Gifted
Chapture One: Seeing
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Duh.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...She wouldn't do it.
She wouldn't.
She would not.
"No. no. no. no. no. no. no..."
In the damp, gray room where she was kept her whispers went unheard. A lone figure barely visible from the corner she rocked in. A single light hung from the ceiling in the center of the room casting shadow in all the corners creating imaginary monsters.
But no one was there.
Just her.
She slowly began to finger the silver chain around her neck as if seeking comfort from it.
All four walls were bare except for a mirror that hung on the farthest wall. The mirror they watched her from. Next to it was a steel grey door, the easily blended in with the walls. The only proof that it existed was the fact that 'they' came through it.
She never went through it.
A pot sat in the corner across from her. In front of the door was a tray. Her bathroom and kitchen.
The sound of her hair brushing the wall as she rocked almost covered her chant. Face buried in her knees. The rags she wore could have once been distinguished as a tee-shirt and jeans. But that was years ago. Now the shirt that had once been loose clung to her as best it could with her maturing body and its holes and ripped of sleeves. The fabric was worn thin and no trace of its past color remained. The jeans still fit aside from the fact that they were ridiculously short. One of the few reasons that she could still wear them was probably her poor nourishment.
" No. No. Don't. No. no. no."
Slowly her head lifted from her legs, though the rocking continued. Both eyes became fixed on the shining light above. The translucent light reveled a face pale from lack of sunlight completely dominated by large brown eyes.
"Turn off." She began to whisper.
Please, her mind screamed. They only turned the light on for one reason. They would make her. They would make her do it.
"Turn off!" Her voice got louder.
"Turn off! Turn off! Turn off!" She began to scream at the light. Her heart rate picking up, eyes dilating fear.
She didn't want to see. She didn't want to tell.
Slowly a chuckle could be heard through the voice box on the ceiling. Its sound echoing on the walls until she was surrounded by it. Drowning in it.
"My, my little Kagome. In a mood today are we?" The chuckling voice questioned. It was the voice of her nightmares, the sound that rang in her ears at night. It was smooth, the kind of voice that could sell you anything, make you believe it, and gain your trust. Yet years of past betrayal from it had taught her otherwise.
If possible she curled into an even smaller ball clenching her hands and pressing them into her stomach. The rocking stopped and was replaced by a continuous shaking of her head. Her stiff hair bouncing from side to side.
"no. no. no. no. no."
The shaking continued. Her eyes still fixed on the light as if she could magically turn it off.
"Now, now my little Kagome, its not going to be that bad today. Really. You are over reacting. "
The girl huddling in the corner kept shaking her head. It was obvious she had heard this before.
"Once this is over you will be embarrassed about how you made such a fuss over something so small. It will only take a moment."
A tedious sigh could be heard over bouncing off the walls.
"The sooner we start the sooner it will be over you know. "
That must have been the signal because the door began to crack open as more light poured into the room.
Once again burying her face into her legs she pressed herself as close as humanly possible to the wall, trying to become one with it.
Three tall figures walked through the door. The muscle's. Each undistinguishable from the next, all wearing black gloves and reeking of hostility. Slowly they circled her cowering form in the corner, before holding their positions. Waiting.
Another figure entered after them carrying a single object. A slender looking case, no longer then a hand and no thicker then two inches. He stopped in the center of the room.
She could identify the click of his shoes anywhere. The doctor. That was what he called himself. A small man with a receding hair line, giant spectacles and a thin face.
"Bring her here."
They moved.
She began to scream.
One took each of her arms by the shoulder the other grabbed her legs. She knew struggling was futile but she tried despite that, fighting with all the strength she had in her thin frame. Legs kicking and arms waving she was brought closer and closer to the man standing in the center of the room. With each step her struggling becoming more intense.
Finally she was held in front of him. Her cries stopping along with her fighting. She had lost again.
The man holding the case looked her over. His eye's brightening over her barely hidden breast, before continuing on to her face.
