Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor any of its characters.

The plotline for Caged and it's details, however, are mine. Steal and you will be brutally attacked by drunken wolves. You've been warned. --;

Full Summary: They met on the crowded Tokyo streets, and she trusted him enough to meet him the next day. It would be the biggest mistake of her life. Kagome never thought she'd get involved with a murderer, nor did she expect the past he hid. Who she thought was an ordinary boy would turn out to be someone who holds her captive and torments her for an entire year. Yet this serial killer, experinced in what he does, fails to end her life. After being exposed to the dark past he'd kept secret for about 19 long years, Kagome not only drops charges against her tormentor in court, but she even comes to help and even care for him! She's way in over her head, and she has no idea what she's pulling herself into...

Author's Note

- Hello all FF readers! waves I welcome you, as you've stumbled upon my latest and most proud brain-child, Caged. I suggest you read these A's/N, as they're very important in explaining exactly how Caged came to be and why it's written differently than other Fanfictions here on ;3

Caged was actually born quite a while ago. :O In fact, the idea orginally sparked about two years ago. The original concept came from a movie, but it was developed much further to become what it now is today, perfected in my mind to every little detail from beginning to end, my baby of sorts. It has grown quite a bit from where it started from, being rewritten many times over the course of time it has existed.

Caged is not a story; Caged is a roleplay. Thus, Caged is written by two people, each of us playing and writing different roles. I am the original creator of Caged; I thought up the plotlines, and added the details. I also write all of Inuyasha's parts, which is my only role in this particular chapter. I am Silver, owner of this account, and all I just stated. ) My partner is Wildfyre; she writes Kagome and her family mainly at this point in time. Much luff to her. -snugs Wildfyre- This is why it switches back and forth between Inuyasha and Kagome rather quickly, because it was not originally written in story format.

Okay, enough of my rambling. Below is the first Chapter of Caged. The first chapter doesn't get much into the plot as nothing huge happens, but no worries my readers, Caged is already written, so no need to wait on me to write it. :3

Enjoy :)

Caged

--Chapter One: Meeting the Stranger

Tokyo, Japan.

A world of chaos, more or less. A busy place where things were always active, and rushing. The crowds constantly filled the streets and sidewalks of the bustling city, trying desperately to make it to where they needed to be, mumbling about their jobs or school homework that they hadn't finished. People here were so busy with their lives that they had learned to ignore the world around them. They had almost forgotten about anyone else but themselves. It was this selfishness that irritated him the most.

He had watched these people often, feeling the strong dislike for them, even if he knew nothing about who they were. He didn't need to know, watching was merely enough. This city, he just hated it. The smell, the crowdedness, the people... They just did not pay any attention. Horrid things happened right under their stupid noses, and they did nothing, not because they didn't know, but because they didn't care enough to open their eyes and see. Little by little, he was trying to somehow make a difference.

Maybe not in the best method, but nonetheless...

Speaking would do nothing for these people. They did not hear words properly, he had become positive of that, so he had to take it a step further. Show them suffering, terrible but non-fatal suffering. To one, expose them to the situations of those they overlooked, and two, get them to value their lives and stop making complaints about what they had. Then he would merely end their lives, so that when they were reborn, maybe they'd have some more sense than they did previously. He was probably a little sickly twisted, a tad insane, a wee bit mad, but he had very good reasons for having a very screwed up mind.

These people could blame him as a murderer, but it was these people that created this murderer, even though they would never realize or accept that fact. The teenage boy of around 18-19 had never had intentions to do this horrible things years ago; it was only because no one would waste their time to assist him when he desperately needed it that the bitter hate clouded his mind.

So now his bitter, cold as ice golden eyes watched those people, seeking out his next victim, but appearing to be nothing more than a normal teenage boy. He leaned against a tree that stood to the right of a concrete sidewalk, it was located in a small patch of grass between two buildings. He just waited in the shade, under the tree's branches. It was about mid-afternoon, and from what he could tell, not a school day; he assumed it was Saturday, but he never kept track of the days. Silver ears were atop his head, dog-like ears, pointed and twitching at every sound. They poked forth from hair of the same hue, waist-length silver locks, beautifully well kept and shimmering in the sunlight that poked through the tree's branches.

