Crazy? Not me.

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Chapter 2: De-hanyou-fied…

"…Am I allowed to say 'no'?" Izayoi asked.

"Not really," the woman in front of her answered.

"Then why did you ask?"

"We like to give you the choice,"

"But…I didn't have the choice…"

The woman sighed. "Mrs. Hongoroshi, we'd like to have word with you about your son," she started in order to change the subject.

"What about him?" she said as her eyes narrowed.

"May we come in?"

"Depends, what about him?" She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes further.

"Nothing serious, just…a word,"

"Well, if it's just a word, can't you say it out there?"

"It might be best if you sit down,"

"Why? What word is it?" Izayoi asked with mock worry.

"Izzy? Who's at the door?" she heard Inunotaisho ask from another room.

"No one I can't handle, dear!" Izayoi shouted back.

"Should I be concerned?" she heard back.

"No!" Izayoi shouted in answer before turning back to the people at hand. "Why does anyone from a mental rehabilitation center need to talk about my son?"

"We are afraid that he might need a bit of help containing his powers, and reorganizing his thoughts,"

"What do you mean?"

"Demons are known for their love to fight, so we want to help convince him that fighting's bad,"

"…And that's all?"

"Yes, it will only take a few days,"

"…And he's back at home?"

"Yes,"

"…" Izayoi didn't know what to say. She didn't want to turn her son in, but she knew that he was having a hard time with this. Maybe if he went to this place, and they helped him, he would be all right. Then again, if they thought he was mentally ill…? She also knew it would take a lot longer than a few days to get her son back if that was the case. However…what if this was what was best for him? …She doubted that.

"Mrs. Hongoroshi, we assure you, it's in your son's best interest,"

"…I…don't know, I don't think he really needs it…"

"We do this for all young youkai and hanyou. Your son is no different, and he needs it just like everyone else,"

"Well…when you put it that way… I do want what's best for him, but…" Izayoi still couldn't decide. Last time she was visited about this matter, the police had thought it was an assault… didn't that mean that these people were the cops' idea? Didn't that mean that they thought it was on purpose too? What if they thought he was insane or somethin-

"Izzy! I'm off to work!" the call from her husband woke Izayoi up from her musings.

"Alrighty, see you soon," she said in her normal voice knowing he'd hear.

She turned back to the people at her door. "May we come in now?"

"…Alright," Izayoi sighed as she opened the door wide enough for the two to filter through. "Please, have a seat. Coffee?"

"Thank you, that would be most appreciated," the spokeswoman of the two said with a nod.

Before Izayoi went into the kitchen, she took a detour up the stairs. "Sweetie?" she called softly as she entered her son's room.

"Mm?" she saw the lump in the blanket shift slightly.

"Sweetheart, I need you to come downstairs for a moment," Izayoi saw the lump stir again.

"Why?" She barely heard the sound through the muffle of the blanket.

"Just because, please come down?"

"…Fine," he whined before moving toward the edge of the bed. He rolled over straight off the edge as the blanket piled on top of him. Shifting the covers, just enough that his head could poke through, Inuyasha shuffled down the stairs.

They walked into the kitchen together, and Izayoi set the coffee pot on. "Okay sweetie, I want you to go out there and listen to what those people have to say, alright? They're only here to help you," Izayoi said as her son nodded and shuffled out of the kitchen with his blanket still around him.

With a sigh, he slumped down into the chair across from the couch the two women were sitting. "So…who are you people?" he started.

"We are from the rehabilitation center down the street, and just because we're here, doesn't make you weird or any less cool or whatever,"

"Cool? Pfft, please. I'm so cool, I pee ice. Now then, what kind of rehabilitation are we talking?"

"Metal,"

"…" Inuyasha blinked slowly and his eyes, that were previously drooped and dark with sleepiness, were wide and alert. "Yeah…I'm not really feelin' it, but thanks for coming. Don't let the door hit you on your way out," Inuyasha finished bluntly.

"You don't seem to understand Mr. Hongoroshi,"

"No. I understand perfectly. You think that I'm insane because I hurt Miroku,"

"We wouldn't put it as insane. Just slightly imbalanced,"

"Well, I'm not. So you can leave," he said with a glare. Izayoi walked in at that moment.

"Baby, you have to listen to them. They might be able to help you out,"

"I don't need their help! I don't need anyone's help!" he shouted as he stood and the blanket slid from his shoulders.

