One Thousand Years Later

Author’s note: The name of this chapter is to be taken literally. Not in slang. By the way
this is a slow and short chapter, they will get longer as the plot becomes deeper.

Chapter one: The Hanyou Bitch.

Youko stood there, bored to near death. His thoughts centered around one thing, shutting
up the idiot before him. ‘Sleazy sales man. If he doesn’t shut his damn mouth I’m going to
stick a death tree so far up his ass he’ll think his lover got an enlargement.’ Youko
thought violently. Over a hundred years of being around Yuusuke had rubbed off on him.
Not even nine hundred years could erase all the slang and rude ideas his mind had
accumulated.

“Move on. Sir.” Youko said harshly. The word ‘sir’ had obviously been forced. The sales
man frowned. “Lord Youko. I am sorry, but all we have past this is below your level.”
“All slaves are below the level of a lord. The slaves here are to perform pleasure full
actions, correct?” The man nodded to answer Youko. “Then no matter the blood they are
all sluts for usage. I am not looking for a mate. Merely a pleasure slave.” The salesman
nodded once again. “Yes, my lord.” The greasy salesmen walked further into the old
warehouse. ‘How ironic, before the fall of Reikai this was most likely a car factory. Now
the salesmen sell women like cars. Only women are more useful.’ Youko observed his surroundings
closely. This area was less lit than the previous and the cages where women were held a
lot dirtier. Many of the women in the cages were injured and missing small limbs. From
humans to demons he looked at each face till he reached the last cage. The salesmen
sighed. “I hate to show you this my lord, the one being we are ashamed of.” Youko
managed to not sneer. ‘After all of the maimed creatures I’ve seen here this one must be
missing a head.’ He thought before looking at the cage. It was even darker in it than all of
the rest. The salesman flipped a switch and a light inside the cage came on. Youko raised
an eyebrow at what he saw. A young female with short red hair lay sleeping in the cage.
Her body was lean, scrawny at best. But she wasn’t unattractive. She had a lovely face.
Youko smirked. This was the type he could play with for a while. The girl was obviously a
strong willed one by the sheer and simple fact that she was still alive and not extremely
short for her state of body. The salesmen yelled and hit the bars of the cage with a pole.
“Get up bitch.” The Hanyou’s left eye opened and greeted the man with a glare. “Kisama.”
The salesman growled. “Sit up and show yourself to Lord Youko.” The girl sat up slowly.
Tiredly taking a kneeling position. “I will take her.” Youko said after looking over the
Hanyou again. The salesman looked at him with shock in his eyes. “But she’s a scrawny
Hanyou! You should get a human or better yet a demon! Not a half breed.” Youko glared
at him. “Do you want a sale or not?” The salesman paused for a second but then nodded.

An hour had passed since Kurama had negotiated a little less than fair price for the girl.
They were headed towards a bath house. The girl more than grudgingly at the end of her
leash. “Stop resisting.” Youko said in a calm voice. He knew she wouldn’t obey him but
figured he would get a little bit of cooperation from her if he insisted enough. “If you
continue to be so slow it’ll be sun set before you’re bathed and I won’t have time to get
you any clothes.” The Hanyou sneered. “Who needs clothes? All you’re going to do is tear
them off of me later in the night.” Youko smirked. “True, but I’m sure you’d like
something to wear in public.” The Hanyou slowed down a bit more as if to think. “Fine.”
She sped up to a fast walk. Youko sped up to a little more than her pace, keeping just in
front of her. “That’s better. Now if you’ll be this obedient all the time we’ll have a good
time.” The Hanyou growled at his comment. “I’m not a bad man.” Kurama stated. “That’s
why I haven’t beaten you for disobeying me.” The Hanyou kept walking and ignored
Kurama.

Kurama sighed lightly, he was more amused than he’d let on. “I suppose you don’t have a
name.” The Hanyou stopped so suddenly Kurama accidentally yanked on the leash. She
coughed and gave him a dirty look. “Why the hell would you want to know. To you I’m
only a toy.” “True as that may be, I’m not the type to call some one by their title alone.
Now do you have a name or do you not?” Kurama crossed his arms and waited for a
reply. The girl replied so quietly that not even Youko could hear her. “What was that?” “I
don’t have a name.” she said a little louder. Kurama raised an eyebrow. “You seem
ashamed about the fact, there’s no need to be. You were born as a slave from what the
fool told me.” She looked up at him. “I don’t even have a number, unlike the others born
into slavery. I’m the only one with no identification other than the word ‘Hanyou’ which is
what I am, not who I am.” Youko smiled. It seemed to him as though he had found a truly
odd one. A slave that thought of herself as a normal. “True. Then if you wish I’ll give you
a name. Unless you want to be called ‘girl.’” “Just call me whatever the hell you want, it’s
not like I have a choice.” she replied darkly. “All right then. I’ll call you Arashi since you
are such a storm.” He smirked at the wry smile on her face. “I’m tired of our slow pace.”
He said as he walked up to her. He grinned and threw her over his shoulders. He then ran
off at a speed that could easily be likened to the wildest of winds. After less than ten
minutes he slowed to a stop outside of a large building. A bath house out in the middle of
nowhere.

Youko walked in and stopped at a counter. At the counter was a young human girl
and a man that could only be a lightning demon by the static that sparked around him.
“Hello sir.” The man said as he eyed Youko and Arashi. “I suppose you’ll be wanting a
bath for two and something to scrub off the Hanyou.” Youko nodded at the man’s
question as Arashi resisted growling. She knew she was caked in dirt and other things
most creatures wouldn’t even want to think about, but she didn’t like it pointed out
anymore than she liked the fact Youko was still holding her over his shoulder as well as
groping her butt. “Very well.” The man said as he pulled out two wooden strips and
handed them to the girl. “Show the man and his Hanyou bitch to the medium bath down
the hall. You know who to give the chips to.” The young girl nodded as she took the chips
of wood. She started at a normal pace down the polished wooden hall ahead of her.
Youko followed with Arashi growling lightly. ‘Ass hole. I’m a female canine, even if I am
just half, I technically am a bitch so he doesn’t have to make it sound like an insult.’ She
though as they entered the bath room with the girl. ‘I wonder if everyone is just as evil as
the salesmen and that man back there.’ She thought. ‘I hope not.’

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Yes, Short, I know. But they will get longer! I swear.

Signing out,
Aoi.