Dagger-sharp claws tapped lightly against the tree's bark, and the boy yawned, revealing the dog-like fangs in his mouth. All these features proved one thing about the boy; he was of hanyou blood, a breed often frowned upon in society, even now when humans and demons were in a peaceful community together. He was an inu hanyou, considering the dog ears. He didn't move much, just appeared to be lazing around, continuing to lean on that tree and silently watch people, trying to hide the hate that glinted deep within his fiery golden eyes.

Such cold, bitter nature would not attract a victim, and he would certainly not approach someone, for that was not his way. Let them get themselves involved, it kept his conscious at bay if he told himself it was their fault.

Agh. Again, she was getting caught up in the tide of busy people that strewed down the crowded sidewalks. She had just left the mall and parted with Eri, Yuka and Ayumi, and she had been on her way home before missing the tram bus because she could not reach it in time. She swore quietly to herself, pushing her way through, almost losing her school bag, which she carried her purchases in.

The girl managed to pull away from the hustle and bustle eventually, her shoulder-length ebony hair tousled and ruffled, her bright brown eyes slightly narrowed as she leaned against a wall, trying to catch her breath. Nearby, he noticed a young boy, but disregarded the thought as she quickly checked her bag to see if everything was there. Good. Now...to find a telephone...

Rather than asking the random jerks pushing through the daily sidewalk traffic, she slowly approached the boy leaning against the tree.

"Um...hello...?"

Golden eyes turned toward the girl, a look of confusion crossing the boy's face for a moment, his silver dog-like ears pricking forward. He blinked once or twice, before shaking his head, and mumbling to himself about something. He glanced at the girl once more, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"Yes?" He questioned quietly, feigning his confusion, as he stood straight, no longer leaning against the tree. "Can I...help you with something?"

How fortunate for him that a girl approach him out of no where. If she was anything like the kind of person he was looking for, then fate was kind to him today. If he could manage to be friendly with her and hang around her long enough, he could search her for signs he wanted to see in future victims. Self-pity...any signs or evidence of self harm or attempted suicide...intense complaining about simpe things in life... Usually he found one of these qualities, sometimes all of them, in a teenage girl like this one.

"Um, yes, please. I need to find payphone or something, but I have no clue where to look. Could you direct me anywhere in particular?" She didn't like the thought of walking home alone, especially if her mother was to find out that she did. Even Grandpa had his complaints when it was about her being able to take care of herself. Or, in her guardians' eyes, not being able to take care of herself.

She tilted her head slightly as she observed him: bright amber eyes and sleek silver hair. And she noted the dog ears. Very cute dog ears. And when she felt the sudden urge to touch them, she blinked in surprise, shaking her head.

"I'm afraid there's not much I can do for you. I have no idea where a payphone would be," the boy replied, with a small shrug, "sorry about that." The silver ears flicked back and forth, molten amber eyes watching her but not staring, for that would be very rude. "My best advice would be to find a store with a phone open to public use. 'Cause in Tokyo, even if you found a payphone, you may have to wait in an hour-long line to use it."

She was a very pretty girl, he admitted mentally. She held a bit more beauty than his other victims; this was not fact, but his own opinion, many he was sure would find some of his others much more beautiful. Not that he much cared for looks. He wasn't in this for attraction.

"Ah." She looked away, slightly disappointed. "I guess there's nothing to do but walk, but of course, mom isn't going to like that." She sighed, hanging her head in defeat. "Well, thanks anyway." She cocked her head and smiled slightly.

"Also, are you a youkai, by any chance? Your ears..." She glanced at them in question.

"You're half right. Hanyou," he replied, said ears twitching back and forth. It wasn't something he sounded very excited to admit, his bloodline was far from a good quality. He'd had his mixed blood rubbed in his face his entire life, but he wasn't going to lie to himself about what he was either. That would be useless.
He'd just have to manage, and face it, hanyou were not meant for socialization, especially with the many shallow-minded people of the world.

"Really? That must be awesome, what with the claws and the fangs and the super senses and all." She grinned, almost geekily, as if she was one of those nerds that read too many comic books. "Bet it makes life easier, ne? Oh! By the way, my name's Kagome!"

