Disclaimer: Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi. Foxy

Rating: Unrated, ratings will change later in the story.

Author: Netealia Lane Foxwood

The Order of a Pack #1

Date: 12/24/2004

The Darkness of a Cell

How long had it been since she had last seen the light of day brought on by the sun? The small opening, on the high wall of her cell was only unbolted letting the heavy and thick wooden cover be removed deep into the nightfall.

During the first few nights she had cried out though that window for someone to hear her and set her free, but now she was only quit knowing that no one could hear her cries and if they did they where ignored. Though she did try and talk to whoever was guarding the black, iron door of her cell. It was strange that only every fourth night would someone be there and it always sounded like the same person, though they never gave any indication for that to be true. "The sooner you surrender to our lord the faster you will be free of this place." It was always calm and even but the man speaking knew that even though her answer was always a very under breath 'no' she could not last much longer in this place.

When she spoke the conversation was very much one sided, she would speak of her pack. The small ones she was to watch, two pups, a kit, and a little neko where the only memories she clung to in the dark that keep her sane, hope that she would see them again. Though less often she would prattle on about the other pack members and the alpha. "Inuyasha," she would whisper it often into the silence, continuing to believe that he would save her if she waited.

The waiting soon turned into months, several of them, and memories of her pack seemed to fade everyday. Her guard had begun to speak to her as well, answering when she asked a question, well sometimes. She no longer spoke of how 'I remember this or that' but mostly talked and asked about the pack of her unknown guard.

"Your alpha sounds strong; do you think that one day I will meet this leader before I wither away in the darkness of this prison?" her voice was so soft almost as if in a silence to say that she would promise anything for an escape form this place, but she would not beg. The gentle flow of her words would only let her speak in hope that her guard would understand what she was saying, "I do not want to die in this place, or grow old. It has only been several months and yet spending my days locked here are madding. I do not wish to know this feeling for the several hundred years it would take me to age."

He left the same way he always came, but this time the window cover that kept her form the sun was not reattached. And for the first time in what felt like forever she could hear the birds, flowing water, wind, and the deep voice on the other side of the thick iron door.

"Kagome…"


Author Notes: this is no where near as long as I want it. Any ideas as to how and where to put more detail would be welcomed.