"You are growing up quiet nicely Kagome."
His praise felt like lice on her skin. Still holding the case in one bare hand he brought the other close to her face and watched as her head jerked back.
"No!"
Her gasp was cut short by a jerk to her hair from one of the muscles.
The hand formed into a fist and he began to slowly wave his finger in her face.
" None of that now. " His eyes took another sweep of her.
"Besides we have work to do first. We can play our little game later."
Pretending to ignore the shiver that went through her, the doctors attention became fixed on the case in his hand as if remembering that it was there. Slowly he cracked it open to revel a pen.
A simple blue pen.
Kagome began to struggle again.
"Do you know who this belonged to my dear." The doctor asked not really expecting an answer. He continued on lazily while making his way to her side.
"It belonged to one of our histories greatest explorers. A genius of a man who was said to have explored the world over and taken this pen with him. I can't even begin to image what worlds this pen has seen!"
He stopped by her left hand.
"But you can."
Nodding to the nearest Muscle, Kagome watched in horror as her hand was forced open, her fingers almost breaking.
"Along with being a explorer, he was know for his..." The doctor paused, searching for a the proper word.
"Exotic tastes, if you will. The man contributed vast amounts of knowledge to the medical field from his...experiments on some indigenous tribes that he found along his journeys."
As the doctors explanation the look on Kagome's face had become more and more terrified and her struggles more desperate.
"Now that our little history lessons is over dear, lets go over the basics one more time if you don't mind."
He leaned forward until his face was inches from hers, his foul breath hitting her cheek.
"You will tell me if you see it." He snarled, spit hitting her face.
"All the other things you may see, are, shall we say a present from me too you."
With that he dropped the pen from the open case into her hand.
Kagome's world exploded.
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Blood. Miles and miles of blood. filling the rivers covering the lands. Male war cries split through the air followed by millions of arrows. The whistling sound they make almost covering the sound of death that follows. For a moment they seem to block out the heavens.
Gold. A mountain of gold seeming to reach the sky and shine as bright as the sun. The picture it makes is ruined by the piles of mangled corpses stacked along its base. Their eyes starring at her. Mouth open in silent screams.
Knives. Blades of all shapes and sizes. Cutting her arms, peeling back her skin. The women next to her screams in anguish as her eyelids are removed. The smell of burning flesh.
So much death. But he wants more. He wants to know more, own more, see more. He wants it all. Give it to him. Give him what he wants. The strength of his greed hits her and knocks her head back. The people mean nothing. The women, the children, they are all nothing but test subjects. The men are his workers. He will have it all. He will have everything. Nothing will stop him. Noth...
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Kagome is brought back with a hard slap to the face and then another. Slowly her eyes roll around in an attempt to focus. Her neck to weak to support her forces her head to fall back.
"What did you see!" The doctor yelled jerking her head up by her hair, his face impossibly close to hers.
"Did you see it! Damit! Answer me!" All his patients gone he shakes her head by her roots.
"No." Her voice barely above a whisper, causing the doctor to strain to be even closer.
"what was that?" he asked.
"No, no, no, no, no, no,no, no!" She screamed. "I saw blood, gold, knives, skin, women, oh the children..."
Losing focus she began to mutter to herself and shake her head. All those watching could almost see her retreat within herself.
With a snort of disgust the doctor picked up the dropped pen and set it back in its box. Another dead end. His master was not going to be happy. He glanced at the mirror, almost feeling his masters gaze through it. Not happy at all.
Turning his attentions back to the muttering women, he glanced at the men holding her up.
One of them slowly came forward and began cracking the knuckles on his hand.
"Would you like us to give her a shot of truth serum or take the old fashioned route and slap her around until we know she not lying?"
The question must have reached Kagome even in her current delusional state as all sound from her stopped and she stared from one to the other muscle holding her in fear.