She held out her hand happily in greetings. "What's yours?"

"You could say that, but I wouldn't say a hanyou's life is particularly...easy," the inu hanyou replied, with a few flicks of his ears. He watched her, listening to her name silently, "Kagome...I like that."

His eyes gazed down to her hand, and he extended his own after a moment, shaking her hand quickly, minding his claws. He didn't want them to draw blood just yet. "My name's Inuyasha. Nice to meet you."

"Really? Heh, my father named me that, but, I don't like it much. He left us about when I was six, never to return." She shrugged, turning her attention to his name. "Inuyasha, eh? That's a rather beautiful name," she added, eyes gleaming. She shook back enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you, too."

She tilted her head back and forth, almost like a dance, as she pondered asking him something. "Well...if you're not doing anything...would you like to come with me? I'm not supposed to be walking alone, and when we get there, we could treat you to dinner or something." She smiled warmly. "My mother is quite the cook. Best around, in my opinion."

"Heh, when I was named, I don't think 'beautiful,' was quite my parents' intent," Inuyasha shrugged, ears flicking. 'Quite the opposite, in fact...'

"I really don't have any plans so...I suppose accompanying you won't be so bad, it would give us time to get to know each other a little better. Which sounds nice," he nodded, mentally smirking; this was going just in the direction he needed.

"Well, come with me, then," she chirped, pleased. She began to head down the sidewalk in measured steps, trying to think of something to talk about.

"So...you like animals?"

The inu hanyou followed alongside the girl, glancing at her occasionally, but spending most of his time looking around, silently thinking about things. When she spoke, his ears pricked forward, and he glanced at her with his amber eyes.

"Animals? Never had much contact with them...but I suppose I'd like some species," he replied with a shrug, blinking at the odd conversation; well, odd for teenagers.

"Nothing in particular, then? Hopefully you don't have a problem with cats, do you?" She noted the presence of Buyo at home. "I've got one, so I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't have an allergy against them or anything."

Inuyasha shrugged, "I have never come into contact with a cat before. I suppose we'll see."

"I suppose so. Heh." She turned the corner of the sidewalk, stopping before a huge flight of stairs. "Yep. We live at a shrine. And these steps...they're torture." She smiled a little awkwardly before beginning to climb. Eventually, they were able to approach the house. Kagome slid the paper door open, slipping out of her shoes.

"Mother, I'm home!" she called before turning to let Inuyasha in. "You can leave your shoes by the door. The kitchen is the room on the left." She smiled warmly before disappearing into said kitchen.

The hanyou nodded, pretty much just following her example, having never been in a normal household so...eh, he wasn't exactly sure what to do or anything of the sort.

She turned to him as he followed after her. "I hope you like 'kitsune udon,'" she chirped. "It's a specialty of my mother's." She turned around and pointed to the woman with short black hair in an apron working at the stove. "This is my mother." She turned back to her mother. "And mom, this is Inuyasha. He was quite kind in escorting me back from the main city."

The woman went over to the sink to wash flower and fish from her hands before turning to the boy, drying her hands on the apron around her waist. She held out her hand, smiling. "How do you do, Inuyasha? It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, also," the inu hanyou replied, with a nod of his head as he gently shook her hand quickly, again keeping the sharp tips of his claws in mind. "I'm fine," he said in response to her question, "how are you?" Inuyasha didn't exactly know what polite was, but he was trying to achieve such behavior. He had never had to deal with his victim's parents or family before, but he assumed it would be more trust worthy if he was to stick around a bit.

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you." She smiled warmly, rushing back to the stove as she realized that the udon was beginning to boil over.

"Er...have a seat right over here," she said, pointing to the table by the window that had four chairs about it. "Any seat is okay. I'll get the drinks."

Inuyasha nodded, just sitting in the seat closest to him already, looking around a bit. A normal household intrigued him a bit, it was so different than what he was used to. Of course, it arose a bit of bitterness in him, but his grand skills at acting and hiding emotions could subdue that.

She pulled out several cups from the cabinet and turned around for a second. "Do you want water, or tea, or milk or something?"

