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Trapped

Chapter 1

by moonsilver

on ward an' out!!

Not the first memory, but the most vivid of his first memories Inuyasha had was of his parents' deaths.

He had woken up on a Saturday morning, too young for school as he was only five years old, and looking forward to the cartoons on the television. Stirring from his room, he tiptoed out to the living room to watch them.

Someone had noticed him then and grabbed him by the collar of his pajamas. He had yelled and called for his parents.

They didn't come.

He bit the person when they tried to cover his mouth and ran into his parents' bedroom. Why hadn't they come to save him?

Inuyasha stood in the doorway his mouth falling open at the sight of the blood. The room was painted with it. The sheets were spattered with red and his parents were very obviously dead.

The same person who had grabbed him so roughly before shut the door gently after pulling him from the room.

He crouched down and looked at the young half demon. "Inuyasha," he said softly. "I'm going to look after you. It was your parent's wishes."

Inuyasha looked up at the man, tears rolling from his eyes. The man nodded. "Well go now." Inuyasha was led from the house never to return.

Kagome hummed to herself as she walked down the street. She wore a green shirt the same color as her old school uniform and jeans. Her black hair flowed down her back and a tendril drifted over her shoulder. She breathed a sigh of relief. School was over and college was soon to begin. She'd never have to wear that short skirt again!

She smiled and looked up at the mid-morning sun. She was enjoying her walk from the post office. She had just mailed back the acceptance forms and was walking home. Her family was so proud of her.

Grandfather had grumbled a bit about college, but since Kagome didn't show any aptitude for minding the shrine and Souta did, he was slowly coming around to her going away to college.

Souta was showing more promise than she ever did. Grandfather had been so disappointed that she wasn't like her ancestor Kikyo. From the drawings and descriptions, Kagome looked just like her, but without any of the legendary power.

Her mother was already making plans and gathering things for Kagome to take to college with her. They were planning a shopping trip in the next few days to pick up anything and everything it seemed like to Kagome. Her mother was excited and anxious about her little girl leaving home. The university was only a few hours away.

Not paying attention to the people on the sidewalk around her, she was taken completely by surprise when something pricked her in the small of the back. Her eyes closed and she fell.

Two gold eyes whipped across the computer screen reading. There was so much information on the Internet and so little time.

He chuckled to himself. "Too little time? You're not going to die tomorrow, you know. More like in a few hundred years at least."

Inuyasha relaxed in his computer chair.

He leaned back and laid his left arm on the armrest as his right bent at the elbow and balanced on the back of the chair. He glanced up.

The Onigumo facility was a large building. He'd seen the floor plans so he knew approximately where everything was. Not that he'd ever be allowed to wander.

The room he was in was a rectangle sort of.

You entered the room on the first floor and saw nothing but a wall with one door and an elevator to your left. If you used the elevator, or the stairs behind it, you'd go up to the second level where all the toys were.

From the second level you could see everything. Still in a rectangle, to your left was a wall with windows and two doors. A door was almost immediately to your left with another at the far end of the same wall.

In between the doors was a long glass window.

If you went right, you'd walk along a wall with a rail in front of it. Like a sidewalk with a guardrail for your protection. The observation walkway was mirrored on both sides, as were the observation rooms. The rooms at both ends were filled with computers, offices, and were the eyes of the observation. They were observing what lie below them on the first floor.

There were four rooms that Inuyasha lived his life in. A simple bathroom with toilet, bath/shower, and sink. In another part of this room were a washer and dryer. The kitchen was outfitted with the most modern of devices of microwave, stove, refrigerator, and other kitchen appliances. The kitchen was large enough so that a small table was placed inside to eat from. The bedroom had a queen-size bed, closet, dresser, two bedside tables, and mirror.

The living room was the largest room in the house and rightly so. It contained the computer that Inuyasha was using at the moment, bookshelves with books, television, DVD player, stereo, chair, couch, two lamps, and a desk.

Bathroom was in the upper right of the rectangle with the bedroom across the hall in the lower right. Another small corridor with a door at the end of the wall separated the bedroom and kitchen. It connected into the small corridor that separated the bathroom and bedroom forming a right angle. This was used for deliveries of whatever Inuyasha requested and as a way to come in and out.

The kitchen was in the lower left of the rectangle. Walking from the near wall of the kitchen to the far wall, there was a small corridor that led back to the bedroom and bathroom.

Everything else was the living room, which took up half of the house on its own. The bathroom was connected to the living room through a door in the upper right hand corner of the living room. A wall separated the kitchen from the living room except for the archway that led out of the kitchen and a sharp right into the corridor back to the bathroom and bedroom.

While saving an interesting site to his bookmarks, Inuyasha's ears perked up at a sound.

Someone was on the first level. He frowned and rolled his chair back. 'I just got my weeks worth of groceries yesterday, I haven't asked for anything. Did someone get lost?'

There was a thump just after the door opened. It closed without anyone saying a word.

Inuyasha got to his feet slowly. "Hello?" he called.

There wasn't an answer so he went to the door. Maybe someone had dropped him off a package or something. But if they had done that, why hadn't they told him? That was why they had the full audio system in here listening to his every move, wasn't it?

Inuyasha's bare feet made no sound as they walked to the door. He turned the corner and stared at what waited for him down at the other end. A crumpled body.

"Sango!" he said loudly. "What is this?"

"Inuyasha."

He stiffened. Uh-oh. This didn't sound too good.

"Since you are now nineteen and of an appropriate age for both human and Youkai to have a mate, we have presented you with one," Naraku told him in a toneless voice.

'Mate?' Inuyasha's mouth went dry as he looked at the girl. He shook his head a few times quickly to clear it. They just drop some girl in here and expect us to? He began to breathe heavier, getting angry.

