A/N: I got this idea a few weeks ago and I thought maybe it would be a good thing to write. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Rumiko Takahashi, VIZ, and Sunrise are the owners of Inuyasha. I'm only writing for my personal entertainment.
Asylum for Demons Chapter 1: Session
The walls of the room were padded with thick white cushions on all four bare walls. Nothing was inside the room only its occupant…its prisoner of lost sanity. But was he really insane? All was still, he could only hear his shallow breaths and his heart beat and the faint footsteps echoing from beyond the cell in which they confined him to. To be exact, he had been there for nearly seven years of his extensive life, he had lost everything.
The woman of his dreams, the outside world, his freedom, his dignity and his reasoning were all vague memories of the once glorious past he had lived. But now he had nothing, he didn't even have the right to call his life his own. His life was now on the boarders of reality and insanity.
It was his entirefault, if he had never interfered; if he had never said what he had said and did what he had did, than he wouldn't be here. Sesshoumaru stared straight ahead to one of the four identical walls that was his cell. He had nothing else to stare at; the cell had no windows, no images of the world he had been neglected.
The only time the former demon lord of the Western Land got the privilege to admire the beauty of the world of reality was when they came for him to take him to his monthly psychiatric sessions. In a few more minutes he would be reacquainted with a lost love, the fresh air, the sun and reality.
Sesshoumaru cocked his head to the side when he heard the rustle of various cell keys, they were there for him. His once shimmering silver tresses were now turgid silver, with what he ate; there was no way for his locks of beauty, claws or eyes to be like they were once. His silver strands were covering his translucent pale face; his once florid lips were pressed in a thin line. He hadn't smiled or frowned in years.
The cushioned door opened to reveal the same guards that committed travesty against him everyday. The houshi and the kitsune had been assigned as his escorts to each session for the past eighty-four months he had spent in the Elapsed Asylum (A/N: couldn't think up a good name. Sorry about that.) The door slowly opened and bright light nearly caused the ex-demon lord to scream.
Miroku and Shippou smirked; this was the best part and worst part of their job. Sesshoumaru would occasional snap and try to kill them, but the worst part of the job was having to deal with the eerie silence the youkai made. Sesshoumaru didn't waste his little energy or time looking at them; he knew the process all too well.
"Alright Sesshy boy, you know the drill, stand up and face the wall." Miroku used the bayonet to poke the demon lord, Sesshoumaru didn't respond, he simply stood up and faced the wall with a blank expression. His eyes were narrowed, but not from angry, not even from annoyance, only sadness.
From behind he could hear the rustle of the straitjacket that would be placed on him. Shippou held the straitjacket in front of him; Sesshoumaru positioned himself for the jacket to be placed onto him. When the jacket was secured and the metal collar was placed around his neck with a stainless-steel chain which Miroku held, they left the demon lord's cell in silence.
The west wing was where they were heading to for his monthly psychiatric sessions. It was the place where each and every demon confined to this hell like prison went for therapy, evaluations, and sessions. All these things and more were part of Sesshoumaru's refined life. As they pasted various cells, one cell in particular caught Sesshoumaru's undivided attention.
He could hear malice laughter escaping from the cell, the laugh was unmistakable. It was Naraku's malevolent laughter; the hanyou as well had been thrown into Elapsed Asylum four years ago. The ebony haired hanyou had once been a hanyou of intelligence, pose and wickedness, but when they had thrown him into this place, he had changed different. Change wasn't the correct word; it was more like he had become more deranged then how he had been before.
Naraku screamed hysterically as he sensed his former revile passing by; Sesshoumaru glared at the door and could comprehend what the vile hanyou whispered through the door. "He's here Sesshoumaru; he's here to finish what he started before he threw you in here with these nuts! How do you like them apples Sesshy boy?! Ha-ha, I can already picture the images you two will create! Bring me back his head, you can have his heart!" Sesshoumaru grunted, he looked away and continued on with a blank expression.
He wasn't sure what Naraku had been talking about, he hadn't had a visitor in years, so who the hell could it be? Nothing came to his mind, Rin was busy dealing with her own life, Jaken was watching over Rin, that damn miko was fucking his brother and baring him all the pups he wanted, his damn father was dead, his mother, oh yes his beloved mother had betrayed her son and encouraged that they throw him in here for his own safety. Safety his ass!
The left the east wing of the asylum and entered the heart of the asylum. This was where each wing would cross to lead both patients and employees to the four wings. Each wing was for a specific type of madness. The south wing was for those who were completely gone from this world; the north wing was for the vegetables, the east wing in which they had Sesshoumaru dwelling in was for those who still were functional and still had a bit of conscious. And the west wing was where they would escort the patients to see their therapist, doctors, and if this case, psychiatric.
At the moment the four pathways were mellow, the only sort of movements that were occupying the pathways were employees pushing gurneys with various ranges of mentally ill demons. All the demons that pasted Sesshoumaru were demons he once knew to be ruthless, vile, cruel, but now they were empty shells. They had it worst them him, at least he still had his memories and a will to live, but them, they were the real walking dead.
Sesshoumaru was tugged along; he lowered his head and kept on walking gradually. They came to a stop; the demon lord didn't look up. He thought they were in front of one of the small interview rooms they usually used, but when Sesshoumaru looked up he was facing a thick oak door. For once in seven years, he furrowed his black brows; he wasn't sure why he was here. He gave both guards a puzzled expression before the doors were opened and he was literally thrown in.
