InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Of Kings and Betrayal ❯ Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: I'm reposting the entire story again. Why? I felt it needed more revising, some more detail… I dunno, but so far I'm still figuring out the kinks. This story is almost entirely complete so please bear with me! Thank you!!! XD

 

Disclaimer: um… I don't OWN them.

 

Ch.1 Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

 

 

* InuYasha's P.O.V.*

 

 

I groaned as I sat up and leaned against the wall of my cell. My body screamed in protest at the sudden movement. How had I gotten here anyways? The last thing I could remember was peacefully lounging on one of the trees in the forest. My forest.

 

Oh yeah…then that army of humans showed up. Ya know, you would think armies showing up in forests and arresting criminals would be remotely interesting… and I suppose it could've been… had that `criminal' not been me.

 

So here was this army of a dozen or so men, standing at the bottom of this tree I sat in and they looked pretty angry. I mean they were royally pissed off. No skin off my back though…. At least, that's what I had thought.

 

All of a sudden they started babbling something about me killing some damn lord. Keh!

Quite stereotypical if you ask me. A fucking lord dies and right away they blame the worthless hanyou…charming.

 

Like I would waste my time killing a monarch for no reason. I had better things to do, and on top of that….the lord was a demon. Why the fuck would I start shit with a taiyoukai? Nope, it certainly wasn't me. Not that they believed me…. Actually.. come to think of it, I don't think I even tried clearing my name. No way in hell was I gonna grovel at some human's feet. But I did put up a fight…I may not want to prove I'm innocent but I sure as hell wasn't gonna appease those bastards by just surrendering completely.

 

I smirked; it had taken that army several hours to bring me down. The smirk faded; then again, they had brought me down regardless.

 

I shifted again and my body reacted in protest, though less violently than before. I was beginning to heal. Fucking humans! They got so damn cocky when they had managed to capture me. Though I have to admit, they sure gave me one hell of a beating. Assholes….I've had worse though… much worse.

 

 

I could feel my strength returning slowly. I turned my attention to the rusted hunks of metal that bound me hand and foot. I strained against them only to feel a shock of energy course through my body. A slight tingling at first but then it was as if my insides were on fire. A ghost of a smile twisted my lips before falling away. The feeling subdued, leaving me empty and nostalgic… Those stupid bastards must've had the chains blessed to keep me bound… I wouldn't have had it any other way. Slightly frustrated, I took in my surroundings.

 

 

I was in a holding cell, obviously. A dark, damp vermin infested hole in the ground. The whole room probably wasn't five paces in any direction. Of course, there wasn't much need for room; it was a holding cell after all. The only creatures to grace it's interior were merely awaiting execution, most in a state similar to myself, beaten and bound.

 

 

Damn! What a way to go. Executed for the entertainment of humans. Wonder how it'll be. Beating me to death would probably be too long winded for human taste; after all, I heal fast. They'd get pretty tired and I'd probably rip them apart…. Drowning was too uncertain, besides being a 'witch killing' method. I mean, it's not like I can't swim…or hold my breath unnaturally long. Burning at the stake, hmm.. that would be fucking fun. But yet again, another hopeless method, my fire-rat clothing would protect me….Hah, stupid fools. So.. that left beheading and hanging. Damn, both were possibilities…. I'm not sure how I could escape from either…I mean, tearing them apart was an option but then what? They'd only seek me out again… and again… and again. Persistent idiots…

 

 

"InuYasha," a guard bellowed, slamming open the heavy, steel cell door in an overly dramatic fashion. Keh! Stupid, arrogant jerk…. trying to scare me, eh? I scowled at him. The coward hadn't even come to get me alone for I could see at least half a dozen men behind him. I could've taken them…. fucking shackles.

 

 

"What the fuck do you bastards want?" I spat through bared teeth, ears pulled back in agitation. I could play `scary and vicious' too. A large guard smiled cockily at me before reaching into the cell and grabbing a hand full of my hair, and one triangular appendage. Now I was pissed. Who the hell was he to touch my ears? Roughly, he yanked me off the cold floor.

