Time of Heaven and Hell
Prologue
5 years had gone by now. He had gone through pain, suffering and too much loss. He counted each day that he was still alive, and wondered when he would just die. The one thing that was seared into his memory was all the screams of pain and the pleading of the people, he could not forget, he heard them every minute of every day. No matter what he tried these noises would not go away. He watched people die, by drowning, beating, strangulation, stabbing, and many other ways, sometimes people were just left out in the cold to starve or to bleed to death. There cries for help went unnoticed and unheard. No one cared if any of them lived or died, because they were just junk, things that were thrown away without a second thought.
The man had already lost his only two closest friends. One had always constantly annoyed him but had always been there at his side. The other had been like a daughter to him that looked up to him in more ways than one. He could still remember them crying out to him to save them, but he could do nothing. And now they were gone and he could not bring them back. He was alone and had nothing really left to live for, he remembered the times before he had met his two treasured friends and he continually wondered how he had kept going without someone to be there. Now that he had experienced what love truly was, he had tried to keep until it was ripped away from him. He wondered if he could ever get it back again before he died in this Hell.
Chapter one
"Get up you worthless slave" yelled the guard, while cracking the whip over the man's head.
The man had perfect long, silver hair with golden eyes, and a moon shaped symbol on his forehead. He was dirty and had lots of bruises on his face and body parts; there were also scars and fresh deep cuts on the man's body. He was very tall and had a perfect face.
The man growled under his breath, but he got up so the guard would not deal more blows to his already wounded body. He followed the guard out the door into the harsh light. Every slave was lined up, whispering quietly to each other, all wondering what would become of them. He was put into the line, beside a small child that looked to be new, but had a lot of fear in her eyes. She looked up at him with questioning eyes. He patted her head softly and gave her an encouraging smile. He looked up when a very old and ugly man started to speak.
"Do you want to know why you are slaves? You are slaves because you are good-for-nothing pieces of garbage. You are the lowest form of people on the face of the earth, and none of you will amount to anything. You are all better off dead, but then where would I get my money," there was some laughter from the guards in the background, "You are out here today to be sold off to the highest bidder, if any one of you are chosen you will show total respect for you masters and do whatever they command or you will be punished or die, now let the bidding begin."
A rugged looking man and an extremely old and haggard woman started to walk along the line of men, women and children feeling there entire bodies. Some were even told to strip down; the children were not spared the humiliation. The old woman picked out a mother with a child. There was some discussion about the child, since it seemed that she did not want it. She ordered the guards to kill it, despite the mother's screams and pleas. They ripped the child from the mother's arms and stabbed the baby twice. The mother had become hysterical, and deciding she did not want the woman the guards killed her as well. She continued down the line, feeling the bodies of every slave.
Another man joined the group, this one very handsome, with long black hair and intense crimson eyes. He looked at each of the slave, touching none. The old woman and the man both stopped at the girl and the silver haired man. The old woman told the girl to undress. The girl started to cry and whimper as the guard lashed her back with his whip. She stepped forward and started to undress slowly. Too slow for the woman's taste so she slapped the child across the face, the child crumbled to the ground. The silver haired man immediately slammed his fist into the woman's face sending her flying backwards and landing several feet away. The bands around the man's wrist automatically started to glow a bright blue and sent the man to his knees in terrible pain. The guards lashed at the man and child's bodies increasing all there pain, until a hand was raised to signal the end of the attack. The child was killed on the spot while Sesshomaru watched trying to fight the growing pain in his body.
After a few minutes passed and the pain had ebbed away, the man stood up, defiance in his eyes.
"Your name, what is it?" The black haired man demanded.
"Why should I tell you?" The silver haired man asked.
A guard slashed the whip against his back leaving a bloody line.
"Leave him be, I like this kind of defiance attitude. I have some interest in this kind of attitude. Now please give me you name."
"Sesshomaru." He answered.
"How very interesting. As for me, my name in Naraku. You are a dog demon, am I correct?"
"Yes I am what do you care?"
Naraku laughed and said, "I don't, I was merely curious," Naraku turned and looked at the slave trader, and asked, "How much is this one?"
"The bid can start and 28000 yen."
"I'll give 30000, for him." Naraku said.
The old woman that had previously been hit down stood and said, "I'll give 35000 for him."
"40000." Naraku said.
"100000." The old hag yelled.
"Well it seems for now I can not go that high, until next time then Sesshomaru." Naraku said then he left. The woman smiled smugly and got out her purse to pay the trader.
"I'm sure that this is enough for him."
"Why yes ma'am this amount will do perfectly." The trader said almost drooling on the woman's hands. The papers were signed and the guards and the woman led Sesshomaru out of his old "home." Two guards were waiting by a carriage, they all got in. Sesshomaru was put in chains, for both his wrist and ankles.
"Well, now to think what to do to you, when we get to my place, and you brought to you comfortable little room, I think a nice beating is in order for ruining my perfectly beautiful face."
Sesshomaru had stopped listening when he had got in the carriage and let his mind wander; he couldn't get the little girls eyes, the way she had looked at him, out of his mind.
"Are you listening to me?"
He looked over at her; his eyes had turned very cold and emotionless.
"Talk to someone that actually cares old broad."
The woman gasped and choked.
"You. . . You" the woman stuttered.
Sesshomaru gave a low chuckle.
"The look on your disgusting face is absolutely ridiculous." Sesshomaru stated and turned his head, going back to his previously interrupted thoughts.
"You're going to pay for those words." The woman stated with a shaky voice, "No one talks to me like that and doesn't pay for it."
No reply was given back. 45 minutes of silence continued on till the carriage came to a halt. The guards got out first, helping the old hag out of the carriage. They roughly pulled Sesshomaru out of the carriage. They shoved him along following the woman.
She turned and stopped them.
"Here are the rules."
"Disobey and I die, yes I know you don't have to repeat yourself, your voice is extremely annoying."
The guard hit Sesshomaru over the head, but he didn't fall, just stumbled and regained his balance.
"Was that supposed to hurt?"
The guard raised the metal bar and prepared to hit again.
"Enough, we will finish this when we get to his room, now lets go."
"What about the rules, are you so dim that you forgot that?"
This ticked the woman off and slapped him across the face.
"You call that a slap? A baby can hit harder."
The woman's face turned a bright red.
"Enough! You will not talk to me like this again."
She took one of the whips from the guard and started to lash Sesshomaru every where, seeing this, the guards also started to hit and whip him as well. After 10 minutes the abuse stopped and Sesshomaru had blacked out. The guards dragged him to his "room," chaining him to the wall.
The room was very cold and murky, there was no light. There were several chains on the walls and also hanging from the roof. It smelled of vomit, urine, blood and other smells that could not be identified, but indicating that Sesshomaru was not the first to be in this room. The guards shut the door leaving Sesshomaru to fight with his inner demons.