Remember Me

// inner thoughts


Chapter 6

They traveled for weeks across China until they came into a country
Shakir called India. As they arrived at a magnificent palace that sat
peacefully near a river, Inuyasha gasped at the breathtaking structure. Slabs
of white marble surrounded a rectangular shaped pond that was placed
about one hundred yards in front
of the palace. The palace itself was a dome structure that was completely
carved out of the same white marble. It had a series of double dome,
a high portal and corner domes. There were four towers surrounding the
main building at each point. There were other buildings surrounding the
palace that was a contrast between the white marble façade of the palace and
the red sandstone of the surrounding buildings in an ethereal harmony of
its parts. Inuyasha’s new master was greeted by one of the demons that
was at the slave auction. Shakir told them that the four-arm demon’s name was
Kali and that he ruled all of India.

Inuyasha and Shirow was led to one of the red sandstone building that was
constructed especially for the slaves. The other slaves were human but
since neither could understand the other. The two Japanese demons sat in a corner
together. The other slaves stared at Inuyasha and Shirow in fear and stayed as far
away from the demons as they could.

“Shirow, do you think we will get back to our home?” Inuyasha asked resting
his head on the dark hair demon’s chest.

“I don’t know kid. I honestly don’t know,” said Shirow wrapping a
comforting arm around the young half breed shoulders.

The door opened and Shakir stood in the doorway. For the past four
weeks she had been teaching them to speak Arabic as ordered by
her master. All other languages would be taught later. Inuyasha was
an intelligent child. He learned the new language easily as did Shirow.
Although there were still some things, they did not quite understand. They
could speak and understand the language very well.

“The master has sent for you both,” she said keeping her veil in place. Then
she led them into the palace where some servants were waiting for them. The women
gathered around Inuyasha cooing at the little half demon. As usual they felt,
and stroked his ears. Inuyasha hated that with a passion. He couldn't understand
why so many women, whether they are demons or humans, wanted to touch his ears. I
mean none of the male demons ever flocked around him wanting to touch his ears.
But alas, poor Inuyasha had to suffer their attention until they remembered the
demons were there for a reason. The servants led them out back where a large tub
of water was waiting for them.

Once the servants had undressed them the two demons stepped into the
tub of warm scented water. The women washed the weeks worth of dirt,
and sweat from their bodies. Although Inuyasha and Shirow could not see them,
they knew they were being watched by the palace guards. Inuyasha sighed defeated
and let the fickle women continue to wash him. Once they were thoroughly clean,
the women quickly dried them and dressed them appropriately. Shirow wore a long
sleeve lite blue shirt that Shakir called a Salwar Kameez that reached to below his knees
and matching pants with a pair of slip on style leather shoes called Punjabi. While
Inuyasha’s clothes were the same except that his shirt was white
and wasn’t quite as long. To round off his wardrobe he wore a
dark blue vest. The hanyou still didn’t like wearing shoes. Although the
Punjabi were unpadded and unlined they were very comfortable, and the
hanyou didn’t mind wearing them. Since none of them had ever seen hair
like the little dog demon the women began to argue about who would brush his
hair. That is, until a young woman stepped into the room. Like most
of the servants, she was a demon. The women ceased their cackling and bowed
to the woman. Then they stood away from the little demon.

Inuyasha stared at the woman with her long black hair that fell down her
back like a blanket. She was very pretty with black eyes that shone like
onyx. But her pretty black eyes were filled with a sadness that Inuyasha could
not phantom. She had four arms like Kali. She was dressed in a royal blue, two-piece
pure crape silk mermaid cut skirt that reached to her ankles and a matching
choli, or blouse that revealed her flat tanned stomach. She wore a matching
shaded dupatta on her head. The skirt and blouse was heavily embellished
with sequence, beads, and colored stones as were the thong sandals
she wore. And dangling in the center of her forehead was a pearl. Inuyasha
guessed that she had to have been Kali’s wife. If not wife maybe, she was his
daughter. She was dressed to splendidly to be a servant. The woman looked
at him strangely and said something to the servants. Some of them moaned
disappointed as the woman walked up to the small hanyou. She sat Inuyasha
in a chair facing a mirror. She lovingly stroked his soft hair while her eyes seem
to mist over in memory. Then she picked up a silver-plated hair brush and
began brushing out Inuyasha’s long silver tresses until it glowed like spun
moonlight.

