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Chapter two

As he slowly roused from his comatose state he was faced with the reality that he was not lucky enough to have finally died. Well bloody bullocks for him, he basically begs the gods to dam him to hell and what does he get for his troubles yet again? A big fat "fuck you" followed by some idiots idea of a joke, in this case the joke is him still being alive. The second thing to come to mind was that nothing hurt anymore and he felt warm and comfortable. Two things that should be questioned and treated with wary suspicion, but he could not tell if he had it in him to do either. He was just so tired and done, he had been through so much hell and he just wanted to sleep life away with these kinds of half assed feelings did he have the right to continue to fight? Perhaps he should just except that he was never getting out of this and that life was never getting any better what was the harm in going with the inevitable flow? Hope was a useless emotion that had yet to do him any good the last two-hundred something odd years so why not just let it die a hard ugly death and rest like he could not? It was decided that's what he would do, so the next time that basterd came to get him he would put all his effort into dying. Taking a deep breath with an ease he had not felt in too long he prepared himself for what was to come.

Eyes still closed he slowly and ever so carefully pushed himself up and turn to the right so he could sit down. With every inch he moved he assessed his body's damage and took note that nothing seemed to hurt anymore. Which was definitely odd because he knew he had sustains some injuries that not even full blooded demons could have healed from, for all he had been through he should be crippled because there was no way his demon could have kept him alive and made sure he was healing properly. He gave a dark dry chuckle at that thought, humans always assumed demons could heal from anything and for the most part that was true. However demons were not magic like everyone liked to believe and even though a demon could survive a sword through the gut, or in his case a demons poisoned hand through the heart, that did not mean demons could not die or be permanently injured. It just meant that you had to try a lot harder to get them there. Nobody ever wanted to put in the effort though the lazy ass-hats, if there precious guns and weak explosives could not mortally injure a demon then it just could not be done. He knew for a fact that he had been so badly injured that his back and legs would be "healed" but would never function the same again. Well A hobble was better than nothing in his mind so he would take that instead of having to chop it off, but he knew that he would have to there was just no way to fix a completely shattered bone.

When he was finally sitting up he noticed something fall to his lap and snapped his eyes open in fright (more out of habit rather than the hope of being able to see anything) he grabbed whatever it was and jerked it to the side .He froze at what he saw. It was a thick wool blanket that had to be as big as a queen sized bed, quickly looking this way and that taking in the solid dark cherry oak dresser with six drawers directly sat in front of him. As well as the matching solid cherry oak bed frame that held the king sized mattress he had been previously laying upon. He franticly started to search the bed, he could see that it held a mountain of pillows of all sizes ranging from small to full body and a pile of soft warm blankets all made of wool, cotton and flees. The color patter was that of a deep rich royal purple and a lighter grey and he could see the room was lit up from the light entering the two glass door to his rights, if opened they lead to a spacious balcony. Quickly looking to his left he saw a large wood door with intricate patterns of the forest and it seemed to match the bed and dress. Slowing all movement he turned his head back in front of him to find a full wide mirror hanging above the dresser. It took less than a minute for him to take in his appears noticing that his silver strands were back to their original waist length (if not a bit healthier looking than he ever kept it) and no longer chopped up haphazardly in patches. Seeing something twitch atop his head brought tears to his eyes because he was positive that his puppy dog ears that his demon blood had given him had been torn and ripped beyond all repair. Bloody hell but he had missed these ridiculously cute and helpful appendages. The final thing he took notice of were his eyes, his wonderful clear eyes that had color and that could see! It was then that he burst into full blown sobs as he realized he could see! By the gods he could see, it was with much joy of a delirious nature and a healthy dose of sorrow that he rejoiced in this newly returned gift.

He was whole again and even though he had no idea how, he could not bring himself to care. Whomever it was that saw it fit to grace his disgusting hide with such gift was a saint in his eyes and if this was his new keeper he would serve them however they saw him fit to. His life was hell and he had no reason to live but since he was still alive and given his original body back by some miracle he would stay and serve his new lord and master until he was granted the sweet savory escape of death. He was nothing if not loyal and fair besides He no longer had dreams or a will of his own, no wishes that yearned to be fulfilled and no hopes to hold on to. He was simply what he was told to be nothing more. At some point he lost his strong sense of justice and spirit to fight, what was the point if everyone you helped turned against you and treated you like trash. He knew what he was, had always known what he was but had ignored it and fought it because he wanted to be more. He wanted to be more than worthless, more than nothing, more than the dirt upon the ground that was a curse upon every home and the filth that littered this glorious plan of possibilities and dreams. He wanted , no he needed to be more. Just a small something would have satisfied him, any little something really. Just when he though he had found that small little thing in his group as a friend and brother he had been tricked and they had been used to hurt him. He was the reason they were gone now and he had no right. NONE. To grieve for them and miss then, to dream of them and hope for their soul's peace because he was a mongrel, a monster, a pox upon the cusping edge of both worlds that spread it's disease of failure and broken promises.

