Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor any of it's characters.

However the plot and ideas of Caged are mine.

-nods-

Author's Note

Well, here is chapter two of Caged. ) So far, the review section is kinda dead, but I just put this Fanfic up a few days ago so I'm not surprised. XD As long as I continue to update, there will be a higher chance of people reading, right?

In this chapter, the real plot begins. The last chapter was basically the introduction leading up to the chaos. This chapter introduces a huge part of the story, and it's much more interesting than the last one, I promise. lD

A small Warning: This chapter is a bit more graphic, and the Fic from this point on will mention some sensetive topics, such as rape, ect., so if you're uncomfortable with that, don't read it. This story is rated M for a reason, kiddies. ;D

Caged

Chapter 2: Capture and Torment

Kagome walked along the sidewalk, her eyes focused on the notepad in one hand as she ate a poptart with the other. Hmm. Where exactly is this, anyway? She went where her feet took her, following Inuyasha's directions.

Those directions would lead her throughout very strange areas, places seemingly alien to Tokyo. Crowds thinned, and soon there were few people at all. Eventually, Kagome would find herself alone. The brightness of shops and the towering business buildings would not tower above her head, rather she would find herself in an area of old, run down buildings, no longer used and suffering from severe damage from the weather and merely time itself. Old warehouses previously used for storage, and other such things. It was empty, and quiet, an odd thing indeed for Tokyo or Japan in general. The windows of the buildings were other boarded with rotted wood or the glass was broken. Some buildings looked as if they would soon collapse, others made of stronger material showed the weather's wrath, with rust among other things. There was no sign of the silver-haired hanyou as of yet.

Kagome was wringing the patch of the notepad paper in her hands, looking nervous. This was definitely not a good idea. This place was so...shady. Abandoned. Damn straight creepy, really. She stopped and sighed, turning around to head back.

"Maybe I took a wrong turn," she mumbled. Or maybe she read the address wrong. Maybe he gave her the wrong directions? She looked at the paper, scrutinizing every letter Inuyasha had written on the note.

The letters and handwriting itself was a bit poor, but that couldn't be helped. It was miracle he could read and write at all, things he had been forced to teach himself. School had not been a factor in his life, and the hanyou's intelligence came from self-teaching alone. However, everything was correct.

"Oh you didn't," the voice seemed to come from nowhere, answering her doubts, as did its owner, as the inu hanyou appeared behind her quite suddenly, and his voice break the silence without warning. "This is the right place. I hope finding it was fairly easy for you." The boy tilted his head slightly, looking at her, his dog ears pricked forward.

"Yeep!" She flinched and turned around quickly, almost unbalancing herself. "...oh, hi." She placed her hand over her racing heart. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Don't do that. Aagh." She shook her head, but looked back at him. "Why did you want to meet here of all places?"

"Well, this is about the only place in Tokyo with no crowds," the hanyou replied. An odd tone echoed slightly in his voice, and there was a somewhat sadistic glint in his eyes, though it was near impossible to see. "I absolutely hate crowds," he had looked away, but now turned clear cold eyes on the girl, "But I hate people in general. Hate is such a strong emotion, though," he went on, moving toward Kagome, obviously aiming to arose fear in her, merely by the way he spoke and gazed at her, "and it drives people to do terrible things...such terrible, psychotic things. I do thank you so much for deciding to show yourself here, despite what an odd area it is. It means very much to me. However," he paused, close enough to her now to grab her, which he soon attempted to do, quite forcefully. His actions were meant to secure her hands behind her back with the strong grip of one clawed hand, and subdue any type of scream with the other clawed hand by covering her mouth. Only then would he continue to speak, saying only, "it may have been the stupidest thing you ever decided to do."

At first, she blinked at him with the "What the hell is wrong with you?" look, but she began to find herself backing off when he approached. Something was definitely weird about this guy, but before she could think anything else he had lunged. She squirmed and struggled, trying to get free but she knew it was pointless. She couldn't make a sound but the sound of her screaming muffled by his hand.

"Poor naive girl," the hanyou shook his head, faking pity in his voice, "How do they always end up being so stupid, though? Oh well," he shrugged. Soon his hand lifted from her mouth, only long enough for him to quickly deliver a swift blow to her head, which he knew she couldn't possibly dodge since he still held her in place. This blow would hopefully send the girl into darkness, as he was intending to knock her unconscious for easier transportation. Considering he had knocked out many before her, it wasn't likely that she would remain conscious, he had developed a skill of hitting the right place to send them into the black abyss of unconsciousness.