Afterwards, they were lead into one of the many rooms that was designated for
eating. Upon entering the room, there was a long rectangular table placed before
the large arched shaped windows. The demon Kali and the human Abdul was
seated on the floor at the middle of the table talking. Abdul pulled his attention
away from Kali and motioned to his three slaves to be seated. Kneeling on the
colored cushions in the middle of the floor, the three of them waited for their
master to speak. Just then the woman that combed out Inuyasha's hair walked
into the room and took the place beside Kali.

/I guess she must be his wife. / Inuyasha saw that same strange glint in the demoness'
eyes when she looked at him. Inuyasha wanted to know exactly who she
was and why she kept staring at him? It was becoming nerve wrecking. He
wanted to ask Shakir but decided against it. Even at the dinners in his own
home, you where not aloud to speak unless someone spoke to you directly. Also,
he wanted to know why they were there. If they were slaves. He, Shirow
and Shakir shouldn‘t be here. Unless . . .

The two men began talking again and all the while, they kept looking at
Inuyasha. Fortunately or unfortunately, depends upon your point of
view, he could not understand what the two men were saying. Although, the
half breed did not like the smile on Kali‘s face. It made his skin crawl. He
began to twitch nervously on his knees under the scrutinizing stare of the
demon. Inuyasha turned his gaze down to the floor. The men continued
their conversation. Just then, two guards entered through a door to the
right carrying a small chest. One
guard opened it and Inuyasha‘s eyes almost popped out of his head. In the chest
was a fortune of jewels and gold coins. Abdul ran his fingers through the
treasure and glanced at Inuyasha. Then the large human shook his head. They
continued to talk a while longer. Just then, another guard led in ten, scantily
clad human women. Abdul got to his feet and looked the women over. Then he sat
down shaking his head no. Kali tried several more times to convince the human
of something. What it was the little half-breed could not guess. /I bet Shakir
knows what they were saying. I will have to ask her when we are alone./ Inuyasha
was lost in his thoughts until he heard Kali say something and finally gave
up. Waving his hand dismissing the guards, the men took the treasure and
the females away.

Kali clapped his hands and the servants brought in a variety of delicious
food. Inuyasha’s mouth began to water as the delicious aroma floated to
his nose. Just then, a couple of Abdul's guards appeared behind the three
slaves. Inuyasha nearly cried when the men started taking them out of the
room. He was so hungry. The three of them was taken outside to a small
tent that was put up for them. They stepped into the tent and was greeted
by the delicious aroma of food.

"Well, it seems that our master doesn't want us to starve," said Shirow.

"I'm so hungry I can eat a horse," said Inuyasha sitting down filling
his plate. He tore into the hind quarter of a roast pig and tore off a
piece of bread. Both Shakir and Shirow stared at the small child
speechless.

Shaking his head amused, Shirow took a seat beside Inuyasha and picked up
a plate. "Shakir, could you understand what that human and demon
was talking about?" Shirow asked while placing food on his plate.

"Yeah, I was meaning to ask you about that also," said Inuyasha
wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. “That Kali was making my skin
crawl.” He watched Shakir pour a dark liquid into a cup and reached it to him.

"Yes," she sighed unhappily. "It seems that Lord Kali's wife, Kamala
wanted Inuyasha."

"Why?" asked the older demon.

"She had a son about Inuyasha’s age. He was their only child. He died two
summers ago." She took a bite of the bread. "The little prince birth was very
hard and difficult. It wasn’t discovered until later that the midwife had
accidentally tore open the queen’s womb. She‘s not able to have anymore
children.”

Inuyasha and Shirow cringed. They could only guess what happened to the
midwife. Their suspicion was confirmed when Shakir said, “Kali had the midwife
beheaded.”

Inuyasha quickly wrapped his fingers around his neck shivering.

"So, she wants the kid to take the place of her dead son." Shirow
picked up his cup. "The look on Kali's face was not that of
a father," Shirow said under his breath.

Inuyasha almost laughed upon hearing this. In these strange lands humans
don't hate him because he's half demon. And demons doesn't think he's a
lowly hanyou to be killed upon sight. While in his own country he is
hated and despise because of his half-breed status. Inuyasha guessed Fate
must be laughing her ass off.

Shirow wrinkled his nose and sniffed the strange tasting liquid. "What is this
we're drinking?"

