thin lips pulled back as growl after growl was made at Miroku. The demon's crimson red eyes craved blood shed and annihilation, it pulled at the restraints but no dice. Kagome saw old kanji symbols on the metal, she can see it shine a sickening green colour from time to time, indicating that a spell was placed upon the cursed object.

"What the hell is going on!" Kagura grounded out as her eyes remained fixated on the stage, watching for any sign of the demon's chains breaking.

"Oh my god!" Rin gasped and looked away, closing her eyes shut, than covering her ears tightly with her hands.

A loud crackling rung out, cheers, clapping, but what rung in the girls ears was the painful howl of the captured demon as the long black whip took vengeance on his bare chest, leaving angry red marks and cuts. Miroku, "The Tormentor," than whipped him in his knees, cuts immediately appearing, brought the powerful aura demon crashing, his claws and head suspended in the air as everything else dropped. Tired of the whip, the robed man drew a dagger from it protected confines, and started to run slow, deep lines in the demon's skin, a bloody painting on a perfect specimen.

Kagome had a horrified expression on her face as she remained transfixed on the demon's face, the magenta strips jagged and bright blood glared out at everyone that witnessed this proud demon's humiliation as a mere human brings him to his knees. His snarl promised death and destruction as another instrument was bought out and used upon his arms. These wounds will heal but his dignity will be forever scared. The long raven haired woman started to get up and stop this disgusting form of entertainment when Naraku grabbed her arm and shook his head.

"My lady, it is not a wise idea to interfere, it is a great offence against the Ryokan." he said passively.

"B-But, Naraku-kun, look at this! I have to do something! That poor demon! He is one of your own, how can you just stand by and do nothing!" Kagome yelled in urgency. This is so very wrong, she felt something for this demon, a will to protect him as he could not protect himself.

Naraku was shocked, she knew he was a demon? and even wanted to help one that it clearly in his primal state. Looking at the other woman, he can see that in their eyes did not hold fear but determination as they prepare to sprint up on stage and stop this 'show.'

"Please my ladies, let us leave." he urged as he ushered them toward the doors. He didn't want to see what would happen to them if they stopped it, it was a serious insult to the inn if they did.

The girls couldn't take any more howls of pain and ran out of the room, feeling sick to their stomachs; Sango was the last one out of the door but glanced back briefly, catching the eye of the tormentor. 'What sad eyes.' she thought before leaving as well. They were out in the hall and planned to head back to their suite, no longer in the mood to party that night.

Turning to Naraku who stood silently with his hands behind his back and head low, he had took his submissive stance. The woman looked at him in a different light, this wasn't just a job to these demons they figured, it was their way of life, since they told him many times not to return to that servant stance, he always did it, maybe unconsciously, like it was branded in his mind and soul.

"Good night Naraku-kun, we hope to see you again during our stay here." Sango said formly as she bowed to him at the waist.

"Thank you for your services Naru-kun!" Rin said as cheerfully as she could muster.

"Good night." Kagome touched his arm lightly before retreating with her two other sisters. The other girls could see that Kagura wanted a few private minutes with him without speaking a single word.

"Kags, we'll be on the other side of the door." Sango informed as they walked down the hall and through the doors that led to the regular club.

Naraku remained by the wall, still in his stance that reeked his status, it made Kagura mad, she didn't know of who though, the demon in front of her that seemed to defying and only ruled by his standards, or this cruel and twisted place for putting these demons below everyone else.

"Stop it!" she snapped out. Her red nails digging into her palms. Naraku looked up at her blankly.

"Stop what mistress-" he started but was cut off.

"Don't "mistress" me! Stop this pathetic act of slavery! What this place is doing is wrong and illegal! They can't do this, not to any person, human, hanyou, and or demon! Not to…you either." she finished off in a whisper. Why did she care so much of what went on here, she asked herself, she could just walk away and things would go back to normal. Only if she hadn't met this man.

