Kagome's Twist
Chapter 12
~Adversity~
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
~~Inuyasha~~
I fight the restrictive chains bound to my wrists, but I know my attempts are all in vain. I hang my heavy head against my chest; my hair – blinding white in the sun – falls to cover my eyes. The strands not matted to my forehead in sweat tickle my nose, but I don't have the energy to flick the annoying pieces away. As I sigh, they dance across my face.
I can't get out. Dammit! No matter how hard I try, I can't escape my bonds.
I glance at my shackled-wrists and bare my fangs – irritated to hell. My gaze lowers to my nearly-closed wound. From my desperate thrashings, my shirt has opened enough to see the skin beneath. With sunlight pouring in from the far window, I see the wound is nearly gone; only a scab remains, though I'm sure it will develop into a scar.
Feh. The poison must be retarding my healing abilities. Otherwise I'd of been out of this joint long ago…
"Inuyasha?" Shippo's innocent voice floats across the hot room. The stones work against us now as the heat ricochets off the walls, all of the sickening warmth pooling in our utterly infernal prison; I bet Hell is cooler.
I look up and see concern in the kitsune's eyes. I offer a small smile and straighten.
"What is it, Pup?" I ask earnestly, not at all like my usual questioning tone. Hell, he's probably as scared as me if not more so about Kagome's safety. With me not being able to escape as easily as I have in the past…
"What are you gonna do?"
Again, I flash him a smile – this one overflowing with cockiness – and say, "Don't worry, Shippo. My wound is almost healed. As soon as it is, I swear I'll bust us out of here – then we head off to Kagome and-"
The metal door drags across the floor, causing both Shippo's and my ears to ache from the screech. I see him curl into as much of a ball as he can. I, however, sit straight, tall and defiant. In strolls a man decorated in multiple layers of vibrantly colored clothing. Why he'd still want to flash his status in this heat is beyond me, but the sweat on his brow is of no surprise to me.
His brown eyes dart around the room until they land on mine. He locks our gaze even as he crosses the room. He doesn't stop until he's right in front of me, just out of reach.
Coward.
"You," He gasps out. "The half-demon?"
I snap my head back to rid my face of the irritating hair and say smartly, "Well, anyone with eyes can tell I ain't human!"
I twitch my ears while my claws dance on the metal wrapped around my wrists. My black eyebrows rise with a cock of my head as I wait for his reply.
"You're him, no? The Inuyasha?"
I roll my eyes, easily getting bored of the conversation.
"Ch'ya!" I bite out.
To my surprise, instead of lashing out like so many ill-tempered humans before him, this strange man standing before me smiles. To even further my shock, he bows deeply.
"Oh Son the Great Dog Demon," he cries, upper body still locked in the deep bow. "I, Lord Mitchiru, am very pleased to have you in our company-"
"So what?" I scoff. "So you can turn me into a dog of the military? I don't think so buddy."
He rises to his full height, just three feet above my head. Lord Mitchiru stares at me with a cold glare and mumbles, "Oh? Is that so…."
He turns away from me and walks towards the door. Over his shoulder, he calls to me, "I had really hoped to avoid this, but," he sighs. "It seems as if I have no choice."
Without another moment's hesitation, he and his multiple folds leave – firmly closing the rusty door behind him. After the ringing stops, Shippo and I look at each other in confusion.
"What the he-" I start.
"I don't even know, Inuyasha…"
-~*KT*~-
~~Shippo~~
For what seems like hours, Inuyasha and I sit on the stone floor as it scorches the flesh on our legs. One time, a human servant even came by to give us our food. She unshackled us, but threatened to throw ofudas at us if we so much as looked at her.
So we didn't. I thanked her and ate.
Inuyasha, well…
Let's just say he had to be paralyzed multiple times – all because he couldn't keep his big mouth closed for once.
But then the meal was over and we were shackled once again. The sun was no longer invading our small den, but bombarding the castle head-on. It was around then that they came.
In dark cloaks, three men with incense sticks enter our room. The odor is so strong, I feel nauseous. With one glance, I know my companion is faring no better.
"Inuyasha?" I moan, my eyes drooping to a close. "Wha-what's happening?"
My eyes close for half a second - I swear it's only for a second – but when I open them, Inuyasha is gone.
