Inspired by Mon Dieu A Penny'sSpoils of War and Zaleone's An Unforseen Complication...yes...you should all go read them...yes, indeed...

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

This kind of wrote itself, really. It popped up on the screen and stayed there. Although...I've no more ideas for it! I doubt this is the end, so i'd REALLY appreciate it if someone could give me ideas in a review! If I don't get any, then this fic is just gonna die, I guess. At least until I get inspired by something somewhere, lol. Oh, and tell me what I could improve on, too! Anyway, on with the fic! (the end is rather sloppy, sorreh!) XP

I Don't Know You

The seemingly wounded demon stumbled over roots and stones from the forest floor. None would be able to guess his destination; he didn't even know it himself. He just wandered aimlessly, confused, hurt, frightened, and naked besides a bridle and chains. He didn't know how long he'd been wandering. He really didn't care, either. He just stumbled along, fell every now and then, got up, and repeated the process.

He never realized that eyes were watching him. Many, many eyes. His senses were dimmed, his own blood meddling with any other scents. However, the eyes and the demons that they belonged to were not hostile. Not to him, anyway. They knew his scent well. It was a scent of a demon not to be trifled with, less one wanted to be shredded to pieces, even though he was in such a weakened state.

Collapsing once more onto a small bed of grass, he decided to just lie there. What's the use of going somewhere when you don't even know where you're going? He would get up when he knew where his destination was. Problem was, he didn't know anything about the surroundings or places around him. So how would he know where to go?

Thoroughly confused, and much exhausted, his thoughts went blank. He didn't want to think anymore. So he just watched a fuzzy caterpillar crawl across a blade of grass near to him. Such a simple life it lived. He started to wonder what the insect's destination was, and soon his thoughts strayed back to where he would be going.

Sighing in perplexity and self-pity, he shut his eyes, marveling over the feeling of grass upon his naked abdomen and groin. Some parts felt good, where others were pricked by the small, green blades. Some of his cuts and wounds stung from the contact, but he took no notice. A slight wind blew through his hair, making it seem more peaceful. He slowly clenched his bloody hands, his fingers becoming slippery with the coppery substance, the chains around his wrists jingling ever so slightly. Very soon, his hands stopped moving, and his mind swayed away from reality, going into unconsciousness as he fell asleep.

His ice-blue eyes shot open, and he tried to scream. Nothing came out, however, but a small, pitiful gasp. His back hurt. A lot. Why? Why did it hurt so much? It was excruciating, sending his nerves in a bundle of frenzied pain. His arms were strung up above his head, and something was pulling on the chains around his wrist. He was being dragged across the ground, and he could feel the blood smeared across his backside. His hair was being pulled from underneath him, and his scalp burned.

"Uh…Koga, I think he's awake…"

"Is he?"

His arms fell, and the dragging stopped. He could hear footsteps around him, and he started breathing heavier, scared and confused. He opened his eyes and fearfully looked up. Angered blue eyes looked back down at him. He was so scared he felt like crying.

"You nasty, vile thing. I can't believe you're still alive. Then again, that mutt can't do anything right." The blue-eyed man said, glaring down at him. His long, black hair was held back into a high ponytail, his forehead hidden by a brown, fur sweatband. His shoulders were concealed by more fur, and his armor resembled a rogue's. Around his waist hung a fur pelt, a sword hanging on the left side of his waist, and a fluffy brown tail swaying in annoyance from behind him. His wrists were clad with fur bands, and below his knees were fur leg warmers, tied by a string to keep them on.

Two other demons wearing something similar were standing behind him, as if scared of the wounded demon lying on he ground. Little did they know, the injured demon was more scared of them than they were of him.

Koga stared down the monstrosity he hated, looking at his pain and fear-stricken eyes. 'Something's different about him.' He thought, 'His eyes…they show emotion. Before…they were just mystified voids.' Koga lifted his hand, as if to strike him, and raised his eyebrows when the demon cringed and shut his eyes tightly. Before, he wouldn't care if he was hit, let alone cringe.

"Uh…Koga, what're we gonna do with him? Shouldn't we go find Inuyasha and Kagome?"

"No! Don't be stupid! The last thing we need is that stupid puppy meddling with things again! He's the reason why this monster is still alive in the first place! That nasty brother of his is probably still alive and in his stomach again, too!"

Brother…? He had a brother? In his stomach? He meekly looked down at his abdomen, rather mortified at the thought. He blinked at all the blood spread across his stomach, then looked back up at Blue-Eyes.

"His brother was in his stomach? How?" one of the demons asked, looking down at the bloody abdomen of the demon they feared, if only slightly.

"I don't know the details. You know how Naraku is, though. Creating wicked, difficult beasts like him. He had to have a bridle on in order for his brother to stay in his guts."

The mask? He furrowed his brows and licked the inside of the metal around his mouth and nose. It tasted like dirt and blood, an unpleasant taste to his tongue. He tried to understand all the information that was just spoken, but huge holes were still left unfilled.

"So…What're we gonna do with him, Koga?"

He looked down again, staring at the blood-clad demon. "I don't know."

This, of course, caused much confusion and a few exasperated sighs.

"Maybe torture, mangle, beat, and cut him, and hope that Naraku feels it or something."

The demon widened his ice-blue eyes. He didn't want that! What had he done to deserve that? If he did do something, then he didn't remember it.

"That's mean, Koga; even for you."

"What d'you mean! He was born from Naraku! Just like Kagura! You know very well what that means!"

"Yeah, but…"

"Aw, screw it!"

A foot obscured his face and a sharp pain erupted from the side of his head. His vision blurred immensely, and black dots started to curtain his sight. The last thing he remembered were the chains clinking and a few words spoken before he went into unconsciousness: "What's his name, anyway?"

"Juromaru."

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