Holocaust Hanyou Chapter Two, an inuyasha fanfic

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CHAPTER TWO

After the showers we were lead to our dorms. I was dorm number. It wasn't really a dorm, but a building with wooden beds. If that's what you wanted to call the splinter mattresses. We were once again lined up vertically. We had not been aloud to dress into our rags yet, so they sat beside us. We were naked. A Nazi man walked in and stood next to the woman. He looked at us quickly, then slowly, walking past each one. He looked at me and ran his gaze over my body. His gaze lingered at my viginia. I felt so humiliated and disgusted. Momman had always said the only man that should ever look at your naked body, was your husband. I did not even know the man before me, staring openly at everyone's crotch and breasts. We all felt the same. Ashamed, humiliated, and scared. We did not even have hair over our womanhood to protect us from his winter stare.. We were bare to anything and everything.

The man finished looking over each one of us. He began to explain the rules in his loud mean voice. We were to do only what we were told. If we did not…

When he gave that order he smiled touching his gun. In the mornings we were to get up at sunrise and work. Work would last all day. No one would get a brake. If we were caught not doing work, we did. It seemed as if that's how everything was here. You did, or you died.

The rules went on and on. By the time he had finished giving rules and orders it was time for workers to return and head to bed. He seemed disappointed, maybe even man that we did not get here earlier so that we may work. After he and the woman left we finally were able to dress into our rags.

Minutes later about seventy or more women in filthy rags, worse than some of ours, filed into the dorm building quickly and quietly. After the door shut they began talking to us. Telling us how life would be from now on. I was not looking forward to it. It sounded horrible. I had no idea how horrible it would be, even after all the pain I had lived through I still had no idea how bad it would be.

Some of the woman seemed surprised at the order we had done things.

"When I was taken here my head was shaved first."

"No it was the showers." The small argument ended when the sound of feet came lightly. We all climbed into a 'bed' stacked against the walls. The door opened quickly and a woman ran in jumping into bed panting hard.

"Sango! You should not try to escape! One of these days you will be caught!" The woman, or girl, (You could not tell, you could barley assume how old anyone was. They all looked the same. Skinny, none and skin, bald, and eyes sunk in.) Panted again.

"What difference would it be if they decided I was to die now than if they caught me?" A woman that I could not see from where I lay spoke. She sounded as my great grandmother had before she died when I was six did.

"You should just give up on him girl." Sango did not seem to hear her.

"I have to get Kohaku out of this hell hold. He is young. He doesn't deserve this. None of us do. The devil almost caught me this time while I was by Kohaku's dorm. But I got away." The woman who had spoken before spoke again sadly.

"How do you even know he is still alive? We have not seen any of the men or boys since the day we arrived. He could have been sent to another camp, or the chambers God forbid, shot, starved-"

"Don't you think I know that? But he's my brother! I'm not going to give up on him, I won't become like, like…" She stopped speaking. She did not cry. She just stopped speaking.

I slept that night, not soundly, I kept seeing people dieing before me. And I kept hearing my momman's screams.

"Get up! Up!" I opened my eyes slowly and coughed. My throat was dry. Someone's foot kicked me in the ribs as they quickly got out of the splintered bed. I could feel all the tiny wooded needles stuck into my back as I made a move to sit up. The girl named Sango looked at me eyes wide and mouthed for me to hurry. I nodded quickly getting out of my small wooden bed and placing my feet in the too- small wooden shoes we had been given. How wonderful. Now my feet would also feel the wonder prick of wooden needles.

"Line up." The woman that had shaved us when I arrived stood beside the door ordering us. We all filed out the door as quickly as we could, some of us tripping over one another. When I looked closely I saw she too had her head shaved. I wanted to ask her about it, ask her why she was helping kill her own people, but Sango must have known because she turned and shot me a quick look before anyone could see. I kept my mouth shut. I would need to become accustomed to that in this new place, or I might loose my tongue. Literally.

We stood in rows for hours as a man called our numbers to make sure we were all present. One woman did not answer. She was not there. I can only assume she died. Whether it was before roll call or after I could not say. All I know is her number was never repeated.

After roll call it was my first day of true work. Momman had lived on a farm as a child and used to always criticize me in my work and lecture me when I complained about my chores.

"You don't know what hark work is Kagome Higarashi!" I learned that day that Momman did not truly know either.

We were given pointless jobs. Some, me excluded, were to push huge, heavy rocks from one place to another. Back and forth. Some jobs were not as pointless. Horrible, but not pointless. The Nazis had us dig graves. Huge holes in the ground that must have gone miles both down and across. The graves didn't seem to be separate graves, what it really was just one huge grave. I was one of the gravediggers. Digging that grave I felt the need to puke. What kind of monster was I? Digging the grave of people who had not died yet. For the people that were only alive because the grave wasn't deep enough yet. I felt as though I were killing them.

The day lasted forever. As did the day after, and every day for the rest of the year.

Each night I went to sleep hungry and sore. My bones ached and I could not imagine how anyone could last as long as some had there. Sango had been there for two years. Possibly longer. She wasn't sure. She and I had somehow managed a friendship in hell. Both of us felt the same way I think. Glad to have a friend in our hell, but dreading it at the same time. We knew that one of us would die. Friendship never lasted in the camp. We felt horrible I think, because although we didn't want the other to die, we prayed our selves would out last the other. I understood why some kept to themselves, but Santo said it wasn't healthy. How she thought of health when we were all clearly dieing and starving to death I do not know.

