Came back to show you, I could Fly
Warning: This story may contain some bad language, just to let you know.
Chapter 2: His Freedom, His Reality
The sounds of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hallways of one prison which was feared the by the entire world, for it held the most dangerous, treacherous, sly, deceitful, devious, cunning and untrustworthy criminals from across the land and overseas.
The prison guards were as extra strict, cold hearted, expressionless and serious. They stood tall, wearing their usual navy blue uniforms, hitting their clubs on the palm of their hands and riffles to their side, showing the prisoners their authority.
The cells where the criminals resided in were cramped and in total darkness for it did not have a window. The walls were a tick gray concrete brick and security systems and traps were placed in and around the prison making it difficult for escaping.
It was almost like the world renowned Alcatraz prison, if not twice as worse.
No one got special treatment. Do one thing wrong, and punishment would be ruthless and severe.
The heavy footsteps continued to walk down the path and soon it had turned to the right where a heavily guarded prison cell was located.
The many guards that were patrolling the cell moved out of the way, only to reveal a lone figure in darkness that had been excluded from the others, for they were unsure of what he was capable of.
In their eyes, he was the most dangerous of them all.
He was standing in the middle of the room lifting up heavy weights, forgetting everyone else around him. He did not care for anything, as his heart had become more stone cold than the prison guards and his hatred towards humans intensified.
"Inuyasha Takahashi" A deep and serious voice called out.
The figure stopped his actions and dropped the weights onto the ground, slowly making his way towards the guard who had called out his name. He stepped into the sunlight that shun through the metal bars of his cell, revealing his distant and fierce amber eyes.
He had grown taller throughout the years. His long silver hair was shorter, stopping just below his shoulder blade; his hands were more callous and rough and his skin remained as tanned as it was before. Everyone had thought he was a mute since he had not spoken a word and was often made the center of entertainment, however he paid no attention.
His once scrawny and undernourished physique was now well toned, replaced with muscles from all the heavy lifting and hard work he had to endure. It wasn't as big as the weight lifters you see on television; however his strength matched up to them. He became strong in both body and mind, just like he always wanted.
Inuyasha didn't utter a word and looked towards the guard with his famous frown.
"Congratulations" the guard spat out, his face looking sour at the thought of releasing the abomination to the world. "You are now a free hanyou".
Inuyasha had stood there and said nothing whilst the man in the navy blue uniform placed the key into his prison cell. The sound of it unlocking was like music to his ears.
Slowly he walked towards the opened door with the handcuffs still on his hands when the guard grabbed him on his upper arm.
"Do anything wrong again and I will kill you, then I would say it was an accident". He said lowly, so no one but Inuyasha could hear.
Inuyasha glared at him dangerously and snatched his arm away. He could have beaten the crap out of him or even killed him right then and there for all the things he had put him through throughout the years, however he didn't want to waste anymore of his life confined within these darkened, eerie walls.
The guard smirked as he let go and escorted Inuyasha towards the exit door. He could no longer kick, taunt, push or even hit the hanyou much to his dismay, as he was no longer a prisoner.
Soon they had uncuffed him and returned all his belongings, before leading him through the door of new beginnings.
Inuyasha wanted to savour the moment so taking one step at a time, he slowly walked out of the place he had called home for most his years and stood on the concrete footpath.
The warmth of the sun rays touched his skin and he closed his eyes as the breeze swept past him, ruffling his hair. He breathed in the fresh air and exhaled deeply.
There was always sunlight and air in the prison backyard however; it reeked of sweat and dirt which was suffocating. Whilst this one felt different and smelt different because it was fresh and the scent of freedom was intertwined with it.
After a couple of minutes had passed, he then decided that it was time to leave. What happened in the past 8 years was now going to stay in the past. He flung his backpack over one shoulder and started walking with his head held up high.
He was never going to look back.
…
Unsure of where to go, he decided to stop at a secluded area by the park, much like the one his mother had taken him to on his 7th birthday; only this one was closer to the beach and was minutes away from the bustling town.
Before he had arrived there, he received the biggest glares, frowns and many foul words. He had food thrown at him and when he walked passed a couple of women; they walked at an incredible speed in the other direction, clutching their hand bags towards their chest tightly.
