For anyone who cares, sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out but I had a little trouble getting the idea from my head to the computer. ::Sigh:: I guess my promise of having regular updates is shot. Oh well, I'll still as try as hard as I can to make sure that my updates aren't too far apart. Key word: try. Anyways, if anyone reading this does like it or hate it or whatever than it would be kinda nice if you told me what you thought. But I'm not desperate for reviews (not yet…) and I won't stop writing (unless you want me to) plus I have the wonderful Aleu-san reviewing for me. I give you my thanks oh fire goddess. ^^ Ok, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Me own Inuyasha? Yeah right! Not even in my dreams! So don't sure, I'm just borrowing. (Plus if I did own them Kagome wouldn't be falling in love with Inuyasha ::hint, hint:: )
At one point in every child's life they wonder what it would be like if they lived in a difference place, in a different time. It didn't matter whether if you a ningen or a youkai, nor if you rich or poor. A child goes through life with an innocence that can sometimes be mistaken for ignorance, yet it is the adults who are oblivious. Children lose their innocence because of the world's ignorance, and every child loses their purity in one way or another. That's what makes you an adult, when you learn a lesson of life. For some its causes a drastic change in their destiny, while others can easily brush it off, but there are some were the lessons they've learned are have placed a scar upon their very souls.
A girl sat in the corner of her cell with her legs wrapped around her knees and her head resting on her knees. The thin rags around her body could hardly be called clothing and the poorest of people even had a better living area than the one she was currently occupying. The stone walls were covered in dirt and mold and her own blood. One corner was filled with hay that was supposed to be a crude substitute for a proper toilet. The corner she was sitting in was filled with hay that wasn't very much cleaner than the other and served as a bed but she could never find the comfort to sleep. The only source of light was the slit in the door where the barbaric people who captured her would place her food that didn't even consist of anything edible.
The girl herself was in much the same condition. Her hair was filthy from the clumps of dirt and blood that got stuck in it. Her body which was covered in bleeding wounds and healing scars had shrunk from the lack of good nutrition. Her face could no longer support any emotion except for misery and her eyes lost the smile that they usually held. Her whole figure had grown to endure the punishment it received everyday and her mind had forgotten how long it had been since she last saw the life living beyond the walls of her prison.
Her senses were dulled because of the drugs that her captors had given her. She tried to listen to the footsteps outside the door only to find that she was deaf. She tried to look about for some escape only to find herself blind. She has tried many times to scream for someone only to realize that she couldn't even use her voice as an aide. Her youkai strength and power was reduced to that of a normal being. Even her usually sensitive nose was dulled by the drugs that the kidnappers had forced upon her. She was defenseless and vulnerable to any attack laid upon her.
The child curled up into a ball on the straw which felt more like needles that was poking into her side and causing her more pain than it normally should have. Her mind drifted away into a place that it could find peace, and her eyes began to droop ever so slightly. However, when she realized that she was falling asleep, she jerked awake and her blank gaze returned to a black nothing.
The tears begun to fall on her already stained face. She hated this place, hated her captors, hated herself, hated her family. She once again buried her face in her arms and began to cry softly hoping that the guards outside the door who stood there all day and night would not hear her whimpering. Why did she have to be the daughter to a powerful taiyoukai? Why couldn't she just be normal? If she was just like all the other children, she would be outside playing right not if it was the afternoon. If it was night, she would be listening to her mother read or tell her bedtime stories. Instead she had to be Kagome, the daughter of Higurashi.
The daughter that had so many expectations to live up to, and yet had to deal with much more prejudice than the other heirs because she was a girl. The daughter who wanted to play with the other children, but instead was stuck inside a classroom and had to listen to a tutor who had a voice that could put the most attentive person asleep. The daughter who wanted a mother who wanted to play with her yet had a mother who scolded her for picking up a doll instead of a book. The daughter who wanted a father who held her close and paid attention to her, but got a father who was always busy with his work. The daughter who wanted to go on an adventure but instead was being held for ransom. She was the daughter who had everything but nothing going for her.
That night the monsters receding in her mind took hold of her innocence and turned a part of her pure heart to a darkness that would frighten even the most hard-hearted person.
