Hi, I rewrote this chap and some other chappies and I wanted to thank you all for you're insistence that I get my but in gear!
Disclaimer: I don't own any one in this fic, but Chouki and Victoria. Or at least I think I own Chouki.
A poor creature sat in a dirty cell, the walls only giving him enough movement to curl up. The low ceiling forced him to remain either curled, laying down, or sitting. The other cages sitting on top of his were the same; in every direction there was at least 20 other cages on his level.
The wall of cages stretched up four cages by forty cages; with a height of sixteen feet and a length of 200 the only comfort was that it was at least 10 feet in width, each cage being 4X5X10. The poor in habitants of these cages all looked about the same as him, and they were all in this mess.
He once again heard the familiar, foreboding footsteps resounding through the cold stone halls. A long time ago he would have been tense, screaming for Them to let him out, asking and pleading for answers to his question. Now he listened to the new slaves do it for him.
"Why do you keep me here?" "What have I done?" "When can I leave?" "Why am I here?" but he had his answers and the others would figure it out for themselves or not, it didn't matter.
They kept them here because he was an untrustworthy monster, well at least part of him was; he wasn't even braking the law to the fullest extent. Why, when you're being punished for something any way, not complete the act? But this was something he couldn't change; he was only a half-breed, a hanyou. The only thing that kept him from being killed was the fact that he was useful to them alive. He knew no kindness, so showed none in return.
"Get up freak!" Came a booming voice.
Why don't they just leave me to die? Could they love to torture me this much? Does any one care that I'm down here? The prisoner thought ignoring the rude man in front of him. A hand descended, bunching his hair, the voice hauled him up. The pain passed by, unnoticed; that petty pain was forgotten long ago in this place. The place of beatings, the place of warped minds. The guard put his leash, attaching it to his nametag collar.
No, of course not remember you're just a freak. His thoughts then took a turn they usually did. Maybe just maybe I can find a way to kill my self. I mean why run away? So that I can be laughed at, shunned, and teased, just to die sooner or later any ways? Or worse be recaptured?
No, to die right off would be better. The only thing that keeps me from doing just that is the thought of seeing a tree, the sun, to feel the grass beneath my feet. To be free… That is what keeps me moving; that, and the fact that I remember some kindness before. Where was that? When was that? Why didn't it last? Was it something I did?
They entered a dimly lit room. All a passer-byre would see would be a slumped figure with two strange triangles twitching on top of his head, dirty gray hair that had been cruelly whacked off, dull yellow orbs for eyes that were on a blank face, claws for nails, the body was clothed in what seems like a bunch of rags. But there were no passer-byres. No one to talk to. Or witness the wrongness of the situation.
"Hey freak, your going to love this." Taunted the guard. "The boss is selling you again. Only this time to someone who is just delaying your return to Kikyo's beating house. . . I mean reeducation center." The guard caught himself on his stumble, and smirked. "Your going to the princess Kagome's palace where you will finally get what you deserve, to be put to work. Not just sitting around in your ce. . . room.
"And when you don't please her, we'll get to beat you again. But you won't get away that easily, back to reeducation. Till you get sent right back to the palace. The master is tired of having you around so we'll just keep going around in a circle till you're broken."
The we that will beat him, refers to the other guards, doctors, and helpers. They passed them now. They're shadows of people, people that thrive on the pain of others, people that wait to get their hands on a disobedient slave.
The poor creature paused stopped by a giant wood door. The door had flower patterns carved in solid oak. The prisoner would have stared longer, but it was not his first or even second time going threw these doors. They were ushered in to where a man in purple robs and a rosary on his right hand stood (Miroku's usual style). The only weapon he saw was a staff on the man's side. I can deal with that as long as he doesn't add spikes to the end. The prisoner thought for a brief second, not hearing the guard remind him to bow.
"Hey filth! I'm talking to you, bow to Miroku-sama." With that he was jabbed in the ribs hard enough that if he weren't used to the guards blows he would have blacked out. He bowed respectfully to the man in front of him.