And it apparently showed. Kagome was having trouble thinking straight, and the blow to her head didn't help as everything swirled into a vortex of nothingness and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Kagome moaned slightly, her head pounding painfully as the world began to spin into place, blurry and displaced. She felt the vertigo of waking up hit her, and she felt sick. She blinked her eyes to clear her vision, trying to figure out where she was, and where the hell that bastard had gone.

'That bastard,' sat not to far from where she was, glancing at her occasionally. All that could be seen of him was his molten amber eyes, that shone in the darkness of the room she was in. Poor Kagome would probably not see much else other than the hanyou's lantern eyes, as it was completely dark in the room where she was located. Hopefully, though, she would see better, though not well, when her eyes adjusted to the darkness, as human eyes tended to do.

The girl would find her arms held above her head, her wrists chained, and the chain that bound her wrists was attached to the ceiling. She hung from this chain by her wrists, her feet barely touching the ground. They were located in one of the abandoned buildings of the area, in a room without windows, but a doorway that only lead into more darkness throughout the rest of the dark building. There was a strong scent of blood in the air, but no scent of death nor decay, the bodies of past victims had been stored in other buildings in the abandoned area as to avoid such problems as the scent they caused.

Inuyasha must have seen her eyes open, as his eyes could see perfectly fine in the darkness surrounding the two beings, because he stood from whatever he'd been sitting on, and moved so that he was standing in front of her. At which point he looked her over, and if she could have seen his face well enough, she would know it held no emotion as of yet. "Welcome back to consciousness, girl. Hopefully you won't suffer too bad of a headache, that always puts them in such an irritable mood, and I'd rather not get annoyed with your screaming, not today. I don't take that very well, annoyance."

Things about the hanyou had definitely changed, he seemed entirely different from the boy she had met on the streets of Tokyo. His voice was incredibly cold, hinted with bitterness, and lined with hate. His eyes were hard, and cold also, a bit of insanity swirling in their depths, and further beneath the surface lay large amounts of pain, usually hidden to others unless they were just really skilled at reading one's eyes. This did not seem like a being ever capable of smiling, a fake smile or a serene one.

"The hell I have a headache," Kagome growled, glaring at him with her still-blurry vision. She shut her eyes to try and stop the slight dizziness before looking at his face more clearly. She knew screaming would mean nothing, so she stayed quiet. At least she had enough mind about her to at least think a little bit, though the thoughts were quite fuzzy, still.

"Where are we?" was all she managed to say, brown eyes focusing more and more intently on those cold golden ones in front of her.

The icy eyes stared right back into hers, narrowed slightly, though showing no anger or hate toward her. He just held anger and hate within him, directed at two very cruel and hopefully very dead people, though his emotions just seemed to get blasted out on those around him also.

"You are located in an abandoned warehouse. It has a bit of old junk further into it, but otherwise is empty besides my personal supplies. It is no longer used by anyone except me and possibly a stray cat here or there. This place for you, though, is more like a prison rather than a warehouse. I'm sure you've received that impression already," his eyes trailed up toward the chains binding her. "Now it is your prison, and eventually it will become your murder scene, and then your tomb. The rest of your life will be spent in these walls. I say so to rid you of hope, there is no need for you to rely on it only to have it fail you. I will not hide my intentions from you at this point. Nothing about your fate will be hidden to you, there is no point in that. I won't lead you on, I find giving the cold and bitter truth much more effective."

"Of course I've gotten the impression. You've done quite well in doing that," she responded disdainfully, eyeing the dark room and wiggling her wrists against the chain binds. Though, when he began to talk of killing her, he had grabbed her attention.

"One question- actually, two. First, what the hell do you want with me, and second, why are you doing this?" She glared angrily at him but said nothing more.

"I want absolutely nothing from you, unless your life counts, but it's not as if I'm taking it from you for personal gain. I wouldn't let something as silly as greed cause me to end lives, so I want nothing." The hanyou shrugged slightly, watching her with a somewhat calm expression. He then began to circle about her once or twice, looking her up and down, making silent observations, his dog ears flicking back and forth.
"As for my motives, dear Kagome, they are really none of your business. I've no intention of sharing why I do the things I do with a victim, though I think you're my favorite so far. All of the others were too busy screaming to speak questions at this point, and I had not even touched them yet," the boy shook his head, with a quiet sigh, "Either way, I could be doing this for my own sick amusement, or I could have some other reason hidden within my thoughts. It's no concern of yours."

