Author's Note: I think I'm just going to keep juicing you guys for reviews until I reach one hundred. LOL. How does that sound?

Am I review hungry? You had better believe it. LOL. Well here's the next addition. Hope this leaves you yearning for more. Mwahahahahaaaaa!

Anyway, I should be chalk full of inspiration now. I got the Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban soundtrack, so I've got some chimey and groovy new music to write to.

Go me!

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When Inuyasha awoke, he could not explain the great feeling of anger that surged throughout his body. Manacles and chains bound him tightly to a small area on a cold stone floor. A shaft of light from an unseen ceiling bore down upon him, causing his eyes to water from the screaming pain of pure white against the darkness that surrounded him. Once more, he was entirely alone that his eyes could see. The room was empty. No sounds save for the chiming of his chains.

A growl escaped the hanyou's lips. Where was he? How had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered was walking through that door with the fire demon, Hiei, and after that everything had gone black. Had the youkai betrayed him?

No, Inuyasha thought decidedly. Hiei had called out in surprise just as Inuyasha remembered falling unconscious. No, it wasn't Hiei. The fire demon was imprisoned here somewhere as well. But where? Inuyasha cast his glowing eyes left and right, his senses reaching out beyond their normal realm to find his companion.

Nothing. He was indeed alone in this room.

Sighing, Inuyasha tried desperately to fight against the manacles. He tried pulling at them, slipping free of their grasp, and even biting at them. This would have been easier had he had Tetsusaiga with him. The sword had been taken from him before he'd woken up. He'd been left helpless.

Inuyasha didn't like being helpless.

Again he tried to pull at the chains, only to fall unsuccessful.

"Damn it," he cursed, snarling.

A light laughter soon followed his quiet ranting. For a moment, Inuyasha thought it might be Hiei, but he soon realized that it was not a friendly presence. At least, one of them was not.

The scent of the more prominent presence was none other than Imashirou, but there was another scent mingled with his own. A very familiar scent...a warm scent. Kagome's scent.

"Inuyasha," greeted the male voice. More anger welled up within the hanyou. "Welcome once more."

"Bite me," he snarled.

Another laugh echoed forth from the shadows. Suddenly, a finger snapped, and the room became unusually lit by candles positioned every few feet upon the stone walls.

The room had a purely medieval look about it. Stone walls that had age etched into them like wrinkles upon an elderly woman's face surrounded the three characters. Candle and torch-holders were draped lightly with cobwebs, and rusted chains and manacles hung off the walls. Windows that had been blocked off by wooden boards were nested in iron bars and spider webs, and upward toward the very top lay a roof ceiling with bird nests poked in wherever they could fit.

"What do you want?" Inuyasha asked. He moved to make a sly comment until he noted the limp figure in Imashirou's arms. It thoroughly explained why he had smelled Kagome not to long ago. Immediately, Inuyasha's eyes went wide in disbelief. She smelled of fear and abuse. Her limbs, though lifeless, were still tense with trepidation. Her lifeless eyes still held a sense of pleading in them, a cry that no one had answered. "What have you done to her?" Inuyasha asked. No anger was evident through his voice, for his throat was too dry to speak.

Imashirou merely smiled, shifting Kagome in his arm slightly. "To have some fun with your woman, is all."

Inuyasha snarled. "If you touch her I will-"

"Oh well you're too late for that." The man smiled knowingly. He shifted Kagome once again in his arms and Inuyasha spotted the bruise upon her face. "We've already been having some fun, haven't we Kagome?" Of course, the girl didn't answer. She'd been drained of her senses, and her soul it seemed. Inuyasha could not respond, his fear for Kagome was too great. "I thought you might like to say a fond farewell to your lady."

"A...a what?"

Imashirou smiled once more. "Kagome has expressed that she would like to....how would you say, be mine?"

"What are you talking about?" Inuyasha's mind was started to cloud over. "What do you mean? Made a decision!" his anger was soon returning to him. "SHE PROBABLY DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HER OWN NAME YOU SICK-O!"

"All the same...say goodbye Inuyasha."

There was a stunned silence between Inuyasha and his enemy, before...

"Inu....yasha?" The hanyou looked over, stunned. Life was struggling to return to the limp body, and a shimmer of recognition glimmered within her eyes. "Inuyasha?"

"Kagome..." he whispered, as though it were only the two of them in this chamber. Imashirou was, for a moment, forgotten. "Kagome!" he remembered at last his voice, and himself. Desperately, Inuyasha fought against the shackles. "KAGOME!"

"Inuyasha!" she was weakly struggling against the arms that held her tight now. Her hand, trembling and pale, reached out for this familiar voice and face to take her away from this place she found herself lost in. Her mind was screaming inside, but her voice could find little strength to cry out in terror. This hole, wherever she was lost in, was a hell unlike she had ever imagined. Kagome wanted out. "INUYASHA!"

"KAGOME!"