Naraku didn't know what to say to this. It never happened in the many years he was enslaved here, but she doesn't know of what she speaks of! The power these people have over them, they don't know! How dare they treat us as equals and give of a sip of what we, demons, can never have? Why taunt us! Haven't we suffered enough?

"You are a cruel woman." Naraku snarled out, his control over his beast slipping slightly.

Kagura's dark eyes widened, "what?"

"Do not speak like you are our savior," the demon stepped closer, unraveled his hands from behind his back, his crimson orbs ablaze,

"why do you taunt my mind with the want of freedom," he walked towards her like a hunter on prey, causing Kagura to take a step back, and press up against the wall,

"why do you tempt my soul with the notion of running wild through the forests," he took hold of her wrist and pressed them above her head with one claw,

"why do you seduce my body to lust for yours!" he grounded out as his body enclosed her taunt body between his and the wall. He smelt her arousal spiced with fear, god it was intoxicating, and felt himself stiffen, he was by now steel hard, pressed up against her abdomen.

Kagura felt it, she felt his need for her, and she herself moisten, wetness began to pool as she involuntarily arched into his steel hard body. Their eyes remained fixed on each other, never losing eye contact as he started to nudge his way between her legs. And she let him, she wrapped one leg around his waist.

"Why do you question me, when the one you should be asking should be yourself?" she demanded and stifled a moan when he grinded his erection against her core.

"Why have you given up on the idea of freedom and spite me for willing it so?" she asked in a light tone as his other hand trailed the side of her body, it first started by caressing her face, to feathery caresses across her neck, straight down the middle of her breasts, down the carves of her side and hoisted her up higher against the wall by her backside. She was now sitting on top of his cock with her back leaning against the wall. They kept a slow deliberate pace, rocking against each other, and he hesitated a moment when she intertwined her fingers with his claw that held her wrists, her other hand now free, she rested it on his pale neck, a thumb brushing against his cheek. Their eyes never strayed from each others.

She saw a flicker of emotion, sadness? Torment? Anger? She couldn't tell be knew it was there, and that speck of emotion caused her to think rationally and decided this was going too far, her sisters were down the hall and they were waiting for her and could walk on them any moment.

"Let me down Naraku-kun." she said his name with such affection that it pierced a hole in the lustful haze he was under.

"Hai-"

"Call me mistress or lady one more time, and I'll slap you." she threatened as he set her on her feet, he nodded silently and smoothed down her hair cutely. She couldn't help but blush. 'yeah sure, I blush now from him petting my hair but not when he was literally screwing me with my clothes on, Kami I'm such a freak' she thought to herself.

"Hai, Kagura." he said smoothly.

"I should go, we'll see each other sometime soon ne?" she suggested and received a nod. Turning away she stopped when a claw touched her cheek lightly, turning back curiously, she smiled when he dipped his head down and kissed the side of her neck, it ran shivers straight through her.

"Good night my sweet." he bid farewell as his face remained passive but his eyes were alive, not the dim dead glow it had before.

"And to you my dark youkai." with that Kagura walked down the hall, without looking back and joined her sisters to their walk back to their room. They were sure exhausted from their first night here. It was sure interesting if not mildly disturbing.

"-gasp- shit…." Kagome shot up in bed, sweaty and panting for breath. Looking over at the clock, she saw that it was 3:00 a.m.; they had gotten back to their suite at 1 a.m. stayed up for half hour talking about all the events that night and crashed for bed shortly after. But Kagome, even though kept assuring the others she was fine, wasn't, her mind kept going back to the demon that was being mercilessly tortured. Her self-conscious wouldn't even let her forget as her dream made her relive those horrid moments once again. Kagome got out of bed, her long navy pajama bottoms swayed with the movements as she padded lightly across the room, grabbing a zip up sweater, the blue eyed woman left the shared suite silently.