He knew he would be treated this way, he couldn't expect anything more from humans. From the moment that he was born, all they ever did was treat him like he was a disease. However, seeing as though he had been away for 8 years, a little something inside of him believed that the world would change and that they would treat him as an equal. He didn't know why he held on to that certain something, when humans were still the single minded fools they always were.
They were destroying the tiny spec of compassion he had for them in his cold heart.
He continued to look at nothing in particular and sighed. It was getting dark and he didn't have any money; no family, no friends, no food and he had no home to return to.
He would rather kill himself and spend an eternity in the damned fires of hell, then go back his disrespectful, murderous and dangerous step family of his, which he also vowed the day he got out of Juvenile Hall that he would get revenge on.
His male pride would also rather let his body freeze to death than go to the shelter for the homeless.
The park bench was his last resort. No one was around and by the scent in the air not many people walk by this way, which was perfect for him.
He placed his back pack so that it was leaning on the arm rest and he relaxed his head on it and looked up to the dark skies.
The stars were slowly revealing themselves one by one, becoming his night light and his television show.
He placed two arms behind his head, wandering what the future had in store for him, If there was a purpose as to why he was here now, enduring all this hardship and wandering if things would get better. He didn't really care about all the things life had thrown his way, for he would face it straight on.
He could understand why the world was cruel to him, for he carries alot of hatred in his heart and soul.
There were no happy endings in his book.
He also wandered what the world would be like in 10 years time. Would they still treat people who are different unfairly? Would they still treat Youkai's and Hanyou's differently? Will there ever be a time where everybody got along?
The one thing he knew for sure was that it was take some kind of miracle for humans and demons alike to get along with each other. A really special miracle.
All of a sudden the voice of his mother echoed throughout his mind.
"I see so much potential in you my son. You have a very high intellect for someone your age. I know you're going to make something great of yourself one day."
"Promise me you won't let anyone hold you back and Promise me that you will never change and continue stay the same person I love and adore".
Not a day had gone by when he didn't think of his mother and the fate he led her to. He could still hear her sweet voice and see her beautiful smiling face; he could still feel the warmth of her touch and remember the gentle look on her eyes, whenever he made her happy.
He clenched his fist. I'm sorry he said to himself, still gazing upwards. I can't live the life you want me to live, for I will only bring you disappointment.
As if one star in particular heard his thoughts, it twinkled and shun brighter than the rest of the galaxy, lending him its strength.
Slowly his eye lids started to feel heavier and soon he let sleep envelope him.
The first night of his freedom was cold however, he had the warmth of the stars above him.
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The next morning he had awoken bright and early in his usual bad mood. His distant amber eyes scanned the place, deciding that a walk would do him some good, so he could see how much change the town had gone through.
Getting up slowly, he stretched his back muscles, brushed his teeth in the nearest men's room and changed into his spare white t-shirt and black pants. He didn't eat for he could last a couple of days without food. Deep down though, he knew he would need to find work because he needed to eat sooner or later and have a roof over his head.
He then climbed up to the tallest tree near his park bench, where he placed his backpack on the highest branches, so no one would run off with his only possessions.
When he returned a couple of hours later, he was no longer in a bad mood; he was in a foul one. His clean white shirt was now dirtied with sauce and grease stains after a group of people had thrown their breakfast and morning tea at him. It really took much of his strength not to go over there and rip them to shreds. They weren't worth his time or his energy. He was saving every ounce of his strength for Naraku and Rien.
It was now around lunch time and it was a cool and windy day, so he decided to sit up on the branches of the tree where he had hidden his bag.
He leaned back against it and closed his eyes, drifting off to a light sleep, when he suddenly smelt the scent of salt mixed in with sakura petals and honey. He tried to ignore it at first however, the aroma seemed to linger in the air and it was definitely becoming nauseating. It did seem to feel comforting and calming for some reason.
Wanting to know where the scent was coming from, he jumped off the tree still wearing his stained clothes and followed his nose.
It had led him to a cliff where there was a small lookout positioned near the edge, exhibiting the most breathtaking, panoramic views of the neighboring islands and the never-ending ocean.
Looking around he had noticed a silhouette of a woman sitting down at the edge of the cliff with her back facing towards him, way beyond the safety of the wooden fence barrier.
Intrigued, he slowly made his way to the figure making sure not to startle her and stopped only a few meters away.