"Inuyasha, calm down…"

"Don't tell me to calm down! You're my mother! You're not supposed to agree with people we don't even know that are telling you I'm nuts!"

Izayoi flinched at his harsh proclamation. I feel like he's right, but if this is what's best, then shouldn't I do it? She found herself asking. "Inuyasha, you need this. I know that you were hurt at the fact of hurting Miroku, and they're here to help you," Izayoi tried to reason.

"No! They can't help me! I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident!" Inuyasha shouted and they two spokeswomen stood on either side of him.

"That's just it, Inuyasha, they're here to help you take control of your strength. They're here to help you," Izayoi tried again. Stress was plaguing her, but she refused to shout at her little boy.

"Please come with us, you'll be out before you know it," one of the woman said as she put a hand on his shoulder.

"Get your hands off!" Inuyasha barked at the woman. She was startled a bit, but she didn't let go. The leader of the two walked over to Izayoi calmly.

"I take it we can take him for a bit?"

"…Yeah…I suppose, I mean I don't want him to end up getting hurt because of his undeveloped powers…"

"Good. Lynda, take him back to the car and I'll be there in a minute," she chided toward the one holding the frazzled hanyou.

The girl put both her hands on Inuyasha's shoulders. As she started to pull him away, however, he jerked away. "No!" he shouted. Lynda tried again, with the same result.

"Please, we just wanna help," the woman pleaded.

"No you don't! You just wanna lock me up!" he shouted as he tried to get away from her. She picked him up and tried to restrain him, however, he was thrashing about wildly. "I'm not insane! I didn't mean to hurt him!" he pleaded as tears started to prick his eyes. "We were just playin'! MAMA!" he shouted as the woman managed to get him out the front door. He yanked with all his might as she tried to pull him with her. He dug his heals into the ground and madly gushing tears stained his cheeks. "No! I'm not crazy! Leave me alone! Mama! Please don't let them take me!" he shouted with begging eyes. "Leave me alone!" More tears flowed.

"Please," the woman almost begged. "We'll be as nice as possible!" said the exasperated woman.

Inuyasha's eyes flooded with stinging salt. "No! Please, please, don't do this! I didn't mean to hurt the kid! I'm not insane! Mama, please! I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, I'm sorry I don't do very well in school, I'm sorry I'm not the best son all the time, just please, please don't let them take me!" he shouted in sobs as he dug his heals harder into the ground and thrashed around in the woman's arms.

Izayoi glanced away. She wanted very much to get him back, but the woman by her side kept reassuring her that this would be best for him.

As Inuyasha saw his mother look away, he momentarily froze his struggles. "Mama…" he whispered, his eyes growing more and more scarlet as the never-ending tears dripped down his chin and hit the dirt. The woman got him into the car with minimal effort after that, and the shock hadn't left Inuyasha system. That was, until he saw the rehabilitation center come into site.

The first thing he came aware of was the tears still streaming from his eyes. He angrily wiped them only to have them replaced by new ones. The two women in the front got out of the car and opened his door. "Come with us," the woman that had talked his mother into this, said.

"No way."

"Come on, we don't have much we need to do, we promise,"

"Pfft. As if I'd believe you."

"Mr. Hongoroshi, it's for you best interest,"

"Ha!" he spat. "I'm sure, next thing you'll be trying to tell me: 'we know the straight jacket is a little warm, but it's only to scare Jack Frost,'" he said in an irritated imitation of her voice.

The woman sighed as she unbuckled Inuyasha and attempt to lift him up. The hanyou thrashed violently and she nearly dropped him on the paved parking lot. She caught him before he hit the ground, and she attempted to steer him in the direction of the front doors, but he was making it extremely difficult. "Please, Lynda, want to get some sedative into his system!?" she nearly shouted at the frightened nurse.

Lynda nodded before pulling out a needle and some liquid. She quickly loaded the needle and stuck it into Inuyasha's arm.

All went black to the hanyou's eyes.

***

Inuyasha woke with a start inside a cozy-looking office. "Wha-?"

"Good you're awake," he heard a familiar voice say as he whirled around. He came face to face with the woman who'd put him in this sure-to-be hellhole. "Please, stay seated."

Inuyasha looked down to see that he was currently on a gurney. He growled at the woman. "And why should I?" he meant to snap it out, but his voice seemed somewhat weak.

