The No Names

“No names. No souls. No emotions. Live for the king, die for the King. Protect the king. Loyalty is the key. Be fearless in the eyes of death. Strike down any man who threatens the King's life, pride, or authority. For the King.” -- Oath of Loyalty of the Fifth Command, High Guard.

His Story: Mindless Half-ling. Beaten; trained to kill and obey. No questions. No emotions, just doing his duty as a Guard for the High King.

Her Story: Slave under the rule of her king; fighting for the freedom of her people. Hurt and abused, she hates everything he represents.

Summary:

She fights for the freedom of her village from her already paranoid, tyrant king. Outraged and scared, he makes a hasty decision, plunging the young woman in pain and darkness; hurting and murdering all of her friends and family. Can the girl's fiery spirit and stubborn attitude change the minds of His Highness's personal killing machines and save the lives of her village or is the pain and torture so engraved into their subconscious that nothing could ever stop this nightmare?

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Blood splattered the walls.

They say, once you die there's no way to be reborn. The soul is gone, leaving behind the hollow shell of the human body. Death is the stopping of bodily functions. The brain stops working, the heart no longer beats or pumps blood. You don't breath. The nervous system shuts down and you don't feel anything.

Now, I don't altogether believe this. I've died and was reborn. I had lost my soul. Yet, I felt everything. The pain, the hurt; everything. But I couldn't show it, I wasn't allowed to. It was drilled into my brain. Don't show fear. No emotions.

This was all I had. All I had to count on and I clutched to this with every particle of my being. Until, I met her and how she changed my world. She changed my whole being, but hated everything I had stood for; everything I had clutched to my heart. But this isn't where my story starts.

I was six when it happened. My world was turned upside down and I couldn't do anything about it.

“INUYASHA!” Time stopped as the little boy was rushed past his flailing mother out into the raging storm. Tears of anger and resentment flowed down her pretty face. Chocolate orbs blazed with fury. Kicking at one of the men holding her back, she screeched and clawed, trying desperately to reach her surprisingly calm son. The man was big and quickly recovered from the blow, grabbing a very large handful of her long, dark hair and yanked her back.

Her scream sent shivers down the young boy's spine. “Momma?” He whispered. His golden eyes watered as he turned and glanced at his distraught mother. She cried and muttered his name over and over, screaming at the men, telling them not to take her baby away from her. The sky mirrored her emotions. A man grabbed his arm in a harsh grip as he led him away from his home.

Suddenly he was lifted onto a beast of a horse and another man settled himself behind him. They were off in moments. The boy tried to look back, get a glimpse of his mother; that would be his very last. The last time he would ever see her smiling face as she gave him a cookie or the scent of her perfume as she held him to her chest when he got hurt by the other villagers. The last time.

The rain pelted his face and thunder rumbled over the mountains. “Momma is going to be okay, right? You didn't hurt her?”

“Shut up, kid.”

They had been traveling for five days when they finally reached any sort of civilization. The building was huge, but not easily spotted. The man reined in the horse and quickly entered the low archway. It was increasingly intimidating.

The giant man stopped and roughly shoved the boy off of the horse. He struggled, blood dripping from the gash in his head from where it hit the stone floor. “Get up, bastard,” he gruffly commanded. When the boy didn't obey, the man bent and lifted him up by his silver hair.

“Lemme go!” He cried and clawed at the man's ripped arm.

“I gave you a command!” The man snarled and slammed the boy into the cold wall. “Do you understand!? You do what I say! Got it?!” The boy continued to struggled and cry as the man crushed him against the wall again. “Worthless piece of shit. I don't see what he saw in you.” He held the boy suspended in the air as he walked his horse farther down the passageway, passing locked door after locked door until they came to one that was wide open.

Not even grunting with the effort, the man tossed the boy into the room and slammed the wooden door. He heard the clanking of the lock as the tumblers fell into place. And everything went dark.

-0.0- -0.0-

“Cut it all off,” the same harsh voice commanded. The boy couldn't help but be relieved the voice wasn't directed at him. The cold seat hurt his bottom, but he didn't dare move. This was his second day in the harsh environment.

