Rude Awakening by Puppylove11105

Rude Trespasser

            Long ago Japan was divided into four regions. There was the North, South, East and West kingdoms. The North, East, and West were ruled by Youkai and the South was dominated only by humans. For centuries, Youkai and humans from every kingdom were constantly at war. The demons believed that if they seized the South, it would resolve political issues amongst them and will gain complete authority over Japan. Unfortunately, the humans disagree and are determined to keep their lands. The North was taken over by the malevolent Naraku. He had a powerful influence over his lands and it was now corrupted with lesser demons and the unknown. His plan was to take over Japan and possibly rule the world.  The demons ceased their fighting with the humans and decided to stop Naraku. All tried but failed. Naraku knew their weaknesses and their invasion soon became futile. During the destructive time of war, secret monks discovered ancient texts prophesizing that there will be peace upon the lands. An heir from one of the Great Youkai kingdoms and a human heir from another kingdom will one day unite and bring demons and humans together bringing peace to the lands. It’s been a thousand years since the great discovery and Naraku grows stronger. And now the other kingdoms struggle to keep their lands safe and protected from him.

            ~ ∪･ω･∪~

          “Are you sure their daughter contains the jewel?” Akio, the chief of the Eastern tribe, asked in a gruff tone. Genkei, the chief of the Southern tribe, shifted in his seat. He became anxious ever since he stepped foot in a room filled with youkai representatives. He nodded and quietly said, “Her highness witnessed it herself. She is indeed the human heir the monks prophesized about.” The demons murmured amid themselves. Somehow the news feels unsettling.

Genkei frowned. “What is the problem?”

Junpei, the ambassador of the western tribe, cleared his throat. “It seems that you have found the human and I may have an idea of who the youkai heir can be.”

“What do you me–”

“My king has one elder son who is fully youkai. He is probably the one.” Junpei stated, interrupting the Eastern diplomat. Genkei snorted boldly. “He is well over 500 years old. How can you be so sure it’s him?”

Junpei stood. His retainers scurried to him readying themselves for his next command. “The Eastern King didn’t bear any male children and the other son of my king is a half breed. I will notify his highness about the news. I presume that you two will do the same. If word gets out to Naraku, he will do all he can to stop the prophesy from happening.” With that the Western Chief made a hasty exit.

There was a long silence within the council room. “I hope you are correct about this.” Akio muttered.

Genkei glared at the tiger demon. “I hope so too.” He said sternly.

 Akio hissed. He stood and exited with his retainers at tow.

Osamu, Genkei’s retainer, sighed. “I thought we wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. It’s like the stick up their asses get higher and higher each time we meet.” He muttered to himself.

Genkei rose from his chair and trudged to the door. “Indeed.”

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Brown eyes narrowed at the fat boar. Kagome was currently perched on a large tree holding her bow and arrow. As the boar came near, she pulled on the string of her bow and quickly let go. The arrow shot forward and speared itself into the hard flesh of the animal. “Gotcha!” She expertly leaped from the branch and stalked toward the dying animal. It staggered towards her and fell to its side. Kagome used another one of her arrows and deftly poked the twitching animal. Good. It’s dead. Kagome tied the front two feet and the back two feet together. She admired her handiwork and began to tug on the boar, dragging it towards home.

“My Lady!” Kagome looked up to find Sango at the large gates of the castle, waving a hand in the air. She smiled and approached her happily dragging the dead animal along with her. “My Lady, Where have you been?” Sango turned to see something foul smelling with flies dancing around it. “And what is that?”     

“I’ve been hunting, and this –” Kagome pointed at the boar. “Is dinner.” Sango’s pretty face went up into an ugly scowl. “It smells disgusting. How any times do I have to tell you? A princess…”

“Never goes hunting, never challenge the other guards into swordfights, and rarely bullies her siblings. Am I correct?” Kagome smiled. Sango frowned. “I never said anything about bullying. Do you have something against them? Kikiyo or…”

“No! I have nothing against them, especially not my boring ass older sister, Princess Kikiyo.” Kagome replied imitating Genkei’s voice. Sango sighed and gave her an once-over. She was wearing brown leather binding around her breast and matching loin cloth that accentuate her legs. “Why are you dressed like a peasant?”   

“You were waiting at the gate for me this whole time?” Kagome asked changing the subject. Sango frowned and lead Kagome back into the castle. “His highness stated earlier that we would be visiting the Western Kingdom tomorrow morning.” They entered from the servants’ quarters and into the kitchen. Kagome handed the boar to the royal chef. “You know what to do.” She said. “Kagome, let’s go. We must get you ready.” Sango took her hand and lead her into the finely decorated hallway. “What? We’re leaving now? Why?”

