InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Place ❯ Rain ( Chapter 1 )

"Everyday, held at bay, Lucy says
Try to fly, paralyzed, and I don't know why
don't know how.
Oh, why don't you go on and get in your
happy place?"
- Happy Place, Susanna Hoffs, 1996

Something bit into his wrists, something slender, cool and metallic, and yet he could not see what it was that held him in place. He growled, cursing himself for falling into the trap that he had, and he glared at the group of women who had captured him.

'How did they pull it off? They're not demons, they're humans! The only humans to ever be able to do any damage to me are Kikyou and Kagome so what gives? Is it because there are more of them? No,' he shook his head. 'The one with the long, golden hair caught me . . . I don't remember the other four at all. So how did she do it? How?'

For once, his mind rationalized. Not that he could do anything else. The bindings held him in place. As he struggled, he could feel the blood starting to trickle around his wrists. His endeavors had not gone unnoticed. The woman who had captured him looked up from her work and frowned.

"Be still, Inuyasha," she commanded gently. "This will be over soon enough."

"I'll be still, all right," he snarled. "As soon as I'm free and . . ."

"Tut, tut," she waved a finger at him and silencing him. "Such talk is not allowed. Now be still or I'll give you something that will quiet you . . . like sealing you once more."

He growled at her but something in her tone sent a shiver tremoring through him. She meant business and with four others to help her . . . Inuyasha shuddered visibly at the thought.

"That's a good dear," she smirked. "Just remember . . . we are watching you."

Inuyasha growled once more but stopped struggling. Getting sealed into a spell once more did not appeal to him. Instead, he watched as the five women leaned over a silver pot and whispered. In the distance, black clouds floated in. The sky rumbled and flashed as their whispering reached a frenzied pace. They stood and slowly backed away from the pot.

'They're chanting . . . What are they? Sorceresses?'

Something small splashed against his nose and he looked up.

'It's going to rain . . .'

Lightning arched across the sky as the rain began to dance down . . .

The first thing Inuyasha noticed was the rain pouring down around him and on him. A storm had come in and he somehow had gotten caught outside. He felt the dirt and grass against his cheek but immediately ignored it. His eyes, ears, and throat had begun to burn the instant he had come to.

'What the hell happened to me?' he thought.

Inuyasha opened his eyes but the world remained obstinately dark. He frowned to himself as he continued to feel the rain come down but couldn't hear it.

'I can't . . . see . . . I can't . . . hear . . . What is going on?'

"It's a spell, Inuyasha. A spell that can't be broken until we give the command," a female voice stated.

'That voice . . . I know that voice . . . Where have I heard it before?'

He tried recalling the faces of the women he had encountered in his life, none of them matching the voice that had invaded his thoughts. Laughter echoed through his mind. A vision of a golden-haired woman filled his mind.

'That woman . . . What did they do to me?'

His hands clenched in the mud as the memories came back to him. The golden- haired woman had captured him, though how he couldn't recall. She'd had some friends with her, four other women, and they'd been performing a ritual of some kind.

'No,' he corrected himself. 'Not a ritual. A ceremony.'

"Very good, Inuyasha. Very good, indeed."

His bonds had come undone when they had encircled him and he'd fallen to the ground. He'd had a split moment to escape but that moment had been spent just standing up. One of them had approached him, an earthen bowl in her hands. She had chanted something as she wrote something on his forehead.

'That's when I felt some weird energy around me . . . I said something . . .'

His eyes widened as the picture played before him. Something had grabbed him and held him in place then his voice . . . his voice had been ripped from his body somehow, the pain so excruciating, he had nearly blacked out. The rest became a blur but he knew that the world had become silent and dark.

"Time to see what only the blind can see, Inuyasha. Hear only what the deaf can hear and say only what the mute can say."

'See what only the blind can see? But they can't see a thing!'

"On the contrary, Inuyasha, the blind can see plenty and the colours are much more vibrant than what you would think. You just have to allow yourself to see it." He heard the smirk in her voice.

'Just wait `til I get my hands on you . . .'

"And how do you propose to do that, Inuyasha? You don't know where we're at and can't even tell your friends what we look like. Don't worry, though. We have faith that you can complete the task that we've set before you. Good luck."

With that, her voice disappeared from his mind, leaving him alone and cold. The rain continued to pour down.