AN: This is the first fanfiction that I have ever posted so please be honest and tell me what you think of it. I really don't care if your mean as long as your honest but please try to be nice. So enough of my blabbering, which your probably not even reading and on with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, but I do own the plot so no plagiarizing.

Summary: Kagome's a prisoner in her own home. She manages to escape through a door in her basement. There she finds herself in a world of emperors, slaves and demons. Through a series of events she meets the young prince InuYasha, whose in desperate need of a wife. Now along with getting home, Kagome has to over come more problems and hope she doesn't get killed along the way.

A Place Called Home

Chapter one: The Escape

A lone figure walked aimlessly through a highly decorated hall. Although there was no light from the outside penetrating into the hall, the lights were bright enough to give the impression that you were out side. In fact the hall had a certain feel that made it seem as though one were out side. The walls were painted in a forest green while the floors were tiled in a green color close to grass, and in certain parts of the floor there were portions of man-made grass. There were plants and small trees along the borders of the wall. Vines and trees were painted on the wall to make the impression as realistic as possible. There was an eerie green glow that could only have been a great imitation of the lighting in a forest. Scattered purposely along the wide forest like hall were hidden speakers giving of the sounds of a forest. If one were to sit and take in the sights and sounds of the hall, it would have actually seemed as though one were in a forest itself. But the lone figure had no intention of sitting down a relaxing in this calming area.

She simply needed a place where she could walk and think at the same time. The long hall way made a great place to take a long walk. And the forest like atmosphere cleared all of her unnecessary thoughts so that she could concentrate on only one, how to get out. Sure she liked this hall way, in fact it was specially made for her. But what she wanted most was to get out and visit the actual forest. Even though this wasn't some cheap imitation, (it had taken a load of money to get the realism of a forest) she longed for the real thing. A forest where she could run to her hearts content, jump into mud puddles, climb trees, swim in a lake and do all those other things she was forbidden to do. She wanted a place where she could get lost and forget the trouble of the real life. Some where, where no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find her. She didn't want money, fancy clothes, jewelry or all those other things they gave her. She wanted the one thing they denied her: freedom.

But no matter how hard she pleaded, how hard she cried, how hard she screamed, the would not let her go out. They wouldn't even let her out in the front yard. She was only allowed to go to school and come back. And even then she had to take the limo. She didn't even had the pleasure of leisurely taking her time to walk home, to stop and look at the roses, the flowers and trees that were scattered among the city. She could never do anything without some ones consent. Even in school where, one would think she had a little freedom, she always had someone to look after her and make sure she didn't do anything she wasn't suppose to do. She would always question her parents actions but they would only say it was for her own good.

So here she was in her sacred sanctuary trying to get the one thing her parents forbade her, freedom. She had checked the walls to see if there were any flaws. Any places that seemed to be less thick than the rest of the wall. But the walls were flawlessly made and there was no way she was going to get through the one foot thick plaster walls. She had tried all of the doors but only two opened. One lead to the bathroom and the other to her room. She had tried to find secret windows to climb out of but the walls were especially made to have no windows. She had tried the window in the bathroom but it was too small and the windows in her room were securely barred with no way to take out the safety rails with out a screw driver and strength, both of which she had none. And even if she could take out the bars she was five stories up and she wasn't about to jump out or climb down when the chances of falling were very high. She had wasted her energy and strength yelling at her parents and the stoic faces of the guards that protected her only means of escaping.

There was one room that was unprotected by the guards but unfortunately it was locked. At the moment that seemed to be her only chances of escaping. So now she was pacing the hall trying to think of multiple plans of opening the locked door. 'Maybe I could use one of my many credit cards to open it. It always worked for my cousins and in the movies so how hard could it be?' The girl ran back into her room. She searched for her wallet and found it near her desk. She opened it, withdrew a credit card and ran back to the mysterious door. When she reached the door she looked over the lock and her face fell. She would need more than a credit card to open the multiple, complicated looking locks on the door. She threw her card to the floor and screamed in frustration.

