Just Breathe

A/N: heya ppl, sorry it has taken so long to update… gomen for the very short chapter, that was the prologue, now the real story begins…

Disclaimer: “Goku, what have you done with the disclaimer you stupid monkey!?!?”
*mouth full of food, answers Sanzo*
“I gob reabi hunbry n it wad da onby-“
“WHAT you ATE the disclaimer!!!!!!!!!”
*Hakkai appears out of the blue*
“heh that’s our Goku…anyway amiable readers we don’t own a thing…”
Sanzo: “We can’t even afford food!!!”

Ch 2: Entrapment revealed:

Her chains clanked against the stone floor, echoing in the small, dull room, bringing Kagome back to her four walled world. Looking up at the tall walls she wished with all her might for a glimpse of light.

“Its been ages since I have seen the sky…come to think about it, I don’t really know how long it has been… the sky, that pastel blue that stretches out to eternity…I doubt I’ll ever see it again.”

She scorned herself for taking such a small thing for granted, before she was taken.

The heavy rotten-wooded door pealed open, creaking slowly with the weight on the old hinges. The light poured into the room, illuminating the tiny space and blinding Kagome as her pupils shrunk rapidly, adjusting to the bombarding light. A slinky figure cloaked in a brown tattered hamaka and haori waddled into the tiny room.

She shielded her eyes, well as much as she could with the chains and the slack that they gave her to move. The short demon waddled up to her in her crouching position, his beady eyes trained on her form, he extended a 3 fingered hand and in a croaky voice poked and slapped her shoulders as he spoke to her.

“Get up filthy human. Master demands of Toada-san to fetch his filth. Hey stupid wench, on your feet! Get up! Master seeks your skin-“

The small toad-like demon was cut short as his master entered the tiny room.

A smooth velvety voice broke the ramblings of the toad with his charm and deadly elegance only something spawn from evil could bear.

“Now, now Toada-san, that is no way to treat out honored guest… Kagome”

He steered forwarded, circling Kagome on her mat as if she were a plague he tried to avoid. He made his way to the corner of the room where he continued to taunt her.

“Kagome… what a lovely name, a true name, a just name. The kind of name given to a glorious warrior”

His eyes still trained on her, predatory and evil. Kagome felt vulnerable in his presence, exposed, stripped to her core and under his piercing gaze, she squirmed. His voice echoed in her mind like a lost memory.

‘Where had I seen him, heard him before?’

~*~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~*~

Wrenched from her sleep only able to see darkness as she was gagged and bound. She felt herself being tumbled and tossed, from one pair of muscular arms to the next. Eventually after her head settled, she felt herself being heaved over a pair of square shoulders. Her skin crawled and shivers ran through her as someone’s scaly, calloused fingers made contact with her skin, pinching the sensitive flesh as a test to make sure she truly was human, with a muffled huff, her kidnapper held her in place and she could feel him walking as she began to sway to the gentle movement of his footsteps.

Red. Magenta. Smoldering blood.

Her vision blurred as the blood rushed to her head and she could hear her own heart beat in her ears. She could feel the heat of the blood as it intensified almost as hot as the sun, licking at her skin. Still in her groggy state of sleep, she was suddenly unable to breathe, as if the colour red had tainted the air.

She took another breath… Smoke filled her lungs as she was swung too and fro with the more urgent movements of her man-handler.

Slowly her mind made the connections. Smoke, it filled her every sense, her nose until it bounded forth from her lungs and rebounded into her mouth as she coughed up her lungs protest at the toxic air. She could taste the ash of burning wood.

‘Smoke+ Red=FIRE!!!!’

Her eyes widened at her realization and her sudden intake of breath was cut off as the bulky man’s shoulder dug into her diaphragm, cutting off her lungs capacity and earning another round of coughing protest.

*cough* ‘the bulky form of masculine *cough* flesh who had the audacity to drag me out of bed *cough* in the middle of the*cough* night, must be wearing amour *cough* bastard!’

Grunting and heavy breathing and muffled whispering bombarded her ears as the roar of the flames and breaking wood died down to a dull murmur. Se felt herself being moved and adjusted on the mans shoulders, once again. Then a light appeared in front of her as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of night. Her face was caught in a cold hand, as her vision blurred once again she felt her face being adjusted as if being studied like a rare specimen.

Her vision cleared for a few moments, blinking, his face came into view. His magenta hair framing his masked face, the black ninja mask fell away as a smirk adored lips revealing very sharp fangs.

‘Youkai!?!?!?!’

Her mind screamed as she traced the perfectly shaped lips up, a perfectly straight nose to his blood read eyes. Peering into his deathly orb as she tried to muster all the courage and defiance she had left in her exhausted body, she heard his voice forever branded into her memory.

“ Great, I trust the village is destroyed… At last, the last descendant is mine…. You are mine… Kagome Higurashi…”

With that, the smoke and her battered body, she gave out as she slipped into darkness.