The doctor looked at the her, as if weighing the options. If they were planning on using her again like this tomorrow it could mentally push her over the edge when coupled with a beating today. Still...he did love to hear her scream...
Glancing once more at the mirror he shook his head. His master would not be happy if he broke his favorite toy. Repercussion were something to be feared.
"No. Were done here."
Needing nothing else of her, they dropped her to the ground with a thud and began to walk out of the room, not sparing a glance back. The doctor, crouching down brought himself to her eye level. He snapped his hand to get her attentions.
"We will have to try this again my dear." He hand moved forward and he watched with a smirk as she crawled back away from it. "Real soon."
With that final parting, he got up and walked out of the door, closing it behind him. The familiar voice went on over the loud speaker.
" See my dear. That wasn't so bad. Now don't you feel ashamed for making such a fuss. Sweet dreams." It cooed.
A moment later the lights snapped off. Leaving her alone in her corner. Alone with her new nightmares.
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"Oh, of all the dumb shit plans that you have ever thought up this one defiantly takes the cake!" Inuyasha announced as he paced the room for the thousandth time.
There should have been a trench forming by now. The guy was wearing down the carpet. Yet these were thoughts that Miroku kept to himself as he watched his friend walk from one end of the room. To the other. Then back again.
He should have expected this reaction. Inuyasha was a creature of habit.
"Inuyasha, the information came from the best possible source, I ..." his explanation was quickly cut off.
"The best possible source huh? your last 'best possible source' almost had me neutered!"
Miroku winced.
Yea, that had been a slip up.
"But that was only one time.."
"One time, do I need to remind you about the 'well' incident?"
Miroku began to rub his head. He had forgotten about that one. It had seemed like a good enough plan. Have inuyasha jump down a well that would lead to a an underground passage, that would bring them to the latest treasure then had been hunting.
To bad the well have proven...deeper then they had thought. With knives at the bottom.
"You know how sorry I was about that."
"Sorry! of all the lame ass excuses. If you think I am going to go with this latest source of information your wrong. It doesn't even sound believable this time."
Miroku had to give his silent agreement on that one.
He had heard from on of his sources that girl existed with a gift. That whenever she touched something she could see everything that it had seen, or been through. That when she touched a person she could see their thoughts and deeds. Image the power of having a person that could know everything about everything with a simple touch.
Needless to say it was more then unlikely.
"Still..." He began, knowing that it was futile.
"No, there is not still, or other points. Its ridiculous. Besides how would having a girl like this even help us!?! If what you say is true she would have to touch something. We don't have anything that knows where the Shikon no Tarma is!"
Now red faced Inuyasha met Miroku's dead stare.
Slowly understanding began to seep into him.
He clasped the chain that hung around his neck. The chain where the jewel had once hung from. The chain that represented all that he had left of her. Serving as a way to remember her and as a warning of anyone like her.
"Whatever. This girl doesn't exist, so this discussion is over. We will find a way to get the jewel and we can do it faster without your lame ideas. "
With that he stormed out of the room and made his way to the roof of the building. He needed to find the jewel damit! It was the only way to fix everything. It was the only way.
Slowly his thoughts turned to Kikyo. Why had she done it? It was a question he asked himself still, even after almost ten years of it being gone. He could have saved her with it. Could have made it so that she could live with him, live longer.
Though ten years had passed he didn't seemed to have aged at all. A gift of his half blood he guessed.
She could have been with him. They could have been together...
But no. Instead she had taken the jewel from him and his family and ran with it. Disappearing without a trace. She had come back later, dying with only the chain that it had once hung from. Yet even on her death bed she had refused to give up its where bouts.
"Fucking whore..." The words suddenly shot from his lips.
How quickly love had turned to hate.
Never again. The thought came to inuyasha. Never again would he be a fool. He would find the jewel and he would set things right.
No matter how long it took.
Staring out over the balcony of the building his sigh was brushed away by the breeze. For a second he wished this girl did exist. For a second he wished.