"It's called wine. It comes from a country called France." Shakir took
a sip of her wine.

Shirow took another sip and shrugged. "Well, it's not sake but it will
have to do." He watched with a cocked brow as Inuyasha gulped down the
wine.

"I like it," said the little hanyou refilling his cup.

"You shouldn't drink so much, Inuyasha," said Shakir taking the flask
from him. "You will make yourself sick if you drink too much."

"She's right kid. Compared to this, sake is nothing but water."

"Fine. Killjoys." The hanyou grumbled.

When the meal was done, Shakir took the dirty dishes back inside. After the
girl had left, the two demons were thinking about sneaking away. Unfortunately
Kali had guards around the palace and Abdul's guards were watching them
as well. So, they decided to sleep. They could do nothing
except wait for a chance and then escape.
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The next day Inuyasha awakened with a terrible headache. The little demon
moaned in pain clutching his head. "I'm dying. My head feels like someone
is pounding it into a stone wall."

Shirow laughed. "Didn’t we tell you not to drink anymore because you would
be sick."

Inuyasha remained lying on his pallet with his arms covering his
head and groaned. "Must you talk so loud."

Just then, Shikar pulled the flap to the tent back and bright sun light spilled
into the tent right into Inuyasha's eyes. The little demon howled in agony as
he crawled over into the cool comfort of the dark. Rolling himself into a ball
Inuyasha remained that way.

"What's wrong with him?" Shikar asked.

"It seems that after we went to sleep last night. The little prince
decided he wanted to taste some more of that wine."

"And you've made yourself sick." Shikar shook her head displeased with
the child. "I will go to the healer and see if he has something he can
give you." She frowned down at the Inuyasha. "The master will not be gentle
to you. He will be concluding all his business today and will want to get home as
quickly as possible."

Uncurling himself, Inuyasha looked up at her frighten. "What will he do?"

"He will probably let you suffer to teach you a lesson," said Shakir. She
sighed. “So, how is your stomach? I’ve heard that the stomach becomes
upset as well.”

Inuyasha curled back up into a ball and began rocking. “I just feel queasy. Like
I’m about to throw up.”

“Wait.” Shakir rushed out of the tent and came back a few seconds later with a
bucket. “Here. You can use this. I do not want you to make a mess over the
master’s possessions. He would be very angry.”

“Thank . . .” But before he could finish he caught the whiff of raw meat and his
stomach lurched. Inuyasha bent over the bucket and threw up all he had eaten
last night. “Oh God . . . I feel like I’m dying.” He cradled his stomach.

“Next time when someone tells you something please do as they say,” said
Shakir sighing. “It is usually said for your benefit.” Inuyasha said nothing as
he continued to lean weakly over the bucket. “Well, I better go see the
healer." She left the tent.

It was noon when Abdul was ready to leave. Inuyasha was still suffering a
bit from his first hangover but the strange potion the healer told him to
drink did help a little. Now, instead of him seeing three of everyone.
Everything just looked fuzzy and he was so glad when his bouts of throwing
up had ceased. His stomach had finally settled down. The taste of sour wine
still lingered on his tongue. His mouth tasted like he ate one of Miroku’s dirty
sweaty sandals.

Abdul thanked Kali for letting them stay the night. Inuyasha saw
Kali's wife Kamala standing at the window on the top floor staring
longingly at him. He didn't know if he should wave at her. He didn't
want to give her any false hope. I mean he had a mother. A mother
who thinks he is dead. Inuyasha lowered his head and sighed.

Abdul got into his carriage, said another good bye to Kali and they
continue their journey across the country. It took them
three weeks until they were at the border of a country called Pakistan. Then
it took them another two weeks before they reached a large city by the sea
called Karachi.

Abdul's caravan came to a stop at the docks and he stepped out of his
carriage. He took a deep breath of the salty sea air and sighed. Then
he turned to the two demons. "The Arabian Sea. Soon, we shall be home."

Suddenly a human walked up to Abdul. The men spoke a few seconds. Then
the other man yelled something to his workers and the dock crew began
to load Abdul's goods on board the ship. While the men were loading
his stuff on the ship, he turned to face Inuyasha and Shirow. "I was
suppose to have gotten more slaves than the two of you but the little one
cost quite a bit of money." He ran his fat sweaty fingers through
Inuyasha's long silver tresses. Inuyasha snapped at the offending
hand.