~*~*~*~*~ end flashback~*~*~*~*

That same smirk adorned his lips as he glided towards her. His hand came up and made some kind of gesture that she was vaguely aware of as her mind registered the youkai in front of her with disgust.

Suddenly her body took on a mind of its own as she rose from her kneeling position on her tattered mat as her body was bound by strings, like she was being controlled like a mindless puppet. Kagome hung in mid air, toes brushing the cold floor. He walked right up to her, bombarding her with his evil presence as he spoke to her in that velvet tone.

“ Hmmmm… My Kagome …. I have very special plans for you…but in order for you to be apart of them, that hidden warrior of yours has to come out and play…”

A confused expression slipped across her features as she took in his riddles. She tried to voice her protest but found that she had no use of her voice or any aspect of her body for that matter.

“I see you have no idea of what I am talking about…do you?”

Anger bled to her eyes as she found that she could answer him with control over her face.

“YOU SON OF A BI-“

Her face flung to the side, leaving a red mark across her left cheek as he slapped her.

“Now, now Kagome… Manners. That is no way to treat you host.”


Walking away from her hanging form he left her with his threat.

“No matter I have a few ideas in coaxing this warrior out of you…Hmmm this is going to be fun…”

She collapsed in a heap on the floor as he exited the tiny room, laughter bouncing off the stone walls, highlighting the irony of her situation.

She flung herself after him, voicing her questions to the now empty room as her resolve crumbled and she fell against the rotting door, left once again to the darkness’s mercy.

“ Wait… where am I… Why am I….Where’s my family… my family…”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A well defined muscular arm jabbed left, then right, and together, both hands on the powerful weapon, he swung the sword round in a tight, neat ark, signifying the end of his warm up.

The tall muscular man relaxed his stance, rolling his shoulders as he could feel the blood pumping through his veins, igniting his muscles, readying himself as his body anticipated the hard workout that was about to begin.

His silver hair braded in a tight plat and bought up in a high pony, leaving the expanse of his bare chest and shoulders open to breathe.

He walked up to the wall of the Dojo and setting the sword back in its cradle, he reached for the sai’s and headed over to the centre of the padded room.

Squatting once again in his warrior stance, his pristine white hamaka pants creasing with the movement. He closed his sun kisses hues and focused himself to relax and concentrate…


“Enough, Inuyasha, that will be enough, this is not your decision to make.”

“But father, how could that cold bas-“

“ Inuyasha watch your-“

“Father please I beg-“

“ENOUGH!”

The dojo doors burst open as the Lord of the West made his entrance known to his older son, ending his conversation with his youngest.

You could visibly see the muscles tense up simultaneously as the bare-chested warrior reigned in on his rising anger and annoyance at the sudden intrusion of his family. A sigh left his lips as he straightened up and faced his father.

Inu no Tashio walked towards his eldest, younger son in tow.

“Sesshoumaru… I must speak with you…”

“Could this not wait father, I am in the-“

“No my son it is rather… urgent…”

Punctuating the last word by resting his hand on his sons shoulder, Inu no Tashio took on the staring challenge his son presented him.

Sesshoumaru sighed again and looked away giving into his father’s will.


“Very well… let me change and I shall be in your private library … shortly.”

Inuyasha, who had been watching the scene unfold from the side, voiced his growing frustration again.

“This is bullshit, Dad I-“

“Inuaysha this is not your decision, besides the fact that their daughter might of befriended you in your youth, she’s not your responsibility…”

Inuyasha fixed his defiant honey coloured orbs on his father.

“Bullshit… that’s bullshit Dad and you know it…”

Empathy flashed across his fathers face before he turned back to his eldest and with a pat on the back, began walking back to the Dojo doors, his voice echoing against the amour and weapons that decorated the walls.

“Sesshoumaru quicken your pace to my library…Inuyasha go and find the Buddhist monk in the village… I need to speak with him…”

As his form disappeared down the corridor, both brothers stared each other down, challenging one another to voice the tension that had formed between them over the years, whether it be over their mothers and the fact that Inuyasha’s mother was a human concubine, or Sesshoumaru’s birthright, a rift had formed between them.


Before either of the brothers could make a move or say a word, Inu no Tashio’s voice boomed in the hall ways and echoed through the walls, reverberating in the brothers very bodies.

“NOW!”

With a huff, Inuyasha swiveled on his heal and left the dojo. Sesshoumaru found himself sighing once again, something he found himself doing a lot lately ever since the rise of the warlord in the East. With that he replaced the Sais in their hangers on the wall and headed to the baths.


A/N: Gomen Nasai for any spelling errors that you may come across in the chapter, I would be very humbled if you would point them out to me if you find any… My beta reader is on strike… well sort of! Anyhoo, Please read and review and tell me what you think, I’m still contemplating whether I should continue the story….

On that note… I’m gonna pack it up for the evening… I need sleep too!

Until next time…

Kaida.