Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. I also believe that you people are smart enough to know that. This is the only disclaimer you're getting.

AN: ***** These mean change of character.

~~~~ These mean passage of time.

An Inuyasha Story

Chapter 1

I groaned as I sat up and leaned against the wall of my cell. My body screamed in protest at the movement. How had I gotten here any ways? The last thing I could remember was peacefully sitting in my tree. Then that army showed up babbling something about me killing some lord. Feh! Like I would waste my time to kill a human. I smirked; it had taken that army several hours to bring me down. The smirk faded; then again they had brought me down. I shifted again and my body reacted in protest, though less violently then before. I was beginning to heal. Stupid Humans! They got so cocky when they had managed to capture me. Through I had to admit that lot gave me quite a beating.

I could feel my strength returning as I leaned there so I turned my attention to the hunks metal that bound me hand and foot. I strained against them only to feel a wave of lightning like energy rush through me. All my injuries reopened. Damn! They must have been blessed to keep me bound. Frustrated I took in my surroundings.

I was in a holding cell. A dark, damp, vermin infested hole in the ground. The whole room probably wasn't three paces in any direction. Of course there wasn't much need for room, it was a holding cell after all. The only creatures to grace it's interior were merely waiting to be executed, most in a state similar to myself: beaten and bound.

Damn! What a way to go. Executed for the entertainment of humans. Wonder how it'll be. Beating me to death would probably be too long winded for human taste; after all I heal fast. Drowning was too uncertain, besides being a witch thing. Burning at the stake, that would be a hoot. Aside from the fact that is also a witch thing, my fire-rat clothing would protect me. Humm…that left beheading and hanging, both were possibilities.

"Inuyasha!" a guard yelled as he slammed open the heavy steel cell door in a rather overly dramatic fashion. I scowled at him. The coward hadn't even come to get me alone, I could see at least half a dozen other guards behind him.

"What the fucking hell do you bastards want!" I spat through bared teeth and laid my ears back. A large guard smiled cockily at me before reaching down and grabbing a hand full of hair, along with one of my ears, and yanked me off the floor.

"What do you think half breed?" He laughed out the question that was more of a statement, "Or are you too stupid to figure it out? In that case lets just say that we are here to help you meet your maker." I growled in response. Stupid human! He had let his arm drift far too close. In one fluid movement I bite down and, with a violent twist of my head, snapped the arm in two. The guard screamed like a girl as he fell away and dropped me to the ground. His companions rushed in to seek retribution.

Boots, sticks, and belts rained down all around me along with curses and insults. Had I been fully healed, this abuse would have been little more then annoying. Unfortunately every time one of the bastards made contact with one of my open wounds I had to bite my tough to keep from shouting out. I would not give any human the satisfaction of my pain.

"Move!" one of the guards ordered pulling me up, this time by the other ear, and throwing me into the opposite wall in the corridor. Several others hauled me up and they began to drag me out of the dungeon and out to the streets. I'm proud to say I fought them every step of the way. They dragged me up onto a platform were a noose hung over a trap door. Hanging huh. Figures. It probably gave humans a high and mighty feeling to watch me slowly suffocate. I made another snap at a passing arm as they slipped rope over my head. I wonder if all guards scream like girls over broken arms? As soon as the guards had the rope on they wrenched it up so that I had to stand on tip toes just to be able to breath.

"Inuyasha." One of the guards called over the roar of the gathering crowd. "You are hereby accused of the Murder of Lord Roku. How do you plead?"

"Fuck you!" I spat back. The guard only smiled and turned to the crowd.

"So who among you will save him?" The guard crowed. The crowd laughed, throw rotting fruit and vegetables, or shouted insults. Fuck them too! It was a long-standing tradition in Tama, the country in which I reside, to give the crowd a chance to judge. They had the option of buying my freedom if they felt I was truly innocent. It was really just away to patronize me. Of all the executions I've heard of or seen not one person took up this option. Why would that change for a no name hanyou like me? "No one?" the guard said in mock surprise. He paused to give the crowd more time to patronize me. "So Be It!!"

With that he slackened the rope for just a split second before pulling the lever that opened the trap door. The floor beneath my feet fell away and the ground rush up at me. My throat screamed as the rope went taunt with feet still several feet from the ground. I rebounded upward with the force of the stop before slamming downward again. The crowd roared with laughter again and throw more insults and rotting vegetable matter my way. My senses began to blur as oxygen became more scarce. I gasped for air and my fading hearing picked up on the wave of laughter from the crowd at my pain. The last thing I heard was someone yelling over the fanfare of the crowd before fading into darkness.