Wow! I got great responses so I guess I'll write another chapter since there's nothing else to do and it's summer and it's hot outside and my friends aren't there…..
I've uploaded this story at both mediaminer.org on fanfiction.com so you can find this story at both of those sites and under the same username and same story name. Except maybe I'll put the lemon on mediaminer.org.
Uh…I talk too much, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, and I hate writing disclaimers.
Innocent Until Proven Guilty
Chapter 2: Waiting
He despised the place. No, not despised, he hated the place.
Sesshoumaru sat on his bunk, staring at the ground. *I've seem to be doing a lot of staring…* It was the same thing everyday. Each morning, at exactly 7:00 a.m., a police officer would come a wake all of the prisoners up. Sesshoumaru woke up everyday to see a gray ceiling. He would get up slowly and make his way to the shower room. *I hate this…* he would think for he did not like the idea of showering with common criminals. After he showered and brushed his teeth, he would go back to his cell and brush his hair. Even with the brushing, Sesshoumaru's beautiful silvery hair soon turned into a gray frizzy mess. He was miserable.
After his morning duties, he would go to lunch. Lunch was in a large, noisy cafeteria and was usually some lukewarm meat…thing. Sesshoumaru rarely ate, and so, he soon got thinner. Then, he was led out to the Forest.
The forest wasn't real. It was a fake forest built for the youkai that were in prison. There were green trees and a few streams, but Sesshoumaru could tell that it still didn't smell real. *I must get out…*
He could not get out yet, the whole place was reinforced with youkai killing harming/killing weapons, and barriers put up by the local mikos.
At night he would be led again to the same cafeteria and served some food. It was usually unappetizing, like mashed potatoes in some gray gravy. He hated it.
After dinner, he was led back to his cell. He lay in his bed, thinking about the outside world and counting the weeks, and even days until he got out.
The many years at the prison taught Sesshoumaru some things. A few times when he got angry and began to get out of control, the special youkai police quickly restrained him. Sometimes, he was put in a windowless, dark room with no light and youkai-proof walls. He was sometimes left there for days with nothing but bread and water to eat. Sometimes, his punishments were more severe and he was beaten, or whipped, just because he was a youkai. Yes, the peace Treaty got rid of some problems, but not all.
To him, the place was hell. The other youkai in the prison mostly avoided him, but some foolish ones teased him about his hair, and who he was.
"Hwahwahwa…why are you, The Great Lord of the Western Lands, in prison?"
They spat at his feet and walked away with no respect for him.
This got him angry, and the one who talked about him was usually half-dead before the youkai police got to him and put him away.
It was a miserably place, and soon, Sesshoumaru's young, handsome, boyish, 15-year-old face was turned into a thin, gaunt face. His eyes held a eerie, gold glint but no one really notice because his eyes were always kept on the ground. When he did look up, he gave the person a cold, hard glare that could freeze boiling water.
He hated the place.
He had to get out.
And when he did, he was find his the person who killed Inuyasha and made him go to this place…
*I…need…to get…away…* was his last thought before drifting off to sleep every night.
Wow!!! Another chapter done, I hope you people like it!
Please review, review, review,
And I'll get Sesshie out of jail the next chapter!
Thanks for reading!
BYE!