Kagome awoke with a start as her nightmare began to replay itself in her mind. Her breathing was shallow and came in quick bursts. She clutched the sides of her head trying to force the memories out of her mind.
The girl was lying on the ground in front of the person who ordered her capture. With her disabilities, she had no idea who was standing before ordering her torture. She didn't know what he (or she) looked like, what their voice sounded like, nothing. It was these times, when trying to recover from a humiliating session of abuse, did she feel the most betrayed.
Where were her parents? Why wasn't anyone helping her? The questions that raced through her mind usually brought more pain than the actual physical abuse. She could feel the hands caressing her face as if apologizing then quickly and harshly produced another bruise on her human-like skin. She cried out in pain but her cries were mute and something was forced down her throat. It burned from the moment it touched her tongue to the time it finally settled in her stomach, making her nauseous and causing her to throw up in an instant, trying unsuccessfully to remove the potion from her system.
If she could only she could find a way to keep the poison from reaching her blood but once it entered her she could never find the strength to force it back out. The hands gently patted her head as another pair grabbed her wrists as proceeded to drag her back to her cell. Her body tried desperately to keep up with the guards but failed miserably. Her body was numb except for her stomach which was still protesting to the potion that was forced upon her.
She was thrown into the small filthy room and she cautiously made her way over to the straw bed, gently prodding it to see if it was indeed her bed and not her bathroom. When satisfied she practically collapsed on the pile and allowed herself to fall asleep knowing that after her poisoning no one would bother to disturb her.
Kagome cried out softly, trying not to make too much sound and alert the person in the next room to her agony. That didn't stop the tears from falling down her cheeks and staining the cover until it was dark with water. She knew what was coming next and whimpered at the thought as it began to once again repeat itself and caused her as much pain as when it originally happened.
The girl sat quietly her thoughts once again taking over as she poked the food that lay at her feet. It seemed to be too long since her last poisoning. In fact it seemed to long since her last torture. There was something going on. The effects of the potion were slowly beginning to wear off. Her vision wasn't so dark, her hearing wasn't so dull, and she could even smell the strong sent of the putrid cell. Something was defiantly wrong. Her captors never let her regain her senses and yet here they were returning to her.
Why though? She would have been jumping up and down in glee if she hadn't been as curious as to know why her tormentors were late in her tormenting (and if her body wasn't still as weak as a human). There had to be something going on and she would be damned if she was just going to sit aside while she actually had the ability to find out what.
Making up her mind she slowly go to her feet and was glad that she didn't immediately fall back down. She could vaguely see the outline of the thick door that blocked her from any communication to the outside world. Carefully making her way to the door, and she was not at all surprised to find it not locked. Why was there any need to lock such a heavy door when the person inside was about as strong as a child and helpless as a new born? That wouldn't seem like a threat to anybody. She used all her strength to just get the heavy door open and gave out a small sigh when the fresh air hit her full in the face.
Alright, she now knew something was wrong if there were no guards whatsoever guarding her unlocked door. She looked around and tried to figure out what the blurry dark outlines belonged to. She saw that her cell was at the end of a hallway and she turned to find a staircase leading out of the prison where she had been kept. Placing her hand on the wall to guide her, she slowly walked over to the stairs and began to ascend the steps. She sighed a bit frustrated when she step out into another hallway, and continued wandering around in a maze of hallways until she heard yelling of some sort.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated in the noise. Her common sense was telling her to run far away from anything that might make a squeak, but her curiosity was telling her to investigate. She didn't stay in her cell and she wasn't about to stay away from something that may help her find her way out of this place. So she once again concentrated on the noise allowing it to guide her to its source. As it got louder she realized that the potion was becoming very weak for she could hear individualized words instead of muffled screaming.
"Hurry!"
She wondered why they (whoever they were) should hurry.
"…Fools! … Don't stand there! … Attack them!"
They must be under attack, but from whom? She kept her breathing slow and even as she rounded the corner where all the noise was coming from. She stopped dead in her tracks as blurred figures came to her view. She didn't recognize the room but it was huge, had to be a dinning area for there were chairs and tables filling the room. She didn't pay mush attention to the decorations that hung on the wall but tried to instead concentrate on the faces of the people who were fighting in the normally peaceful room.
