Yeah….Kill me. Sorry loves. I didn't quite mean for this to take so long. I really hope most of you are still on board for this story. Expect something sexy from somewhere soon. Don't mind the vague part of that, think only of the sexy. Not going to lie, I actually had to go back into my story several times for reference.

I'm pretty much about to give y'all all my number so you can scream obscenities to me and force me to write. Ha!

Everyone thank "Kisaandharu" for this chapter

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If rin goes up to sess lower thigh then Inuyasha is about to his shoulder. That should help.

SONG: Losing Your Memory by Ryan Star

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OOC Characters, M/M relationships, Foul language AU, Abuse…Etc.

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Shrouded in darkness, Kagewaki shakily supported himself on two lean arms, his body hunched in pain. He tensed momentarily before wracking coughs shook his frame. Blood splattered the opaque flooring, some wry drops speckling the beautiful sheets he laid in.

Deep chocolate eyes scrunched in pain, squinting down at the sick fluid. Angrily, he smeared the claret liquid, pale fingertips slick with the proof of his weakness. A long hiss escaped his tinted lips, further proof of his aggravation.

Kagura knelt nearby, holding another warm concoction between her fingers, readily awaiting a moment when she could administer it to the decrepit prince. The past days had been hard on him. Whatever disease that poisoned his body had attacked full force, though it diminished none of his menace. Despite this, her cold demeanor melted, eyes softening in pity, it looked painful.

Tormented eyes looked up once the fit was over. Anger flashed within them, churning as the brown sharpened into a wine red.

"Empathy, my dear? Do you pity my condition?" He surged forward, madly, his grace abandoning him in his reckless lunge. The cup hit the floor, landing with a resonant thud as the warm draught splashed across the wood. Shit.

Tense slender fingers curled around her neck, tightening painfully. She was pressed against the floor, Kagewaki's heaving body curving like a cruel dagger around her's, all sharp edges and lean muscle.

"Women are such simple, simple things." He spat. Kagura was tense, whatever feelings of clemency she had felt were instantly gone. He breath fluttered sporadically, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was scared, cowed into timid obedience by the insane sheen to his eyes.

"Let me sow this seed more fully. Do you pity me my weakness?" Where his voice had been sharp and grating before, it was now soft and predatory, smooth like a balm that washed over her instincts, putting the wind sorceress more on edge. Contradictory to his voice, his body radiated with dark, painful yokai. It fizzled the air around her, curling slowly across the ground, ominously, held in check if only to keep it from alerting other inhabitants of the castle

"Answer me!" He snapped. Kagura's heart jumped and she gave a slow nod, hoping to shift the painful clutch on her neck. A brief humorless laugh was forced from his lips.

"Perhaps you should. It is no secret to me the mutterings of society. I announced myself as the Prince of the southern lands but even I know how strange that must sound. This disease, this wretched disability, has rendered me for years a prostate, slight thing. I have been confined in disgusting flesh, held down by some cancerous infection that renders me mortal in comparison to my blood lineage. So much so that my own father hid his shame and the child that should inherit his lands, if that I should die from illness, no lands would mock the weakness of a child they knew not existed."

His grip tightened and Kagura's eyes watered involuntarily as she struggled to breath, her heart beat almost as wildly as the man above her, for she could feel it in her breast.

"Yes," he murmured, "Cry for me Princess," A razor sharp grin sliding across his face.

His hand pressed harder until she choked and her eyes burned until the tears sprang free, running down her face. At the sight of them, he alleviated the pressure some, feeling sadistically satisfied inside. Her fingers scrambled against his smooth arm.

"And yet, here I am." His lips drew near, pressing just against the shell of her elfin ears. "Driven to madness by love."

Kagura's eye brows shot up in confusion, her body stilling briefly to listen. The last word dripped from his lips. It was said so gently, she thought it impossible how viciously it raked through the air. Kagewaki's breath blew ragged and harsh against her and she shivered from the intimacy. 'Shitshitshit,' she repeated mentally.

