InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Out of the Darkness ❯ Daily Life ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

 

Thanks to shallimarz for giving me the inspiration I needed to keep writing

 

 

Chapter One:

 

I have been here for a total of 14 days. I don't know what's going on, no one speaks to me; they come in here to make sure I behave. It's the same routine every day, they come into the room and I must bow then sit, if I do not I get punished, it's like a prison but I know there is more going on here. They leave me too eat my food, then the come back too throw out the remains, or force-feed me when I refuse to eat unless they tell me what's going on. The slightest thing not following their rules and I get punished, but the more painful and frustrating part is that no one will talk to me. No matter how much I scream, kick, or beg they shut me up then ignore me.

 

Punishments don't just come in the form of beatings or being whipped. That has happened to me once, but I'm a fast learner. I know that the more I fight, the worse I am punished, and the weaker I get. I can't be weak; I need to get out of here. Inuyasha died because these people stopped me from helping him, because of them Kikyou won. I've finally stopped crying over it, although the burning pain in my chest hasn't gone, just been pushed into a second priority. I know that if Inuyasha were here he would be telling me to “Stop being such a weak human and get your ass out of there.” The memories of all the times he covered his worry for me by an insult makes me laugh, automatically followed by my dry eyes stinging with the need to cry, but unable too since there are no tear left. My mind and body are drained and exhausted, but I know if I sleep too early I will displease them, and they will punish me. They wouldn't beat me for something like sleeping though. They would wait until tomorrow and then cut my food rations in half, so I force my mind to focus on the old wooden floor under my extremely old and overused futon, and try to stop my body from slouching or falling over. The fifth time I finish counting the spots on the floor I decide to go to bed, my eyes are closing without my consent and I want to be under the thin bed sheet before I fall asleep. It is so cold; this building has no heat source, at least none that I have seen from the drag in through the front shoji screen through the long halls until we reached this room that is purposely more far apart from the others than necessary. There is not even a fireplace, no scent of smoke or burnt wood. It is April, so the rain keeps the sun from heating the place, and makes it even colder and damp at night. Yawning, I tell myself I will think of a plan to escape in the morning, that Inuyasha wouldn't want me to cry.

 

Morning came and as per usual I awoke to the sound of the door opening. Three men and a women step into the room each looking at me as if I am a type of specimen to be studied. The men are all doshin (feudal era police officers), and are armed with the feudal era's guns that only shoot once before needing to be reloaded. They were also armed with the jutte, which I recognized from my grandfathers old sword collection at the shrine. The woman is wearing a plain white kimono with her hair pulled back. What scares me the most is the table covered in what look like torturing devices, this is going to be a long day.