Abdul just laughed. "You are a feisty one. I'm glad I was able to get
you."

"And what do you plan on doing with us?" asked Shirow. The human raised
a hand and backhanded the demon across the mouth.

"You will speak when I tell you to speak," Abdul said angrily.

Both Shirow and Inuyasha growled. The human snorted and turned his
back to them. "You two are slaves and you will obey me. If you chose
to be disobedient. I will not hesitate to punish you." He looked pointedly at
Inuyasha. "It will not matter how young you are. If you misbehave
I will have to show you your place." He smirked as Inuyasha glared at
him. "Now, you shall no longer be known by your old names. They are
part of your old life, which you are no longer, connected to . . . You
shall be known as Sabir." He looked at Shirow. "And you small one shall
be known . .. "

"No!" shouted the half-breed. "I have a name given to me by my father and
I will not dishonor him by taking the name of a slave."

Abdul was filled with rage. Raising a hand, he slapped Inuyasha with such
force it knocked him to the ground splitting his lip. "You little
bastard. I paid good money for you. You will obey me or you will pay
the consequences."

Inuyasha got to his feet wiping the blood from his mouth and glared with
hate filled eyes at the human. "I am Inuyasha prince of the western lands
of Japan. And I will not answer to any other name but that which was
given to me at birth."

The man's face turned red with fury. Never has he ever been spoken to
in such a tone by one of his slaves. Tightening his hands into fists, his
manicured nails bit into his palms leaving little bloody crescent moons. He
was about to strike the little demon again but stopped. He glared as
Inuyasha stood facing him with his head held high. Like a true prince.

Suddenly all the rage seeped out of Abdul's face as a sinister smile that
chilled Inuyasha to the bone covered the man's face. "Very well, it seems
that you will have to be taught a lesson." He nodded his head at one of
the guards. The man unchained Inuyasha and Shirow from the carriage. Then
the two demons were led through the street to the middle of the village.
Abdul took Inuyasha's chain and dragged the young demon to a pole that
was embedded in the center of the village. Hooking the chains onto a
nail. Inuyasha's arms hung rigid above his head.

Abdul clutched a handful of Inuyasha's hair and yanked the child's head back
painfully. "You, little one," he hissed way too close for the half demon's
liking, "shall be given two names. One you shall answer to in the daylight
and a second that I alone shall use." His tongue rolled out of his mouth
and caressed the small pale cheek.

Inuyasha cringed in disgust. "Don't touch me you filthy pig." He looked up
to see the villagers walk by without so much as a glance at what was
happening. /What is with these people? Can't they see what is happening?
Or maybe, they just don't care. After all, I am only a half demon./

"If you're wondering why no one seems to care about what I’m doing. It's
because they know, you are a slave and therefore, they will not lift
a hand to help you." He whispered into Inuyasha puppy ear. "I can do whatever
I want and no one will even so much as flinch." Then he pulled Inuyasha
pants down and ripped the shirt from his back.

The half-breed began to panic. He struggled against the chains but they
would not break. Tears of frustration and anger started to slip from the
golden eyes. Inuyasha's eyes widened in horror as one of the guards
handed Abdul a large thick leather strap. The human saw the look in the
child's eyes and smiled.

"You needn't worry. I promise. I will do nothing to scar that lovely
smooth skin but you do have to be punished my little Husain." He walked over
and stood behind the bound half demon. "Now, to everyone else
you shall be known as Husain. When you and I are alone. You shall
answer to the name of Kamal." He smiled lecherously at Inuyasha. He placed
a hand on Inuyasha‘s rear. He began to squeeze the small round globes. "In
my country, Husain means, small beauty and Kamal means perfection." He
began to stroke Inuyasha’s hair. "You certainly deserve both your
names."

Inuyasha growled and shook the hand off his head and tried to move away from
his touch. "Stay away from me you filthy human pig."

"Still defiant?" Abdul raised the strap and struck it against the
exposed flesh of Inuyasha’s rear. Inuyasha howled in pain. Blood
trickled from the wounds. That was no ordinary strap. It had sharp tiny
barbs protruding from it. Abdul chuckled with glee as he saw pieces of
Inuyasha’s flesh on the spikes. Every lash he placed against the
dog demon's rear tore open his flesh. A sharp fang punctured his
soft bottom lip as Inuyasha tried to hold back his screams. But he was
only six and not use to such brutality and he screamed.
"What is your name?"

