Slave of Love

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha. It belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor the book “Enslaved” by V. Henley.

A/N: Thanks for your reviews, and if there’s something you don’t understand I will happily answer you. You can just e-mail me or review me. Oh by the way, Dianna, I did read “Dream Lover” I loved it. On with the chapter.

Chapter 2: “Plans”

While walking home, Kagome realized that she had forgotten her gloves in the center. Giving an exasperate sigh, she turned around and went back they way she came. As she was standing at the door of the saloon, deciding if she could bare the sight of “Dragon Face” again after being with her for the extended amount of two hours, the object of her hesitation appear in front of her.

“Lady Kagome. Anxious to continue your lessons, are you?”

“Mmm, not quite Miss Jurei. Actually I came to pick up the pair of gloves I forgot this afternoon.”

“I see. Well then, come on in.”

“Yes...right, uhh, just give me a moment” Kagome replied and added in a low voice so Miss Jurei wouldn’t hear, “I have to mentally prepare myself first...”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“What? I didn’t say a word, shall we enter already?” She quickly said as she entered the building.

Leading the way, miss Jurei took her to a different practice room. The moment they arrived, miss Jurei excuse herself for a minute. Now that Kagome was on her own, she could appreciate the beauty that surrounded her in its totality. Mirrors adorned all the walls so she could see her reflection from every corner. ‘How fascinating.’ She thought, as she took off her hat and wig in a bold impulse. She shook her head letting her long wavy hair free of its contraption. She knew her hair was beautiful and hated to hide it under a wig. Suddenly she felt like dancing. Contrary to what her cousin and uncle thought, she already knew how to dance.

Every time she heard music her body would start swinging. Once, on vacation with her father she had seen a gypsy camp, while they were dancing around the fire, and those fast and exotic movements had remained, like fire printed, inside her young impressible mind. However she didn’t know the complicated dancing steps that consisted an absolute obligation for any young lady of her status to learn. But all and all, right now, with the sunlight flooding from the windows so that little rainbows were formed on the mirrored walls, the room felt warm and cozy. Her body had that strange tingling sensation so she removed her shoes putting them next to the wig and hat, before starting to spin around. The undulating skirt of her dress showed her well shaped legs and her hair fell over her shoulders in a wild slovenliness.

Miss Jurei was about to enter the study when she stopped rigid at the door’s frame. She stared at Kagome during a minute; then she posed her corseted figure on the piano’s stool and began to play.

Kagome felt the music more than hear it, accompanying the melody with her movements going faster and faster. She experienced the rhythm in her blood while swinging with sensuality, enjoying it deeply, feeling her heart bits on her throat. With a crescendo she fell to her knees and swept the floor with her glorious hair. She then opened her eyes and laughed in the “Dragon’s” face.

“You are a free spirit that has been caged for too long. Your body has a fluidity that I had not seen in many years.” The Dragon said slowly.

“If I wasn’t wearing this restrictive corset, I would really dance!” Exclaimed Kagome breathless.

Miss Jurei kept silence for a while and answered:

“Why don’t we both take our corsets off? Mine it’s killing me! You can use that dressing room.”

As much as she was surprised Kagome didn’t delay in satisfy the request. When she entered the dressing room her eyes almost bulged from their orbits. There were dozens of costumes hanging in the hall stands, of every color and material that human mind was capable of imagine, some had spangles, other feathers. She reached out a hand to touch the irresistible creations, thinking that they would be wonderful for a mask ball or some play.

‘Mmm, maybe she isn’t the big blowzy woman I thought’

She removed her corset and put the dress back on. She had always wanted to make a costume for her own; perhaps miss Jurei could help her.

It was now Kagome’s turn to freeze at the door’s frame. The “Dragon”, no longer looked like a “Dragon”. She had removed the steel grey wig and let her shoulder length black curls to the sight; now without the corset, one could tell that she had voluminous breasts. Actually she didn’t look old anymore. ‘Well she certainly isn’t young either. She was of an indefinitely age’-she decided.

“Miss Jurei....”

“Please, call me Yura.”

Kagome blinked. Even her voice had changed; it was now a provocative and hoarse tone.

“In fact all my intimate friends call me Yura.”

