First Inu fic, but I've been writing for the past four years, and I kick butt in my English class in every kind of writing style. Don't think this is going to be bad! This is Sess/OO, and I do mention Fluffy's mother, who is now a CANON character... That threw all of my character analysis out the window... I had to start from scratch, which I did. And I think the new one is better then the old one! Oh well. Now I give Under a New Moon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sesshoumaru, Rin, or any other part of the Inu Yasha world. I do own, however, Tomoyo and Rizu. Oh, and the songs aren't mine either.
Do you know what it means, to be free? I did, once. I thought it meant getting the family car to go out to the movies with my friends every Friday, having parts in plays and musicals, playing my flute everyday for an hour... That isn't freedom. Freedom is getting to see the sky, being able to stand upright, and, quite frankly, not having to sit in your own waste.
I don't know how I got here. I was in bed one minute, then I thought I heard my little brother, Rizu, cry out in his sleep again. When I woke up to try and comfort him, I found a cloth over my nose and mouth, and a drug took over my system. I felt the chain around my neck snap, and fury flooded my system. Whoever drugged me was stealing my mother's locket. That fury awoke something inside of me, but then the drugs took affect, and I was out of it. I woke up in a wooden crate, with thin cracks to allow air in, but nothing else.
A man came then, and I somehow knew it wasn't the man that drugged me. He spoke then, and I realized he wasn't much older than me, if that. His voice was still innocent and regretful as he said something in a language I couldn't understand.
"What are you doing with me?" My voice was hoarse and raspy from lack of water and the drugs. "What do you want from me?" He spoke again in that unfamiliar language, then I heard him cry out in pain. A rough voice spoke to him harshly in the same language, followed by another cry. I realized the owner of the rough voice was the one behind this, and probably the one who drugged me.
"Hey!" I yelled as loud as I could. "Let me out of here! You have no right to keep me in here!" My voice cracked and broke as I shouted, so I resorted to banging on the lid of the crate with my fists. I felt the boards shudder under my hits, and was slightly shocked. The crate was well made, and it made no sense for the boards to creak under my pathetic strength.
The cries stopped, and the voice switched into a bad accented version of English as started to talk to me, "Well, look who's finally awake. Now girly, there is no need to get upset. If you promise to be good, I'll let you out of the box."
I replied hesitantly, "What does being good imply?"
"Well, it means you'll be quiet and when a customer wishes to look at you, you'll be a good girl and remove the clothes we give you-."
"Screw you." I bit out automatically, then bit my lip. That was not the right thing to say apparently, since the man went back to his own language and started cursing, giving the crate I was in a savage kick.
He said angrily, "See how that box suits you the next few days. You won't be coming out for anything till you agree to my terms."
That was three weeks ago. I haven't left the crate yet. They threw some kind of cloth over the crate, making it impossible for me to see anything, even light. I'm in permanent darkness, with nothing but my mother's old songs to keep me company. I hear mummering voice sometimes, so I know I'm not alone, but they never try to talk to me. I don't know what's going to happen to me, but I know one thing...
I will die in this box, or I will die fighting them... But I don't think I'll live for much longer.
There's the Prologue. I'm working on my LOTR story for a little while, but I'll return to this whenever I get writer's block in the other (which, knowing me, will be often enough I'll have the first chapter for this done before I update the other).