"Do you see them? Because they have no friends they wonder around doing only what they are told. Being nothing more than a number. They have long since forgotten their names. They have no life anymore! They are as good as dead. They can't even love anymore…" Sango had gotten sad when she spoke of those people. I did not know if it was because she was sad for them, or if perhaps she was involved personally. I don't know what I was thinking. Of course she was involved personally… We all were in some way or another.

Most nights before we fell asleep from exsostion, Sango and I would speak of our families. I would tell her stories of Momman, Papa, and Sota. And in return she would tell me of her brother. I heard much of her parents. Only that they had been deeply in love. Sango spoke of love often. I think it was to make sure she didn't forget it.

She would tell me stories of how her brother had learned to ride a bicycle, how old he was, where he had gone to school, and how she was going to save him. I envied her. Sango loved Kohaku so much she would risk her life to save him from this hell. That was not why I envied her though… I would have done the same for Sota. I envied her, because she still had a brother.

Sango told me how she had tried many times to rescue her brother, but had failed. She had not been caught yet, but I was sure she would be. Sango would only wave her hand when I would speak my worry.

"If I am caught I am caught. I wont let silly worries stop me from trying to save Kohaku." I had glared at her, though I doubt she knew. It was very dark in the dorms. I could not even see her face even though it was very close to mine due to the crowded dorm.

"They are not silly worries Sango. If you are caught you die."

"And if I am not caught I die anyways. There is no point in worrying about it. I know it will come. My only hope is to save Kohaku before it does. Besides, I would do anything for Kohaku. I love him." I had not argued with her further. Who could argue with the truth?

I began having nightmares. Nightmares that fire was surrounding me and Satan was chasing me with his pitchfork. As it turned out he wasn't only in my nightmares.

'The Devil' they called him. He was a tall man, about six foot one, maybe more. His hair was long and silver. I never got close enough to tell if he was handsome or not. And I didn't plan on it. From what I had heard from Sango and many others, he was deathly handsome. And by deathly, they meant deadly. Next to Hitler he was as bad as they came. A born Nazi Sango called him. 'The Devil' was the worst from all the other men at the camp. He would kill a woman just for breathing to loudly. And he had. I had witnessed it.

Not close mind you. But close enough to see the blood splatter onto his chest. I heard many stories about him, and I did not doubt they were true. When you heard rumors about a Nazi, they were almost always true. Unless you heard a rumor about a Nazi falling in love with a Jew. It was impossible. It could never happen.

I would stiffen in fright every time I saw him, and my stomach would twist. I was always worried when Sango would leave to escape with Kohaku. I was so afraid 'The Devil' would catch her. But he never did. And Sango never escaped. She would always come back in quietly but quickly and whisper "Some other day."

"Got you Dirty Jew!" I almost screamed as I woke from my nightmare. The devil had caught me and was pointing his gun to my head as he had the woman from the camp. My nightmares had changed a little since I began hearing stories about 'The Devil'. Now instead of Satan holding a pitchfork, it was a tall man with silver hair holding a gun. As I fell back to sleep I was conscious of my breathing. I didn't want to be caught breathing to loud.

I did not dig the graves the morning after. That day only the people to die dug it. I was sent to tattoo the new comers. I remember their faces. Every single one. My heart was breaking more and more as I placed the needle on each woman's arm. One woman was about eight possibly nine months pregnant. I could not bear to look at her. I knew what would happen to her. The Nazis loved when pregnant woman arrived at the camp. They would experiment on them. I felt tears coming into my eyes as the woman touched her stomach and whispered to herself, to her unborn child.

"It's okay…Mommy's going to live so you can have a good life and go to school… So we can all be a family again." I poor woman didn't know that neither of them would live. I tried my best not to cry that day. All those people coming in not knowing what to expect. Somehow for me that was worse than digging the grave. The people meant for the graves new they would die soon anyway. But as I marked each woman's arm… Those women didn't know. They didn't know I singing them a death certificate. Some thought they would have a better life at camp like I had thought… those poor people… so neive and unknowing. The guilt I felt was unbearable. But I had to do it. If I didn't… I would die. But what difference did it make now if I lived or died. Certainly God would not let me enter heavens gates after what I had done. I was helping the Nazis kill. So either way I would be in hell.

My bones were visible all along my body. Sometimes I would try to count them before I went to bed. I had never realized how many bones were in the human body. My stomach growled loudly and my mouth felt dry. I would often wonder if thoughs who were in hell with Satan felt the same way as I did. I had lowered myself to that of a dog. When we would dig in the grave I would sometimes find worms and eat them when the men were not looking. I knew I had to eat more than they gave us, which was close to nothing. I had little nutrition and I would eat almost any edible thing I could find.

Many women would steal. They would take your food or drink when you were not looking. Some even took your pale. Which was your lifeline. With out your pale you received no food or drink. Without it you starved.

I could not bring myself to be angered by those who stole. They were only doing what they could to stay alive. I knew that not only was hunger eating them alive, but guilt. I could not be mad at someone who was suffering. Maybe that's why so many found it easy to steal from me. Or why I found it easy to steal from them.

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