"My name . . . is . . .Inuyasha." He said defiantly as tears poured
from his eyes.

"Wrong!" Filled with anger at the constant defiance of the dog demon, Abdul
forgot his own promise not to scar Inuyasha’s skin. He struck the child
across his back. The demon child jerked in his bindings screaming in pain.

“Stop it!” yelled Shirow. He tried to break free but those blasted chains not
only kept him shackled but it drained his strength as well. “He’s just a child!” He
struggled in the restraining grip of the guards.

“Even a child has to be taught his place in the world,” said Abdul as he continued
to beat Inuyasha.

“Your name boy? What is your name?”

“In-u . . . In-u-ya-sha.”

“No, you little shit!” The despicable human struck
Inuyasha several more times until the little half breed could not take the
pain anymore. Sweat and blood covered his small back and trickled down
his legs. His small round face was red and stained with his tears. “What is
your name?” Abdul demanded of the little half-breed slave.

"My name is . . .,” He gasped weakly as tears flowed down his cheeks. “My
name . . . is . . . is . . . Hus-ain." As the strange name fell from his bleeding lips,
Inuyasha felt as though he had died inside. His little heart was heavy with
grief. By agreeing to the slave name, he had given up who and what he truly
was. On that day, Inuyasha prince of the western lands of Japan had died. He
at last slipped into the dark comfort of unconsciousness.
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Inuyasha awakened to find himself in a dimly lit hole. Glancing
around, there was a small amount of light coming in through a
grated opening in the ceiling. He was lying on his stomach with his
head in Shirow's lap. Shakir was rubbing a foul smell substance on the wounds
on his back. He whimpered and flinched as the goo stung his back.

“So, you’re awake,” said Shirow softly. Inuyasha said nothing. “Are you
all right kid?”

“What happened?” He looked around the dark hole ignoring Shirow’s
question. “Where are we?” His voice sounded so weak and pathetic. His
heart felt as though it would wither and die in his chest.

“We are onboard a ship bound for our master’s homeland, Arabia,” answered
Shakir.

“I see,” Inuyasha said softly. “How long have I been out?”

“It’s noon now. I would say about three hours,” said Shirow stroking the child’s
hair.

Shakir had rubbed some more of the ointment onto his back and Inuyasha
winched and hissed in pain.

"I’m sorry," said Shakir massaging the ointment onto his scarred back. "But
this healing balm will help with the wounds on your back."

"I maybe only . . . be a . . . a half demon but . . . my wounds will heal," Inuyasha said
through clenched teeth.

"I'm afraid your healing abilities will not help you." The young
girl blushed as Shirow removed the towel from over Inuyasha rear end.
The older demon saw her hesitation and decided to step in.

"I'll do that for you, Shakir," said Shirow taking the clay jar
out of her hand. The girl quickly turned her back to the two of
them. Shirow scooped up a generous amount of the clear ointment and
rubbed it over Inuyasha's raw scarred buttocks.

The hanyou hissed in pain and tried to hold back the tears that
were fighting to fall from his eyes. Shortly, the painful
stinging became a dull ache. He sighed. As the events of the
day flooded his battered mind, he covered his face with one hand
and cried. He felt ashamed of his weakness. He had accepted the slave name
Abdul gave him. Shame, fear, disgust and anger all fought for
dominance. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt that his
brother would be disgusted with him. He wondered if Sesshomaru
would have broken so easily. Probably not. His big brother was
strong. In the hanyou’s eyes, his brother was a silver haired god
that could not be defeated. Inuyasha closed his eyes as the tears
fell from beneath his lids. This was so humiliating. He is the son
of the Great Dog Demon Inutaisho but here he lie whimpering like a
beaten pup. If this was Sesshomaru, he would have preferred to die
fighting instead of giving up who and what he was. . . What a load of
crap. All this talk about pride and dying for your belief. He was a child
taken away from the only home he had ever known. His mother, father,
everyone, even his beloved big brother thought he was dead. So maybe
showing pride was not such a good thing. He would never see them
again so, why burden himself with their memories. Inuyasha wiped
the tears from his eyes.

"I'm through," said Shirow softly.

