Kagome walked miserably through the aisles of cages. Some of the demons looked forlorn and broken, some looked eager, and some looked pissed. She couldn't make eye contact with any of them.
Growing up with just her mother, she had never had enough money. Thankfully, that meant that owning slaves hadn't ever been a financial option. Now that her mother was remarrying a rich, slimy creep, it was evidently not only an option, but a necessity. Turning a corner, Kagome saw her new step-father appraising a snake demon, and immediately ducked into an empty hallway to avoid his attention. She hated Naraku. She didn't know what her mother saw in him, but it probably had something to do with the jewels practically dripping off of him. Suddenly, she heard his footsteps approaching and panicked. She pulled at a door near her, but it wouldn't budge. Feeling the bile rising in her throat at the thought of Naraku putting his awful hand on her shoulder and explaining once again that a proper rich lady simply had to have slaves do her bidding, especially when her step father managed a slave trade, Kagome quickly used a burst of miko energy to force the lock. It gave, and she flung the door open, slamming it shut behind her and breathing a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a hand reached past her in the dark and before she knew what was happening, she was pushed against the door by a tall and very muscular male form.
"Who are you?" a voice hissed by her ear.
"I... I'm Kagome."
"What are you doing here?"
"Hiding. I guess."
"How did you get in?"
In answer, she summoned a small ball of energy to her hand. It glowed softly, casting a shadowy light onto both of their faces. She saw that the man in front of her was a hanyou. The light flickered out before she could discern any more, and as it did, the hanyou took a hasty step back. Kagome reached forward into the darkness, but couldn't feel anything.
"So you're a miko. Have you come to kill me?" His voice came softly from deeper in the darkness.
"Why would I do that?"
"I can smell him on you. You're with Naraku, aren't you?"
Kagome poured more energy into her hands so that there was a sudden explosion of light. She saw the hanyou flinch away from it, but the room was small and he had nowhere to go.
"Look at me!" she demanded. Reluctantly, he did. She tried to express as much rage, pain, and contempt as she could with her eyes as she said, "I am not with Naraku. I am against him." The light flickered out again, leaving the room feeling darker than before.
"Is he trying to kill you?" she asked.
"He's not trying to. He will. Tomorrow. That's why I'm in this cell instead of a cage out there."
"Then I will save you," she said decidedly.
She heard him scoff. "How do you plan to do that?"
"You're a slave, right?"
"I was. And I still would be if I weren't sentenced to death."
"Why does he want you dead?"
"Most of it is a personal vendetta. But if you ask him, he'll say it's because I've attacked everyone who's ever owned me."
"And have you?"
"Would you want to be owned by someone?"
Kagome shook her head then realized he couldn't see. "No," she said.
"Well, that's fine then," Kagome said matter-of-factly. "I'll bond you to me."
There was a silence. She heard the hanyou step forward. "Why would you do that? After I just told you about my past..."
"I don't care. I would react the same way if I were in your position. And no one should die here; I would take you based on that alone. The fact that Naraku hates you is just icing on the cake. Come here." She heard, then felt him come hesitantly closer until he was standing right in front of her. She eased the beads Naraku had given to her out of her pocket and felt for the top of his head. At first all she could feel was his soft, triangular ears. She wanted to explore them more, but decided to wait for another time. Instead, she slipped the containment necklace over his head and whispered the first subduing command she could think of.
"Sit!" Inuyasha crashed to the floor. She smiled and reached down to help him up, feeling his strong arms.
"There. Now you're with me, and Naraku can't say otherwise." He didn't respond, so she groped for the door again and pushed it open. The bright glare of the light outside was painful, but she pulled him out anyway. He needed someone to pull him into the light.
A/N: So I'm accidentally writing multiple stories at one time now. The one with the most reviews next time I'm in the mood to write will get another chapter published, so if you want this one, then you'd better say so. :)