I shake my head groggily, the incense doing weird things to my head. I sniff around, but notice that the strong odor is now only a whisp of the scent… and so is Inuyasha's.
"Inu…yasha?" I ask, my sleepiness evident in my speech. "Where's are youz…?"
-~*KT*~-
~~Inuyasha~~
I'm thrust against a wall and no one stops my fall to the dark ground. I hit the dust floor with a thud and groan, my hands being tied behind my back giving no latitude what so ever to pick myself up. My ankles are tied as well, but I manage to wiggle around until I'm in a sitting position. I shake my head groggily, the incense is still so strong – it's even in my hair, dammit!
That'll make sure I'm drugged up for a while…
I blink a few times and look around. All around me, there are tools of human torture. Chains snake their way down the walls like vines. Hot fire pokers bake in the far corner in a small oven, the only light source in the cell-like entrapment. A table near me is overflowing with herbs, but one whiff in that direction tells me they're all poisonous.
I scoff at my predicament.
So these humans are planning to torture me, is it? Well, I don't take mistreatment lightly-
At that moment, a stumpy old man in his seventies walks into the small room. The heat emanating off the oven in the corner becomes uncomfortable and I start to sweat. The man, however, is dressed in many layers; he's even wearing a coat with heavy brown sleeves! Soon, I notice, my sweat is causing my bandages to become soggy and fall apart, leaving my wounds exposed.
"I see you're wounded-" the old geezer with a hunched back pauses to inhale a shaky breath. "-Pretty badly. Unfortunately, my services were not paid to heal you, as my usual services are to be the medicine man, but you needn't know of any of that. Just know I take no pleasure in my work here."
Surprisingly, he moves swiftly across the dirt floor to the table. I blink.
No, he couldn't have moved that smoothly – he's too damn old for that! Where's his cane? It must be the drugs I'm under or something…
I watch him slip his thick coat off his shoulders to show off his well-built body. I look at him wearily through narrowed eyes.
Old men are not supposed to be fit… who is this guy?
He whips around and pounces, landing just before me. At that instant, I catch the crazed look in his eyes. His large arms swing down, then, and some grains like sand fly out of his hands to bombard me. It shoots up my nose, in my eyes, inside my ears, down my throat – everywhere the small grains touch, it leaves the skin aflame. All the benefits of having demonic senses are immediately cast aside – nothing could help me here. I cough deeply, the grain having made its way to my lungs. I try to open my eyes, but they've blurred up trying to get the alien substance out – I can't see anything except extremely blurred objects.
What the hell is going on!
The next thing I feel is a sharp pain in my side. I try to thrash around to get away, but my body is too busy ridding itself of the invading substances to let me move. The sharp object makes its way over to my previous wound that was just scabbing.
And when the two collided…
I howl in pain, yell in agony, cry out in fury, and shout in desperation. This new pain is nothing like I've felt before, even on my worst of battles. Even Sesshomaru's poisonous claws would feel like a hug compared to this. The drugs do nothing to alleviate my pain as I feel the scabbed pieces break off; fresh blood pumps out of the cut, oozing down my skin.
Eventually, the extra weight I didn't realize had been added on my stomach disappears and I'm allowed to breathe. I greedily take in lungfuls of the stale air of the dank cell, it being sooo much better than those weird grains. I open my eyes to see the same old man tower above me.
When the hell did he get so tall? Before, I was sure he had a hunched back, but this guy could be my height if I could stand. Usually, the village men can only come up to my shoulders….
Instead of that crazed look from earlier, I see sorrow deep in his eyes.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry," I can hear him mutter as he edges closer to me. I see him holding tightly to something in each hand and discover a bloodied scalpel and a pinch of the vile herbs I saw on the table. "Gomen… Gomenesai…"
With each plea for forgiveness, the strange man edges closer and closer to me.
A/n: Yes, Yes, I know it's been a long time-no read, but I've been working on a new songfic series. (this thing was supposed to be ONE chapter long – a onefic – but I'm working on number THREE now. GAARH!)
And some fans are asking about my hunger games (check it out! I know some f you are die-hard fans – And I can't tell you how much it means to me when I see the same names pop up in reviews and fav's)
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Till Next Time!
Oh! Here's the main reason I haven't been posting: I got to go to the States and stay in Chicago for a few days! IT. WAS. AMAZING!
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