Inuyasha stopped suddenly and looked at the girl. She didn't smell too good. Why would she be lying there like that not moving? He growled to himself. He'd get answers later when Naraku wasn't around.

He walked forward cautiously, testing the air with his nose. She wasn't awake, he could tell that. She wasn't moving and she didn't smell healthy to him.

Confident now that she wasn't going to wake up, he walked quickly to her. Managing to pick her up in his arms, he carried her down the corridor and turned right slowly. He didn't want her feet to hit the wall. Inuyasha cradled her tightly against his chest so that she wouldn't hit her head, either. He walked straight to his bed and laid her down on top of the blankets. Inuyasha walked to the other side of the bed and sat there cross-legged looking at her.

What was she doing here? What did Naraku mean by mate? Who was she? What was her name? Did she have family that would be worried about her? Why did Naraku want him to have a mate anyway? Mate. Now there was an archaic term. He was half human after all. He could have prettied it up a little. Wife, for example.

Inuyasha smacked himself in the forehead. 'Wife? You idiot, what do you want a mate or a wife for?'

Half an hour later, a feminine voice sighed over the COM system. "He's gone," Sango told Inuyasha.

"About time," Inuyasha said rudely. "What's she doing here?"

Sango sighed in the left observation room. The cameras in the bedroom were trained on Inuyasha and Kagome and she spoke through the intercom. "Now that Naraku has had his fill of watching you for the day," Sango began, "let's talk freely."

"Don't we always?" Inuyasha said, grinning his head off at the camera.

Sango stuck out her tongue at him even though he couldn't see it. "You're nineteen, Inuyasha. Both humans and Youkai are starting to look for mates at this age."

"Yeah. Both human and Youkai grow up at the same rate, but Youkai live longer," Inuyasha quoted. "So why'd he throw this girl in here?"

Sango winced. "Remember when you went through that phase of liking that singer? What was her name?"

"Jessica," Inuyasha said shortly. "What about it?"

Naraku determined that you liked black-haired women with good singing voices, Sango said apologetically.

"Just from liking a girl's music?" Inuyasha said outraged.

Sango shrugged. "Guess so. Anyway, he started looking for you someone. You could take it as a compliment, Inuyasha. He brought you a present."

"A human present," Inuyasha grumbled. The girl moved her head toward him and he stiffened. She didn't awaken though and he relaxed.

"So, to make a long story short, Naraku found the girl and had her brought here." Sango hesitated. "She was kidnapped."

Inuyasha's eyes widened and he stared at the camera. "Kidnapped?"

Sango nodded. "Kidnapped. So she's not going to be in a good mood when she wakes up."

"Oh, no, Sango. I think you're wrong. She's going to wake up, smile at me, and want to stay here forever," Inuyasha said sarcastically.

"That's the spirit, Inuyasha," a male voice said.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Miroku. Any moment now, he'd hear…

"Would you leave me alone!"

Yup, that was Miroku. Now if he stretched his ears just enough.

Thump! And there was Miroku's gift, whatever it was, right in the trashcan by Sango's desk.

"If I can break it up," Inuyasha said dryly. "What's the girls name?"

"Wait a minute," Sango muttered. She rustled the papers on her desk. "Kagome Higurashi."

"And what am I supposed to do with her?" Inuyasha asked.

"Inuyasha, if you'd like, I have some very good books on the subject," Miroku began.

"You pervert!" Sango screeched.

"Inuyasha, she's going to wake up disoriented. Tell her to calm down. Go get a wet washcloth and keep it by the bed. It might help. The stuff they gave her to knock her out will wear off soon. She'll be dizzy for maybe half an hour to an hour. Try to get her to stay put. Explain things to her."

Inuyasha blinked at the camera.

"Tell her that she's been thrown into a cage with a half youkai that she's supposed to mate with?"

Sango rubbed her hand over her eyes. "No," she said gently. "Introduce yourself. Tell her why you're here and who you are."

"Why don't you tell her?" Inuyasha asked.

"Naraku's orders," Sango said and shrugged. "Besides, a disembodied voice isn't the first thing I'd want to hear when I woke up."

"Good point," Inuyasha conceded. "Keep an eye on her for me for a minute."

"Sure."

Inuyasha eased off the bed and walked quickly to get a bowl and a washcloth; the bowl from the kitchen and the washcloth from the linen closet in the bathroom. He filled the bowl in the sink, folded the washcloth into thirds, and wet it in the bowl. He carried the whole thing back to the bedroom and sat it on the bedside table. There were two, one for each side.

Inuyasha had set the bowl on his side of the bed and watched the girl. It was a good thing that the bed was so big. This way he wasn't sitting too close to her.

"Has she stirred yet?" Inuyasha asked softly, knowing that Sango would hear.

"No. I'm going to leave the cameras running as usual, but I'm going to be going through a mountain of paperwork. Call if you need anything." Sango left the intercom and turned to the paperwork.

"That's nice of you."

Sango looked at Miroku warily. "Giving them a few minutes to themselves isn't much, but its about all I can do," she told him.

Miroku held up his hands defensively. "I completely understand. I'll be at the other desk."

Sango shook her head.

There were two observation rooms, but Miroku wanted to be with her instead of in his own room. It wasn't as if there wasn't enough space in Sango's, but why'd he have to be here all the time? It worked out nicely for Naraku, though.

Whenever he wanted to observe Inuyasha, he just went to the other room. Sango's hands found the paperwork and she got to filling it out.

Well that's it for chapter One of Trapped! Maybe if you beg, you can get moonsilver, (if you can find 'em) and it'll get 'em to reopen the story somewhere…