Aoi, on the other hand, set out bowls for five and ladeled out five helpings of her udon soup. She pushed one bowl towards Inuyasha with a set of chopsticks in hand. "Hope you like spices okay," she noted before putting the empty dish in the sink.

Glancing at Kagome, the inu hanyou shrugged, silver dog ears pricking forward. "I don't really care, either way. Water would be fine." He nodded slightly, and soon after mumbled a small 'thanks,' to Aoi/Mrs. Higurashi. He didn't particularly hope this visit lasted too long, he was far too antisocial for this type of thing, but he supposed it wouldn't be too bad, the food smelled really good.

Kagome bobbed her head and poured water into the glasses from a clear pitcher in the fridge. She carried them to the table, setting one in front of Inuyasha and the rest in their respective places. Then she sat directly across from him and pulled her own bowl to her, blowing to cool it off before eating.
"So, what do you think?"

"Mm, it's nice, very good," the inu hanyou nodded, glancing at her, golden eyes gleaming. He wasn't all that comfortable here, but he did like the food, eating quickly but not too quickly. It was not often that he ate anything other than fastfood, unable to cook himself and having absolutely no one to cook for him. He had limited funds, too, so it wasn't like he ate everyday, wasn't like he had to. This was his first meal in a few days, only making it taste better since he was just beginning to feel the irritating plague of hunger. Though it was far from unbearable, after going months upon months eating very little, his body had learned to adjust. If he ate meals too close together, he would actually become somewhat ill.

Such a complicated life and lifestyle he had.

Complicated indeed. Kagome had finished her bowl after little bit, carrying the dish to the sink and washing it quickly. She came back to sit and pick up her mother's bowl. "You finished yet, Inuyasha?" she asked, waiting before she would finish off the dishes.

The inu hanyou nodded in response, ears pricking when she spoke. He had probably finished before her. He seemed to have a habit of eating quickly, though he supposed being of youkai blood had something to do with it. His speed outranked a human's, even when he wasn't eating too quickly. He handed the bowl to her.
She grabbed with with her freehand and whisked them through the sink before coming back.

"Well, unless you've got something else to do, would like to stay and talk? We can understand if you're busy or something, though."

"Mm, I'm not sure," Inuyasha replied, standing, "I don't think I have much more free time, not tonight at least. As much as getting to know you better interests me, I should probably be going soon..."

"Aww, well that sucks." She sighed. "But, it can't be helped." She walked him to the door. "So...any clue when I could see you again? It would be a shame for you to just up and leave."

"I truthfully have no idea. Usually when you run into someone in this busy city, you're not likely to run into them again, heh. Unless you really want to stay in contact, in which case...we could just plan to run into each other," the hanyou shrugged, his ears twitching.

"Um, sure. But where, though?"

"So you'd want to?"

She shrugged. "I can't see why not."

"Be sure, then," the hanyou shrugged as well, "If you are, I'd be glad to write an address down for you. You could meet me there."

"Mm'kay, then." She went to the pedestal by the door and retrieved a pencil and notepad. "Here you go."

Inuyasha mumbled a quiet thanks, taking the notepad and pencil from her, keeping it only long enough to scribble down an address and quick directions. Then he returned them to her, nodding, "There ya go."

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then?" She smiled and placed the notepad back inside.

Inuyasha nodded, his silver dog-like ears pricking forward. "Yeah, see you then. Bye," he waved a little, to add a slight amount of friendliness to his exit, before he left.

Once he was walking on the sidewalk amongst the other people of Tokyo, the hanyou looked up, seeing only a starless velvet sky. "That went well," he mumbled to himself, "Saves me some time when things are that easy."

She smiled and waved back before turning around and heading inside.

Author's Note

Well, there you have it, the beginning of a very twisted, sick, and bloody fanfic. 8D I would highly appreciate reviews as long as you're not trying to flame me. ;3 I don't appreciate flames, and it's a good way to get on my bad side. It's immature on top of that. -rolls eyes-

A huge thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read this story! I do hope you stick around as the plot progresses and becomes deeper and deeper. :D

-Silver and Wildfyre-