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By: Lollipop Death
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha. Do not fear my poor-ness, for it is completely normal. Now, on with the story.

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Sango crept into Sesshomaru’s quarters quietly. The room was darkly lit, and she could hear him growling softly. Being careful not to wake him, Sango crept next to his bed stand and set down a glass of wine. The soft crystal reflected what little light was in the room. A golden ring of light was shining from where the sweet liquid stopped half full, and was shimming even deeper into the cup’s depths.

Sango turned silently on her heel before hearing a faint growl. It sounded different, but not angry. Her lord and master was awake. She felt him grab the back of her dress and pull her to him with enduring force, feeling a sharp pain as he dug his razor sharp nails into her wrists.

She could hear the lust in his voice. “You smell nice.” He hissed seductively into her ear.

Sango cried out a little when she felt Sesshomaru’s fingers pierce her delicate flesh, “stop!”

In one quick movement, he rolled himself on top of her and locked her hands above her head, “I own you, girl,” he gently ground his body against hers’, “Don’t forget that.”

Sango’s eyes narrowed with anger, “you claim nothing but with the head of your cock! You know nothing of true love!”

Sesshomaru let his tongue slip over Sango’s soft throat while running his slender fingers gently over it. And, to her surprise, the youkai only cled,led, “perhaps.”

Sesshomaru’s hand then carefully made its’ way to her lips, “but don’t you ft tht that you believed every little word I said. You trust me, girl. Even when you know it is futile.”

And as he said this, his fingers lightly danced down her chest and stomach, and Sango felt her breath begin to quicken.

“You are like fire beneath my touch, Sango.” He began to pull up her skirts and allow his hand to dance between her sensitive inner thighs, “and as my property, you will allow me to have that which is mine.”

Sesshomaru had only tried vainly to make her completely his, but he was a youkai, full blooded, and the maiden knew that he was not the one for her. In fact, she wasn’t even attracted to him, as beautiful as he was. Sure, she saw that he was handsome, but his soul was wicked, and Sango was feeling the pressure of his seduction all over again.

“No!” Sango finally yelled, “Not now! Not ever!”

Sango slipped from under him and stumbled to the door. Her eyes were closed tightly and she shook her head in threatening panic as she ran out of the door and down the hallway.

She ran so fast and so frantically; so utterly terrified of what may have been following not far behind. But it was inevitable that he would catch up with her. Sesshomaru slammed into her harshly, so that she went plummeting into the cold, stone floor.

“How dare you defy me, bitch!” Sesshomaru said turning her over and passing his hand harshly over her face, causing a loud cracking noise to echo endlessly through the long corridor.

Sesshomaru’s teeth barred as anger trembled through his entire being, “I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget, damn bitch!”

“Forgive me!” She cried helplessly trying to shield her face with her pale, slender arms, “I didn’t mean to—“

Sesshomaru gripped her arm firmly, with so much pressure that she felt he would surely break it off.

“Ow,” She sobbed quietly, trying not to make any sudden sounds as the pain increased.

Sesshomaru chuckled as he let his fingernails pierce her flesh and slowly run down to her wrists. “I’m expecting guests, Sango. You’ll be serving the wine.”

Sango slowly opened her eyes and tears filled them, “but—“

“You’ll do it.” He demanded, “You got off easy this time, but don’t you expect it’ll happen again.”

“Yes lord.” She nodded, terrified; now, only choking up words.

Sesshomaru stood up and made his way down the stairs as Sango could only lay there and grip her throbbing arm in pain. The sun set in the western lands once again. The preparations for the dinner guests had begun.

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There were about fifty or so maids in Sesshomaru’s large kitchen preparing the best delicacy’s known on that side of the earth. There was a little of every meat you could think of, roast duck and pork, the kitchen smelled magnificent.

No one spoke, they only worked as fast as they could, but everyone was wondering the same thing. Who would these dinner guests be, and why were they so special that such an extravagant feast had to be prepared so quickly in their honor?

Sango rummaged through the wine seller down the great hall. All of the wine was the same, Sesshomaru only liked one kind, so Sango just grabbed a few bottles and left. It seemed that she was always in a hurry to get or go somewhere, and she always had to be on the run from any unexpected encounters with Sesshomaru. It seemed that any time she ever saw him, he was either hostile and violent, or dominate and lustful, and Sango didn’t like encounters with him either way.

And that’s when she heard the sirens go off. They went off frequently, just random people wanting to see the great youkai and even for an instant catch a glimpse of his beauty. When Sango still had friends, they would often tell her how lucky she was, but they didn’t know who he really was. No one knew the true Sesshomaru, as Sango did. However, the buzzing of the loud sirens awoke her from her trance and she fled towards the top of the stairs to see what was happenin
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Unlike all the other times, everyone began rushing around back and forth; utter chaos. That’s how Sango knew that this was it. It was the middle of October—this was when Sesshomaru would meet with other royals and a representative of their clergy to discuss his own land’s future. It was a very ser tim time, so everything had to be just right.