"I do think that it is rather apart of my concern," she snapped. "You know, considering that, hmm...well, it's your intent to do away with me?" Of course, she had tried to keep cool. That was her intent. If screaming wasn't going to do any good, she had better save her energy. Though, what she could do tied up like this, she hadn't quite figured out yet.

"Yes, I intend to kill you, but I do not have to tell you why. I do think I shall keep it to myself. However, if you think you're getting off easy with death, you're mistaken, my dear girl," the inu hanyou said, the chill in his voice definitely enough to make one shiver, "The days you spend here will be full of pain. You will remain here a year before death shall come, and during those days, you will suffer from torture, to be blunt about the entire thing. This experince is meant to be a nightmare, and so it will be. Believe me, girl, by the end of this year, you will welcome death, for it will be your haven from the pain. I will not be merciless, but I am not going to be easy on you either. However, this day you shall remain unharmed."

She could feel the tears well up in her eyes, but she didn't want to show that she knew that they were there. She only looked away, turning her face to the side. "Psychopathic bastard," she growled under her breath, which had quickened slightly. She didn't want to die, and she certainly didn't want torture. Hell no. But what could she do? She could try to figure out something, but it would more than likely prove futile.

"If you feel hate, than that's good, it shows you may be learning something. Anger, too. It means that you're not completely stupid. Though no insult will ever phase me, it's pointless to waste your breath on such a useless effort." Inuyasha shook his head, returning to the spot in front of her, his eyes trailing up and down her clothing. "Now first thing's first, the clothes must go." He looked down at his own claws, then approached her. "Otherwise they will cause more trouble than they're worth... I must remember to do this before chaining them, urgh."

Her thoughts, which had been chasing head and tail since she regained consciousness, had suddenly froze, just as every fiber of her body did. Her head snapped up and she glared at him wildly, as if daring him to come closer. "You keep away," she growled, struggling against the binds.

"And if I don't?" The hanyou moved closer, narrowing his eyes at her slightly, daring her right back to do something about his approach. "You're in a rather helpless position, girl. Arguing, and struggling will only make things harder on you."

She continued to try to struggle free in short, violent jerks as she continued to watch him all the while.

"You're only going to tire yourself. Draining your own energy won't help," the hanyou sighed, shaking his head. He was very close to her now, close enough to touch her. "You might as well stay still, this will be done whether you like it or not." He then shrugged, lifting a clawed hand, and slidding the dagger-sharp claw through the side of her shirt, despite her struggling, slicing the cloth, and cutting any under-garments as well, but no skin; his claw would touch her skin, but he wasn't applying enough pressure to break it. When that side had been cut all the way down, he did the same to the other side, so all upper clothing would merely fall off of her. The same method was used on her lower clothing also before he stepped back.

"Get away, you raving lunatic!" she had managed to yell, kicking her feet and struggling still, even after he had stepped back.

"Yes, yes, fuss all you want. It's over, there's no need, but whatever," Inuyasha shrugged, sitting down at a bit of a distance, on what was a bed that had been moved into the room, though it probably couldn't be seen amongst the shadows.

After a little while, she had stopped, feeling slightly fatigued, her still throbbing head urging her to slip into the world of sleep. However, the uncomfortable predicament she was in was telling her to stay awake and watch the sick man in front of her, to make sure he wouldn't do anything while she was unconscious. Sure, he said that yeah, he's going to torture her, but tomorrow, but she knew she couldn't trust him. Especially now.

Inuyasha had no reason to bother her while she slept or was unconscious. He didn't expect her to believe it, but every word from this moment on would be the truth, at least concerning her and her situation. Things about himself, however, he would hide. There were secrets he merely did not feel like sharing with her, or anyone else in the world for that matter, things his mind was trying to reject.

Kagome would not have to worry much longer. The hanyou was not exactly tired, he found that he didn't lose energy as much as he should. He supposed it was because he had spent his entire life exhausted, emotionally and physically, and now having a somewhat normal life-style of being allowed to rest whenever he pleased, and living rather comfortably, he didn't lose energy as much. His body had adjusted so much to his previous living conditions that these were so easy on him. Though he was not tired, he did lay down on the hidden bed eventually, consumed by shadows himself, before his glowing golden eyes disappeared behind the darkness of his eyelids, and he dozed off a while. Though he knew he wouldn't sleep long before his quite tormenting dreams awoke him as they always did.