He stumbled forward barely catching himself from falling to the red carpeted floor. Sesshoumaru was still imprisoned in the straitjacket which limited his movement; he didn't both to toss back his silver hair from his face, what was the point? He had no reason to look his best. Even if he hadn't seen his reflection in a vanity, he got many, and by many, I meant many hollers on how good looking he was from the sane and insane.
He ignored them all; he didn't care anymore if he was still the definition of pulchritude and imperious, he gave that all away. Sesshoumaru rose his head and scanned the room in which he found himself standing still in. his eyes adjusted to the dim light shining from behind the thick red curtains of the room. Two entire walls were encased with the most intellectual tomes he had ever seen. Not even the western palace library bared such books of knowledge.
The entire room was furnished with only the library, a long leather divan, an immense writing desk, himself and the person who had his back to the demon lord and was staring out the window. Sesshoumaru for once in thirty-one days could see the sun. It was beautiful, he had missed it greatly. The person behind the desk didn't look at his patient, he simply gestured his hand indicating for Sesshoumaru to lie down on the divan.
Sesshoumaru stared at the figure and felt a peg of irritation course through him, he didn't know what the hell was going on, but he wanted to know. He arched his brow, he opened his mouth and tried to produce a string of words, but since he hardly used his voice, he had forgotten how to speak. A gasp escaped from his ivory pink lips, if his hands hand not been trapped within the straitjacket, he would have brought his hands to the base of his throat.
Once more he tried desperately to utter something but the only thing that came out from his mouth was low howls. The figure behind the desk said nothing; he observed the former arrogant taiyoukai from the reflection the immense glass window produced for him to see behind him. After three minutes of re-mastering the art of speech, Sesshoumaru's melodious voice returned to him. It wasn't completely back to normal, but it was still racy.
He lay down on the divan and swore he had heard the figure chuckle softly, but he dismissed the laughter and muttered, "Who are you?" the figure smirked, but didn't let his patient see his grin. He shrugged and answered, "Who I am does not matter Sesshoumaru, my name is not of importance nor should you care." The figure was disguising his voice to the point where Sesshoumaru could only be lead to the possibility that he had once known this person on the outside world, but now he couldn't remember.
At a few minutes of silence, the psychiatric leaned back against his leather armchair and said in a soothing voice, "You my begin Sesshoumaru, I will not interrupt." Sesshoumaru blinked, just who the hell was this person? What the hell was he suppose to start talking about, usually they would ask him something about his life and he would answer it briefly, but this psychiatric wanted him to do what exactly?
The psychiatric smiled in the confinements of his mind, he still did not look at the ex-demon lord and stated calmly, "From what I have read and heard about you, you are not one to follow orders, then why do you resent this opportunity to not obey what another orders from you? I am not asking you to tell me about a specific course of your life, you have the choice to waste your time here and say nothing or you can say something that has been plaguing your mind. It's your choice Sesshoumaru, I'm not going to say anything until you are finished and even then I wouldn't have a right to say anything."
Those words, they ringed a bell, but nothing. Sesshoumaru glared at the psychiatric with narrowed and confused eyes, what did his mind want to say? Was there really anything to say, he had said everything except for a few things he had failed to say. Was now the time to say them, those thoughts and images were what plagued his mind during the late hours of the night, those thoughts were the reason why he was here…and because of him!
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and said, "You stand correct, I am not one to stand for another to order me about, but…I have nothing to start with. Ask what you wish to know, I will not decline you the right to ask." The psychiatric said nothing for a few minutes, he frowned and said after the long silence, "Why do you ask me? I said before you are entitled to say whatever you wish, I will listen and not say anything, are you willing to give away this opportunity because nothing enters your mind?"
"This is not freedom; this is a damn hell hole in which I have been imprisoned for seven years of my life that I will never see again. I could care less what you or anyone asks me, just ask. I'm not too thrilled to know if you feel like it, I can be sent back to my cell and lock me away for another thirty days without fresh air and sun." his words were dripping with venom, he just wanted for this…this torture to ask him something, anything damn it!
There was only so much solitude one could tolerant before the chains of reason rusted and decayed to allow the hold of insanity to seize ones mind and corrupt it with ignorance! That was something Sesshoumaru secretly feared, he feared giving into the grasp of insanity, he wasn't even sure if he was already insane, but he wanted to fight. The psychiatric saw Sesshoumaru's pale features turn sad and pensive, he was thinking, that was an excellent sign.
"If I am not interrupting your train in intense thought, I will ask you one thing and one thing only." Sesshoumaru stared at the psychiatric with twinkling golden gems, he grunted, "I said ask did I not?" even if he was insane or sane, Sesshoumaru was still discourteous, but that was something that was embedded in his blood and genes. It would never be changed.
"Why are you here, why have you been captured from the world of reality and placed in the dimension of the mentally unstable?" Sesshoumaru's lips formed a malevolent smirk, this was the same topic in which he indulged his mind in during his waking hours when they did not drug him and force him to sleep. The smirk was small, but it was still malevolent. He once more closed his eyes and whispered, "You have an excellent choice in questioning, I myself have asked the same question and each time I have come to the same conclusion: the hanyou."
The hanyou: That was where the session commenced.
-End Chapter-
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading, this was really supposed to be a one chapter story, but I think it deserves two more chapters don't you? I've always wanted to see what Sesshoumaru would look like in a straitjacket and in an asylum laying down on a leather divan with someone questioning him. I'll update soon, good night!
P.S. One question though, I'm not sure if this suppose be T or M rated, if you will please do me the honor in telling me what you wish this story to be, I will be at your eternal gratitude if you tell me what you wish this fan fiction to be rated if T or M. For the mean time, it will be T rated. Thank you and bye!