InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Imprisonment ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Imprisoned

Genre: Angst, Romance

Pairing: Sesshoumaru x Inuyasha [Yoai][Incest]

Rating: T for Teen [Like the Sims2!]

Dedication: Haley (Inugirlfan1)

Summary: Naraku captures Inuyasha and locks him away. Can you guess who ends up there as well?

 

Notes: If I get one, even ONE, bloody effing flame about the pairing I'll cut whomever did it open and suck out their innards with a straw. -Hiss- And don't think, “I'll just be anonymous!” because guess who can get your bloody IP?

 

It's you close-minded people that really tick me off. “This pairing is retarded, I'll flame the story without reading it just because of the pairing!” -Hiss more-

 

To all the open-minded people out there, enjoy. And I hope I didn't scare you off. -Innocent smile-

 

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Leaves rustled to his left, and he turned to stare suspiciously into the black trees. It was the new moon, and Inuyasha was nothing more than a simple mortal. Weak. He didn't mind the change of hair or eye color much, but it was the dulled senses that made him curse his half demon form. The blood that coursed through his veins hid the power he was so fond of.

 

It had been a while, he decided, since he had been alone on the night of the New Moon. Sango, Miroku, and Kirara had left for the taijiya village to repair weapons. Kagome had left for a test, his dilemma never crossing her mind. And Shippou, the annoying kitsune, was soundly asleep in Keade's hut. Where Inuyasha should be, he supposed, but sleeping inside a hut made him uneasy. He hated not being able to see the stars.

 

So now there was something lurking close, and he had not the faintest clue who or what it could be. Not a demon, he prayed. Tetsusaiga was nothing but a useless slab of metal at the moment.

 

Inuyasha stopped, fingers twitching at his side. Anxiety swelled within his being.

 

The forest foliage parted, and a shadow slinked in to his path. Mortal or not, he could still sense the waves of malice wafting the air, emanated from the unseen being. “Inu-yasha…” Ah, and the pronunciation gave away his identity.

 

And Inuyasha had never felt so sick in his life.

 

Perhaps the pure malevolence Naraku radiated should have been enough to inform Inuyasha who it was, but it hadn't. And now he was at his archenemy's mercy. “What the hell do you want, bastard?”

 

“Kukukuku…” He chuckled in his chicken-like manner (-gasp- chickens?), “Inuyasha… what makes you so sure this Naraku desires something?”

 

Inuyasha growled. “Look, I don't feel like chatting with ya so let's get it over with.”

 

Naraku stepped forward, the bottom of his baboon pelt of fur brushing against Inuyasha's bare feet. “I want you.” His voice was dark, and sounded like someone had smoothed over it's edges.

 

A sudden intake of breath. And everything fell into that shadowed abyss.

 

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Is this death? Inuyasha wondered. His thoughts were slow, congested. He put a hand to his throbbing temple and sat up, squinting into the darkness. I'm still human, he realized. The ground beneath him was wet dirt. The wall to his back felt like stone? He couldn't see a hand in front of his face. It was dark. He didn't even know it could be so dark. It pressed against him. His mind reeled.

 

I'm going insane. Is this hell?

 

Inuyasha sat like that longer than he'd like to remember. He'd taken to slowly digging small holes in the damp earth with his fingertips. Swirling patterns in the blind darkness, pictures of things he recalled. He had changed back into a hanyou long ago, and it only made things worse. His ears searched for some sound, his eyes probed the darkness and strained themselves until he had to keep them clamped shut. Have I ever been so hungry?

 

Weeks passed. Or maybe it was only hours. He couldn't tell. He didn't know…

 

Breaking out proved pointless. He'd tried until he'd stripped the flesh from his fists and rubbed his skin raw. It healed slowly, hindered by the wet. Am I really dead?

 

What was Kagome doing, he wondered. Was she worrying about him? Had she all ready run off with Kouga or that Hobo guy? Had she gone back to her own time? Were they still looking for him? Or had his body all ready been burned on a pyre? Is this why Kikyou refuses to return to hell?

 

Something clanked against the thick stone. The sound reverberated against the walls, making his ears flatten against his head.

 

Grating.

 

A light? Yes! Light pooled into the room. Inuyasha snapped his eyes shut, and pressed his body against the wall. It was so bright. A familiar, sickening scent hit his nose. He snarled. “Naraku!” His voice was rough, tongue heavy from lying still so long. Something heavy - bloody - thumped against him. Inuyasha staggered forward, eyes still closed.

 

“You'll be dealt with soon…” Naraku announced smoothly. “If I remember I'll have Kagura bring down some food for you. I don't want you to be too easy a kill…”

 

The door shut. The labored breathing of the lump on the ground only broke the ringing silence. Inuyasha plummeted into darkness. I'm not dead, he realized, I can get out. Somehow. Somehow, I will. And I'll beat the shit out of that fucking bastard!

 

His ears twitched, and he fell against the wall. That scent… it was covered so thickly in the smell of blood. Who… who is it? Inuyasha reached out, his palm grazing the lump's clothing. It was soft and fine. Silk?

 

Who…

 

Sesshoumaru? No... He could never…

 

“I… Inuy…asha,” his brother's baritone had fallen to a whisper. “Stay…away.”

 

Inuyasha opened his mouth, but clamped it shut. If only he could see… “Why the hell are you here?”

 

“Perhaps the same reason you are.” The youkai dragged himself away from Inuyasha, and fell against one of the walls.

 

“Smells like he beat the shit outta you.”

 

“Hn.”

 

A prolonged silence. Inuyasha wanted to say something - anything. It had been so long, he had almost forgotten what a voice sounded like. He was grateful - even if it was Sesshoumaru - to hear someone other than himself. “You... don't have any food on you?”

 

“…No.” he answered curtly.

 

“Fucking useless…” Inuyasha muttered. “Now what do we do? Sing folk songs and wait for that bastard to come back?”

 

“I'd rather not hear you try to sing, little brother.”

 

Inuyasha growled at the sarcastic tone. Apparently Sesshoumaru was all ready back to his jolly old self. “Well what's your suggestion? Sit quiet and look pretty? Because I know you ain't-”

 

“No,” Sesshoumaru interrupted, “We free ourselves from this place.”

 

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