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Chapter 5
Awake


Never before had Inuyasha felt so much pain in his life. Pain maybe of physical attacks and
ripped flesh but never before had he felt this painful emptiness inside of him. The now seemingly
far off ache in his lower reigns was a constant and unwelcome reminder of what had happened
to him in Koga’s cave.

His pain riddled mined veered of its self-pity track when he noticed that instead of the hard dirt
of the forest he was laying on was a soft plush bed. The sent of the wind was replaced with a
faint smell of dried flowers. And walls, speckled with scarce pieces of beautiful artwork
surrounded him.

It was becoming an annoying habit of waking up in a different room every night, but Inuyasha
welcomed the silk bedding underneath his fingers with open arms. Were ever he was, he was
glad to be there.

A grumbling noise that registered in Inuyasha’s brain as his stomach brought his attention to the
bedside stool that held a silver tray. Slivers of meat and chunks of fruit were splayed on it in a
round pattern. And without even thinking of the fact that the food could be poisoned, reached
out and started eating his fill. Food never tasted so good, and Inuyasha knew that if anyone was
watching he would have looked like a starving man for the way he was shoveling food into his
mouth. His meal would have been perfect if he had a nice jug of water to wash down his meal
with, and no sooner then that thought left his head did a tiny squeak of hinges signal that his
door was being opened.

Inuyasha automatically tensed up, fearing the worst that it could be Hakkaku or Ginta coming
around for round two. But let his tense muscles relax when he saw a small girl that looked to be
the ages of about sixteen entered carrying a jug of water and a washcloth.

"I’m sorry to disturbed you my lord." The young thing said bowing after placing the jug on the
table "But I've been ordered to bring you some water and assist you in washing." she said
looking slightly nervous at the last part.

"There's no need I can wash myself." Inuyasha said after coughing once to clear his thought, it
was still painfully sore from all his screaming.

The girl seemed to be contemplating letting him clean himself but then shook her head and
forcefully said "No my lord. I've been instructed to help you, and I shall."

"And who's the one that’s instructed you?" Inuyasha asked getting impatient at the fact that he
still didn’t know who held him.

"I’m sorry but I’m not obliged to tell you," she muttered wetting the cloth in a basin and
proceeding to wash Inuyasha’s arm, then task fully moving onto the other.

"Please that is not necessary!" Inuyasha exclaimed as the girl moved the cloth down to his
chest, controlling the urge to scream at the girl. But something in his brain registering that she
was only a servant and was just doing as she was told.

She continued to ignore him and focused on her task of cleaning, trying not to look into
Inuyasha’s golden eyes. She was doing a good job of pretending not to watch him but the little
looks that Inuyasha caught showed the truth.

“So…” Inuyasha mumbled leaning back, deciding he might as well enjoy the washing for he
was sure it would be his only one in a long time “What’s your name?”

The girl stopped and paused to think about it, she decided on a name and looked shyly up at
the half demon, “Karshi.”

She was so shy about even saying her name, the light from the room shinned on her shoulder
length black hairs making her beautiful facial features stand out more. Inuyasha felt safe in her
presents despite the fact that she was touching him, and so soon after his rape. There was
something about her that made him feel safe, maybe the fact that she seemed to shy to even
raise her voice above a whisper, let alone try to hurt him in any way.

Inuyasha was contemplating, trying to figure out the best way to get Karshi to tell him who her
lord was. She acted extremely loyal to whoever it was, and didn’t think she would come out as
say who.

“Are you always the one that bathes the guests?” Inuyasha asked in his rude way, she blushed
prettily and lowered her head but never once stopped her persistent scrubbing.

“No, their is rarely anyone that visits the castle.” she mumbled.

So he was in a castle and who ever his host was they rarely have visitors, well that narrowed it
down from a billion to a couple million.

“And what’s your lord like?” He asked after a moment of silence hoping to catch her off guard.

“Lord… my lord isn’t around much, he’s usually out traveling. It was quite surprising to the staff
that he’s taken in a guest, even if you were injured.”

Injured… so who ever took him in knew about him rape. Inuyasha internally wondered if
Karshi knew, and if so was that the reason she was so nervous.

“Who was it that…treated me?’

“Oh don’t worry!” Karshi said smiling “My lord had one of his physicians look at you. Come to
think of it he didn’t let anyone else in the room when you were asleep”

It was amusing to think that Karshi would think I was worried about who treated me when
someone that was injured should be glad that anyone would treat them.

“So, do I know your lord?”

“My lord barley speaks of anyone, although I could ask his servant I’m sure she would know.”

“That won’t be necessary.” a new voice spoke with high authority. Karshi quickly picked up be
basin and cloth and moved to the door bowing low and quickly shuffling down the hall. There in
the doorway standing as tall and as arrogant as ever was Inuyasha’s bastard of a brother
Sesshomaru. (No offence fluffy lovers I love him to!)