Damnation by browneyedgirl

Electric

Year:1890           

“In the year 1742, humans overthrew the demon rulers, overwhelming their armies and forcing them to submit. You’ve all probably noticed from your own demons that they wear a silver bracelet, this keeps their god like abilities at bay.” Miss.Smith explained, walking back and forth in front of a chalk board.

“But Miss. Smith why don’t they just take the bracelet off?” Miroku, a small ten year old boy asks. His purple eyes full of wonder.

“Because they are enchanted, I’m sure you know by now.” She sighs, knowing the boy wasn’t all that interested. 

I could hardly contain my excitement when the bell chimed and school came to an end. I gather the few books I have and race for the door. My long green school skirt swishing around my ankles while I straighten my white shirt almost positive my mother will be none too pleased for the wrinkles.

“AY KAGOME! Where are you in a hurry too?” Yells a small boy my age, his eyes a light brown, almost making them appear golden. His hair is a dark brown and I look over my shoulder to see he’s right behind me.

“Oh InuYasha you know what today is!” I exclaim, rolling my eyes, still speed walking out of the small school house. My whole class was only fifteen children, not everyone got an education, only those blessed by the Gods with fortune, which I thank them for everyday.

“Oh yeah, it’s little miss.rich-girls tenth birthday.”He snorts and I scowl at him.

“Oh? I wouldn’t exactly say you’re poor Yasha. Anyways, you know what I’m doing as soon as I get home.” By this time, Miroku and Koga had joined us, walking along the dirt road that lead us to our respective home.

“Kagome, everyone knows your father owns the largest and most prestigious plantation around, don’t even try to play innocent.” Remarks Miroku and I sigh, here we go again.

“I can’t help that my father did well, I also am not stuck up, like most girls who come from money. You guys are ruining my mood!” I whine, looking to the heavens for help, they send no sign of deliverance, much to my displeasure.

“We know Kags, you aren’t a thing like your older sister Kikyo! Want to talk about a Trollope.” Koga chimes and I smack him on the back of the head.

“Don’t you dare speak of her that way! That is way out of line, she may be mean but she is no harlot!” I growl, thanking the Gods that I’m almost home.

“Yeah, ya big dummie! Her older sister is mean but she beautiful and smart and…-“ InuYasha is cut off by Mioku and Koga laughing, I try to walk faster to try and escape them but they pick up the pace as if nothing happened.

“OOOOO someones got a crush! Kikyo and Yasha sittin’ in a tree!” Hollers Miroku, causing a very red faced Inuyasha to punch him in the shoulder.

“I…I am not! She’s like a sister!” He defends, looking at the ground, kicking a few rocks on the dirt road.

“Well there’s my house! I’ll see you guys Monday!” I yell, running up the long driveway to the all white mansion.

 It has a classic wraparound porch, a few rocking chairs set out on it for my grandparents. The building is three stories and on the second story there are balconies outside of each window. I keep running until I hit the front door, meeting one of our house slaves.

“Hey Kaede!” I say, hugging the old demon who smiles down at me and returns my hug. She is a healing demon, who has on her regular dark dress with a small apron wrapped around her bulging gut. She’s been in our family for generations and we treat her just like family.

“Afternoon child, how was your school?” She asks, taking my books from me while opening the door. I walked into the large lobby, the whole house is basically an antique shop, priceless vases adorn every corner, soft rugs with intricate designs placed here and there. A large room for parties, a large kitchen for the staff. It was just like most rich people’s houses, no big deal.

“It was boring as always Kaede. The boys were acting foolish again, but I am quite excited to go out with father!” I say, excitement once again reanimating my face. She smiles down at me, patting my head.

“He has told me to have you change from your schooling clothes and he will meet you outback.”  I become even more giddy and run up the stairs to my room.

***

I decide on a soft yellow long sleeve dress, the weather is nice but getting a little chilly as the night comes. I decide to let my long hair down in loose ringlets that fall to my hips. I slip on a pair of nice white shoes and a white bonnet to keep the run from my eyes. I run outback, my father stands with a few of his associates, chatting about gods know what. He has on a brown suite, a white shirt under and a top hat hides his thick brown hair. A pipe adorns his mouth and I want to roll my eyes, mother will not be pleased to see him smoking. Never the less I throw myself into my father, looking up into his crystal blue eyes, almost identical from my own.

“Daddy!” I squeal in glee.

“Theres my little snow white!” He booms, his baritone voice vibrating through me. His hands come to my sides and he picks me up, spinning me around. He must have handed his pipe to a friend because I notice it’s no long in his mouth. I giggle as he slows to a stop. My dress puffing out a little and my bonnet flying back. He holds me to his side, much like a toddler.

“Prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen!” He boast, his friends smiling and agreeing.

Ever since I was younger, my mother and father always told me how special and beautiful I am. How I have eyes the color of the bluest sea, my skin white as snow and hair black as a ravens wings. My father often calls me snow white, after the fairy tale maiden that is the fairest in the land. But he dare not say it in front of my older sister; she is fourteen, who gets very jealous of my looks. She once threw a tantrum because of it, it was decided then that he shouldn’t call me that anymore; although he did.

