Story: Kintsukuroi

Summary: Sequel to Want To Be Your Slave. Yaoi, slavery, BDSM, possible mpreg, Master/slave.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and make no money from the writing of this fic.

Warnings: This story will contain yaoi, lemons, slavery, D/s, BDSM, possible mpreg, S & M, violence, possible bestiality. If any of these offend you, please leave. Each chapter will contain appropriate warnings.

Prologue

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Kintsukuroi (v.) – "to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver laquer, understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

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"Be careful, Inuyasha," a young male voice taunted. "The next thing to be sliced off will be your goddam neck."

Inuyasha grinned. In the winter morning sunlight, there was flash of fangs and katana. Inuyasha flipped over and landed on his feet, skidding over to a safe distance. His opponent wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and came away with blood.

"In your fucking dreams," Inuyasha taunted back, getting to his feet and falling back into stance.

The other boy readied his sword and leaned in to attack. Inuyasha allowed him to get close enough to brush the kissaki against his red haori and then rolled out of the path of the blade, striking the back of the other boy's head with the handle of his sword.

But that left his torso unprotected and a slash across his abdomen and a kick to the chest sent him tumbling back to the ground.

His opponent growled, pissed about taking a solid hit to the head. He pressed his advantage and struck the fallen hanyou from above. Inuyasha blocked the attack with his sword, arms struggling to hold the entire body weight of the other boy. Instead of pushing him off, Inuyasha allowed his opponent's weight to bear down and suddenly moved out of the way, swiping the other's legs out from under him.

The boy fell flat on his face, and when he turned, Inuyasha was standing over him with his sword pointed at his throat and a shit eating grin on his face.

"Loser," Inuyasha jeered, lifting the defeated boy's chin up with the tip of his sword. A small drop of blood oozed out where the kissaki broke skin. Inuyasha's opponent glared up at him resentfully but remained still, mindful of the blade at his throat. His free hand clenched the dust on the ground in frustration. Inuyasha smirked down at him, holding his place pressing upwards with the sword just enough to force the other boy to stretch his neck and expose his throat even more. Even with the sun in his eyes, the boy saw Inuyasha's glinting eyes, and he swallowed nervously.

"Inuyasha."

Inuyasha froze.

Before his smirk had even had time to slide into a happy grin, Inuyasha had turned and dropped to his knees, hands coming before him to bow low in the direction of that familiar voice. At some point, he'd allowed his sword to fall out of his hands, but he hadn't noticed when that happened.

Sesshoumaru stepped out from the shadow of some trees and allowed his youki to become noticeable. Inuyasha's opponent inhaled sharply as he felt the powerful energy nearby and turned towards the approaching crown prince. He had heard that Lord Sesshoumaru sometimes came to witness his pet's training but this was his first time being in the presence of the great Lord. He desperately hoped the demon Lord wouldn't decide to demonstrate on him. But the warrior prince wouldn't stoop to spar a low level youkai like him. Right? Heart hammering in his chest he kept his head bowed respectfully as the other demon approached.

"Sesshoumaru-sama!" Inuyasha greeted enthusiastically, raising his head to see Sesshoumaru standing before him. "Did Master see? I won!"

Sesshoumaru glanced at the other boy who seemed to be using all of his will power to not drop to his knees, if the tremble in his knees was any indication. The demon Lord could feel the two racing hearts before him; one in excitement, and the other in fear.

"A warrior must never abandon his weapon, even when the battle is won," the demon prince lectured, and Inuyasha's ears swiveled eagerly in tandem with that deep, melodious voice. "Pick up your sword and sheath it."

Inuyasha's face turned red and he scrambled to his feet, avoiding Sesshoumaru's eyes. Looking around hastily, he spotted his sword lying in the dust; he could feel his Master's gaze heavy on him. He picked it up sheathed it, coming back to his place to kneel at the Lord's feet.

"Your victory, such as it was, would not be possible without your weapon," Sesshoumaru rebuked. Before him, Inuyasha's ears drooped and fell back on his head. "Clean and oil your blade before you put it away. You will be in my chambers before I get back."

Without waiting for a response from the hanyou, he turned away, walking leisurely towards the palace.

He didn't see Inuyasha's crestfallen face when the hanyou looked up to watch his Master leave.

The first thing Inuyasha always did after training was have his meal. His bottom still stung from the phantom pain of the spanking his Master had given him the one day he had forgotten to eat after training.

The second thing Inuyasha did was take a thorough bath at the servants' bathroom which was always empty at this time as no other servants had training and they were already busy with their chores. He carefully scrubbed all the dirt, grime and sweat from his body, so that it was squeaky clean in case his Master desired to use it. He hissed slightly from the cold water, but since his body had had a chance to cool down while he had his meal, it didn't feel as icy as it would have had he immediately bathed after his training. After his bath, he went back to his room.

Inuyasha was the only slave in the palace to have his own separate room; Sesshoumaru didn't want anybody sleeping in close quarters with the hanyou. It was a small, tidy room. Inuyasha opened the single wooden closet in there, and took out his black leather collar. It had a ring in the centre for a leash for when his master wished to put one on him. Sesshoumaru had instructed him to take it off during training and bathing, and refastening it around his neck was the first thing Inuyasha did after he had had his bath; being without a collar was no longer as panic-inducing as it had been in the beginning but Inuyasha still felt nervous and anxious without it, and tried to spent as little time out of it as possible.

