Servant By: OtakuSailorV
With a gasp, the girl turned and ran down the hall, her feet hitting hard against the wooden floor as she went.
"Coming, M'Lord." Yuhi called as she reached the door. Calming herself, she brushed off her skirt before sliding the shouji door open.
"M'Lord?" She asked, bowing to the man inside.
"Fetch my cloak from the inner most room and bring it to me." He commanded, not even bothering to look at her as he stared out the opposite paper door.
"Yes, M'Lord." She said, bowing and pulling the door closed softly behind her before going to the inner most room of the castle.
When she was far enough away from the room that contained her Lord, she sighed and ruffled her own light brown hair, and letting her perfectly straight posture slide into something more comfortable.
"I wonder where he's going now?" She wondered aloud, swishing her bushy tail from side to side.
With another sigh, she picked up her pace, since the inner most room was a good distance from her current position, and she didn't want to make her Lord angry.
Her pace was a swift jog by the time she passed the next room that's door led into the hallway she was traveling through.
'The young Master's room.' She noted as she came upon it. Yuhi had never seen much of the young Lord, but knew from the chances that she had had of seeing him that he sent shivers down her spine. His eyes were so cold, so emotionless, as if he cared for no one and nothing. He was so much like her Lord in demeanor, that it scared her.
As she passed, she banished any fear of the boy that resided in the room, knowing that, being a youkai, he could sense her every emotion as acutely as she could smell his scent.
She stopped abruptly, and turned toward his voice. "Yes, M'Lord?"
"Bring me my scimitar." His gloomy voice ordered from inside of the room.
Yuhi looked back toward the room that contained her Lord anxiously.
"But, young master, I was already given the assignment of retrieving M'Lord's-"
"Yuhi, do as your told." Her young master snapped, though his voice sounded like it was sneering. Yuhi noticed that about her young master too. No matter how he put a statement, he always seemed to sneer, to smirk, to think he was better than you, even his empty eyes bespoke such a thought when he spoke to you.
Yuhi bowed. "Yes, young master." She said, and turned back toward the way she had been going.
Before the first step fell on the cold wooden floor, her young masters sneering, dull voice reached her ears, forcing her to stop all previously intended action.
"Y-yes, young master?" She asked, wondering what she had done, or what other work he would pile on her.
"Where are you going?"
"To get M'Lord's cloak. . ." Yuhi said a bit helplessly.
"But I ordered you to get my scimitar." The voice cooed, pointing out what had happened only moments before.
"Y-yes, young master, but your scimitar is on the other side of the castle, and I thought it easier to get M'Lord's cloak, and then get the young masters scimitar." She fumbled for words.
"Father can wait, just bring the weapon and then get his cloak. . ."
Yuhi was about to object with the fact that her Lord was not very patient and she was already wasting time, but kept her mouth shut, bowing toward the closed screen doors. "Yes, young master." She said again and turned about, heading to the other side of the building.
Yuhi stopped as she turned the bend. 'The young master will have to wait, M'Lord will be very angry if I take much longer.' She thought, and took the long way around to the place that her Lord kept his cloak.
She came to the darkened room that smelled horribly of miasma, the scent choking her senses as she stepped inside. 'Ugh! How horrible!' She thought, grabbing up the white baboon pelt as fast as she could.
Before another thought entered her mind, she was out the door and down the hall, trying to clear the disgusting smell of miasma from her mind.
Dusting off the white pelt, Yuhi held it as respectively as she could as she walked back to her Masters room.
She stopped at the door before addressing her Lord inside. "M'Lord?"
"Enter." He answered her unasked request.
Yuhi opened the shouji door, pushing it to one side and entered, pulling it back closed behind her.
"M'Lord." She said again, this time a statement as she presented him with his cloak.
He took it from her hands gently, standing and placing it on himself, covering his face with the pale blue face of the creature and stooped, so that Yuhi barely recognized the shrunken white creature before her.
"You were late bringing it." He informed her, no sign of emotion in his voice as he spoke, going to the shouji door that would lead him out to a porch-like wooden structure by a small garden.
"I'm sorry, M'Lord." She apologized, bowing to him. "I did not mean to take so long."
He made no reply, but opened the door and stepped out. His voice lingered through a crack in the door, still no sign of any emotion as he ordered her: "You may withdraw, I have no more use for you now." With that, he shut the door completely behind him, leaving Yuhi completely alone in the dark room.