The anger that had seized his body fled now, and he sagged against her, weak and dizzy from the spasmodic illness and the devastating anger he felt.

"I seek a way to reclaim what has been lost. The only key is that abhorrent beast and his master." He slid off, coughing a few times before eying the recovering woman testily.

"I do hope your heart positively aches for me," he said sarcastically, stained hand resting across his heart in mock pleading.

Kagura massaged her throat and glared at him coldly. Dangerous indeed.

"Fuck you," she rasped, wishing to melt him with her scathing looks.

Instead he grinned cruelly, "Don't give me an invitation, you do look rather fetching beneath me," his eyes, once again a tawny brown, twinkled with a dark humor and sparked with perverted desire. She felt powerless beneath his hard gaze, an emotion that sunk fear deep in the marrow or her bones. Feeling sick, she jerked to her feet.

"I hope you rot!" She screeched.

"Mmm," A non interested reply. "Do not forget, you may choose to cooperate and receive the benefits or you will cooperate and gain nothing."

Kagura turned smartly on her heel, leaving him to the inky blackness alone.

Left alone in the silence, Kagewaki chuckled. Inuyasha would be here any day now and then soon…Kikyo.

His mind turned to her, a smile ghosting his lips as he remembered her in all her resplendent beauty. Her purity had dragged him out of the stifling darkness and into the sunshine. She was the sole most pure being he had ever encountered, A true cure to the illnesses of his body and the deafening roar of yokai in his mind. For her, he would be anything. For him, she was everything. His savior-cum-obsession. His world.

"Kikyo" he mouthed. The word rolled off his lips as his eyes slid shut and he pictured her in his mind.

"My lord Kagewaki"

She smiled, no more a tweaking of her lips.

He loved how happiness had shone in those large mysterious eyes. Privately, darkly, he imagined those words rolling off her tongue intimately. Hotly as she lost herself to him, surrendering flesh and purity and beauty to him, dark and warped and twisted as he was.

Outside, Kagura raced through the hallways, putting much as much space as possible between her and the dark yokai underneath.

She had only just collapsed into the piles of silks on her bed when I knock sounded on her door.

Kagura jumped up, fingers flying to her neck as she stalked towards a mirror. Shit. Angry red marks pressed into her skin where Kagewaki's disgusting fingers had squeezed.

Grabbing a high collared robe, she pulled it on before walking to the door, smoothing her hair into perfect place. She slid the door open.

"May I help you?" she addressed the kneeling servant imperiously.

"Forgive my, my Lady. Your mother requires your immediate attendance in her chambers." Kagura nodded as he shuffled away but her mind was already whirling into a million possibilities. She spent little time with her mother, unless it was in some public showing or other.

The wind sorceress grabbed up her fan, sliding it away into an inner layer of her clothes. She then quickly rushed the air around her in a maddening tornado stopping only when satisfied that Kagiwaki's energy and scent had been brushed away.

With dread and unease, she left to face her mother.

"Princess Kagura," the queen greeted her entrance, sitting upon a large cushion, her personal servants littered around her.

Kagura bowed low before prostrating herself in front of the queen. Her eyelashes nearly dusted the floor.

"My Lady" she murmured, now sitting properly, looking just below her mothers eyes.

Seemingly pleased by her daughters submission, she motioned for her servants, who placed drinks in front of the two, upon trays.

"I bring you great news. Lord Sesshoumaru comes to accept marriage with your sister, Princess Abi." Her mother looked nothing short of pleased as she relayed this information.

It felt like she had been electrocuted, every part of her shocked still, her heart skipping a beat. She heard nothing as her mother rambled on, completely unaware to her daughter's inward tumult.

"No," she breathed, her chest felt heavy with pain.

Sunlight filtered through the tree's, splotchily painting the ground below in merry golden bands. It was beautiful out, bright and sunny, with the smallest of breezes to playfully chase the heat away.

