Warning: A touch of foul language. Future installments will likely be truly MA-rated and contain yaoi and doggy nastiness. If you had Youkai 'Yasha in a cage, wouldn't you?
The Yielding
One
"Arrogant son-of-a-youkai-bitch," Inuyasha snarled, grinding his sharp teeth and pulling with thick-clawed fists on the chain held firmly by his elder half-brother. The chain kept him from escaping, but it was the heavy iron collar that truly held him.
On the collar was a spell that actively kept him in this feral state. He could not release himself from youkai to hanyou, and he'd never been youkai so long. How many days or weeks had it been, locked away in a spelled cage, guarded by strangers, raging futilely, howling at the injustice of his cowardly elder sibling who no doubt gloated in his castle, carrying on this sick experiment from a safe and ignoble distance. The world became a crimson haze, and Inuyasha was fast losing awareness. Life centered in the moment, and he could no longer remember his past nor hope for a future.
And then, at last, Sesshoumaru came. Tall and elegant, an illusion of cool distance, pulling on the chain from between the bars of his cage to get his attention. Just the sight of Sesshoumaru was enough to return Inuyasha's mind: here was his enemy. When the enemy was vanquished, both his memories and his world would return to him.
"He can still speak," Sesshoumaru remarked calmly to the burly bull youkai jailer behind him. "You led me to believe otherwise." Neat claws extended, Sesshoumaru whirled and slashed the throat of his servant. Life gurgled from the bull as he clutched at his severed jugular then fell, stark-eyed, to the floor. Sesshoumaru turned back to Inuyasha, pulling at his chain and hurling all manner of impotent epithets. The daiyoukai's eyes flashed red and a smile curled his lips. "Still so unyielding, brother?" Clearly, more personal attention was needed. Equally clearly, the task was now his alone.