Inuyasha slowly got to his knees with his head lowered. Shakir
walked over to the two demons with her head lowered. "Here are
some clothes." She handed the pants and shirt to Inuyasha and he stiffly
put them on.

"Thank you," Inuyasha whispered.

"Would you like something to eat?" asked Shakir turning to kneel beside
him.

"No." He looked away.

"Come on kid, you have to eat something." Shirow ran his fingers
through the boy's, silver tresses. "Remember, we can still
escape."

"What for?" He got to his feet not daring to look at them. "I can never
go back home. I have disgraced my family
by taking the name of a slave." He walked over to a dark corner and laid
down facing away from them. Curling himself into a ball, he let his tears
flow. “My Sesshy . . .” He cleared his throat. “Sesshomaru will never
forgive me for that.” He said more to himself than to anyone in
particular. /I am what all the other demons had claim me to be. I
am weak./ He thought in dispair.

Both Shakir and Shirow sighed sadly. "I'll be back." Shakir stood up and
left them alone.
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It was late evening and Inuyasha laid on his side staring at a rat that was
skittering across the floor. He had awaken some time ago when the gentle
rocking of the ship became more frantic. So, instead of going back to sleep,
he lay there staring at the wall. Becoming disgusted by the sight of the
rat, he threw a piece of bread that Shakir brought for him to eat at the
rodent. It had scurried out of the way but came back when it realized that it
was food. He watched the vermin eat and then skitter away when someone
entered the room. Inuyasha sighed and closed his eyes. It was Shakir. She
was calling him by his slave name.

"Husain." She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him. "Husain. The
master wishes to speak with you."

He sighed once again and slowly got to his feet. Glancing over at the other
demon, Shirow was fast asleep. Then he followed his fellow slave up on
deck. The ship rocked back and forth, up and down as the two slaves made
their way across the deck. Inuyasha looked up at the sky. It
was overcast with thick black clouds. He sniffed the air. It was
going to rain soon. And from the way his hackles stood up on
end, it was going to be one hell of a storm. The wind had picked up whipping
his long silver tresses in his face.

Shakir led him up to a narrow door. She knocked and it opened. She
bowed to her master. "I have brought Husain as you commanded, master."

"Come in Husain," said Abdul.

Inuyasha stiffened and then sighed. His ears lay flattened against his
head as he slowly made his way into the room. "You can leave now,
Shakir," Inuyasha heard the human tell the female. Then he heard the
door close behind him. The little demon stiffens again. He was alone with
the disgusting pig. Inuyasha always liked humans. At least the ones
that were his friends and nice to him. He really didn't have
anything against them. But this human, he hated with a passion.

"Turn around and face me, my lovely one."

Inuyasha remained with his back to the human. Abdul growled. "I said turn
around. Or do you wish for me to exact more punishment up on you again."

Inuyasha flinched and turned around. He made sure to keep his eyes on the
floor. The little doggie ears on top of his head stood up as he heard the
door open and close again. The scent of another human was in the
room. It wasn't the guards so it had to be one of the ship's crew.


"So, is he the one?" Inuyasha heard the unknown human ask.

"Yes, this is the one, Captain Rashid." He heard Abdul say.

"You were right. He is a pretty little thing."

"Yes but he is wild. You will have to be careful of him," Abdul
said with a laugh in his voice.

“Good. I like them wild,” the human said in a dangerously silky tone.

Inuyasha jerked his head up to stare at the men. The human known as Rashid
was tall with sharp angular features which reminded the hanyou of a bird
of prey. The man's dark eyes seemed to pierce through his very
soul. Inuyasha cringed away from the man as he advanced towards
him. A shiver of fear went up his spine as his ears flattened against his
head. He tried to shrink away from the man’s lecherous glare but in the
small room there was nowhere to hide. Remembering that his brother
told him he should always trust his youkai when it comes to danger.
Right now, it was screaming for him to get the hell out of that
small room. Unfortunately for him, the two humans were blocking the
only door. It seems that he will have to fight. He knew that Abdul would
punish him but right now, it did not matter. His youkai sensed danger
and Inuyasha was going to get out no matter what happened afterwards. If
he was lucky, maybe Abdul would kill him. At least he would not have
to suffer the humiliation and shame of answering to a slave’s name for
the rest of his life. So be it. His decision was made. He
would make that fat bastard pay for the pain he caused him. Inuyasha
got into an attack posture with his claws raised preparing to
rip the humans apart.