Kagome had also managed to fall asleep, as hanging from the ceiling bound and naked left her feeling exhausted and violated. When she was sure that Inuyasha was alseep, she took the chance to catch her own rest.

By then, it was probably late into the day, and soon darkness began to fall outside, only making the shadows of the building expand, and the building to grow even darker.

Inuyasha awoke due to his violent nightmares, which hardly rose a whimper in him at this point, before the sun had risen again. It was still dark and it took a moment for his vision to clear from the blurriness of sleep. He shook his head, and yawned a little, ears pricking.

He had a lot of...well, not a lot of work, but quite a bit to do today concerning his little victim, it was time to introduce her to the world of pain she would dwell in, though he would start her off easy. His claws would be his own weapon today.

Luckily, Kagome was managing through a dreamless sleep, though the hanging from the chains instead of laying in a bed part kind of made it an uncomfortable situation. Still, even after Inuyasha had awoken, she was still sleeping.

The inu hanyou figured he could at least let her sleep until she woke up on her own, it shouldn't be too much longer anyway. So he just sat there, silently waiting and staring boredly at the darkness of the room, his ears flicking slightly.

Kagome whimpered slightly and her eyes opened a fraction, but she still felt dizzy and confused. Was is all a dream...? No... She could make out the outline of her kidnapper and future tormentor just out of the side of her eye. There was a small groan as she lowered her head again, feeling exhausted. Sad thing was, she probably hasn't felt true exhaustion. Not yet.

The inu hanyou's ears pricked, and he glanced at the girl, hearing her groan. "Awake, are we? Good morning, my little prisoner." He yawned, shaking his head, ears flicking. He had a slight amount of perkiness in his voice, a sort of excitement, though chances were he had forced it there mainly to creep her out a little. No part of him felt remotely happy anymore...actually, he had truly never felt happiness. He knew that everyone else in the world would dismiss that statement as some sort of stupid teenage angst, but it wasn't like he wanted to be unhappy, not that he was handling the situation very well. No one knew what had happened, though, so it didn't matter.

It indeed did creep her out, but she kept it to herself and just hung there silently. She looked to the side, away from Inuyasha, seeming to be lost in deep thought.

"Not going to speak to me, hm? That's awfully cold of you...come now, I'll be the only one around you for the rest of your life, you could at least say hello once and a while."

Kagome merely ignored him, still facing the other direction. She had nothing to say to the likes of him. Bastard.

"At least I don't have to tell you to shut up..." The hanyou shrugged, "Be silent if you wish, it really doesn't matter to me. Silence is easier on the ears anyway." Standing, the hanyou approached her, thinking silently.

She still ignored him, despite in her renewed alertness of her alarming situation, she could hear clearly every word he said. She was disturbed, violated... she did not want to talk, didn't want to think. At the moment, all she could think of was 'Why me?' 'How could I have let this happen? Idiot Kagome. Naïve idiot Kagome. Argh.'

"Hm...I wonder, since you don't speak, if you'll scream very much..." Inuyasha pondered, really just trying to waste time as he thought about things, his head cocking to the side a little. "Well, no need to delay what's coming, hm?" He was now quite close, close enough to lift a hand, and drive the dagger-sharp claws into her right arm, feeling said claws break the skin and dig deep into the flesh. His ears pinned back, in case some loud noise, scream or otherwise, escaped her; he didn't want his ears ringing for hours like the first time he tried this.

Kagome could see the hand coming, those gleaming youkai-ish claws moving in to render her skin and flesh. She flinched and struggled, but all that escaped her was a long squealing whine that was a scream strangled behind her lips and teeth. She could feel the warm, sticky blood run down her arm and the side of her torso, and she wanted to look away and unearth anything that was in her stomach, but nothing came out as the organ lurched.

All she could do was endure the pain, but no, she would not scream. If she could help it. He seemed to be getting some sort of sick satisfaction from this, but she won't give him the satisfaction of hearing her suffer. She tried to keep as silent as possible as pain was inflicted upon her.