“Are you ready to go my little princess?” He asks and I smile, nodding my head, wrapping my arms around his thick neck. He walks us to the coach like car, a new thing my father just had to have. I was very weary of these new moving vehicles, horses seem much safer to me, but I don’t usually express my opinion.

We got in, he put me on the seat next to him, and two of his associates come with us. I peer at the men, both have on black tailored suites, much the fashion these days among high society. I know both these men, one is Naraku, a business man my father often talks too. He has red eyes and long curly hair, not many men have long hair but he’s dead set on making a trend happen. He is always nice to me but I can feel the evil that radiates off him, its pure and black. He has a very large build, long board shoulders and physically fit like my father and the man next to him. The man next to him just so happen to be InuYashas father, Toga. He is a gem of a man, with the same light brown eyes and dark brown hair as Yasha, I see him often because me and Yasha play together a lot. Both men are extremely wealthy, Toga a little more than Naraku, but my father is top dog.

“How was school today?” Toga asks warmly, looking down to me.

“Boring like usual.” I smile as he shakes his head, my father and Naraku speaking about who knows what.

“Has InuYasha been nice to you?” He inquires and my grin widens.

“Oh yes of course, today while walking home he let it slip that he thinks Kikyo is beautiful!” I exclaim, falling into a fit of laughter thinking how red his face was.

“That boy is nothing but trouble. He’ll never understand what is in front of him, even if I say it.” He sighs and looks out the window. I sober up and tilt my head, watching the man. I don’t understand what he just said so I decide to look out my own window, until we arrive, butterflies cascading down my stomach once more.

**

We finally pull up to a largely populated area. It’s usually a barren field on the edge of town, but today it is bustling with travelers from all over and towns people, all here for the same thing: The Slave Trade.

I practically jump from the vehicle, my father grabbing my hand, I look up at him, a warm smile on his handsome face.

“Now , Now, princess. Don’t want you getting lost in this crowd, there must be some good pickin’s here today for all these people to have come. Do you have anything specific you’re lookin for? “ He asks and I shake my head.

“I’ll know as soon as I see it.” I say, pulling on his hand towards a line of male demons. We stop at the rope; I take in all of them. Some short, some tall, some tan, some white, some even have scales. A variety of eye and hair colors, I’m so awe struck by them I draw in a sharp breath.

“They are beautiful.” I whisper, much to my father’s displeasure, he grunts, looking hard at the men. I ignore him and move to the next line up. This one has some woman in it, nothing special yet.

This is my birthday present from my mother and father, my very own demon slave. When they told me I was ecstatic, I could hardly wait. But here I am, with all of them, not one catching my eye.

I keep looking, getting slightly disappointed as I go, maybe I was wrong. I thought once I seen one, I would know in my heart, this one is the one for me. Maybe that was foolish; they are living, intelligent beings after all. I turn around and see a glimpse of silver hair, I pull my father to a large group of people and what I see makes me gasp.

“He’s the one.” I say firmly, feeling an almost electric zap go through my small body as I meet the beast’s eyes before he looks down. He is nothing like I ever imagined, or even dreamed. His hair is silver going down to his waist, eyes liquid gold, a moon on his forehead, magenta stripes on his cheeks and eyelids. He only wears a pair of draw string pants so I see the markings on his hips and around his shackled wrist. He is the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, and I knew I must have him.

“Daddy, this one.” I say, looking my father in his eyes.

“Princess, are you-“ I cut him off.

“Daddy, I must have him.” I state firmly, he sighs, letting go of my hand and stepping over the rope. I go with him, he veers to the slave trader and I inch towards the massive demon.

He must be at least six feet and five inches, his body is incredibly toned and I see scars all over him. He looks about 21 in human years. I frown, circling the massive being; obviously these were from owners whips. Usually demons don’t scare because they heal fast; these had to have been extremely deep. I come back to the front of the demon, two feet from his towering frame. He has his head bent down and his eyes closed, poor beast has been broken, I think to myself.

“Hello.” I say, watching his cat like eyes open to catch my own. I felt that electric pang again, this time going straight to my soul.

“My name is Kagome, I’m gunna be..-

I was cut off when the man in charge walked over, pushing me back from the demon. My father grabbed my shoulder, holding me to him.

“You can’t have him little girl. This is a dangerous one, he is royalty, and he is much stronger than the others; even with the bracelets.” He says and my brows draw together.

“I want him. He won’t hurt me, I can feel it.” I say, looking to my father who has an apologetic look on his face.

“Why don’t we just pick another-“ I cut him off

“No, daddy. I don’t ever ask for anything and I always do what I’m told but I’m asking you for this one thing. Please daddy….please..”  Tears come to my eyes by the end of my words. His eyes turn hard, then soften and I hear him groan. He looks to the Gods as if asking for deliverance then looks too the trader.

“How much?” He asks, taking out a stack of money. I wipe my eyes, hugging my father and turn back to the now slack jawed man.

“You can’t be..”  he starts but my father puts up a hand.

“My princess wants him, now how much?”  The trader fumbles on his words, before giving a price. I stopped listening and walk to the demon once more.

“Hi again. My name is Kagome, as I said before. I’ll be your new master; you shall never know pain with me, sweet prince.” I say, stroking the back of my hand on his. I watch him eyes follow my movements, then they slowly wind up to meet mine. His soft pink lips part and I hold my breath waiting,

“Sesshomaru.”