He had no right to cry for them because he was the reason they were dead. Still he cried for his broken heart and lost soul because he could be honest with himself, his soul was so beyond shattered. This once, for just this moment he would cry out his pain for just this moment he would scream out his loses, for only this moment he would pound out his guilt. For just this one single moment he would allow himself to shatter and when his throat was raw and bloody from overuse he would count it as a small tribute to his lost loved ones. When his eyes swelled from his over indulgent abuse he would see it as a small repayment to their loyalty to him and when his tears finally ran out he would never count them as enough shed to proclaim his immense sorrow and his all-encompassing hatred for himself. He had no right but please, god's please, just for this moment! Let him shatter because when he finishes he swore he would lock the rest up he would close his mind to personal thought and he would be what he was told. No fight. No argument. No regrets, because he knew his place. He knew his place.

The last personal thought he still held through all he had suffered was why he still lived when the others died? If he was such an affront to Mother Nature's order of life, why did he still draw breath? Why was it he could not die? His soul focus in life was to survive so he never really thought much on the matter but now he wondered why no one ever just ended him. Even when he encouraged the god of death to knock on his door (for he would surely answer and with open arms invite said lord in) why did no one come?

With his arms propped up by his elbows on knees, and hands that held fistful's of silver locks at the base of his skull. He screamed his shame because that's all he had left. Sat upon the most comfortable accommodations to ever grace him in his life and surrounded by affluences, that only those with wealth to spare could ever hope to set eyes on let alone own, he disintegrated. With no warning at all of sound of smell, he was startled from his therapeutic release by a deep tenured voice. Shooting his head to the side of the door he felt some hair pull loose with his agitated actions.

"My poor young one. Please do not distress yourself so for you will become ill from such gut wrenching anguish."

Staring for but a moment at the being who had spoke he rushed off the bed in a panic to prostrate his repugnant carcass. He dare not look at whom he could only assume was his new lord and master and he would never be presumptuous enough to stay loafing about in the preseasons of someone higher than himself (according to life was any full blooded creature on the planet, which was such bull shit to him). Hearing nothing to indicate his lord had moved he felt a hand placed on top of his head where he could still feel the sting of his scalp that once held his regrown hair. With a flinch of anticipation for the strike that was most assuredly coming he waited, even if his lord had given him his body back he held on to no hope for better. He was surprised when all that came was a gentle soothing motion that eased the burn of his flesh. This accompanied with a gentle reprimand was what confused him and allowed his head to lift and look at this stranger that would show kindness to a half breed.

"You should not be on the floor young one, you are still healing and your soul has much to heal. Please lift yourself and rest once more, the bed must be more comfortable than the floor. Even though the carpet is thick and fluffy it is not meant to be used in place of a soft healing bed, it would sadden me to see you hurt after I had personally seen to your injuries when you first arrived here."

Eyes widening in surprise for such concern he looked at his master and sat up with realization. For this man whose feet never touched the ground and seemed to be hidden under a dark swirling gray cloud, could be none other than death. His wish had been grated he HAD died, he could not describe the feeling of relief inside himself as he stared at the god of souls. His rob like smoke lighted the further up it went on his person, changing into different shades of grays, blues, and greens in layers. It went from a dark almost black grey slowly transitioning into dark blues on the legs and lighter blues on the waist. From there it bled into light greens and creeped up the top to the hood getting a shade darker in each layer. The hood varied with different dark forest greens half covering a head topped with full dark black locks, the things that seemed to keep the hood from falling off and back was a pair of impressive antlers that stood proud and strong. The base of the antlers held sturdy and firm and they grew taller and spread out wider they justly branched and righteously presented themselves. Lushes locks fluttered about and framed a hauntingly beautiful truth. With pale blue eyes that almost shown clear he knew he stared at death.

"Please small one do not fear me I mean you know harm. Truly, for you are my precious child that has finally returned to me. I could not hurt you for it is not with in me to do so because I am here to love and guide you. Please child. Be calm"

"I am not afraid. For I have faced fear and hell and I know there faces but I have prayed for peace in death."

"Child you prayed for me. You prayed for death. For this I am so immensely sorry. My child your life has been filled with such desolation that I can only apologies and hope you find peace here. Hopefully in time you may even heal."

"I am finally dead? I can stop know? Be done? Here where I can just be without worry or care, will I been an equal or still a disgusting taint.."

He was roughly hauled to his feet and shook with a firm grip he would have been scared had he not already been dead he supposed. I mean once your dead there is nothing worse right? He would gladly take any abuse if it meant he was done with life, because now he was with his loved ones again. Assuming he was worthy enough to die and go to the same after life as then. Ah fuck him he had not even though of that possibility before, it would be just his luck to die and still me an unworthy prat to everything with a pulse… well in this case he guessed it would be to everyone with a, well dam what was he? A ghost, an apparition? A cloud of smoke with a conscience? He didn't care he just wanted to be able to see the only three people to ever love him again.

"You will never refer to yourself as such in my presence ever again child. I make no mistakes with my children, what you make of yourselves once you are presented to Mother Nature in her realm is your doing. However you are all created from my personal vision and you all are given a purpose. Yet so many of you turn in to blathering fools! I collect those who have be so wronged such as yourself."