Then suddenly, everything went silent. The life within Kagome died, and she went limp once more, consumed by the darkness in her mind.

"My, wasn't that heart wrenching?" stated Imashirou in mock awe. "How cute. Too bad she won't recognize your frozen, bloody corpse when this is all over with."

Inuyasha growled. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!?"

"It's more along the lines of, what am I doing to her?" Imashirou grinned. "It's a funny thing, just a brief kiss and I can devour their souls. Any soul, and then they become my slave. I've had thousands of them, but they all lose my interest in time."

"You're a monster!"

"Yes, I am." Imashirou lifted Kagome up so that she was half standing. Most of him was holding her up, but he did take the opportunity to lift her pale and inert face in his opposite hand. Her dead eyes meeting his, yet at the same time staring directly through them. "But this woman here, her beauty is astounding. I think it would be a long time before I lose interest in this one."

"And what of the ones you become board with, Imashirou? Just send them on their merry little way?"

"Oh no," the man stated with a wicked grin. "What do you think you've been being served, Inuyasha?"

The color from the hanyou's face drained immediately. "That's disgusting."

"They clean up well, don't they? Play with them for a little while, then when everything's finished and done..."

"You feed them to your pets!?!"

Imashirou frowned. "Now now, I don't like to think of it that way. I like to say I'm...recycling."

"Bah!" Inuyasha spit. "I'll kill you before you lay a hand on her. You know that, right?"

The man laughed. "We'll see." he stated, then left, Kagome still limp in his arm.

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Hiei's eyes opened to find a world unlike what he had expected. His cloak had been removed to reveal his bare chest, and all that remained where his pants, ankle wraps, arm wrap, and his boots. The world around him had also transformed.

Realizing that he was confined within the prison of a small water filled, tube shaped chamber, he became incredibly furious. Not only that, but he was completely alone in this room he was being "stored" in. The liquid that bubbled around him was not water, he realized that when he could not fire light the darkness flame within it's depths. Whatever he was in, it was not only suppressing his powers, it was denying them entirely.

Needles and tubes were injected in his arms and back. What they were doing, Hiei wasn't sure. His eyes flew around the room, taking in what information they could. A mask covered his mouth and nose, permitting the flow of oxygen to him and back outside. Wherever outside was.

The room was dark, save for the lights being emitted from Hiei's compartment. At least, it was dark until a dozen of candles were lit at the sound of a finger snapping. Hiei could not hear it through the bubbling liquid and glass that was many inches thick. He sensed it, however, and he sensed once more the presence of the man they were searching for.

There before the chamber stood Imashirou, at his side, a petite, green haired figure that Hiei could not quite identify at the distance they stood. The man allowed her to run to Hiei's containment unit, however, and the familiar, tear filled eyes of Yukina met his own. Hiei's eyes widened in realization and fury. Not at Yukina, but at Imashirou. The fact that this man had ever touched her sickened and angered Hiei beyond anything.

"Hiei?" she called through the glass, but the demon on the other side could not hear her. Sadly, she realized this when there was little change of expression upon the fire demon's face. Sighing, she placed her hand upon the glass, spread to the finger's maximum distance. "Hiei, I'm sorry." she wept.

This took the fire demon off guard. Rarely did Yukina cry, especially in front of Hiei. But here she wept because she felt she had somehow caused this man's imprisonment.

"Please, let him go!" she begged of the heartless Imashirou. But the man just stood, seeming to soak in this scene as though it were life giving energy. "Please..."

It was at that moment that a great deal of guilt came over Hiei. He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to tell her that everything would be okay. But he couldn't. The glass separated them by too many inches, as did Hiei's stubborn heart. He would not have her know that he was her brother, the one she was seeking still though he stood before her now. A prisoner at the will of this merciless beast Imashirou.

With a twinge of regret, Hiei placed his own hand upon the glass. As though he were going to entwine his fingers within her own, he pressed his palm against hers as though the glass were not there to separate them. For a second, each revered in this moment of closeness. It didn't matter to Yukina or Hiei who saw. It was something that needed to be done. Hiei knew that sooner or later Yukina would find who her brother was, and would only be more hurt by the verity that Hiei had never told her.

She needed to be told, but what would that leave Hiei? He could not excuse his evil ways, and he would never abandon them. They were too much his nature.

Yet, oddly enough, Yukina had always appreciated his company knowing already what it was. Would the small fact that he was her brother make much more of a difference.

Yes, it would. Hiei suddenly frowned, staring at his own hand that came only a few inches away from Yukina's. It was strange. Even just a few inches away, they still were worlds apart. Friendship is one thing, but blood is a bond that cannot be broken. She cannot know. She will never know. She wouldn't understand.

At last, Yukina's hand was drawn away, and the lights of the room dimmed and then died. Hiei was left alone with his thoughts and regrets, and his longing to see his sister once more.

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Author's Note: Well, aren't I a slimy git? Leaving it here like that? Oh well. Guess you'll just have to keep waiting.