Truthfully her pain did not satisfy him all that much; he was not doing these things for his own personal pleasure, he was not like him, and he would never allow satisfaction to be his reasoning. Any satisfaction felt was because, in his own unjustified, insane way, he saw this whole situation as helping her. Like most in Japan, he believed in the act of reincarnation, rebirth, and he assumed that after living and dying through this, his victims would be more grateful, careful people in their next lives. No, it did not completely make sense, but sense had long left him. He could comprehend nothing but torture and pain, thus why it was so easy for him to commit such horrible deeds; it was really all he'd been taught in life.

The inu hanyou paid little heed to her reactions, too busy gliding his claws through the flesh of her arm, as if they were running through water. The wounds he inflicted were deep cuts, but not too dangerous; he wouldn't let her die until he was ready for her to die.

She continued to squirm and hold back the screams she was so tempted to release full force, she could feel the claws lacerating her arm and the tears running rampant down her cheeks. Once, she almost did yelp out, but she had managed to bite her tongue. Rather painfully.

As the day moved onward, those claws moved from her arm, slicing other parts of her body. He didn't speak much, too focused on keeping the cuts painful but not fatal, to prevent bleeding to death, ect. It was a lot more complicated than it seemed, humans died so easily. When darkness began to fall and cast shadows throughout the building, Inuyasha finally backed off, stopping. "One day gone, only over 360 to go," he mumbled, looking at her with perked ears.

Kagome had not caved yet, but the sight of her own blood running down her skin sickened her muchly. She had gone limp- it didn't hurt as much this way- and her breath had become labored and quick. Her face showed the tell-tale signs of a steady stream of tears that had long dried out earlier that day. Every part of her stung with the gashes left by her captor, but she hadn't cried out yet even once. She at least had enough will power to keep her mouth shut.

She didn't respond when Inuyasha moved away- she probably didn't even notice he had stopped. She did glare at him after a moment, though only her eyes moved. Her brown eyes still had fire in them. She still hasn't given up. Maybe someone will look for her. Yes, but will they find her? That is the question. Not very likely, but she would still hope. Though, hope will not account for much her, now will it? Kagome mentally kicked herself to stop the flow of thoughts.

She wouldn't be found; she was no more special than the other girls who died here. People had looked for them, too, he was sure of it. However, none of them knew where to look, or even who to look for. It was near impossible for them to find him; somehow they never looked in these buildings, plus he left little to no leads for them. Even the scents leading to this area were covered soon after the capture. Somehow, he knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly how to do it. Why, he wasn't entirely sure.

The hanyou sat down on the bed in the room, sighing in slight boredum. There wasn't much else he could do for now, except wait until she healed enough for him to mess with her again. Causing injury too close together was also dangerous, and he had to be careful with the torture he inflicted. Technically, not all of her days would be drowned in pain; some of them would be for healing, if she needed it badly enough.

Well, there was nothing more she could do, and she definitely had much to say, but she kept her lips sealed. She just wanted this messed up day to end. She wanted to have sleep encroach upon her like a puma on its prey, but it didn't come. She shifted slightly with discomfort.

"Hm," Inuyasha sighed, ears flicking, "You're very boring; silence is nice and all, but it gets old. You should at least be insulting me by now, not that it'd really matter in the slightest..." He shrugged, "Oh well then. I can't expect all of them to be the same. We'll see how long your silence lasts when the pain is a bit more extreme. Today was a fairly easy one, what with it being your first day of torture and all. Tomorrow will be different."

She glared at him. Hope he didn't think she'd be quiet all the way through. If pushed far enough, she'd probably be screaming her head off at him. At the moment, she was too bothered by everything to think of anything to say so him, so she remained silent. Once she figured that he didn't care if she was quiet or not, she would eventually just not care herself.

Still, she remained silent, brown orbs glaring daggers at the hanyou.

And bitter, yet troubled, golden eyes stared back at her, calm and smooth, but cold, just like ice, frozen on the coldest winter night.

Author's Note

Yep everyone, Kagome is screwed. 8D -dodges flying objects- But what will happen? Surely she won't actually die! O After all, this IS a Inu/Kag story, but you readers must be curious as to how it's going to work at this point. In due time, my lovelies, as Inuyasha's past has a lot to do with that. ;D

Most of the rest of the year that Kagome's held captive will be described but not every single little event is played through. We don't have the time nor patience for that. .;

Either way, if you like the story and would like updates quickly, please review. :) Writers like to update more when they know their work is appreciated. -waves-

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