Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi said no when I asked for Inuyasha's characters...

A/N- Hai, I'm back! I died for a little while there... Thanks for the wonderful reviews, I love you all! I'm glad the people who read it liked it. Please, if you would like, be my beta-reader, I'll beg! ((Please read bottom A/N for Nya's rant, it'll explain the plot of this story))

In my country, they jail you for what they think you think.

My uncle once said to me:

They'll implant spells

In our minds

To flash our thoughts and dreams on to a screen

At John Vorster Square

I was scared:

By day I guard my tongue, By night I guard my dreams

-Pitika Ntuli

...Bloodied Hands...

...Chapter Three...

...Pains Illusion...

...Kagome's POV...

Why, oh why did the Fates have to be so cruel to me? I was just a young sixteen-year-old witch, nothing more. Why do people shun me? I am exactly like them, I just have different beliefs. My grandmother was killed for being witch, shortly after my mother and I had met; some sick, sadistic man killed her. I felt like a bad luck charm, you know how you pick a three leaf clover or how a mirror shatters bad things happen to you? Well, yeah like that, except I was a living breathing bad luck charm.

Now here I sat, my hands shackled behind my back and a man with long silver tresses and small rectangular ears was hauling me along. I've never been shackled and thrown over someone's shoulder before, and it wasn't exactly my favorite position. I sighed, why, oh why did I let loose my tongue?

...FlashBack...

The man was beautiful, to say the least. Any women would envy his beautiful hair. Why did all the youkai men have wonderful hair? I looked at my own, tangled, mussed hair.

'My hair certainly doesn't compare...' I thought bitterly. Today was a bitter day. A very bitter day. The remainder of my family had been killed off all in one day, which immediately allows me to be bitter. I glanced down at my mother, wiping away some of the blood and dirt from her face. Unwillingly, my eyes welled with tears.

Then, I was jerked up roughly and all of the sudden I was standing. My mother landed with a quiet 'thump'. I may be bitterly sad, I may hate the world and begin praying to die, but I still had anger. The one thing that was keeping me from crying right now was my anger, my bittersweet anger.

"How dare you!" I hissed, swatting at the mans magenta-striped hand. It was actually quite beautiful; it matched the stripes on his cheeks. Also, there was an indigo crescent moon on his forehead.

"Wench, you will cease touching me," came an icy voice above me.

I realized with horror I was stroking his hand. My face flushed beet-red as I quickly drew my hand away.

"You touched me first! You arrogant, pompous..." I wandered off as I saw a tiny flicker of emotion in those monotone eyes of his. Rage.

'Great Kags, make the evil taiyoukai mad!'

I gulped, giving an uncertain laugh.

"You will cease speaking to me in such a friendly way, human," he said, grabbing my wrist and twisting my arm behind my back.

"Ah! You JERK! Let me go!" I screamed, struggling to get free. Of course I had used all my strength to shoot that spirit orb... So, alas here I was, being shackled.

"If you would have stopped your impudent insults you might not have been shackled."

'Let's see, there were about three hundred people in that village, that sadistic Naraku, and now five other people/demons/taiyoukai are my enemies. This is just my day, isn't it?'

...End FlashBack...

My thoughts wandered back to about how sad I was supposed to be, and how I was supposed to be sobbing and screaming in fear. I wasn't sad, there was no ache in my heart anymore when I thought of my grandmother and mother. They were way better off in nirvana than here. At least they didn't have to suffer any longer. They didn't deserve the hate that revolved around the world right now.

Neither was I scared; actually I was in some sort of twisted peace. Before, when I had seen the man I learned they call 'Sesshoumaru' walk off into the forest, I was afraid. I new I should have feared my life more when he was here, but I didn't. Shortly after, my fear diminished as I saw a white clothed light flash by the surrounding foliage. Yes, in some odd way I was at peace knowing he was still here. The man who had shackled and kidnapped me and also left my mothers' corpse to the lesser youkai to devour. I scowled at that line of thought, 'Arrogant, selfish, pompous taiyoukai, 'I don't want to be slowed by some human corpse,' I mimicked in my mind.

I certainly thought now I had gone of the deep end. Honestly, who feels safe around a –dangerous-, stoic, taiyoukai? Well, other than I...

I tried to shift into a more comfortable position on the person named 'Inuyasha', but I decided to call him The Shoulder. I succeeded in wriggling my stomach farther up on his shoulder so I didn't exactly feel like I was about to fall off The Shoulder any second. But off course Mr. I'll Haul The Witch was so transfixed in his conversation with the person name 'Nokami,' he didn't noticed this, and his grip loosened when he began shouting at Nokami.

Other than the fact he had major problems of placing me right in the position where me nose was in his armpit, I didn't actually mind being on The Shoulder. Now, I found myself tumbling forward, down The Shoulders chest, my legs going way over my head so I did a flip off him. I landed with a loud 'thump' and coincidentally, 'Inuyasha' didn't see me, and so he tripped over me.

Anybody passing would swear we were psychopaths on the loose. The Shoulder and I were, tangled in a mess of limbs, me struggling to get up with my hands shackled behind my back, and Inuyasha trying to get up but always bumping his forehead with mine so he landed flat on his butt again.

I heard a sigh above me, and two arms wrapping around my waist to hoist me up. I landed on my feet, looking every bit the deer-caught-in-the-headlights. (Yeah, headlights weren't made...oh well! Just used to explain this little bit.)

I felt like a four year old who had just been reprimanded when I looked up into emotionless golden eyes. I was tempted to retort but I bit my tongue, remembering where that had gotten me.

"Inuyasha, stand up we are going. I will have no more interferences with out travels, the girl will ride with me," 'Sesshoumaru' stated coolly, turning his intense glare to the Hanyou who standing up slowly.

'Oh great, I'm sure The Shoulder was better than what I'm about to experience...but I don't think taiyoukai's have B.O.... do they even have hair under there? Oh god Kagome stop this train of thought right now...'

So now I was being thrown over 'Sesshoumaru's' shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, which I was not.

"Where are we going?" I asked meekly, thanking all the deities I knew that he did not throw me over his spiked armor shoulder. That would certainly leave a mark in the morning...

He spared her a glance as he began walking, saying in a monotone voice, "Kyoto."

My eyes widened, never had I been to Kyoto...would it be as beautiful as everyone said it was?

I sure hoped so...

End Chapter

Nya's Rant- No, I have no intention to make Inuyasha evil, like so many other Sess/Kag fics, I love Inuyasha! But I love Sesshou more... Anyway, back to the point, any of you thinking this will be an angst dark fic, it will not. I dislike sad fics; I'm more of a happy person.

Oh yes, I mean no insults to witches throughout this story, my best friend is one, (not like the witch I'm explaining in this fic) so if any of you think anything is insulting in here please tell me and I'll remove it.

One more thing, Inuyasha will not be with Kikyou. I dislike Kikyou, but I don't exactly hate her...yeah...anyway she will play an important role in this story.

Read these stories or die...

Raining Sunshiny Horror (very sad sess/kag)

Replaced Bride (after you get depressed by Raining Sunshiny Horror, laugh your head off at this one...)

There are two messed up paragraphs in my flashback just ignore them please.