"I have a few things to discuss with you, and you might be more comfortable if you're sitting," the woman stated simply before she sat down at her desk. "This center is for mental rehabilitation; however, it can be used for your needs as well. If you stay here for a little while, then we could help you to keep your powers in check. That way, the little mishap you and your friend had will, hopefully, not happen again. However, there're a few matters we need to discuss about your staying here. We have regulations, and just because you are not here for the same reason as the others, does not mean it is fair to give you special treatment. We have a certain dress code you'll have to abide by."

Inuyasha twitched his ears and glanced at her warily. He could only imagine what this entailed.

***

Inuyasha sat in a chair struggling against the many nurses trying to hold him still as another behind him was currently halfway through cutting off his long, silver tresses.

As the last strand fell, she cleaned her work, and soon Inuyasha had about two-inch long, messy, cropped hair. He couldn't believe it! He had had long hair for as long as he could remember, and it was gone! Shock fled his system as one of them grabbed his chin and opened his mouth. They said his fangs were too sharp, before they pulled out a crown file used in dentist offices everywhere. Inuyasha desperately tried to clamp his mouth shut as they started to round his fangs. They'd grow back, but it hurt like hell! He went through the torture for about five minutes longer before they finally pulled away and he felt an intrusion to his ears.

Inuyasha gasped as they swabbed out his ears. They flicked away of their own accord, and this nurse apparently wasn't too patient. He grabbed his ears in a painful pinch and held them stiff forcefully as he swabbed them clean. Finally, he let go as he finished.

When nurses no longer surrounded him, Inuyasha let out a sigh of relief. It was short-lived, however, when the nurse that had brought him here, entered the room. She was holding a pair of nail clippers, and Inuyasha's eyes widened.

There's no way, he thought. A demon's claws were a part of their nervous system, and were actually more like bone. To have them cut, it would be ridiculously painful, never mind bloody. He went to turn and run the hell out of there, but the nurse grabbed one of his hands. "No, no please. You don't underst-!" his own cry cut him off as his first claw fell to the floor. Blood dripped violently from his finger as pain throbbed up his hand. He tried yanking his hand back, but she held fast. Tears started pouring down his cheeks even more than he thought possible as she cut off the next one. Barely coherent begs and pleads left the hanyou's mouth as he cried and whimpered.

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Pain.

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Blood.

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Scream.

Inuyasha begged her to stop over and over as his sobs wracked through him. She grabbed up his other hand as she tried to assure him it would be done soon. He begged harder as he pulled back his crimson hand.

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"P-Please, s-s-stop!" he begged incoherently as his tears mingled with his dripping blood. Excruciating pain coursed through his entire arm as she finally finished.

"There," she said exhaustedly, "It's over now."

Doesn't she know a hanyou's claws grow back within about a week? It was far from finished.

As they showed him to his room with his gauze-covered hands, they told him a little more about the place, but Inuyasha was too dazed and shocked about the day's events to listen. They opened the door to his cell, and showed him around. It was bleak. It was white with a single window showing the woods through bulletproof glass. It had a single bed in the corner, and that was it.

Inuyasha nodded to whatever the nurses had said, and sat on his bed as they closed the normal-looking door. Nevertheless, Inuyasha could hear them lock it on the other side. Did they think he was that stupid?

As he sat there for about ten minutes thinking over what had happened that day, tears stung his eyes again. His mom betrayed him! He would probably never get out of here. He stood up abruptly; panic flooding his blood, as he looked around. He looked out the window and tried to hit it through. Pain stung from his fingers through his arms and tears fell.

He whimpered lightly and the panic became worse. "Ah!" he shouted softly as he hit the window over and over again. His tear-blurred vision didn't notice as blood tainted the window and his bandages slowly ripped. His anger-filled ears didn't hear nurses come rushing through the door. His numb body didn't notice as they pulled him away. It was too much for the six-year-old. Tears poured out of his eyes as he cried aloud. He shook violently with anger, betrayal, and first and foremost, fear.

***

From the double mirror, that hung high on the wall above the door leading to the hanyou's room, the head nurse watch all that happened. She quickly dialed a number and it rang three times before the receiver released.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Hongoroshi? We need to talk about your son."

**Okay, I finally decided to update. I guess I'm getting a bit lazy, ha-ha. Okay, so I am also going to be posting for "Childhood Remix" (finally) and I will (hopefully) have it out tonight, but maybe early tomorrow morning depending on if I get another writer's block on it. Okay, I didn't get any reviews on the first round, and they would be really appreciated, so please leave one :D. Okay then, 'til next time!**