Sango glanced back at the girl and kept walking. Kagome became nervous. “Sango!”

“It is said that your sister is to be married to the Western King’s son.” She answered quietly. Kagome snorted. “Who’s the lucky guy?” She asked sarcastically. Sango led her into her bedroom and quickly removed her clothing. Kagome squirmed and tried hiding her well-developed body with her dainty hands. Sango hastily pushed her into the bathing room and shoved her into the large steaming pool. “It’s prince Sesshomaru, the one who’s next in line to the throne.” She explained. Kagome nodded. She already knew about the other kingdom’s royal families and such. It was what she learned when she was tutored by her father’s private teachers. Sango undressed herself and carefully stepped into the luxurious pool. She grabbed a cloth and squeezed a mild scented bath gel onto it. Kagome held up her hand and pointed at a bottle of fruity scented bath gel. Sango shook her head. “We are dealing with dog demons here. Their noses are very sensitive.” She explained.

Kagome huffed. She took the bottled soap anyway and squeezed it into a new cloth. “I don’t care.” She handed it to her friend and turned around. “Now scrub my back, servant.”

Sango gave her back a droll stare and began cleaning the dirt away from her fair skin. Sango grunted as she roughly scrubbed down her back. Kagome gripped the edges of the pool in pain. ‘Sango, you’re hurting me.”

“You reek of dead carcasses, your excellence.” Sango murmured menacingly.

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“It’s been a thousand years and no progress at all. When are we able to strike, my lord?” Kagura asked as she slips back into her kimono.

Naraku sat in silence and took another sip of his saki. The last millennium seemed calm since he hadn’t been attacked by any of the other countries. Usually, the foreigners would invade his territory and once again they would’ve been defeated by his notorious army. He needed to confirm one thing, then, he could continue to go with his plans to conquer the other countries. Kagura moved closer to him placing her head on his shoulder. She took a clump of his dark wavy hair and began twirling her fingers around it.  He was still staring into space, drinking his saki every once in a while. Silence.

Kagura traced his fingers over the muscles of his abdomen. They traveled lower and beneath the silk sheets. Before she had reached her destination, Naraku caught her hand and squeezed it. “Tell me, Kagura, why did the Eastern king banish you from his kingdom?” He drawled. He wasn’t looking at her. He was still staring into space. Kagura was taken aback at the sudden question. She slowly smiled, her eyes revealing the cruelty in them. “I killed my husband. The former king of the East. Why’d you ask?”

He abruptly moved away from her standing up to his full height. He took his silk robe and put it on. He then walked over to a small table filled with elegant bottles and cups. Naraku took one of them and pour himself more saki. Kagura frowned. She was about to state her irritation before she was cut off by her master.

            “Do not mistake me for your deceased husband. If I suspect your betrayal, I will not hesitate to kill you.” His back was to her. He had to make sure that this woman was committed to him. She was part of his plan. He will not accept any flaws from anyone, especially from a woman who now sat stunned on his large bed. Her blood suddenly turned cold and she shivered in fear. Naraku sniffed the sex filled air and a faint smell of fear made itself known. He swiftly turned to glare at the whore. “Do you understand?” He stated firmly. Kagura scowled at the naked demon before him. He left his robe open. She could see his broad chest down to his obvious arousal. She felt a burning feeling at the pit of her stomach and liquid formed between her thighs.  She gulped and then nodded “Good. Come, pleasure me.” He walked over a large chair that was located in front of a large burning fireplace and sat upon it.

            Kagura sauntered to him. She was about to climb on his lap until he suddenly stopped her. “No, I want you to use that mouth of yours. On your knees.” He commanded. Kagura licked her red painted lips and sunk to her knees. She crawled in between his spread legs and grasps his hardness. She looked up to see him looking upon her, his face filled with boredom. She bent to lick up his shaft and to softly suck on the tip of his cock. She then began to swallow his dick, inch by inch. She groaned when she felt him twitch within her mouth. The woman between his legs was vigorously sucking his cock and Naraku narrowed his eyes, raking his lean fingers into her short black hair. “Slow down. I want to enjoy this.” He hissed.  Kagura wrapped her hand around his erection and squeezed his cock a bit. Her master grunted in approval. She groaned and rapidly licked the tip with her tongue. Naraku took a swig of his drink and lightly moaned. The woman began sucking again when suddenly there was a quiet knock on his bedroom door. “Enter.” He rasped. Kagura froze mid-suck and Naraku grabbed her hair and urge her to continue.  She hesitated and nearly choked when he shoved her mouth lower, forcing her to take more of him.

