Hey, sorry I just needed to break away from another story I am writing because It isn't going the way I imagined and then this idea popped into my head and blah blah blah. I hope you like it!

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Model 227

Chapter One: Model 227

"Model number 227 please report to the main room for transfer. Model number 227 please report to the main room for transfer." The voice echoed over the microphone in the quiet and packed concrete rooms. This was hell, or close to it for the dirty people that laid sprawled out onto the cold floors.

Sad sight this is, these poor people were stolen from their homes at young ages and thrown into the slave trade. The slave trade was ran by a man named Kaiak Ima Logat. He was considered one of the biggest criminals of this century but no one could ever prove he was the slave trader because no one had a birth record of his existence.

All the police could ever go by was what the escaped people of this under ground hell could tell them. At least that's what Kagome Higurashi heard through the whispers of the people sleeping around her. If that was in fact true though, there wouldn't be much to go by. All they ever knew was name and how the placed look. The guards were all demons but that wouldn't help them go get arrested, knowing a name sure would though.

Everyone in this under ground slave camp had a name. And there name was written down on a paper when they arrived and then a number was burned into their neck. 227.

Model 227? Why did that sound familiar to her?

It took her a few moments after awaking from her sleep to realized that that was her number being called over the microphone. She rubbed the black mark on her neck for a few seconds as she sat up. A transfer? She had never gone through this before? What did she do? Where was the main room? Does she go right now?

All good questions she wanted to ask a guard, but she knew if she even approached a guard all they would do is give her a disgusted look. Maybe spat at her and then curse her to hell before walking away. Nobody was nice her, especially to a slave.

She looked around at the sleeping people around her. It wasn't until one of the guards came into the room calling for Model 227 that Kagome picked herself up. She stared at the dark hair light skinned demon for all of three seconds before he spat and demanded for her to walk to him. She approached him with caution, her fingers running up her arms as her heart started to thud louder and louder inside of her chest.

"Model 227?" He asked looking down at her. Kagome was a frail looking girl, she wasn't as malnourished as those around her. She had only been thrown into the slave trade 5 days after her 16th birthday. That was 2 months ago, approximately 65 days. Kagome never stopped counting.

Although she did manage to drop about 20 pounds since she first came in she still looked relatively normal. Her hour glass figure shrunk to look more like a medium side twig slightly bent in the figure. Her chest had flattened a bit, her legs became somewhat weak, and her arms started to show some bone.

But compared to everyone else she looked like a goddess, her hair still had a shine and her eyes still, even though it was very small, had a glimpse of hope.

Kagome nodded her head at the guard, and although he knew she was probably telling the truth he brushed her hair back from her neck and checked her marking anyway. To many people had tried to sneak out of their area for a transfer, after 4 or 5 managed to sneak away security had to become tight.

The man turned to the two guards behind him and nodded his head, the two guards circled behind Kagome and grabbed her thin arms before shoving her out of the room. They were shocked at how she didn't fight back, usually people try to reach out to their family or friends. But Kagome had no one here, the only person she actually became close to was put to death last week for trying to steal an extra bowl of soup. It was a quick death, no one heard her cries of suffering. It was a great relief, sometimes the guards instead test out their strength and pull at the prisoners arms until they rip into two people. Those days, no one gets any sleep.

But since Kaiak last came to visit his most "prestigious" camp things changed. The guards got new clothes, heavier weapons, more slaves came in and the food got slightly tastier. Some praised the dictator for forcing the guards to give more rations of bread, but in the end he still was the evil bastard who got them into this.

He was just an evil bastard with a heart.

Kagome decided to take this walk with the guards as an opportunity to look around. She hadn't been in long hallway since she first came into the slave trade.

"Get use to the dark.." Ganet, the woman she befriended had told her when she first came. "And when you start work tomorrow grab one of the leather belts scattered around. These clothing.." She tugged at the black pants she was wearing "are the only ones you get. A belt will hold up the pants, some girls tight rubber bands from the supply tables onto the back of their shirts. Try to keep everything covered so they don't pick you.."

"Pick me for what..?" Kagome asked.

But Ganet only shook her head and pointed her finger at the girl "Pray that you never have to find out."

Kagome shivered at the memory and tried to wipe it from her mind by closing her eyes. But the guard to her left shoved her from behind and forced her eyes open "Keep moving." He snapped.

Kagome nodded and lowered her head as she clutched at her top. Ganet had been a great help, the belt and rubber band was a smart idea. Ganet was full of them, she missed her a lot. As a single tear left Kagome's eyes she quickly brought her hand up to wipe it away, a sign of weakness.