Sango watched as the large palace doors began to spread apart and open to the entire world this great fortress. She took a whiff of the pine trees and other scents that arose from the outside world; it had been so long since she had been outside.

A man entered, and Sango guessed he was the emperor; cloaked in a ruby red cloak and golden trimmings, fragments of sadness lined his face and enhanced the anger in his dark, gd eyd eyes. After him came an older man, like a dried up tree, he stooped over, frowning. Sango could tell he was very paranoid of the entire situation. His entire form reminded her of a jester; tired and neurotic.

There were two more men, they looked like guards: tall and robust, probably more than seven feet, they startled her a little. They wore the sign of the emperor across their chest and red was cloaked over their shoulders; heads held high, they made no sudden movements, and somehow stumbled upa pla place beside the emperor where lord Sesshomaru was greeting them.

Sango sat down at the top of the climbing stairs and looked at them with interest, but why weren’t the doors closing? Her attention moved to the doors and she stared at them for a long time; it seemed like an eternity she was only staring at those wide doors, wondering what was going on. She rubbed her hands together nervously as more maids and butlers rushed back and forth through the downstairs rooms, as if the guests of honor wouldn’t notice what a clutter the palace had been in. It didn’t matter; she was sure Sesshomaru would teach everyone a lesson later.

Sango dreaded it.

Even while anxiously watching the open doors, Sango’s mind had already tilted over to fear. She sighed and stood up; holding onto the bottles tightly, she turned to get ready for her master’s call. She would go down the back stairs; a convenient route to the kitchen that practically allowed her to go unnoticed.

And then a sound startled her. The doors slammed closed fast, almost causing her to lose her balance. She was glad she hadn’t dropped one of the bottles; Sesshomaru would have slaughtered her, so she pulled her arms even tighter as she found herself once again.

Sango turned once more to catch a glimpse of how it was going, and that’s when everything changed. Another man had come in; a monk. Sango’s breath caught as she eased over to the upper banisteveryverything slowed down tremendously, as she watched his simple movements, but just watching him breathe seemed like enough. Hre dre dark purple and black robes, and held a golden staff in his right hand-- which was wrapped tightly in prayer beads.

He had the face of a stern angel, and dark blue eyes lined in thick, black lashes. His ebony colored hair was parted carefully over his forehead and sleek brows. He had fleshy, pink lips that formed into a thin smile as he greeted Sesshomaru.

Sango thought surely she would faint at the sight of this beautiful creature. Who was he? From where had he come? How long would he be staying? And most importantly: what was his name? Her mind boggled with thousands of questions she was just hurting to ask him. And that’s when they turned into the banquet hall. Sango thought she would die; she had to look at him, she had to see his face once more.

Grasping the bottles of wine tightly, Sango turned and fled down the corridor to the stairs that led to the kitchen. She thought that if she could just catch one more glimpse of him, then that would be enough for her. Just one more chance to imprint the memory of that precious face into her mind, she thought that that would feed her fascination forever.

However, as she stood there at the foot of the stairs, she knew there was no way that just looking at him once more would be enough. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted to ask him so many things, and she wanted to watch the expressions of his face. Just to be with him; to touch him. Oh, to see him nearer!

He didn’t say anything; only sat there with his arms folded, listening to the conversation they were having. And then Sesshomaru spoke:

“I can smell you, Sango.” He didn’t even turn around, “Bring us some wine, precious. Our guests are parched from their journey.”

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t move; her legs turned into slow molasses, and dared not budge. Sango took a deep breath and began to walk forward. All of them watched her coming over, and when she noticed the monk staring at her, she felt heat begin to rise in her cheeks. It seemed like the longest walk of her life, that short distance, but finally, she had made it over to the large table. She tried to set down the bottles, but she felt herself trembling, and Sesshomaru had to help her.

“You’re shaking, precious. Are you ill?” Sesshomaru never called her precious, and he never showed any kind of concern.

Sango shook her head and smiled sweetly, “No. I’m quite alright; just a little nervous.” Her glance shifted down to the floor as self conscious lectures began to beat her down inside of her mind: ‘That was far too forward. Don’t slouch! You look like an idiot just standing there, do something!’ Those and thousands of things darted back and forth through her skull.

“Well, girl, aren’t you going to serve your guests?” The older one asked.

“Oh yes!” Sango said shakily, “I’m terribly sorry!”

Sesshomaru opened a bottle for her and took in its wonderful aroma with a smile, “This wine will be fantastic, I can assure you all. You’ll love it.”

