This is my first story, so any constructive criticism is welcome. Be easy though! ).
Prologue
"How are you doing, Inuyasha?" A man, a businessman with a gray, clean-cut suit, smiled demurely at me. He took out a briefcase and opened it, taking out a few sheets of documents. All these people and their documents...these suave imbeciles and their attempted sophistication, probably with salaries containing many digits...all these people sicken me. I gripped the table hard, feeling the inner rage I've grown so familiar with, but quickly suppressed it. I looked around my cell, uninterested in the visitor's antics. 'Of course it didn't change,' I scoffed at myself. Everything around me - even my clothing - was as white as fresh snow. It was an alien world, yet, it never ceased to amuse me. A calculated throat clearing brought back my attention. It was that idiot businessman. 'Very well,' I thought, eyeing the patient man, 'I'll entertain him.'
"Uh...I feel just fine, actually. Great in fact!" The businessman nodded and kept that creepy smile. Of course, he didn't believe me. He continued looking through the documents. I looked down at the table and the white floor, and started plotting his demise.
"Great. Well I'm Dr. Higurashi, a psychiatrist, and I'm here to help with your current situation." He tossed a page, which landed quite neatly in front of me. The sudden change of vision startled me, and visions of silver and crimson intensified two-fold. I picked up the paper and glanced through the contents...contents I practically memorized. "Inuyasha Tashi...born on December 13th, 1985...charged for murder...reduced sentence due to insanity..." I forcefully slammed down the paper, and chuckled as Dr. Higurashi jumped ever so slightly, like the timid rabbit he was. "Keh! Let me tell you something, doc. You see, there are all sorts of geniuses. You have some mathematical ones like Brahmagupta. You have musical ones like Mozart. You have artistic ones like Michelangelo. I'm simply another one of them. Do realize that geniuses have their little quirks in the mental department. So unless you have a purpose in coming here, I suggest you take your leave. We do want this room staying nice and white now..." I let the threat hang there, satisfied it did its work.
Or not. Dr. Higurashi merely flashed a grin at me, showing a set of disgustingly yellow teeth. "My friend, are a very special case. This anger is totally understandable. Please, relax, sit down, and have a look at this." He took out a large piece of paper, and placed it in front of me. I slowly sat back down, wondering to myself when I rose up, all the while glaring at him. "Not me, the picture."
"Feh." I looked at the paper. Immediately, a thousand fires ignited in my head. Many thoughts crashed and tumbled, but gave way to one particular memory. Soon, guttural screams in my head made their way to my mouth, and suddenly all was nothing. I was literally blind with anger, only able to hear myself screaming and thrashing about with my deadly claws. Many of them connected into soft flesh, but it was little relief compared to the monster I was turning into.
Yet, as quickly as it started, the cacophony died down. I barely heard the staff saying "Tranquilize him! Get Dr. Higurashi out of here!", before I met the ground. At least my sense of feeling was still crystal-clear. But, as if Fate hasn't had enough, I witnessed the paper innocently swishing into the ground. It landed right into my range of vision. I groaned helplessly as the damn forsaken memory erupted like a raging volcano...