"That's enough, Naraku. I can handle it from here." The guard dropped the leash in Miroku's hands and left giving the prisoner a glare.
As soon as Naraku turned the corner the prisoner jumped at how Miroku relaxed all of the sudden.
"Hi, I'm Miroku. I will be accompanying you to make sure you behave. But lets put that to the side and be friends. What's your name?"
The prisoner eyed Miroku strangely. Then he caught on. He knew the rule that slaves aren't supposed to talk unless asked a question by their master, he could answer with pointing or nodding or something along that line.
They like to tease the slaves and provoke them to do something bad so that They could beat them. He pointed at his collar that had a nametag that said Inuyasha it also said that he was worth 2,000 dollars.
Due to his human blood he wasn't as expensive as full-blooded youkai are. It also said that he is a slave and had none of the normal demon slave rights because he is a hanyou. Which meant he could be beaten physically and emotionally and marks are acceptable. Demons, half or not, were hard to mark but it could be done, the scars marring his flesh showed the truth of the statement.
"Hmmmmm. Well I guess the walk over to the Higrashie palace will be pretty boring." Miroku said thoughtfully, as he realized that the slave wasn't going to talk. With that he picked up the end of the leash that had been dropped on the floor and set off on the long walk to the palace.
At the palace everyone was in a frenzied trying to find the Princess Kagome. All the slaves where screaming for her, all but a new one that had just walked in. Sango stared at all the chaos, at a safe distance of course.
She had been brought up to fear the place she was now in, and had also learned that the Princess Kagome is a horrible spoiled brat that will beat you if you so much as breath the wrong air! Here everyone seemed to care what happened to her. They say they're brainwashed if they're too bad. That's what must have happened.
She saw an old friend that was barely able to move, but was searching as best she could.
When she drew close she could see her blood stained top was in tatters from what looked like bullwhip markings! Sango ran to her friend.
At first all she got where confused glances then the recognition finally kicked in her friend gave a squeak and tackled her. Bombarding her with questions. Like "why are you here?" And then what made her angry was, when her beaten-half-to-death friend asked her if she'd seen Kagome?
"No I haven't, Chouki, and if I do I will give her a piece of my mind about what happened to you!" Sango said in aloud, angry voice. Chouki moved away ever so slightly, but Sango caught it just the same. It was usual for people, recently beaten, to move away when faced with anger. Especially since Sango had a mean streak when it came to injustice.
"Listen, I'm sorry I snapped at you, but it makes me s..." She never got to finish her sentence because some one shrieked in glad/surprise; they had found Kagome.
You would have thought the palace was on fire by the way that they all ran screaming, "Kagome," towards a struggling girl that was desperately trying to run. She would have succeeded if to chubby little women weren't holding on to her arm for dear life.
"Let me go I'm not going to do it again! I WILL NOT DO IT! JUST LOOK AT CHOUKI! I'M NOT GOING NEAR HIM AGAIN!" Sango was wondering who she was when all of the sudden she realized that this was Kagome. She walked right up to the struggling princess and slapped her across the face!
Kagome was shocked. She had no idea what just happened, but lifted her hand to her cheek and murmured an "ouch".
Sango couldn't believe she just did that. The small ouch she heard made it all worthwhile. She was about to say something when her hair ripped jerked her head up.
There before her was the prince from Amman! He was so close she could feel his hot breath on her face. It smelled a lot like wine and meat. Sango knew exactly the punishment for hitting a princess. The punishment was death.
She was prepared for it, that bitch had deserved it, when they started hauling her away, then all of the sudden she heard. "Put her down Kouga, right now. You aren't going to get another one."
"But Kagome, darling, you know the penalty for slapping the princess is death. I thought that the beating I gave that little slave girl for talking without permission was well justified." Said the prince.
You could see the flames shouting from Kagome's eyes, but her only reply was. "Put, her, down. NOW!"