Down below on the forest floor, Inuyasha hunkered down, butt straight up in the air. Chewing his lip, he regarded his prey with narrowed eyes. He stayed completely still, his breathing slow; ears pointed high, all concentration on the enemy: an unsuspecting rabbit. It was deliciously plump looking, nibbling innocently on some greenery, totally unaware that it was being stalked. An wicked grin lit up inuyashas face, his tongue slicking his bottom lip quickly.

3….2….1…

Inuyasha launched himself at the rabbit at the same time that something big, orange and warm did. His hand gripped scrabbling fur just as his head connected with something hard. Inuyasha yelped in pain and fell, pinning the poor creature beneath him. The rabbit freaked out, sporadically clawing its hands and hind feet as it was blanketed by the hanyou.

"Ouch!" a girlish voice yelled.

Forgetting the bunny in favor of rubbing his head, Inuyasha looked up in bewilderment at the human girl that sat across him, mirroring his motion. She clutched her head, her face screwed up in pain.

Inuyasha quickly pulled himself up, forgetting his catch. Both hanyou and human watched woefully as their prey scrambled away, dashing out of sight.

"Oh no" the girl moaned, staring in horror at the empty area. Then, realizing her situation she immediately jumped up, worry writing across her face.

"OhmygoshIamsosorry!" Words flew from her mouth so fast Inuyasha hardly had a second to decipher them before the girl continued.

"Does it hurt too bad? I didn't mean to do that! I am very sorry sir!" Inuyasha dazedly wondered if she had forgotten that her head had been smashed too.

The girl made to move closer but instead, tripped on her too long kosode, pitching into the hanyou. Yelping again from pure surprise Inuyasha caught the girl with his chest and fell backwards. Above him, the girl giggled, "Sorry!" She laughed again as Inuyasha expelled a breath grumpily before laughing along. Both of them giggled together over the sillyness of their predicament.

"W-woah!" innocent fawn eyes looked up at him in wonder. "Your ears are so pretty!"

Inuyasha's face inflamed and he let his bangs fall over his face.

Just before her tiny hands made contact with the downy appendages, Miroku's voice yelled urgently.

"Inuyasha! Inuyasha!" he came crashing through the vegetation, out of breath.

"Are you okay?" He yelled, locating the gaudy splash of red amongst all the green, so focused on the hanyou that it took him a few seconds to notice their company.

The girl however, quickly addressed him.

"Oh lord monk!"

Inuyasha, blushing, his longer legs spread wide as a girl sat in between them, leaning over the front of the hanyou's torso her hands about to grip his face.

Miroku made a strangled noise in the back of his mouth, his face twitching into a strange look.

"I-inuyasha…it believe you are much too old for a girl this age…"

The two scrambled to disentangle themselves, a shocked denial spilling from younger male's ips.

Inuyasha's face lit up, reddening to match a tomato as he shoved himself up and away from the girl, absolutly mortified at the monks assumption.

"I was trying to catch a rabbit when I tumbled into her" Inuyasha supplied mumbling, with the girl helpfully nodding in front of them. She peered at the hanyou expectantly, blinking huge brown eyes, Inuyasha shied away from the curious gaze.

"Whew!" Miroku huffed. "I am glad you are well. When you yelled…I suspected the worst," He patted the frightened hanyou awkwardly. Being murdered by an enraged, super powerful yokai prince wasn't on his to do list today. No sir.

Miroku held his hand out helping the girl to stand up.

"My name is Miroku" he tried to give his most winning smile.

"And I'm Inuyasha!" they hanyou exclaimed, blushing deeper.

"Rin" She smiled sweetly up at them.

"Miss Rin, might we aid you in finding your parents?" Miroku smiled. She was certainly cute. Wide innocent brown eyes glittered up at him on top of a cheeky smile and her brown messy hair was held up on one side by a pigtail. She was a little roughed up, he had to admit, with dirt smudging one side of her face and dusted along her old clothes. Though she barley hit inuyasha's belly, her personality definitely outshone the shy hanyou.