“Hai,“ it was a woman's voice, behind him. Soft. The boy whimpered as somebody grabbed his long silver hair in a harsh grip.

“I mean all of it, Kata,” the man said sternly and tugged on the hair as if emphasizing his point. He whimpered again as the hair pulled the already healing wound on his head. He felt the woman bow behind him and gently release his hair from the man's strong grasp. Blood trickled into his eyes.

“Hai, Katashi.”

The man growled, “One of these days, woman,” he moved closer to the woman behind him, “you will be mine and I will fuck you so hard and fast you will be begging me for more.” He smelled the man's arousal in the air and cringed despite himself.

She turned back toward the boy's hair. “Hai.” Combing her fingers gently through the thick locks, she said, “You may leave Katashi. You are no longer needed here.”

The man grunted and he watched as his stiff body left the plain, cold room; his long, unnaturally black hair barely moving. He hadn't realized he was so tense until every single muscle in his body relaxed. A thin, pale arm moved around him, reaching for a pair of scissors, as snow white hair fell over his shoulder. He shivered unconsciously and the woman froze, her hand never stopping it's soothing movements through his hair.

“I will not hurt you, little one,” her voice was soft, but held no emotion. Sweat trickled and mixed with the blood on his forehead. He nodded slowly and she pulled her arm back behind him, scissors in hand.

She was gentle, but he winced every time he heard the snip of the scissors as his beautiful hair fell to the floor.

“Be still, it will grow,” her promise soothed him, but he couldn't help the shudder. She was taking away everything he had left of his mother.

You have your father's hair, Inuyasha. It's so very beautiful.

“Done.” The woman walked around and he finally got a looked at the only person to show him kindness. Crouching down to his level, she wiped the blood from his eyes. She was very pale, thin, and her eyes held no color. On anybody else, he thought it would have looked unnatural, sickly. She wore nothing but a plain white kimono. She really was a beautiful woman. “You have the most beautiful eyes.”

She fluffed his now short hair away from his wound and patted it softly with a wet cloth. He winced. She stood up and walked to the closed door. She called, “Katashi, take the boy back to his quarters.”

-0.0- -0.0-

“No names. No souls. No emotions.”

Echoed down the many corridors.

“Live for the King, die for the King. Protect the King.”

Invading any who are near,

“Be fearless in the eyes of death.”

or are not smart enough to cover their ears with their pillows.

“Strike down any man who threatens the King's life, pride, or authority.”

Repeat. Remember.

“For the King.”

Or else.

Fearless.

For the King.

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Blood splattered the walls.

Death filled the air.

Wails of pain, crying, begging.

“For the King!”

“FOR THE KING!” His men repeated. His long silver hair flowed in the wind as he watched the High Guard, Quadrant II salute him.

“We live for the King! Protect him with your life!” His scarred hand reached for his hilt. The identical soldiers stood still, listening as if their life depended on it, and they did.

“PROTECT THE KING!”

Everything grew silent. He stood there, hand on hilt, stiff and composed. A slow clapping echoed around the square. Dead amber eyes flashed to the man on the throne.

“Wonderful! Absolutely beautiful, soldier!” The man stood, his golden robes flowing around him in a majestic manner. Dark brown eyes glowed in madness and delight.

He spun, silver hair flailing, and bowed to one knee. “Your Majesty.”

“You really are one with words, good soldier,” the crown on his head slipped farther onto his brow as he walked closer to the knelt man.

“Protect the King. Fight for the King,” he pounded his chest in a salute and the mad man laughed.

He clapped a hand onto the soldier's back. “At least with you leading my men, I know I will be safe from any of the mongrel peasants who wish to rid me of my throne!” He snarled, despite himself.

“Hai, Your Majesty. I will do everything in my power to protect you and the royal family.”

He nodded. “You and your men are dismissed.”

Silver hair waited until the king left before rising to his feet and leading his men out of the square.

Must Protect The King

Paranoia

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