No longer shaking him the lord of the underworld softly sat him back on the bed and joined him on his right side. Pushing his hair from his face the lord kissed his forehead as he gathered a few blankets and pillows to have the half-breed rest in and against. No wrapped in a wool blanket and leaning against a few pillows, he felt himself becoming drowsy but he had so many questions and he wanted to see his family just once more. That deep comforting voice spoke further lulling him to a peaceful slumber.

"Young son of Touga Inu no Taisho I need to tell you that I cannot keep you here.."

Shooting up as quickly as one could when cocooned in a queen sized cover he looked death in the eye and with a panicked voiced asked what he meant. Was he not wanted even here? Did he not deserve to see those he cared for? Was he to be punished for being a half-breed even in death? Could he not be given a modicum respite or kindness? Fuck what was there to wish for when you're dead if all you wanted was to be dead? On the verge of hysterical tears he begged the lord to find it in him to house a disgusting lowly creature such as himself only to be slapped so hard his head turn to the left and now looked over the mattress. Looking back to the lord to apologies for his impudence in asking for anything he was faced with a horrifying site. Deaths eyes had turned the color of hard blue ice and his antlers has formed into sharper more threatening things rather than the friendly woodland resemblance to a buck from the forests. His teeth that had be normal before were now sharp and pointed as well as elongated they looked ready to peel the flesh from any living beast that happened upon his path. Unfortunately that beast was himself.

"I have said once already to NEVER refer to yourself in such a degrade manner. You re my child made from my personal vision and you were made to be happy and live strong. You were a gift! A gift that was abused and scored! Not only was this a dishonor to you but myself as well! You child are more wanted by me than you shall ever know! I would keep you child, with my always until you felt the need to leave once more."

Brushing the half-breeds hair from his face once more the lord raised his head to look him in the eye again. See the lord was no longer the harbinger of hells fire he breathed a sigh of relief and asked why it was then that he was not allowed to stay? He was tired and so broken please do not send him back. Why? What had he ever done to deserve this constant rejection and affirmation of his worthlessness? God what did it take to get everything in life to just leave him alone to die in a hole!? Was he really what everyone in his life called him? Ever one says he deserves nothing but death but when he finally tries and succeeds he is told he must leave! This was such bullshit!

"It was not my plan to send you back young on. You were supposed to stay here with me and rest however there has been an unforeseen complication. "

"What complication could come about that even the god of death could not handle!?"

Now fully hysterical at the blaring realization that yes he would indeed have to go back to living his horrendous life and no there was no consolation prize. So basically the gods were looking down and having a big ol' laugh at his expense, after giving the stupid mongrel his wish they take it away to show him he is not even worth death! What did it take to die and stay dead?! Looking to the lord with nothing but terror shining in his big gold eyes he waited and listen for an answer that explained anything, everything so when he was forced back he at least understood.

"My power."

"What do you mean your power?!"

"I mean young inu-demon is that only my own can stop me or make me do something. There is someone who holds a part piece of my power and he has used it to take you back. "

"Lier! There is no one who wants me up there! The only ones who would are dead! There is no one to force me back!"

"My child those you think gone are not yet here. The one who seeks to take you from me has under estimated my power and overestimated his own. I have made a deal with him, one that will not be fair to you but in the end will be best for you. Please understand I do all that I do because I wish to see you happy young pup."

"What does all that mean, please? Please help me understand, please help me."

"Do not fret so pup no one shell hurt you like before. You will be happy ,you will be safe. Or I shell have his hide hung upon my wall."

All this seemed to be said with the upmost sincerity as the lord of the underworld allowed his fangs to grow and his antlers to sharpen. His body enlarged and to on a less defined form seeming to meld into the smoky rob. His hands that had been long and bony but soft looking all the same had lengthened and his nails tuned to talons so sharp they could skin a being so cleanly that any swordsmen, doctor, or demon would writhe in jealousy. Oddly enough through all this he did not once feel threated he knew this anger was not directed at him but rather for him and this had him feeling odd. As all this was going on he had been fighting this drowsy lethargic feeling that seemed to be swallowing him up and refusing to spit him out. With a guiding hand the king of souls laying him down and covered him.

"Sleep young prince and worry not for all will work out in the end for the best. Close your eyes and rest for once you open them again you will have a long and winding road as your next path."

"Nothing new there I bet you your demonic weight in gold there is broken shards of hells fire littering my path and me without my smashing boots. Lucky me."

Laughing gently at him the underworld ruler tucked him in and commented on his dark humor and acceptance.

"Young prince you have a sense of humor that has gotten you far in your short life. Keep that handy now sleep young one and worry not for I will watch over you."

Closing his eyes and allowing his breathing to even out he wonder when he woke up if he would still be in that dungeon healing from his tormentors "fun" play time. The last thing he heard before he fell asleep had him convinced that this had all been a dream because t had been so long that someone had called him by his name. Surely only in his mind would such a thing still occur.

"Sleep my Inuyasha, remember I will be watching over you."