 

 

"What do you think, half-breed?" He laughed out the question. "Or are you too stupid to figure it out? In that case, let me just say that we're here to help you meet your maker." I growled in response. Cocky son of a bitch! Always take a shot at the whole `hanyou' thing… not that it really bothered me, you learn to deal with it after a while. It doesn't mean I'll let everyone get away with it. He had let his arm drift far too close. In one fluid motion I bit down and with a violent twist of my head, snapped the arm in two. The guard screamed like a girl as he fell away and dropped me to the ground. His companions rushed in to seek retribution.

 

 

Boots, sticks, whips and belts rained down all around me, followed by curses and insults. Had I been fully healed, this abuse would've been but a little more than bothersome. Unfortunately, every time one of the bastards made contact with one of my open wounds, I had to bite my tongue to keep from shouting in pain. I wouldn't give any human the satisfaction of my suffering. They didn't deserve that. Not…this time….

 

 

"Move!" One of the guards ordered as he pulled me up, and threw me out of the cell. Several others hauled me up and began dragging me out of the dungeon and out into the streets. I'm proud to say I fought tooth and nail every step of the way. They dragged me up onto a wooden platform set in the middle of the village.

 

Well, well.. a noose hung over a trap door. Hanging, eh? Figures. It probably gave humans a superior and prominent feeling to watch creatures of lower status suffocate slowly, struggling for the free air. I made another snap at a passing arm as they slipped a rope over my head and around my neck. I wondered then, if all guards screamed like little girls over broken arms? As soon as the guards had the rope around my neck, they wrenched it up so that I had to stand on tiptoes just to be able to breathe.

 

Maybe it was better this way? Death… when I was a kid I remember envying people who died. They were set free. They didn't have the fucking joy of suffering over and over again. Someone once told me that life is as harsh and miserable as you make it… Fuck that shit! You think I made myself hanyou? You think I made the entire world hate my guts? You think I made her…. No… What am I bitching about? I'm at death's door, I'm getting what I want right? Sweet surrender to a perpetual unconscious bliss… I wonder if I'll see….

 

 

"InuYasha." One of the guards gruffly called over the roar of a gathering crowd. Oh look… all my friends are here to witness my end… "You are hereby accused of the murder of Lord Roku. How do you plead?"

 

 

"Fuck. You." I spat back. I hadn't bothered clearing my name before, why should it be any different now? I know I didn't slaughter any lord and that's all that matters. The guard only smiled and turned to the crowd.

 

 

"Very well then.." another guard continued, "so who among you will salvage this vile half-breed?" The crowd began to laugh, as they threw pieces of rotting fruit and vegetables my way; shouting insults along with their 'gifts'. Fuck them too! That bastard didn't even have the decency to call me by my fucking name, then again, I bet calling me a half-breed justified the punishment in their eyes. It was a long-standing tradition of Tama, the country in which I reside in, to give the crowd a chance to judge and prosecute a said 'criminal'. They had the option of buying my freedom if they felt I was truly innocent. Keh! It was really just a way to patronize my sorry, forsaken ass. Out of all the executions I've heard or seen of, not one person had ever taken the opportunity. Not many people had enough money or balls to do it anyway. Why the hell would that change for a no good hanyou like me? I don't need their pity… not when they're about to do the kindest thing for me… set me free.

 

 

" No one?" The guard said in mock surprise. He paused to give the crowd more time to jeer at me. "So be it!"

 

 

With that said, he slackened the rope for just a split second before pulling the lever that opened the trap door. The floor beneath my feet gave way and the ground rushed up at me. My throat screamed as the rope went taunt with several feet left below me. I rebounded upward with the force of the drop before slamming downward once more.

 

The crowd roared with laughter again, throwing more fruit and insults at my struggling figure. My senses began to blur as oxygen became scarce. I gasped for air as my rapidly fading sense of hearing picked up on the wave of laughter being emitted by the crowd at my futile struggle. I didn't care anymore… I was comfortably numb. Just a little further… The last thing I heard was someone yelling over the fanfare of the crowd before I faded completely into darkness.

 

 

A/N: Read and Review like always! This is my weird version of a short story. I'll post up each new chapter as soon as I finish revising it, adding stuff here, taking stuff out there. Tedious work but it must be done! Please R &R! And yes… I do tend to use Points Of View in this story. It just worked!