She whimpered softly when she realized her vision was still very weak and she couldn't match any of the fuzzy faces to any names nor could see tell if they were her captors enemy or her friend. Well, your enemy's enemy must be your friend. She was thinking along the same terms as she ventured slowly into the room. She made sure that she kept close to the wall and crouched as low as possible. If they were all to busy fighting then maybe they wouldn't notice her as she made her way to the outline of a gigantic door on the opposite side of the room. She's been lucky so far, maybe her luck had finally come back to help her.
She however was not that lucky, or so she thought as a pair of hands wrapped around her waist and held her in the air. She let out a startled scream hoping that someone would be able to help her. The last thing expected was to hear her mother's voice whispering in her ear, "It's okay, Kagome, I'm here now and nothing is going to hurt you ever again."
The child was surprised and twisted in the pair of arms that were now running across the room to the door where she had just been heading. Sure enough there was her mother's face as clear as the daylight which she missed so much. She couldn't help but feel an immense sense of relief as she gripped on weakly to her mother. Now was not the time for tears though her eyes stung from them, and she tried even harder to hold on. Her mother must have sensed her movements because she held her tighter in her grasp.
Why was it taking so long to get out of this place? It seemed like an eternity had passed before they were standing before a pair of double doors, both opened wide as if they had been forced. If the girl felt relieved before she was at peace now. She was in her mother's comforting arms and she was sure that they were finally leaving this prison of hers. All they had to do was find their way out of the maze of halls and then they would be free.
A yell suddenly jerked the girl out of her peaceful state and another pair of arms tore her away from her mother's. She immediately knew that by the harsh treatment that the person holding her was not a friendly one. She looked forward and found a group surrounding her mother who was fighting desperately to get back to her. One of the men hit her hard across the face, and the girl was sure that she would pass out from the look on her mother's face. Her young eyes widened in fear as the group who were closing in closer to her mother were thrown off in all directions and in the middle of the bodies stood the same woman who had saved her. Though it wasn't her mother she was looking at, this woman had eyes red as blood and a look that insured someone's death. To her surprise the girl found herself cowering against the person who pulled her away her mother.
The woman stalked towards them but was briefly distracted when a few of the bodies got up and once again attacked. However she brushed them off like they were simply nuisances that needed to be dealt with. The girl was now torn between running from her mother and running to her.
Before she could even make a decision her mother was once again attacked by a group that seemingly came out of nowhere. Unfortunately, she didn't throw them off as easily as she did the last. And when the next round of attack came she wasn't able to defeat them all.
All the girl could do was watch as her own mother who was fighting so hard to protect her was brutality and literally torn from limb to limb until she nothing more than a bloody mess on the floor. She stared in horror at what used to be her mother, and all the pent up emotions inside of her wanted to be let free.
Though she couldn't see it her own eyes grew the same shade of red as her mother's did. Her fangs which were dulled to that of a human became sharper and elongated. Her senses were not only back to normal but now seemed to be going to their greatest extent. Her mind which had been numb was now concentrating on only one thing revenge.
The hall which she was in ran red with blood spilt by the hands of a once innocent girl. That day an unknown force tried to finally take down one of the Taiyoukais that protected the fair Japan but instead succeed in gaining an enemy that would one day become a force to be reckoned with. She managed to put off a war that would have happened if it had not been for her blind rage but it was only because she lost one of the most cherished people in her life. It was also the day she vowed to find her captor and her mother's murderer and get revenge for the crimes he committed.
O.O Did I write that? Oh goodness, what has gotten into me? Well, at least part of the plot had finally been revealed. Sorry it is short. If anyone has any good tips for a new author I would love to hear them. I know pathetic but if it helps my writing then hey! I don't mind. Anyways, next chapter our favorite demon exterminator is brought in ::looks at story line:: Yea, I think that's right. Again all reviews are accepted ::hint hint:: ^^
Bye for now
~Ryuu Madoshi