And finally, the king broke into a sly, kind of perverted smile, “why don’t we let your maiden have a few drinks, too, Sesshomaru? This could turn out to be quite fun.”

“Who, Sango?” Sesshomaru almost smiled. “Good luck with that. Stupid wench does nothing for me; hasn’t since I found her.”

‘A stupid wench, am I?’ Sango’s thoughts almost exploded inside of her.

“You actually put up with that disrespect?” The king took a sip of his drink, “You’re too soft, Sesshomaru.”

Sango was outraged. They were actually talking about her as if she were property! A chair or a nice palace! She was an object, nothing more! But, she hid her anger and her hurt and served the older man some wine. Sango knew what was coming. She was about to approach her angel, an angel with a name she did not know. Her throat grew parched as she came close to him. He wed hed her in an interested and questioning way. She was thrilled by the way his eyes examined her. Gods, he was even more beautiful up close.

“What about you, Miroku?” The emperor asked as if they were good friends, “do you think that you could tame this wench?”

Miroku? Sango’s heart gushed. She could rewrite that name over a thousand times on her mind, she felt she couldn’t repeat it in her head enough. Miroku, Miroku. It was all over her. But then her mind snapped into full attention as she made her way against the wall, holding the bottle in case someone wanted some more. ‘Please’ she begged to him in the silence of her mind, ‘don’t prove me wrong. Show me that you are the perfect angel and the perfect gentlemen I know you are.’

Miroku’s interested eyes wandered over her body in examination. If it had of been anyone else, she would have been offended, but the way his eyes seemed to approve excited her.

He smiled as he looked over at them, “she is very beautiful.”

“Too bad about that vow of chastity, Miroku!” The emperor seemed to joke.

“Yes. Too bad.” Miroku smiled sarcastically.

What was happening? Sango couldn’t figure it out. The thought that Miroku was a monk who had made very important promises to the church never even entered her mind. However, she now found that he was not the perfect angel she thought he was any longer. He was a man, after all. For some reason she became disappointed and depressed very quickly. Everything was crumbling, even though she knew she would be disappointed either way. Maybe, just maybe, in the corners of her twisted mind she had thought that someway she may have been able to change him. It seemed like a terribly romantic idea to turn around his faith just for her; even the thought made her feel special. Although, as it turned out, he had already been changed by some other girl probably, who thought no better than to lie with him?

Sango swallowed hard, but her throat was terribly parched. She felt her throat grow tight as the tears welled up inside of her, and she couldn’t understand it. What had provoked these sudden feelings? She wasn’t sure.

“So, how about it, Miroku?” The emperor teased, “You’re still young after all. Why not?”

The emperor laughed and made it known to the entire table.

Miroku smiled, “it is tempting, but I couldn’t possibly—“

“Well, if you’re willing to give it a try,” Sesshomaru chimed in, “but I wouldn’t grow too attached.”

Before Miroku could answer him, Sango cleared her throat and decided to interrupt, “My lord, if I may.”

Sesshomaru smiled at her, “yes, Sango, what is it?”

“Am I not, also entitled to my opinion?” Sango said in an outraged way, but as politely as she possibly could.

“Honestly, Sango, I would like nothing better than to see that you are made happy, and this is your perfect opportunity.” Sesshomaru replied, “Do you have no interest in him at all, then?”

He was moc her her. She could tell he sensed her arousal from the moment she looked at Miroku, but she would say nothing of it. For a long time she stared into Miroku’s deep, blue eyes, an image of them locked in a passionate embrace envisioned inside of her mind.

Sango breathed in deeply and let out a sharp breath, “you know that I can hide nothing from you, my lord.”

She knew that there would be no sense at all in lying to him.

At that moment, she watched as Miroku’s face li, an, and he smiled. Sango almost fainted. She had never been happier in her life. She smiled back at him, and it seemed that they were smiling for a long while.

“This is very interesting.” The emperor said happily.

The old man could only wrinkle up his nose in disgust, “bah.”

But, once again, Sesshomaru had to go and spoil everything with his blunt words. He never probably noticed that he did these things, but he did them all the same. There was no real reason he felt the need to be so open. Perhaps he loved to shock people, and if that was the case, it always seemed to work.

“Good luck with that then.” Sesshomaru raised his cup, “but she’s all locked up, that one.”

“Locked up?” Miroku questioned.

Sesshomaru smiled, “At the elbows and the knees, stiff as a bow.”

The emperor couldn’t help but laugh; his whole body jiggling as he did so.

Sango thought for a second. Locked up? Surely she wasn’t that uptight! Surely Sesshomaru had mistaken her for someone else? Why was he twisting things around this way? Why was he trying to take any amount of happiness from her?

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More on the way, if you like. I didn’t figure many would like this so I’m not really planning on continuing it. But if you’d like more, please let me know! Thanks!