But her smile faltered and she glanced down. "This rin does not have parents" She scuffed her foot.

Ah. "Well what if we escort you to your village then?"

Rin's face was marred briefly by a tiny frown.

"Rin does not want to complain," She hesitated, "but the village sent me out here to find food. If—If Rin doesn't bring anything back she'll be given to the demon." Her brown eyes looked stricken. Inuyasha blanched.

Miroku stared in disbelief, what kind of people…?

Inuyasha turned to look up at Miroku, grabbing his robe and jerking it for attention, "M-Miroku! When Sesshoumaru-sama get's back he is sure to have something big! We could give that to Rin's village!" His golden eyes held a deep guilt, obviously beating himself up over losing the rabbit.

"Yes," the monk replied distractedly, one hand coming up to touch his lips as he thought.

"Would you really?" Rin was ecstatic and bounced upwards, "thank you so much! Rin is sure to please them this time!"

Miroku dragged a hand down his face. Seriously. Two abused kids in one week? Not that Inuyasha was a child he corrected himself, but he certainly didn't look very old.

"Rin," he smiled just as sweetly as she had, "Why don't you wait with us? We can take you back to your village tonight after we get everything figured out. What do you say?"

Rin smiled at him, "Yes Please lord Monk!"

Later as Rin weaved a crown for Inuyasha out of flowers, miroku privately wondered what exactly Sesshoumaru would do to him.

Far off, (though not so far as to leave Inuyasha undefended) Sesshoumaru felled a large boar, snapping it's neck to keep it from bleeding. Hefting it across one slender shoulder, he proceeded to head back towards where he left Inuyasha and the annoying Monk.

He felt the bond tingle slightly, like an itch just above his heart and his lips twitched down.

He didn't want to think about Inuyasha right now. His fit the night before had been weighing on his mind along with the kiss. That kiss. One that had stepped much farther than a simple reconstruction or testing of their bond. Something in his belly coiled sharply, twisting and warming itself. This damned magic!

Whatever had overtaken him must have been some residual something from the strange magic that twined itself into his soul. The wild fear he had experienced the night before was simply due to his obligations. If Inuyasha had died he would have failed, possibly never to gain his fathers title or approval again

So why couldn't he convince himself of that? The hanyou was a job. Nothing more.

You are extremely precious to me.

D-do you mean it?

Of course.

Closing his eye's, he sighed , resigned. Damn but if he hadn't meant that.

Of course, his brain instantly supplied fresh images of Inuyasha, shamelessly moaning into their kiss, the feeling of his hands dragging their mouths back together in a steamy clash.

Damn!

He shook his head, willing the colorful memory from his mind and the warmth from his lower belly.

Another came forward.

Inuyasha wrapped amongst the humans robes, having his hair petted and snuggled close.

Red hot jealousy swirled in his belly, eyes flashing dangerously. The sudden desire to strangle the man reigniting.

Inwardly he grappled with the strange emotions. If anything had proven to him that it was not strange sorcery that filled his body with these weak emotions it had been the hanyou's human night. He had, once again, lost control instantly, almost causing the child and rotten monk harm.

There was no way to convince himself otherwise. He was extremely vested in this reckless, troublesome creature. Whether it was their strange connection or the amount of time they were forced to spend together, Sesshoumaru was sure that he would find out just how deep these feelings ran soon. The prince licked his lips, shut down his thoughts and walked forward.

Inryoku cackled gleefully.

"Perfect. Everything was perfect! The brat will be on his toes for a long time after this."

"What will be your next move, my lord?" She spoke the last words tauntingly, inwardly laughing that she had caught such simple prey. Greed struck even the most well off, she supposed.

"The next month, as he suffers from the loss of his bond, I will kill the bastard hanyou. Despite his prowess, he is still young, and no match for myself. The Lady of the south abhors anything lower than herself I know she will not tolerate his kind. Sesshoumaru should often be busy meeting with her over some political trifle or other. He will not be guarded at all times."

