Disclaimer : I dont own Inuyasha

Prologue

*SMACK*!

A body slammed into the dinning room table, knocking whatever was on it, on too the floor and sadly on the crumbled figure. Trying desperatly to get away from his attacker, he tried to pick himself up, broken glass falling from his body, he used the table to get up but yelped in pain and fell too the floor, Damn his foot was broken again.

fear gripped his body as footsteps drew near, the only thing he could do was cower on the floor and sheild his body, helplessly waiting for the beating to end, Fighting back would make it worse..

"Get up you stupid Slut!" The battered Hanyou screamed in pain as he was picked up by his silver locks, and was brought face to face with his abuser.

Once he was lifted up high enough to meat his abuser who was a good 5 inchers taller than him, his head was slammed down onto the hardwood table, and again he crumbled to floor.

he coughed up some blood before rolling onto his back. The pain was to much, he couldnt hold back the tears that flowed out his eyes. blurring his vision. the aftershock of the hit was gone and he was hit with a full on head ache, he could feel the blood run down from his head line to stain the white carpet, he was breathing hard because his nose was caked with blood, forcing him to breath through his bloodied mouth,

He tried his best to get his vision into focus, he could see a black blur standing over him, the bright light in the room was also making it difficult to bring everything into focus.. from what he could see, the blur reached over to pick up a table cloth, to wipe his hands, the cloth was then thrown to the side. he couldn't see, but he just knew those dark green eyes were glaring down at him.

"Maybe that'll teach you to not disobey me huh love?"

closing his eyes, The bloodied figure only moaned in pain, he flinched as he felt hands caress his head, he wanted so badly to get up and attack but he couldnt, ...he wouldnt.

The hands dissapeared and he was releived to hear retreated footstep out the dinning, room. he knew a maid would be hear soon to pick him up and clean his wounds,.

he knew all to well

this was becoming a routine,

The quietness all around him was deafining, no one said anything about this, the house staff were paid to not say anything, no one could help him, he was stuck inside this lifestyle,

his body started jerking as sounds came up his throat tears coming out faster to blend in to his wound to make a pink stream.

was this really how he would live for the rest of his life?..

inuyasha painfully rapped his arms around his self, and curl into a ball, and said one last thing before he lost consciousness

"someone help me..."

Yes i know its short but, its just how i wanna start this story out, So if you want to see more, Review!, && Any Grammer Mistakes Please ignore, im not good with that so hop off!, if you do have balls to leave a negative comment,Dont worry, your shit will be ignored, but ANY POSITIVE ideas on how you think this story should go or my writing then feel free to let me know !, there is a plot to this, but if i think any ideas are good and will work then ill use it ! so R&R !

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