Yuhi retreated out of the room, watching the shadow of his figure until it disappeared like mist.
Then, with a sigh, Yuhi went off to get her young master's weapon.
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The room that the weapons were held in was dusty, and everything looked unused, except for two items.
One was a scythe, with a chain and weight attached to the handle, and the other was her young master's own scimitar.
Among all the other weapons in the room, these two stood out the most, for they were bright and well taken care of. Glancing only once at the weighted weapon on the wall, she picked up the staff-like scimitar humbly and carried it out the door as fast as she could. 'The young master will be angry.' She felt her mind moan as she raced as fast as she could down the halls.
Her pace slowed as she started to round the corner nearest to her young master's room. Fixing her askew hair, and dusting off her earth-color kimono slightly, and headed toward the room kneeling before the shouji door.
"Young master?" She addressed him, holding the staff in her hands, awaiting his answer.
"Enter, Yuhi." He ordered, in that strange voice.
Yuhi opened the door, closing it behind her and kneeling on the mats, holding out the weapon to her young master.
"Master Hakudoushi, I bring the weapon you requested." She said, lowering her head as she lifted it up.
Yuhi raised her eyes curiously, wondering why her young master was not retrieving his weapon.
As her eyes fell on his small figure, she noticed that he was smirking at her evilly, his eyes full of malice.
Her heart raced for a brief moment before he spoke.
"You got his pelt first, didn't you? You disobeyed MY orders, and did what you wanted, didn't you?" He asked, half-laughing as her eyes widened in fear.
Yuhi lowered her eyes again in shame, searching for the right words, lowering the weapon as well and clutching it tightly.
"Yes, young master." She half-mumbled, fingers squeezing the shaft of the scimitar so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"What was that?" He asked, coming closer to her.
"Yes, Lord Hakudoushi. I went to retrieve the pelt of M'Lord, Naraku, before I retrieved your scimitar. I beg your forgiveness for disobeying your orders, young master!" Yuhi bowed low as she sat on her legs, her eyes squinted shut in fear.
'Oh, damn, why did I do it?!' She cursed herself.
"Fool. Get up." Hakudoushi ordered, picking up the scimitar from beside her.
Yuhi sat up, staring at him confusedly.
"Now leave, pitiful creature." He ordered, turning his back on her.
'What?!' Yuhi's anger rose, but she hid it skillfully. "M'Lord." She said, standing, bowing and leaving, shutting the shouji door behind her.
She walked down the hall, and around the corner again, then, making sure no one was around, she slammed her fist into the wall, anger boiling.
'How DARE he!!' She roared to herself, pulling her hand back from the wall, her knuckles bruised from the force of her own hit. She flinched at the pain that radiated in her hand, but her anger was still flaring. 'Oohhh!! I can't believe I let him talk to me that way!!'
Still fuming, Yuhi trudged to her room.
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She sighed as she entered her own small room in the castle.
Shutting her eyes in exasperation, she pulled the scarf that had covered her brown, scruffy hair. As she pulled it off two large, light brown ears that were a bit un-kept.
Sighing again, she took off the nasty mud-green skirt that she wore over the bottom of her yukata.
Finally, Yuhi sat down, tossing the skirt to one side. "Ugh, well, I may get some rest with both the young master and M'Lord out tonight. . ." She said to herself, situating her tail out from under her.
"Hmph, don't be so sure." A voice said from the doorway.
"What. . . ?" Yuhi asked, sitting up confusedly and seeing her Mistress.
"Ah, mistress, Kagura." She said, hurriedly getting up.
"Don't bother." Kagura said, not even looking at her, but glaring at the wall ahead. "I don't need your assistance with anything."
"Oh. . ." Yuhi said, sitting back down, feeling stupid.
There was a moment of silence, before Yuhi spoke up, tentatively, her voice barely a whisper.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Well, that I won't get any rest tonight. . ."
Kagura smirked, and finally turned her eyes toward her. "Because that fool, Naraku, is fighting against Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru both. There's no way he can survive against them."
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I know, not a very good ending, but I couldn't find any other place to leave off. . .
Anyway, yeah, I'm experimenting with Naraku/OC fics. ;; Me and a friend on another site are also writing one, but I decided to try one on my own to see if I could work with it or not. So, it's not going to be mary- sue-ish.
Well, I'll try to update soon. See ya around! Ja!