            A small demon entered the room. His eyes widened in shock and he immediately bowed when he witnessed the scene before him. “My-my lord. I am sorry to intrude.” He said. The half-demon grunted and exploded into Kagura’s mouth. Shit. He came too soon. Naraku became irritated. He glared at the stupid demon before him. “What?” He barked. He didn’t release Kagura’s head until she fully swallowed his seed.

            The small demon jumped and shivered, his head still down. “We have discovered…a plan leading to destroy our territory.” He explained. Naraku pulled the woman away from him and tossed her on the ground. Kagura groaned in pain and furiously glowered at the hanyou. Ignoring her, he stood and covered his nudity by tying his robe. “And?”

“They planned to use the Demon lord himself and a powerful miko.” He added. Naraku laughed haughtily. “A miko?! They have been extinct centuries even before I came into existence.” He said scornfully. The smaller demon shivered again. “I really d-don’t know what’s going on m-my lord.”

The last miko that ever existed died a mysterious death. No one ever bedded her and was considered to be the only child. How can this be possible? There is a possibility of reincarnation. Maybe. The idea of demons and humans working together entertained his mind. If Matsuo, his servant, is telling the truth, then it’s a possibility that he, Naraku, might be defeated. It amused him.

 “Get me Kumiko.” He wanted to learn more about the other kingdoms’ new conspiracy.

~∪･ω･∪~

            “My lord, it is time for you to wake.” A hushed whisper traveled into elfin ears. Sesshomaru grunted and slowly opened his eyes, revealing golden irises to the retainer kneeling next to his large bed. Blinking said eyes he sat up and stretched languidly.  The eyes of his servant followed him as he rose from his bed and gracefully run his lean fingers through his flawless mane.

            Everything about him seemed unreal from the silver lining of his long luscious hair to the lethal claws of his feet. Like the predator he is, he silently stalked towards the large window of his bed chamber. She watched as the muscles beneath his pale skin bunch up when he opened the large drapes of his window. The light from the sun illuminated the room and made the creature before her become ethereal. He absent-mindedly stroked his hand over his smooth abs and down his narrow waist, staring out the window and into the busy village just outside the great gates of the Tashio Palace. Although his hand didn’t reach anywhere below his navel, her eyes did. She gulped at the impressive size of his ‘morning wood’.

“Did this Sessomaru give you permission to look upon his person?”

The servant jumped at the sound of his voice. It was deep and hoarse. Because of his tiredness, it remained soft and calm. His usual voice is deep, clear and demanding…like thunder in a stormy night.

The woman bowed her head in shame, her face almost molding with the shiny marble of the floor. She pictured his aristocratic face, passive as it is, giving her a deadly look. She wouldn’t dare to look up at him. If she did, she would be drowning in her own pool of blood. She could hear faint footsteps as it disappeared into the conjoining bathhouse. She reluctantly stood shuffling after him. “Any news for me, human?” Sesshomaru growled lowly. The girl shivered and began removing her clothing joining her master into the large, but shallow, pool. She took hold of a sudsy sponge and began washing her highness. “All plans for today have been pushed into another time. The humans from the south are coming to visit today.”

The demon grunted. He almost forgot the absurd arrangement his father made. He still can’t picture himself marrying a human. And worse, a miko. Those things have been extinct for quite some time now. There’s no way they could have found a miko. He can’t wait to hear what excuse the king of the south have this time. He took the sponge from the girl. “Leave me.” He said calmly. The girl bow in respect and quickly disappeared. He finished bathing himself, wincing as the claw marks on his body faded. He was with a demoness last night. In fact, ever since he heard about the dreaded news, he was with one every night. His lust was driven by anger and rage, nearly killing all he bedded.

He admired his father. He wanted to be like him, maybe even more. He could never understand his father’s compassion towards humans and that irritated the future demon king. With a snarl, he abruptly stood and exited the pool. He entered his bedroom only to find a woman feasting on his breakfast platter. She quickly stopped eating, carefully shoving a piece of fruit into her mouth and eyeing his nudity. She gulped the food down and licked the juice from, what Sesshomaru noticed, her pink full lips. Her long dark hair fell about her shoulders and back in loose waves, framing her heart shaped face. Blue eyes perused his wet and very naked body. The demon lord bit back a groan and willed his oncoming erection to soften.

Her voice sounded like heaven itself as she finally spoke. “G-good morning, my lord.”

~∪･ω･∪~