Next, he sat down cross-legged on the clean stone floor and carefully unsheathed his blade. Cleaning it didn't take long, but nevertheless, he still made sure there was no dirt stuck near the tsuba or in the hilt; if his Master deigned to inspect it and didn't find it satisfactory, there would be hell to pay, after already having fucked up once today.

Next to the window was a simple desk and chair. In one corner of the desk were piled a few thin books and a pen. Inuyasha no longer slept in his Master's chambers every night; he had outgrown his puppy basket, and the added duties of being the crown prince made sure that Sesshoumaru spent less and less time in his chambers, and the nights he was there, he did little more than sleep.

Inuyasha put his sword back on its stand and glanced regretfully at the books on his desk. His work from his lessons yesterday was incomplete and he would be scolded by his gentle old teacher, but there was nothing for it now. He shut the window and stepped out of his room and closed the door behind him. He didn't bother to lock it. No one would be stupid enough to steal from the prince's personal pet.

Sesshoumaru-sama probably would not be back for a little while; the rare occasions he had the chance to return to his chambers after attending court, he preferred to have a long bath in his personal hotsprings before returning to his chambers. Still, Inuyasha did not want to risk being late and disobeying the order he'd been given.

The late morning seemed especially bright and sunny to Inuyasha as he crossed the servant's quarters and headed over to the wing that housed the Sesshoumaru's chambers. That the prince took time out of his busy schedule to come to his pet's training made Inuyasha's insides grow warm and mushy. He had gotten much more skilled in his physical training than he had with his lessons. Except the blunder with dropping the sword today.

Inuyasha's step stuttered; he felt the embarrassment physically. To be caught in such a gaffe just when his Master came to watch – it wasn't fair, Inuyasha thought. Wasn't he always on his guard while sparring? Didn't he beat a full youkai today? He wasn't in the habit of randomly dropping his sword, he really wasn't. But Lord Sesshoumaru's presence made him forget everything he had learned in his years at the palace. All his brain and body seemed to make him do was drop to his knees.

Guards let him pass into and through the demon Lord's wing without question; Inuyasha had been in the prince's service longer than a lot of them. Inuyasha came to a stop in front of Sesshoumaru's chambers. The final set of burly guards at the great iron double doors stepped forward and with an effort, pushed the giant set of doors open. Inuyasha thanked them and stepped in; the guards pulled the doors closed behind him.

Inuyasha felt his anxiety and worry melt away; the chambers were pleasantly warm and Sesshoumaru's scent was all around him. Slaves were charged with the sole duty of keeping these chambers at a pleasant temperature day and night, regardless of the weather outside. Moderate sized fires were burning in the two fire places in the huge chambers. They were artfully placed so that only one fire would be visible from any given point in the chambers and both could be hidden from view if Sesshoumaru so desired. The large open windows were thrown open to let in light and fresh air. Inuyasha walked over to them and leaned over the ledge on which he had once stood in lashing rain as Sesshoumaru had held him in place and kept him from falling.

Taking a deep breath of the lingering scent of Sesshoumaru and not bothering to hide the grin that broke out on his face, Inuyasha bounded over to his Master's favourite armchair. He knelt on the rug that was softer than his bed, sat back on his heels, and waited for Sesshoumaru.

Crown prince - A crown prince is the king's son who has been officially chosen to be succeed the king. When a king has more than one sons, the one chosen as the crown prince is the king's designated successor and is taught the duties and responsibilities of kingship. The crown prince's training and education are traditionally more rigorous than those of the other princes. The crown prince may not necessarily be the king's eldest son.

Japanese word meanings:

Kintsukuroi (v.) – "to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver laquer, understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken

Kissaki – the tip of a sword

Tsuba – the sword guard, placed between the sword hilt and the blade of the sword

Hanyou – half- demon

Youkai – demon

Youki – demonic energy, demonic aura

A/N: Here is my Christmas present to all of you ^.^ The sequel to Want To Be Your Slave. It's short but more is coming soon. As of now, I have planned for it to be a long story like Want To Be Your Slave, but it will depend to some extent on the response of readers and if anyone is still interested in a story in this universe. As always, all feedback – positive or negative is welcome. Feel free to use your capslock if you want.

Yes, the warnings say "possible mpreg," but I haven't decided on this 100%. If I do include this, the dynamics between them won't change very much. Would you all like to see mpreg in this story?

I know I have been MIA for a long time, with this as well as Red, but in the meantime, I've had the good fortune of reading some brilliantly written fanfics in another fandom. I hope this has improved my writing; feedback on this is very welcome. I have recently started learning the Japanese language from the ground up – script and all – so hopefully, I will be using Japanese terms correctly this time around. If you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them.

And most importantly, I hope all of you who enjoyed Want To Be Your Slave are still with me reading this. Wish you a very Merry Christmas! I'm not wishing you a Happy New Year here, because I hope to have the next chapter up by then. I hope you are all having a snugly winter.