"Now now little puppy, that is no way to treat your masters," said
Rashid.

Inuyasha lashed out with his extended claws slashing the man
across the back of his hand.

"You little fuck." The human became enraged and grabbed Inuyasha by
the hair and backhanded him across the cheek. "Come here you little
bitch."

"No!" screamed the little demon angrily. He fought wildly against
his attacker. All the while Abdul stayed in the background laughing.
Rashid screamed again as he was struck on the cheek by the
sharp claws. The man grabbed Inuyasha by his head and slammed it into
the wall. The hanyou went down but he was still conscious. Inuyasha
crawled across the floor trying to get away from the man but he kicked the
child in the stomach. Inuyasha fell to the floor in a fetal position clutching
his stomach.

Suddenly a loud clap of thunder rolled across the sky to be followed up
by a bolt of lightning. The wind howled angrily outside as rain pelted
the roof. The two humans paid no attention to the violent swaying of
the ship. Rashid grabbed Inuyasha and yanked his pants down.

"NO!" screamed Inuyasha. Thunder boomed across the dark sky. "NO!" The
man forced him on his stomach and held him down with one hand.

"STOP IT!" Inuyasha screamed as the man shoved two fingers into his
anus. Sensing the danger to itself, the demon half of Inuyasha took full
control. Suddenly his eyes bled red as a jagged lavender stripe appeared
on both side of his cheeks. The growl that came from his throat was such
a fierce and dangerous sound until both men stood still in shock.

Rashid backed away as the little hanyou jumped to his feet to face the two men. His
claws grew long. His fangs became shaper and longer than usual. The vicious smile
he wore promised a violent death for the
frighten humans. He could smell the fear pouring off the bastards. The beast
in him wanted blood and he would soon be bathing in the blood of the
bastards that tried to degrade him. Suddenly the hanyou moved with
unbelievable speed as he took to the air and slashes Captain Rashid
across his juggler. The man grasped his bleeding throat and fell to
his knees gasping out his last breath. Then he fell to the floor dead.

Abdul became terrified as he called for his guards. He turned to open
the door but he was not fast enough. Just as Abdul opened the door and
stepped outside, Inuyasha jumped on the man's back and shoved his clawed
hand through Abdul's back and forced it through the front of the fat
human’s chest. In his small hand was Abdul's heart. Inuyasha lifted his
head to the sky and howled in victory. Almost as though it sensed the
bloodlust, the wind picked up violently mixing with the demon’s howl.

The crew was furling the sails and securing the ship when they witnessed
what happened to Abdul. Some of the men became sick at the sight. Inuyasha
pulled his hand out of the hole and bound off the dead man's back. He
landed with a splash on the deck. He smiled when he heard Abdul’s body hit
the floor. Inuyasha raised the heart to look at it. He scowled in disgust before he
crushed the organ in his hand. Dropping it, he turned his attention to the
startled crew. His youkai was still in control as he went on a killing
spree. It didn't matter to him who it was. He just had the urge to kill.

When Shirow and Shakir made it up on deck. The elder demon stared in
shock at the bodies scattered on the floor. Standing in the mist of
the chaos was the small hanyou. He was covered in blood. His
face was streaked with blood as well. Shirow knew that the child's demon side
had taken control and from the looks of it it was not going to
relinquish its hold on the boy. The blood-crazed child stood facing them with
glowing red eyes. Lightning cracked across the sky lighting up the
the night. The face Shirow saw was not the kind face of the hanyou
but that of a demon on a bloodlust rampage. The smile on Inuyasha’s
face made his blood run cold. Inuyasha raised his clawed hands and
they dripped with the blood of the slain sailors.

The bloodthirsty demon did not notice the storm raging around him. The
ship rocked violently. Wave after wave washed across the deck soaking
the lone figure. The storm became more violent as the waves were getting
larger. As he slowly made his way over to the stunned Shirow and
Shakir a bolt of lightning came from the sky striking the mast sheering
part of it off. That piece of the mast fell striking the enraged demon across the
head knocking him unconscious.
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Inuyasha awakened to find himself floating on a piece of driftwood
in the ocean. His head was throbbing and he saw something coming
towards him from the sky. Too weak to call for help, he slipped
back into unconsciousness.