Kouga promptly dropped Sango, he started to protest, but suddenly objects were being thrown at him; deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, he turned and left the room at a dead run, dodging past broken things and ducking to keep from being hit.
"Are you okay?" Kagome asked, drawing Sango's eyes away from the scene before her.
Sango couldn't believe what the PRINCESS had just said. She gave a confused noise and looked at all the rest of the slaves.
They were all giving her glares that would have killed a lesser mortal. "I'm very confused." She stated to no one in particular.
"Sango! What do you think your doing?" Chouki all but screeched.
"I'm very confused." Sango stated again.
"You must be new. I'm Kagome." Kagome said in an excited overly ecstatic voice.
"Ummmmmmmmm. . . I'm very confused." Sango stated knowing that she was starting to sound like a lack wit.
But she had just slapped the PRINCESS and should be DEAD and here the 'horrible, spoiled, selfish, bitch' had just saved her life and asked if she was all right then introduced her self like they where equals? This was the strangest place she has ever been in! Defiantly brain washed the entire place.
Fortunately Chouki butted in and said, "I AM SO SORRY! Please forgive her!" She practically screeched and then in a whisper she added, "She's a little crazy."
Sango was outraged that her friend said that, but then realized it was at least partly true. At least now that she looked back at what she did and she KNEW how wrong she was. She practically threw her self at the princess' feet.
"Please! When you kill me spare my brother and give him pardon for his sister's foolishness!" She cried between sobs. All she expected was for a bullwhip to lash her back and to be tortured for the rest of what was definitely going to be her last day here, but all she heard was...
"Please, rise I will have no kneeling to me. What is this about killing? I will also have no killing to be talked about. What's this about a brother? Why would I hurt him, or you for that matter? So confused, why don't you start from the beginning." Kagome added the last part in as a joke.
Sango was just shocked by the fact that she didn't feel a whip. Then all of the other words sunk in to that flabbier-blasted brain of hers. She isn't going to beat me or kill me? I think I need to figure this out. Gathering all the courage she can muster she slowly stood up and once again tried to speak.
"I don't understand." She finally said after a few minutes of trying to speak.
"She knows more then four words!" Kagome said in a mock awe voice, but there was no cruelty in her voice just friendly sarcasm. "Could one of you explain things to her? I would, but I must..." She didn't get to finish her sentence before every one was pushing her out the door and murmuring knowingly.
Chouki turned to her friend and winced because of the pain in her back. This was going to be easy. Or at least easier than if she hadn't met the REAL Kagome and instead met the PUBLIC Kagome.
"Um. Sango everything you think you know about Kagome FORGET. She isn't mean, spoiled, or a brat. She is kind, nice, and the most sincere person you will ever meet. OH, and don't ever HIT HER AGAIN!" Everyone agreed with the last sentence and shouts of, "damn right," and "never again" could be heard. Then everyone went back to his or her chores. That about sums it up. Chouki thought, turning her back and left to do her chores.
Well I'm completely useless. What am I supposed to do?… I could go find the princess since I owe her my life and an apology. With that Sango set off towards the princess room.
Miroku was right it was a long walk to the palace. Inuyasha was tired by the third hour because he hadn't walked this much in a while. Miroku must have noticed because he slowed down. Inuyasha hasn't spoken yet. I wonder what the monsters have done to him. I can clearly see he is smart and has a lot on his mind… if only he would talk. It completely slipped his mindthat Inuyasha isn't allowed to talk. So he tried to strike up a conversation.
"So how where you caught?"
Silence was his only answer. "You know if you don't want to talk at least you can tell me." Miroku said in a grumpy manner. "Hello? Any one in there?" Then he made the almost fatal mistake of hitting Inuyasha over the head with the staff...
(To be continued...)
"Yeah! I finally wrote the fic! Go me!" Runs around until passes out from over exertion. The last word from her mouth is "R&R" as she passes out of consciousness.
Dragonite the dragon shows up and slapped Vicky on the face till she finally gives up and says. "Sorry she is a little crazy, she is my half sister, but she's crazy."