Kagome looked down the hall which was empty and decided to take a walk in the gardens. Wearing the white sweater over her black tank top, she threaded her fingers through her hair, brushing them out slightly as she walked down the stairs and out into the cool night. Her slippers that she remembered to wear before leaving didn't protect her toes from the chill of the night but she didn't mind once she looked up, the moon and stars so clear in the sky that there was no need for the lit lanterns placed around the paths and trees of the gardens. Breathing in a big breathe of air, Kagome let it out slowly, feeling the remains of the nightmare leave her, feeling her body relax only to stiffen once again. There, stood a tall figure in the shadows of a large tree gazing out into the lake. The figure has long silvery hair that brushed at the back of the knees. She knew this was a man seeing the white Kimono that was styled for men and long silver hair but his aura reeked of demonic power. This was no man but youkai.

She was only a few feet away when she spotted him encased in shadow, feeling the urge to flee from the danger, her legs would not move. Her body was frozen by his aura alone and fear filled her as he turned silently. Golden eyes pierced her with such intensity that Kagome could not swallow the spit in her throat.

"Human," his voice was amplified in the deathly quiet of the night, "how is it that you are awake?"

"P-pardon me?" she croaked out. Calming herself down, Kagome closed her eyes for a second, and when they opened, the blue orbs took on a glow. She moved slowly, walking closer even though her instincts told her to run, she stopped a few feet beside him and looked out into the dark waters. He watched her, she felt his eyes on her every movement but she did not let it frazzle her nerves. Kagome mentally reminded herself to stay calm and collected.

"Do you not posses any intelligence, I asked you a simple question." the demon stated roughly and continued to watch her. He had not spoken to anyone in centuries, why did his beast not claw at his insides and desire revenge for alls those that wronged him, why was his beast at peace?

"Why you arrogant youkai! That question you asked me wasn't clear, I am awake because I had a nightmare, what do you mean by how?" she snapped at him, how ignorant to challenge her intelligence when they have just met.

"It seems that you aren't very bright, you have identified me as a youkai as I am, yet still had the decency to insult my person. You will watch your tongue human or else you will lose it." he threatened as his eyes took on a reddish tint.

Kagome looked up at him and her eyes widened, but not because his control was slipping but she remembered why this demon looked familiar.

"You're the one that was tortured earlier." she stated as her eyes looked at him sadly.

He stiffened, "did you enjoy the show?" he snarled out. He could no longer look at her, she had seen him in such a disgraceful position and he hated her for it. He hated this place for it. He stiffened further as small arms circled his slim waist. Looking down, the small slip of a woman was now attached to his side, her face buried in his sleeve as her arms hug him tightly. Up close, her head barely reached the height of his shoulder, how small and fragile.

"You do know that I can kill you right now do you not?" he inquired, his tone deathly calm. His claws twitched, how dare this insolent human touch his person. He felt her nod her head against his appendage.

"Do not pity me for I have no use for your petty emotions." He remained passive and motionless. As he was about to shove this filth off, his sensitive nose caught something, salt, tears, her tears, and his claw paused mid air. Why was she crying? Was she not trying to get him to rut with her? Who is this human? Were her tears for him?

"Why do you cry human?" he asked stoically.

"Because I know you won't." she said stubbornly and rubbed her wet face against his sleeve, but he did not seem to care. His pure golden eyes looked at her for a long moment and then his arm moved and rested lightly across her shoulders and brought her closer.

"Humans are such weak creatures." he grounded out as he moved her from his side to his front. Her arms going automatically around him as his arms cage her small body in his safe confines.

"And youkai are so proud that they can't seem to shut up about how weaker everyone else is, they don't see that their just being an ass." she said as a hiccup racked her body. Salt still assaulted his nose and it annoyed him to no end.

"Cease your bawling human, you irritate my nose," he commanded her but had a feeling she would never listen to any order any one, human or youkai, gave her.

"Stop calling me human! My name is Kagome. Ka-go-me or is that too hard for your small mind to comprehend?" she gritted out as she hugged into him closer, warmth spread through her as she felt him also tighten his hold on her. Feeling so safe with someone so dangerous.