"Never show weakness..." Ganet whispered as she laid close to Kagome. The guards were doing their weekly inspection of the rooms. The girls were forced to lay on their backs arm to arm with each other as the guards walk over and around them. They were checking their sleeping bags and their bodies. Some of them laughed at how the girls tried to cover themselves, others spat and cursed. Most of the time the men looked at them with hungry eyes, but the truly hateful ones looked at them as if they were items. Guess that's were the model code came from.

"If you show weakness...then they will make you pay for it.." Ganet whispered again.

"Why?" Kagome asked.

"Because they can.." Ganet mumbled.

Once again Kagome shook her head to release the memory from her mind. That was the second week she was there, and she wished she had never came. It wasn't suppose to be like this, she only got taken because of her heroism. Isn't the hero suppose to be praised and not destroyed? None of it made sense to Kagome.

She was walking with her mother to a supermarket when a van pulled up next to them. One of the two men in the back of the car asked if they wanted a lift, Kagome's mom said no and then the door opened. Kagome reacted quickly shoving her mother out of the way of the two men who tried to grab her. As her mother fell to the ground Kagome was grabbed from behind and thrown into the back of the dark and cold car.

"Grab the woman!" One of the men shouted.

"Not enough time someone will see! Go we got one!" The man behind Kagome yelled as he shut the door of the van.

That was the last day Kagome saw sunlight, her family, friends, and her mother. She could hear the screams of her mother as the car drove away but after a while all she heard was the screeching of the tires as the van made sharp turns at every corner.

That was the worst memory of all. The look on her mothers face as the door shirt, the smell of chloroform as the men draped a white napkin over her mouth. And then the awakening. When she first opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was darkness. Then she felt her clothes and realized they had been changes, then she heard the moans and cries of people around her. Some woman at first were nice to Kagome, telling her where she was and what to do. Others didn't bother to talk to her, instead they decided it be better to cry to themselves and beg for god to free them.

Ganet was the nicest to her though, and Kagome will forever be grateful to the 20 year old woman. She constantly snuck extra food out to Kagome and on cold nights they would share their blankets. Keeping close under the thin lays of itchy fabric.

Finally Kagome and the three men surrounding her came to a stop at the end of long hallway. She had squinted at first due to the bright light, but her eyes adjusted eventually. But when the guard opened the door in front of them she squeezed her eyes shut. It was warm the light the hit her face, but it was oh so bright. Kagome thought her eyes would melt out of their sockets but soon she became use to it.

"Model 227?" A new voice asked from the door. Kagome nodded her head and squinted her eyes to see a man with a red button down shirt and white long hair in front of the black haired man. They exchanged a few words, a handshake and then the man in front of Kagome left with the guards. Kagome tilted her head in confusion, the white haired man was alone. Didn't he think she would run? Why had the guards left? Was she free?

No she was not free, not by a long shot. This man gave Kagome a gentle smile but then grabbed her by the bicep and pulled her through the door way. It was warm and the fresh air made Kagome's body shake. She hadn't been outside in over two months. Her excessively pale skin was the obvious proof. The man gave Kagome another smile and then walked her slowly to a white car on the side of the long cement building. The inside made it look a lot smaller than it really was. But that was just Kagome's assumption.

The man was very sweet when it came to handling Kagome, but when he opened the back door of the car he became a little rougher. He shoved her into the back seat and cuffed both of her hands to the back of the front seat before getting into the drivers seat. Kagome didn't ask questions and the man didn't bother to know why.

Until half an hour into the car ride.

"Your awfully quiet." The man said looking back at Kagome. When she merely looked returned his chase he shrugged. "Usually people are booming with questions."

"people..." Kagome asked looking up at him. The sound of her voice startle. Her at first. She hasn't spoken since Ganet died, she actually forgot what she sounded like.

"Huh?" He asked With a confused expression.

"You said people..." Kagome said.

"You are a person aren't you?" He asked.

"Usually..the guards act as is..we're just items...things to beat..." Kagome muttered.

"We'll, I'm different." The man said with a soft smile.

"Where am I going?" The question he had been waiting to hear, was finally asked.

"Home." He said.

"Really?!" Kagome said as her body perched up from behind the seat.

"Yes. You are going to your new home." The man replied.

Kagome's smile dropped from her grave as quickly as it came. Her body sunk back into her seat and she felt at be happiness that just soared through her cripple into a pit of sadness.

"New home..?" She muttered.

"Yes.." The man said noticing her sad expression. "Your coming home with me. You will be working at my house. I am Inuyasha Taisho, you are Kagome HIgurashi. You should feel honored, I specifically chose you."

When he saw that Kagome only sunk deeper into her seat he sighed "it's better than rotting away in that hell hole?" He asked.

And then Kagome's eyes met Inuyasha's gaze in the rear view mirror. "I wasn't rotting..." She sighed "I was surviving..."