Author's Note: Hello :3. I am alive. I have no idea where I am going with this story. -shimmies- I will tell you I changed the title from Unknown to Moon Palace. So there is that. Some chapters will be short and others longer. depends on my muse and no I do not have an updating schedule. Maybe I should start that. Anyone else have good luck with that?
Year Four:
Kagome's partially clothed back was pressed against a cold slick wall. Her head was slumped over, her eyes closed, and she was snoozing lightly. With no light in the cell she had called home for so many years, she has lost track of the time. A small engraving next to her torso showed an abandoned calendar. 400 small marks on the stone wall showed the hope that was lost. How long the snoozing girl had been here, she herself, could not tell you.
The door creaked open, causing her eyes to snap open. Her body tensed against the suppressing aura that entered the room. Death, she did not need to be a Youaki to smell the sickeningly sweet smell of flesh on him.
"Hello, my kitten" his voice dripping into the room like a wave of sickness. He never mentioned the time, not that she cared anymore, but it was to confuse her in the beginning. It worked. She had not known how long she was here or what time of day it was. He would not allow her to bath, he would not feed her properly, nor would he allow her to see the sun. The final straw that broke her was the nightmares. She had dreamed of a man with long silver hair and golden eyes. Her body wanted that man, for whatever reason. Her heart ached to be in his arms again, her lips craved his kiss. She had hidden those dreams away like a precious secret, but it had been a matter of time. He had found that secret, suddenly her dreams turned in to nightmares. The male was killed over and over in different ways. The latest form was by her own hand.
She stayed quiet as he taunted her. Her body grown in protest as he yanked her up from the floor, her skin broke upon his claws. Blood dripped onto the grimy floor, all though she could not see it, she could imagine the bright red fluid mix with the dirt and grime. Poisoned by its environment, much like her. He sneered when he did not get the reaction he desired. His pulsing member went limp, causing him to toss her body against the stone wall. He slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the room. A small sob escaped her wore throat. She hated that sound, she hated this place, and mostly she hated him. The male who haunted her nightmares. His long hair fluttering in the blowing wind, taunting her with the delicious freedom she craved. Shivering against the stone floor, she drifted off into a nightmare.