"Human, you will be address accordingly as I see fit, for starters you will call me by my name, not youkai, you will call me Sesshoumaru." his baritone tone did not spike fear in her, but another emotion, and it was by far unpleasant.

"Sesshoumaru, Sesshy, Sesshou, Maru…I think Sesshou-kun is perfect." She said as she kept her face and tears hidden within the folds of his kimono.

"You will not address this Sesshoumaru with such a childish nick name." he scoffed, what an insult to be called by such a crude name.

"Please?" she then looked up at him, tears and all, but her glowing blue orbs were enchanting, and then stuck out her bottom lip which was simply adorable.

"Only if you cease your tears this instance," his clawed hand brushed away a few stands of long raven hair that stuck to her flushed face. She smiled and nodded. His beast stirred. His breath hitched a millisecond. Unnoticed by everyone but his beast, the one that knew his deepest desires. Unraveling himself from her, he walked over to a near by tree and sat down with one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. Kagome followed silently, missing his warmth but did not mention it. Sitting beside him, she sat cross-legged and also leaned against the tree trunk.

"Why do they do that to you?" she asked quietly, the silence was starting to get to her as he just sat there passively.

"I would rather die than be forced to rut, that is why they kill me to an inch of my life, leave me to heal myself, and then repeat it all over again." His voice was even and emotionless, but his sun kissed eyes hardened.

Nodding in acceptance of his answer, she sat quietly. She felt that he wanted to say something and waited patiently for him.

After a few seconds of silence his voice rang out, "you are the first person I have spoken too in 3 centuries that isn't Miroku. Why has the kamis cursed me with such a hard headed one."

Shocked in so many ways, she ignored his jab at her character and asked, "Why, how so long, and isn't Miroku the guy that hurts you?"

Her multi questions and child like innocence caused his eyes to soften slightly. "It is 3 a.m., devils hour, the inn casts a spell on the inhabitants that makes them sleep through until 5 if the body chooses to wake, but never near 3 o'clock will the body wake. I am a demon, my life line is eternity, and Miroku is a good man. He does his job like everyone else here, I do not hold contempt towards him because he had tried to lessen my torture and was punished severely yet his human body could not heal like mine, and was in a life threatening state. I am the one that tells him to do what needs to be done, but I do sense he feels pain with every strike."

"Why is it called 'devils hour'?" she asked curiously.

"It is when the body is closes to death, when your heart is the slowest. When by chance you are awake, it is said that you are living death. The portal to the spirit world is more accessible during this hour as well, commoners believe that the devil comes out at midnight but that is false, it is always 3 a.m. Yet because of the spell, no one wakes at this hour. Yet here you are." He looked at her, she was beautiful, engulfed in moonlight, her black hair taking on a bluish tint, her storm blue orbs spoke so many emotions that he felt he already knew her just by looking in them.

"Why are you awake then?" she asked as she shimmied closer to him, and leaned her head against his shoulder. She was getting cold.

"This is when they let me out in the gardens for an hour, or my beast would be so unsettled that it will wreak destruction on everything and eventually I would self-destruct. Devils hour, it's almost symbolic they let me out now." Sesshoumaru noticed her tired state, and helped her stand.

"Go to bed," he could already see her ready to protest but cut her short, "I must leave as well, my time is up."

"B-but…when do I get to see you again?" Kagome asked sadly.

"Devil's hour my love, is when the sins of all sins are sinned." he said it so mischievously that she felt what sins he was speaking of. And felt a anxious shiver run through her.

Nodding silently, Kagome made her way back to her room, already wishing that it was tomorrow night.

TBC

Well that's it for chapter 4, what do you think of Sesshy? He was different yet the same, I dono. Things will get more hot and heavy with our favorite four girls, all of them will have an interesting story to tell after this week is up, next chapter will be the third day! And what a day it'll be Alright, watch out for this fic guys, and remember to leave a review, ja ne!

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