InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Project IY14 ❯ Chapter - 3 Unable to Live, Unable to Die ( Chapter 4 )

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The year is 2500 A.D.

The blood of humans and youkai is almost completely integrated. IN fact the full blood youkai died out almost 600 years ago, taking with them the ability to transform into the great beast Gods that ruled the lands of the earth. Many attempts have been made to recapture this lost power through cloning and genetic engineering, but with no genetic map from a full blood youkai all attempts failed.

Until now...

Pairings: Sessh/Rin, Inuyasha/Kagome, Miroku/Sango

Disclaimer: I do not own the anime or manga InuYasha, they belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I'm am writing these stories as a fan or her work. This story was partially inspired by the movie Alien: Resurrection, owned by 20th Century Fox.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.22.2006 | Updated On: 05.02.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress

NOTE: BIG thank you to Inuyashaloverr, Jimmy the Gothic Egg, and Elizabeth Hemmingway for their wonderful comments!! Those are the things that keep me going!!

Now on with the story….

Project IY14

Chapter 3: Unable to Live, Unable to die

IY14 opened his eyes as his brain made its way back to consciousness, and immediately he wanted to fall back asleep again. He felt nauseated and weak, which was the norm now as the sedative drugs made their run through his system. The drugs themselves had become the norms in his daily routine…

They had not been the norm originally. After he had attacked the homoyoukai Naraku, they had punched a needle into his shoulder releasing its contents into his blood, which had the effect of robbing him of all energy and stamina. However, they allowed the drugs to wear off and his energy to return before coming to collect him again for more tests.

He had separated the homoyoukai into two groups. The guards and the experimenters. The guards came for him, and escorted him to the lab where the experimenters would take over, but always there would be a guard nearby.

The food test had not been so bad. For some reason that was beyond his understanding they seemed to be very interested in what he liked to eat. Some things they brought he liked, such as “pot roast,” while others he grossly detested, like “Brussels sprouts.”

One of the experimenters ate with him and showed him which foods you ate with your hands and which you ate with utensils. Why this change in methods of eating foods was necessary, he did not know, but decided to follow along, as it might be a useful skill later on.

The next phase of testing proved to be very boring. The same experimenter that had eaten with him, Kohaku, was now holding up pictures and trying to get him to say the name of the objects in their language. He found it boring because he already knew their language. He did not question how he knew this any more than he questioned how he breathed. He just knew how to do it.

For the sake of getting through this exercise he humored them and said the words they wanted him to say. He could have talked to them, but they didn't seem to want to know what he had to say, they only wanted to hear the words associated with the pictures Kohaku held up.

The language tests immediately stopped the day he had spoken of his own accord. The day he had seen the Tenseiga.

He was being taken to one of the labs for more language testing when one of the homoyoukai experimenters, her name tag read “Kanna”, passed by carrying a sword very carefully in her gloved hands.

IY14, stopped and watched and whispered, “Tenseiga…”

Apparently the whisper was loud enough to catch the attention of everyone in the hallway. More importantly it caught the attention of Naraku. He told the other homoyoukai to stop and wait.

“Do you know this?” Naraku held the sword out to IY14.

IY14 reached out and touched the blade. His hands began to shake.

“This is a useless thing…”

“When it comes to humans, I of course, bear no such weakness…”

“If I died would you miss me…?”

“That is a silly question…”

“I want her…!”

“I will stay with you forever…”

“Do you desire power so much…?”

“I walk the path of world conquest…”

“The youkai I wanted to become... the power that I wanted... IT WASN'T LIKE THIS!”

“What are you smiling about? I simply asked a question. I don't care. I'm just curious…”

Fractured images danced before his eyes, as his fingers caressed the cold metal.

They meant nothing. They meant everything…

The tests got progressively more painful after that. From what he could gather they were testing his healing and recovery abilities. It started off with small cuts and scratches, which he healed from by the next morning. Then they took to slightly more serious injuries.

They started with his left arm; it was one of the few moments he wished he was on the mind numbing drugs, as he felt the bones in his forearm being snapped.

His arm healed in five days. When they came for him again, he did not like the idea of going through the same torment and furiously fought them. He killed one of the guards, with his claws, and the other with a power he had only recently discovered. A green, glowing whip formed from two of his fingers and took the head of the second guard.

A third guard fled the room locking the door behind him, but quickly came back with seven more opponents. They were fast and strong and they speedily subdued the full blooded youkai.

One of them, at first glance IY14 thought was a woman, gave him a shock with one of the electric rifles that had been used when he had attacked Naraku. While still recovering from the daze of being shocked, his head was slammed into the metal floor. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the one that appeared to be the leader of the group. Something pierced his shoulder, and it did not take long for him to realize they had given him a dose of the energy sapping drugs. Soon he could feel the lethargy spreading through his muscles, and then to his head, making his thoughts jumbled and ragged, and the world spun around him even though he was still.

This went on few more times, with him getting shocked then drugged each time. Then they would cruelly wait until he was coherent enough to comprehend what was going on before performing the test.

They were down to breaking his ankle now. All the while he screamed in agony, out of the corner of his eye he could see Naraku looking down on him, smiling.

Next his thoughts turned to methods of escape. When they came to get him, he made a rush for the door, but unfortunately one of the seven who had taken him down the first time appeared, and took him down again.

The next time he waited until they were taking him to the lab, before he tore away from his captors and ran. He turned a corner and his head crashed against the butt of a rifle held by one of the seven, who had been waiting for him around the corner.

He tried a few more times to escape, all with the same end result; being struck then drugged, making him sick and weak once more.

He sat in the corner of his cell, making himself as small as possible. A wave of nausea hit him; he waited for it to pass, and then continued to think over the options left to him. It did not take him long since his options dwindled down to one. Suicide.

He cast the thought aside. Taking his own life would mean nothing, because then he would be dead, what use would that be?

He tried to make his thoughts drift elsewhere, but found he had nowhere else to go, except Tenseiga. Another thought he did not want to dwell on.

Every time Tenseiga came into his head, the images unknown to him came with it. He tried to make a connection between himself and those he saw and heard in the visions. But he could not, and for some reason it left him empty and lonely. The people in his mind meant nothing to him, and yet they meant everything.

Another wave of nausea hit, the broken fingers on his left hand throbbed, and his mind longed for the company of the people that seemed so close to him, and yet so far away. Suddenly the death option did not seem so useless after all. It was better than feeling this pain and sickness coursing through his body now, and the loneliness that was eating away at his heart. And he knew it would begin all over again the next time they came for him, and the next time and the next, on and on, suffering forever.

He managed to pull a panel from the wall of his metal cell. The jagged edge of the metal was perfect for cutting the flesh of his wrists and throat.

And yet, somehow they saw him. Just as he brought the edge to his wrist the door flew open and the guards came rushing in. Once again the electric waves coursed through his body, followed by the feel of the drug swimming through his system. They would not even let him take his own life…

Now his hands and feet were shackled to the floor of the cell, his claws had been clipped and every time the drugs started to wear off and he started to feel better, they would give him another dose.

Why was he here? Why were they doing these things to him? Why were they keeping him alive, but not allowing him to live?

He whimpered as his stomach turned over again, and a wave of nausea came up and then passed. For a moment there was relief and his mind was clear.

Then he heard it. The sound of heavy footsteps in the hall outside. He felt the sting of salty tears in his eyes.

They were coming for him again…