Disclaimer: I have no claim of Inuyasha whatsoever. So don't ask, and don't sue, you won't get much if you do. (Oh hey, that rhymed…)
Author's Note: Hey! My second story, yay! And I promise to keep on writing! Just might take awhile since these are mainly just stress relievers from school, but odds are someone's bound to like it. After all, there are 6.5 billion people in the world. I'm writing this for you, pal! Anyways, go on and read. I'm done here, just had to announce the 'newness'.
There might be some out of character-ness…Might be because I'm not really trying for it but it could happen.
Game Lord
Chapter 0- Before the Match
"Be gone, you damned creature from Hell! Back to your pits, your burning, your damnation! I cast you away- down through the bowels of the Beast to lay yourself down to eternal damnation!"
Words, only words. Ignore them, they can't hurt you… The Voice whispered soothingly. only words. Ignore them…
He threw himself against the chains with a ferocious snarl, saliva flying from his crude fangs. He snapped, reaching for the black robed priest, struggling against wrapped iron-steel ropes, struggling to rip, to tear, to eat, to destroy. The demons holding him down grunted with the effort. He was wild, crazy, and for a halfling, pretty damn strong.
"Take him to Pit level D, next to the false priest! They can enjoy each other's Hell." The priest was disgusted by him; the half-demon snarled and ignored the still fresh pain of agony. A priest who accepted full demons, but not one with his mixed human blood? Bodily, the demons lifted him off the floor and carried him down the stairs into the waiting darkness. The priest, heaving for air, trembled. He would not go down to the darkness, all he would ever do was wait by the stairs and ignore the crazed, raging shrieks of the damned, for they knew fully, that they would never come out of the darkness once put inside. And no one wanted to know what waited eagerly for their souls.
"Hurry up, Lady or we will miss the best part!" Kagome winced and looked at her escort. She was shining and quaking with excitement of seeing the blood and gore of the Monster Matches. She's a sadistic one thought Kagome and gave her a small smile, "You go on ahead Yuki. I'll just wait here for your sister…" Yuki was gone after the third word.
Kagome sighed and rested against the cool, marble wall. The thought of going out there to the crowd sickened her. She didn't even know why she agreed to come in the first place, but Yuka needed her and Kagome had to come. Kagome frowned; she just answered her own question there. A quick pace of heeled shoes interrupted Kagome and she straightened up to look more like she was just waiting instead of fighting waves of nausea at the thought of the Match.
Yuka came into view, "Wow, they really need to improve the lighting in here. These torches are about to go out!"
"Yes, so are you ready?" And where were you? She added silently.
"Yes." Though Yuka didn't look so, to Kagome she mirrored what she felt on the inside.
Yuka started walking and Kagome had to hurry to keep up.
Whoever said the Box was the most honored place in the stadium was sorely mistaken was Kikyos' thinking, as she sat idly fanning herself. She could see all of four rows down before a shadowy haze took over. But maybe that was a good thing, if this Match was to be as gory as advertised…
"High Lady Kikyo, the Match is about to begin, where is your sister?" Kikyo eyed the bumbling, frumpy man to her side. He was a nervous creature and reminded her of a frog. His jowls flapped widely when he spoke and his eyes popped as they scanned the stadium, supposedly looking for her missing sister.
"Kagome said she'd be seating with a friend. I believe I told you that." Kikyo shifted impatiently. No matter that the chairs cost as much as the servants, they were quite uncomfortable after too long a period of time.
"No, no. She can not sit with her friend, this is a momentous occasion! T-the Lady's must be sitting together!"
She tried to not roll her eyes, "You know as well as I do Mr.…"
"Gumption. Mr. Albadard Gumption."
Kikyo raised an eyebrow, "Mr. Gumption then, you know as well as I do that that myth is all what it is. A myth. Nothing to be taken seriously nor into consideration unless for a delightful bed time story."
The man floundered about, his coat tails flapping wildly, it was obvious he deemed this a very special occasion and was becoming flustered if it appeared to be going wrong. "B-but, H-high Lady…"
"I tire of this, Gumption! Desist and leave me be!" a slight growl edged her voice and Mr. Gumption stood and walked away, quaking. His face was pasty and his eyes wider than usual. Kikyo sighed, a brief exhale of air. Anyone watching would never have known what it was. Kagome sure did pick good moments to not listen to her.
Dark. Everything was dark. And it reeked. Fresh and old urine and feces, the half-blood snarled quietly, this was a tomb. He could smell rotting corpses, assaulting his nose as bad as anything else in this pit. It was silent. Where was he?
We'll be fine soon, do not worry, the half-demon sighed and felt around the cage walls, feeling for anything. The Voice was talking to him again, he didn't like the voice, but it was better than this silence. This awful aching silence that had nothing to do with the Dark.
Soon we'll be free, free to do anything. Kill if we want to.
"N…no…" The half-demon's voice was scratchy and hoarse as if he had not used it properly in a long while. It didn't echo.
No? But you like killing… The Voice pushed on him, and the half-demon winced. It was happening again, the Voice would push and he would go mad again. And he would…
"No." He restated firmly, he did not want to do that again.
Yes, you will. The voice pushed harder and the half-demon fell to the hard, tightly packed floor. Blood pounded through his ears, his skull, his body. Adrenaline kicked in and he fought the urge to scream. The Voice was pushing him back- back to the bad thing that he could be. He didn't want to go there again, but he didn't want to return to himself. Then he would remember and he didn't want that either. The half-demon lay there, accepting that he would stay mad when the Voice relented and sent a comforting wave of coolness down his body, stemming the energy and rage away. Quieting it, locking it away for later use, the half-demon believed.
That's all right. I can wait. I'm patient, but are you, Inuyasha? The Voice sounded smug as it went away, and opened up the half-demon's unwanted memory…
Blood, blood covered everywhere. He stood, covered in their blood and bodies and organs… He swayed. It was intoxicating…The blood, oh, the blood. His hand was raised to his forehead looking for all the world he was going to faint. But he wasn't, no, he was far from fainting…Tentatively he licked a claw, dark with bodily things. So good. This killing, this destroying. He chuckled darkly, no one would know what had happened…still swaying he looked around the room. The bodies, the bodies…He stopped. Where were the bodies? He looked, all he saw was red, globs of red, on the walls, on the floor, dripping, sprayed, riveting…oh, the blood…What had he done? Slowly, oh, so slowly, his mind resurfaced. The intoxication receding. He gazed with horror filled eyes, what had he done! His limbs started shaking, violently, without mercy; he felt his knees disabling themselves. No, no! He did not want to fall into this-this-this…He crashed a hand against the wall. It collided with…He screamed and ran.
He ran right past the guards, stupid silly thing to do. The Priestly guards took off after him once they realized that his skin and hair were not naturally that deep dark red color. So they had grabbed him, taken him to that priest. And that was when the Voice started talking to him. He lived in the cell of the Church, curled in a corner, slowly, he felt, losing his mind. But the Voice was there, always there, keeping him company. Soothing him, talking to him, whispering tales of high old adventure. Then the Voice told him how to escape. Told him to run, but he got caught again anyway and transferred to the Matches. He trembled. Here he was, in the belly of the Darkness, of the horrors and nightmares that were told to live under the Stadium. But he was alone. So, very alone, once again, trying to not remember when the madness starting to take control again…
-- The chapters will improve, I'm almost positive of it! --