“Yura. It’s a beautiful name. I hope you don’t mind me saying this... But I’m fascinated by the costumes in the dressing room!”

“Try one.” Yura encourage her.

“Really? Thank you. I will try all of them, if it is possible, though I’ve been thinking in creating one myself. Would you help me creating one?”

“It will be my pleasure. Which one would you like?”

“Diana, the huntress goddess.”

“Of course! And what a perfect Diana you would make!”

“I imagine a white tunic with one shoulder bare.”

“A short one of course.” Yura added, “To show your beautiful long legs.”

“Also a silver bow and quiver with an arrow” Kagome said in excitement.

“And long silver strap sandals, to cross around your calves, with your glorious raven hair cascading naturally down your back.”

“And silver amulets on my arms” Kagome said, transfixed by the image that they were creating.

Yura, with her head to the side to contemplate the beautiful girl that looked radiant because of enthusiasm, said thoughtfully,

“The new Pantheon on Oxford Street, will inaugurate with a masquerade. Would you like to go?”

“I would love to, but it’s impossible. Kikyo would judge it as to “mundane” for a single lady.”

“Mmm....” Yura murmured.

“But I still want the costume”, insisted Kagome.

“Well then, I will quickly teach you all the dance steps for you to practice at home, so that tomorrow when you come we’ll be able to spend the afternoon in the creation of Diana the huntress.”

“But what about Kikyo?”

“Right, I had forgotten about her.” Yura said, while she thought of a solution. “You will tell her that I said that you need to take classes on your own because you are far more slow to learn than her...

“Hey! I’m not a slow learner!” Kagome interrupted her.

“I know that, Kagome, but we must tell her something so-”

“Yeah, that she is a stuck up bitch and that she is not my superior...in nothing.” she interrupted again.

Yura sighed, “Calm down. If you tell her that, she wont make any questions. I shall expect her at eight o’clock in the morning. You can come at ten, and try not to be tardy.”

“All right, let us begin.”

*********

That night Naraku left to attend a “client”, even though everybody in the house knew that the kind of “client” he went to see wasn’t such. But as a lawyer he had to keep the façade.
Two hours later he descended the stairs that joined the brothel to the gambling house known as “The Pharaoh Tables”. He had fully enjoyed the services of that little doll he liked to call, Kanna.

A wealthy young man was descending at that same time so Naraku established conversation.

“Tonight there was a big disturbance in one of the rooms. It almost set me out of concentration.”

The young man gave him a quick satisfied smirk.

“Scandalous, wasn’t it?”

“She screamed as if she was being torture in the rack.”

The young nobleman shook his head in disagreement.

“She was being whipped”, he corrected.

Naraku eyed him with a speculative look. Even though he wasn’t a strong gambler, he was frequenting the high betting houses where he could find a young lord to suit his purpose.

Be indebt.

Seeing that both of them where going to “The Pharaoh Tables”, Naraku stretch a hand saying,

“Naraku Higurashi, attorney.”

“Koga Shinda, one step beyond the law”, the young man teased.

‘Shinda.’ Naraku thought ‘Where have I heard that name before? I think he is a pair of the kingdom’

As Naraku watched Koga play, his hopes started decreasing. ‘Surely a man who plays that amount of money so recklessly, would be in no economical problem. But my instinct is telling me it’s him, that this Koga is the one. He could enamor my niece. His easy charming smile, the way that wore his hair, long and without a wig or white powder, it all indicates that he is not a “fop”, like Kagome calls all men in this kingdom.’

Naraku gave him his presentation card, saying nonchalantly:

“I specialize in financial affairs. I am currently administering my niece, Lady Kagome Higurashi’s fortune, among others. Do not hesitate to knock on my door any time you like.”

With that said, Naraku turned around and left. ‘All right, the bait is settle, now we see if we have a hooked one or not.’ He thought climbing the steps of his house. ‘This is going to be amusing; prepare your self, Kagome, because you wont know what hit you.’


A/N: Ok, just for the record, I don’t hate Koga. Actually I like him, but I had to put some one and it turned out to be him. Another thing I’ll try to update faster but I’m new at this so please bare with me. R&R!! JA!