Amaya laughed, a sound not unlike the scrape of steel.

"I believe I deserve some payment for the nights performance?" Her face stretching over fangs in some sick attempt at a smile.

"Of course," he murmured, "Of course." His eyes were half lidded as he regarded her. Honestly it disgusted him to be forced to work with something so far beneath him but he knew his revenge would be ever so sweet.

"Get her! The prince locked her up personally!" Someone screamed behind her.

Sango grunted as her body crunched into a tight roll, mechanically dispatching another bake-neko as she moved fluidly through the hall, ducking here and swiveling through bewildered servants. At least she was finally getting out of here though. The slayers breathing was harsh as she shoved through a thin wooden door, her shoulder smashed painfully into the side but she paid no mind, finally reaching the courtyard.

"Kilala!" Sango yelled, loosing a loud whistle as well. Sango prayed her partner heard form the woods. The neko would have been on high alert so even without the call the commotion should have been enough.

Sure enough, a loud, angry roar tore through the air as Kilala swooped in, using her size to smash into several demons. Sango visibly relaxed as Kilala bounded over to her and she grasped her partners fur tightly in her fists. Exhaustion hit her at the same time that a giant wet tongue did, the only acknowledgment that the nekomata allowed before she slashed at more demons.

Hefting herself up, sango swung gracefully over Kilala's back, throwing smoke bombs as they made off.

minuts later and they landed into darker, thick woods. Though the sun had been shining, little reached through the thick foliage and onto the ground of the old forest.

Sango dragged herself along, fighting the sore, weak feeling of her body, clutching tightly at her belly as it gurgled, sore and tight with need for food. Her face was set in fierce determination, hard as stone as she staggered through the moist dirt and thick foliage. One punch had caught on a fang and Sango had smashed the demon another few times just to vent frustration. The cut now stung and dripped and Sango wished she had slit the demon's throat.

'Concentrate. Concentrate,' Sango repeated in her mind

Her stomach released another long, miserable growl as she trudged forward.

Kilala glanced back, a worried look in the demons eyes and her tail twitched nervously. She could feel the weakness of her master and wished only for her rest. She waited patiently until Sango stood by her side. Licking apologetically at the wound on her mistresses hand, she nudged her head into sango, willing her to stay still.

As soon as they came to an understanding, Kilala padded away to retrieve what they searched for. Sniffing she finally located it, Sango's prized weapon, the Hiraikotsu. Gripping gently at the leather straps, kilala dragged it up to Sango.

The slayer ran her hands across the finely made bone, checking briefly for anything gone amiss while they were apart. Satisfied that nothing had tarnished her baby, she hefted it onto her back and limped towards Kilala. Straddling the huge cat, she gripped tightly as they leapt into the air, sailing high. Thick, furry paws paddled the air gracefully and sango had to admit that the cool wind felt good on her overly hot skin.

"God's," She muttered, "I missed you so much!" Her arms feebly wrapped across Kilala's thick neck, her fingers tangling in soft, knot-free fur.

"Kilala…take me to…Inu No Taisho." Kilala roared her agreement as they rose higher and higher.

She sighed contentedly, letting the tired, sore feelings of her body take the back-burner as sleep blanketed the pains into dull aches. Kilala rumbled a low, pleased purr, content to have her mistress back and unharmed.

Ps. Yes. I love Naraku. Feel the evil, fucked up sex bomb that he is.

SO MUCH PLOT AND SHIAT IN THIS OMG LOLOLOLOLOL.

So…my faithful, GUESS AWAY! Where is this story going!? IDK ;)

WTF KIKYO AND KAGEWAKI SAY WHAT? WHAT IS HE PLANNING!?

What will happen to little rin?

What is Kagura going to do?

How will our duo deal with the combined threats of Inryoku, Kagewaki and SEXUAL TENSION!?

Also will beginning to edit previous chapters…so don't start rereading yet!