Okay, people, another Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha!
I hope you guys really do like this fic! I'm making it just for you!
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Kagome sat up and groaned. Her head was killing her. She brought her hand to her face to scrub her dry eyes, but when it contacted, a cold, sticky feeling met it. Kagome gasped and opened her eyes. Everything was black, and it was so cold. Kagome lifted her hand and tried to see it, squinting in the dark.
A sudden rustle to her left caught her attention, and her breathe caught in her throat. Another soft sound, and Kagome's heart began to pound. She was deathly afraid. She warily dropped her hand, and tried to stand, only to find that heavy shackles weighted her feet to the ground. Again there was a rustle, nearer this time. Suddenly, there was a swooshing sound, and a tiny match head flared in the darkness. Golden eyes regarded her impassively, reflecting the flickering light.
The small light moved closer, and Kagome began to desperately to tear from her bonds. She gripped the cold metal hard, and pulled with all her strength. The light came closer still, only yards away from where she was fastened. She squeaked when the light flickered and died, and began to tug harder still.
"You won't want to do that." A voice sounded nearby, echoing spectrally. Kagome stayed silent. Another rustle, and she felt the presence of a body near hers. She leaned away, but another match flared to life, and a small lamp was lit. Kagome watched in fascination as the young captive placed the protective glass over an old-fashioned lamp.
"Good of you to wake up," he said sarcastically. "What a change from the store!" Kagome thought, as the thoughts of before crept back to her. Kagome relaxed slightly as he sat down cross-legged in front of her. He looked at her closely, then jumped back to his feet. The sudden movement made Kagome tense again, and she only stiffened as he made his way swiftly to her side.
"You're bleeding," he informed her. "Pretty badly, too!" He took her face in his hands, but faltered when she swatted at him. She drew her hand back to strike him again. But when she let her hand fly, he caught it, slowly brought it to his mouth, and began to lick the blood off her skin.
She gasped at his boldness, her eyes never leaving his. She jerked her hand back, and glared at him. The prisoner shrugged, and pulled a key from his jeans pocket. He bent at her feet, and unfastened the manacles. As they fell away, Kagome jumped to her feet, and sprinted into the gloom, desperate to escape. She had gotten only a few yards away when a hand caught her arm and hauled her back to the glowing flame. The young man dumped her beside the lamp, and stood above her, a look of anger on his face.
"Don't run away again, or I won't come get you. You'll get lost down here without me." He said flatly.
Kagome was confused. Down here? "Where are we?" She asked shakily.
"We're under the subways. I thought it was a good idea to come here after we were attacked."
"What?" She questioned. The young man sighed. "After you blacked out, those other two guys came and attacked us with a gun, and chased us into the city. I wasn't sure if you'd bolt when you woke up, so I tied you. I'm glad I did, or I'd be responsible for you!" He said ruefully, scratching his head.
Kagome flared. "Take me home, you hear? I need to get my little brother!" She paused, before continuing more softly. "Just, how long have I been out?"
"Hours," came the short reply. Kagome gasped. It must be near morning! She thought hard, forcing her aching head to calculate. "Five o' clock," she whispered. She slumped back, lying down on the cold concrete. "Five," she breathed again. A lone tear slid down her face, dropping softly onto the ground.
The young man looked at her uncomfortably. "I can take you home, now that you're awake," he offered. Kagome glanced at him. He looked at her earnestly, concern showing on his rugged features. "All right," she consented finally. She got slowly to her feet.
The teen picked up the lamp, and swung the chains over his back. Kagome watched him as he scanned the area. "No sign that we were here," he said to himself.
"Why are we hiding?" Kagome asked. The young man peered at her through the gloom, then turned his back on her. "Not your business, wench." He began to walk away from her.
Starting, Kagome darted forward and laid a small hand on his long, red sleeve. "At least tell me your name!" She pleaded.
He gave her a side-ways look, before turning away again. "Please tell me!" Kagome wheedled.
He groaned, and stopped. He turned to her, looking her full in the eyes. Her breath caught at the overflowing golden pools.
"My name is-" He paused. "Go on!" coaxed Kagome.
