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"I told you! I won't go in there again!" I screech as I push a guard to the floor.

"Kagome, calm down! It's for the safety of yourself and other inmates!" My psychiatrist says in a calm voice while working me into a corner.

I fall to the floor and tears spill over into my cheeks. I hold my head in my hands, rocking back and forth. Right now, I must seem like I'm in pain, but I'm not. It's all an act; if you act like you hate the Quiet Room, the longer you'll be locked inside. I'm a high risk here at Ojiwa Mental Institution, the most risky and dangerous. People fear me, fear my fascination with blood and pain. I see it in their eyes when I come into the lunch room, or when I come into group meetings with my smile and emotionless eyes. It makes me shake with excitement.

I feel the two guards take me by my arms and legs, dragging me down the solid white hallway. I'm cursing at them, saying things that would make a sailor blush.

"Bastards! How dare you try and fucking throw me in there! I'll kill you! You'll be so dead even the crows won't touch your god-damned corpse! I'll enjoy licking the damn blood from my blade!"

I kick at the other patients doors and flail my wrists to the best of my ability. I'm only using half of my real strength; the hours I spend working out would knock these guys out. I dig my nails into the bigger guard's wrist. He yelps in pain and he throws me into the Quiet Room harshly. I land on my side and I feel the pain shoot through my ribs. Sealing the doors shut, they patter back down the hallway. I giggle and lick the blood off my fingers, enjoying the metallic taste.

Flashback

"Kagome, Kagome! You are no more than a bird in a cage! Crane and turtle gonna slip and fall! Who's behind you now, are the big or small?"

I can feel them surrounding me. My eyes are covered by my tiny hands, but I know who's behind me. I've always known. And I hate them. Even at the innocent age of seven, I know how to hate. One minute the kids play with me, the next they are tugging at my bow in my hair and pushing me around.

"Takari!" I say and uncover my eyes. I'm right.

"Jeez Kagome," Takari whines, "You aren't any fun! You always guess right every time!"

"That's 'cause she's a little freak!" A boy named Chiro laughs.

The rest of the kids, the brats, join in the laughter. I feel rage well up inside me, hot and burning what little sanity I had at the time away. I see a fairly large tree branch and I pick it up. I use all my force to swing it around and whack Chiro in the head with it. The gush of the branches contacting against his skull make the other kids scream and cry. Blood splashes out and stains the concrete a deep crimson, my favorite color. Chiro isn't dead, but he would need hospitalization.

"Now you know not to call me a freak Chiro," I look down at the now frilly, bloody dress, "Ah, damn! You made me get blood on my favorite dolly dress!"

End Flashback

I hear the locks on the Quiet Room snap open. They aren't letting me out…are they? I haven't been in long enough, a day at most. Eventually I hear struggling and grunting, and finally the locks are slamming shut.

"I like it in here anyway you dumb shits!" a gruff voice growls.

I can't see the figure because he is still in the dark part of the room, not yet in the patch of moonlight streaming in.

"Don't let them know that." I whisper.

He steps into the light, heading towards my voice I assume. I look up from staring at my bloody fingernails. The man has no shirt, showing off his broad shoulders and abs; only wearing a pair of baggy white sweatpants. A patch of silver hair starts at his belly buttonnand disappearing into the sweatpants. His silver hair reaches down to his waist and his doggy ears twitch at every little noise. His amber eyes burn bright against his tan skin.

"Yeah? Why the hell not?" he says.

"They'll take you out sooner."

He gives me a look that suggested I am stupid, "You want to stay in here?"

"You can think in here, you can't hear all the moans of the other inmates."

"What do you think about?"

"What I've done, what I'm going to do, who I've hurt, who I want to hurt."

He smirked, "I like your style, wench."

"My name is Kagome. As in, Ka-go-me. Not wench. I've been here for five year, so you better show some respect dumbass."

"Inuyasha. This is just day two." He smirks.