Taking a few breaths to relax herself she over looked the locks. There seemed to be only two ways to open the door, using a key or a screw driver. Both of which she thought she didn't have. 'Wait how do I know that there isn't a screw driver in this god forsaken place? There has to be one in the mess that is my room.' With renewed hope and vigor she reentered her room and began to search the place for a screw driver. An extremely hard task seeing as her room looked as though a tornado had been in there. It was hard to believe that someone lived there let alone a girl. Even though her parents denied her freedom they didn't pressure her to clean her room. And because she was more of a tomboy than anyone she had ever met, she fixed and broke apart nearly any appliance she laid her hands on. And sometimes she was more than reluctant to put them back so wires, glass and metal littered her room, remnants of what used to be household appliances. Along with the broken electronics, littered on the floor were the tools she used to help her in destroying the electronic appliances. One of those tools being a screw driver. Hopefully in her time of need she would find the thing that would grant her the thing she long for most, freedom. So when she saw the handle of the thing that could only have belonged to her screw driver she had to suppress her cry of enjoyment. If anyone heard her, they might get suspicious.

Scrambling to get up, she quickly ran to the screw driver, picked it up and dashed out into the hall. She stopped in front the mysterious door, catching her breath. She looked over at the looks and found that she could use the screw driver to get out. She first worked on the door knob and the lock that accompanied it. In less than five minutes, with her quick hands and the help of her trusty screw driver, the knob and lock had fallen off. She then worked on the one above it. This one seemed to be complex, but non the less she attacked the lock and with all her knowledge of electronics and mechanic-know-how, she had the lock out in 10 minutes. Now for the third and final lock. This one looked more complicated and took her five minutes to think about how to dis-mound it. When she finally got it she wasted no time in carrying out her plan. She was nearly finished when she heard something that made her stop completely in her tracks. She nearly dropped the screw driver when she heard foot steps and voices coming form one of the guarded doors.

"How's Kagome?"

The girl heard her mother's voice from the door and cursed her luck. It was now or never. As one of the guards responded, ("She's ok, although she was pacing. We did hear her scream in frustration, though we heard nothing else") she immediately got back to work. She took out the second to last screw as the door knob turned. As soon as her parents opened the door Kagome was finished, and she dropped the last nail. When she saw her parents look of surprise she rammed into the door and it opened with no hesitation. She heard her parents yell but paid no heed.

Quick as a flash she ran down the black darkened hall way and nearly fell down the hidden darkened stairs. She looked towards the door and saw the guards running towards her. With no vacillation she ran down the stairs, the guards fallowing in tow. As soon as she reached the bottom floor the lights automatically turned on (many of the rooms had automated lighting systems). That's when she saw her escape. Across the room, on the wall was a rather old looking door, if it was locked she could probably kick it open. She made a dash for the door, and was nearly there when two strong arms grabbed each of her two arms. She struggled to get out and with a surge of energy she didn't know she possessed she brought her hands together and with a grunt the two men collided with each other and were knocked out. She jumped over them and made her way to the door. She approached it cautiously and was going to open the door when it suddenly flung open.

She was greeted with a blinding white light, more pure than the sun its self. When she got accustomed to it she saw a beautiful amazing sight, and it seemed to be calling to her. Ignoring her parents heeds and yells, the girl walked through the door into the meadow as though in a trance. But as soon as she made her way through the threshold, the door closed shut and snapped her out of her reverie. She turned around expecting to see a door but she saw none. She could hear her parents yelling and screaming and even heard them banging on a door but she could see no evidence of the door she had come through. Thoroughly perplexed and aextremely confused she tried to find the door, panic seeping into her like poison. She ran every which she could but could not find the door or anything that seemed to be from her home. Soon her parents voices and the bangs died down and she was alone in the vastness and quietness of the field.

End (of this chapter)

AN: This is the end of my first chapter please hit that little purple-blueish button and tell me what you think. I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistake, I try to make sure there aren't any, sorry if I missed any. Til next time. Chapter 2: The Kidnap. Hmm, wonder whose kidnaped.