"Inuyasha."
I hope you guys really do like this fic! I'm making it just for you!
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Kagome sat up and groaned. Her head was killing her. She brought her hand to her face to scrub her dry eyes, but when it contacted, a cold, sticky feeling met it. Kagome gasped and opened her eyes. Everything was black, and it was so cold. Kagome lifted her hand and tried to see it, squinting in the dark.
A sudden rustle to her left caught her attention, and her breathe caught in her throat. Another soft sound, and Kagome's heart began to pound. She was deathly afraid. She warily dropped her hand, and tried to stand, only to find that heavy shackles weighted her feet to the ground. Again there was a rustle, nearer this time. Suddenly, there was a swooshing sound, and a tiny match head flared in the darkness. Golden eyes regarded her impassively, reflecting the flickering light.
The small light moved closer, and Kagome began to desperately to tear from her bonds. She gripped the cold metal hard, and pulled with all her strength. The light came closer still, only yards away from where she was fastened. She squeaked when the light flickered and died, and began to tug harder still.
"You won't want to do that." A voice sounded nearby, echoing spectrally. Kagome stayed silent. Another rustle, and she felt the presence of a body near hers. She leaned away, but another match flared to life, and a small lamp was lit. Kagome watched in fascination as the young captive placed the protective glass over an old-fashioned lamp.
"Good of you to wake up," he said sarcastically. "What a change from the store!" Kagome thought, as the thoughts of before crept back to her. Kagome relaxed slightly as he sat down cross-legged in front of her. He looked at her closely, then jumped back to his feet. The sudden movement made Kagome tense again, and she only stiffened as he made his way swiftly to her side.
"You're bleeding," he informed her. "Pretty badly, too!" He took her face in his hands, but faltered when she swatted at him. She drew her hand back to strike him again. But when she let her hand fly, he caught it, slowly brought it to his mouth, and began to lick the blood off her skin.
She gasped at his boldness, her eyes never leaving his. She jerked her hand back, and glared at him. The prisoner shrugged, and pulled a key from his jeans pocket. He bent at her feet, and unfastened the manacles. As they fell away, Kagome jumped to her feet, and sprinted into the gloom, desperate to escape. She had gotten only a few yards away when a hand caught her arm and hauled her back to the glowing flame. The young man dumped her beside the lamp, and stood above her, a look of anger on his face.
"Don't run away again, or I won't come get you. You'll get lost down here without me." He said flatly.
Kagome was confused. Down here? "Where are we?" She asked shakily.
"We're under the subways. I thought it was a good idea to come here after we were attacked."
"What?" She questioned. The young man sighed. "After you blacked out, those other two guys came and attacked us with a gun, and chased us into the city. I wasn't sure if you'd bolt when you woke up, so I tied you. I'm glad I did, or I'd be responsible for you!" He said ruefully, scratching his head.
Kagome flared. "Take me home, you hear? I need to get my little brother!" She paused, before continuing more softly. "Just, how long have I been out?"
"Hours," came the short reply. Kagome gasped. It must be near morning! She thought hard, forcing her aching head to calculate. "Five o' clock," she whispered. She slumped back, lying down on the cold concrete. "Five," she breathed again. A lone tear slid down her face, dropping softly onto the ground.
The young man looked at her uncomfortably. "I can take you home, now that you're awake," he offered. Kagome glanced at him. He looked at her earnestly, concern showing on his rugged features. "All right," she consented finally. She got slowly to her feet.
The teen picked up the lamp, and swung the chains over his back. Kagome watched him as he scanned the area. "No sign that we were here," he said to himself.
"Why are we hiding?" Kagome asked. The young man peered at her through the gloom, then turned his back on her. "Not your business, wench." He began to walk away from her.
Starting, Kagome darted forward and laid a small hand on his long, red sleeve. "At least tell me your name!" She pleaded.
He gave her a side-ways look, before turning away again. "Please tell me!" Kagome wheedled.
He groaned, and stopped. He turned to her, looking her full in the eyes. Her breath caught at the overflowing golden pools.
"My name is-" He paused. "Go on!" coaxed Kagome.
"Inuyasha."