He couldn't really see her face very well, however she had long cascading dark raven hair which swayed to the direction of the wind. She was supporting her small body with her tiny hands on the ground behind her and her head was resting on her left shoulder. He could see how perfectly her red dress complimented her womanly curves and her silky smooth skin. He could tell that she was a woman of a high stature by her perfect posture and the way she crossed her lustrous legs over the edge. She held some sort of grace and elegance with her.
He had to admit she was beautiful; however it was a shame that she had to be human.
Suddenly he was reminded of his childhood, where he wasted his afternoons with a girl who looked exactly like the one before him, except older. Could this be her?
He sniffed the air once more and finally recognized that the smell of salt was from her tears and the sakura and honey was that of her perfume.
Carefully getting up, she made sure her dress didn't fly wildly with the wind.
She turned around so that her back was facing the sun and started to walk over to the fence barrier when the ground beneath her crumbled.
She let out a piercing scream as she fell backwards.
Inuyasha, who was quick to react, jumped over the fence and made his way towards her in an instant. He really hated the weak human side of him.
He looked over the edge somewhat concerned and thought that she had fallen into the freezing, rocky waters. He was about to dive in after her when he noticed her figure holding on to a small opening in the cliff.
"Help!" she yelled as her azure orbs came in contact with his amber ones for the first time that day.
Inuyasha felt immobilized for a moment when he saw those azure orbs. This woman definitely wasn't that little girl he met when he was young. Her azure eyes seemed to contain more life. It was alluring and hypnotizing if you were to look at them closely, but he broke out of his thoughts when more tears escaped and slid past her rosy cheeks.
Suddenly he had a mental battle with himself on whether or not he should help the weakling in front of him.
He shook his head with disappointment at himself as his pathetic human side got the better of him once again.
He held one hand onto the wooden fence and the other reached out towards her.
There for the first time in 16 years, he broke his silence and spoke to the one thing in the world he hated most. "Reach out your hand" he yelled, stretching his arms to the limit for her. His voice sounded hoarse but it wasn't surprising.
The girl just stared at his hand and then looked at the violent ocean below. Fear struck in her eyes and she shook her head. "I can't" she yelled back and closed her eyes.
Inuyasha became angry and frowned. "You can, just lift up your arms".
The woman was having an inner battle with herself also. She thought that it would be the best for everyone if she let go and everything would be alright however, she still had a life to live.
After a couple of minutes Inuyasha started to get impatient. "Do you want me to help you or not?" he asked.
Slowly she reopened her eyes with a slight determination in them and lifted her arm up into the air so she could grab the mysterious man's hands.
"A little further!" Inuyasha spoke as their hands almost touched, when rocks the size of a fist suddenly hit Inuyasha in the back.
Angrily he looked to the direction the rocks had come from and noticed a group of men and their kids staring at him with disgust, thinking he was doing something bad to the woman before him. "Leave her alone" one of them yelled and threw another rock at him, hitting the top of his eyebrows, leaving a deep cut.
Slowly a thick crimson liquid escaped from it and trickled into Inuyasha's right eye, blinding him momentarily.
Stupid Incompetent Humans!!!! he angrily told himself. "I'm trying to help her you idiots!!!" he yelled back at them and focused his attention on the raven haired beauty below him.
"I can't hold on any longer" she said as she fixed her grip.
Inuyasha, who could only see in one eye, extended his arm towards her once more. "Hold on" he continued as their hands were only centimeters apart. Suddenly, he felt his grip on the fence loosen and a slight tingle rush through his fingers. He looked back and saw the same man as before standing with a frown on his face, and the others with a smirk.
They had used the rock and crushed his fingers with it.
Being unbalanced, he started to fall forwards off the cliff, hitting the raven haired beauty in the process.
"AHH!" She screamed and together they started free falling, edging closer and closer to the freezing, hazardous and unknown waters of the ocean.
Inuyasha thinking quickly, swung his himself over to the frightened beauty beside him and wrapped his body around her so he would take the full impact of the fall.
He wasn't sure why he was protecting her like this when it was her own kind that was leading them to their downfall, his downfall.
He really wanted to wipe the human's existence from the face of the planet, for they have shown him once more that they were one of the most stupid, unintelligent, egotistical, ignorant bastards to walk the earth.
Author's Notes: We'll that's another chapter, hope you liked it. Thank you for your kind reviews. I just scrapped in and passed English so forgive me if my spelling and grammar is wrong and off. It's kind of hard when English is not your first language, hehe but im trying.
Always Chikka.