Research Log- I have made a groundbreaking discovery. My specimen has three or more separate "entities" it can somehow morph itself into. In each of these entities it has a different body structure and even a different mentality. One is human, another is an unknown, never before seen form, and the most commonly exhibited is an intermediate between them. Without warning precisely twelve hours and thirty two minutes ago the subject changd from it's intermediate entity to the human one. I have spent the past night monitorring, testing, and gathering information on the subject's human form. Since I was occupied gathering the information and observations there has been litle concluded at this point, but thirty two minutes ago my specimen reverted back to it's intermediate form. I'm going to spend the next day or so studying the data collected and will hopefully have concluded more then. During that time my specimen will be put out of sedation to recuperate from the data gathering process, it was rather..... strenuous for the specimen and I don't want it to die just yet.
Dr. Adam Smith
Just about the only thing Inuyasha was aware of other than the pain was the sound of his blood dripping through the gauze covering his multiple "openings" and dripping onto the reflective silver tray beneath him like some kind of crimson rain.
Inuyasha struggled to open his unmaimed eye to ensure himself that he no longer had the body of a human, to tell himself that the pain would start to diminish.
When he finally did manage to get the eye open through the caked on blood and other, more unsightly fluids coating him he managed to catch a glimpse of the dull grey hair lying limp at the side of his face. Shortly thereafter he closed the blood clouded and faded gold eye, not only did this tiniest of movements exhaust what energy he had left, but he also had no desire to view the red lined and tainted place his world had become.
The sharp "drip-drip-drip" of his blood onto the steel tray beneath his feet resounded in his small delicate ears.
For the tortures they had carried out on his human body the previous night hey had brought in a new bodylock for him to replace the steel table. He was now strapped with kevlar and steel bands to a steel surface stuck to the back wall of the brightly lit room he was smothered in. His arms were held stretched out crucifix style and barred to the steel wall with tight clamps around his elbows and wrists, they were locked so tight he could feel the bone and tendon under them starting to wither.
Inuyasha's legs were locked straight down by steel clamps at the knee and ankle, every bit as strangling as those on his arms.
The dripping of the blood became hyptnotic as it drolled on in Inuyasha's ears. And then all at once Inuyasha felt his consciousness loosen from his body and all at once slip into a different state of being altogether.
At first it seemed as if he was floating away from his body like weightless dandelion fluff, he could see clearly his limp and bleeding body suspended from the steel wall like a torn ragdoll, the odd machines pumping blood and other fluids back into his body to keep him bound to his torturous existance next to him, even the white cloaked researchers and their clipboards were visible to the smallest detail.
Then vision began to fail and the horrible world around him faded gradually until he was in a world of blackness, no, a world of simply.... nothing. There was no light and there was no darkness, there was nothing. Inuyasha could feel his mind but not his body, he was devoid of senses. It was simply nothing.
The nothing scared Inuyasha, all his life he had been gifted with the sharpest of senses and to be voided of them was the worst horror imagineable for him. He felt with his mind for the connections to his body frantically, desperately, he preferred the pain to the void that he was in.
Slowly the sharpness of the pain began to returm, as did the blackness of closed eyes. The sound of the dripping of his blood returned as well, as well as the rustle of the pens on the clipboard in the hands of the researchers and the mechanical sounds of the machines.
Inuyasha's senses returned, but there was something.... somehow different with him that he couldn't quite place. A new awareness.
It seemed as if he could feel the connections between the four parts of his being; body, mind, soul, and his heart. They were all connected in an intricate web that interconected all of them in the subtlest of ways, all the other pieces fighting for influence over the body portion of his being. It felt as if
Inuyasha could almost see the conflict between his human heart and demon soul, the demon part was struggling violently for control and was beginning to slowly overcome the human heart.
What he noticed the most however was the connection between the formless parts of his being, the mind, heart, and soul, and their physical embodiment, the body. It was as if the thin cords attaching them were being stretched out, loosening his connection with his body. Inuyasha didn't know what to make of it.
Inuyasha was sharply pulled from his sight of his being by the cold and disturbing voice of Smith.
"take him off all sedatives and fully bandaged, I want him at least thirty percent healed by the time I'm back. I don't care if you think it's impossible, just do it!" Smith ordered at the quaking researchers.
Almost immediatly Inuyasha felt their gloved hands on him, bandaging and healing his rendered flesh. He was about to sink back into his own mind when he heard Smith say;
"and don't forget, that Higurashi girl is here tomorrow to see the subject. Be sure to film and observe all interactions while.........."
Smith drolled on, but Inuyasha noticed nothing of what he said after mentioning Kagome. He was instantly brightened at the knowledge that he was going to see Kagome, she was all he was living for. He needed her if he was to live through this hell.