Inuyasha & Kagome

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and co. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi. Though I own the plot of this story.

Rated: T (Warning: Language and Violance)

Summary: He is a prisoner who has been chained his whole life simply for who he is. She is a poet looked down upon by her entire family, searching for peace. They both sought freedom; but instead found love behind the wall.


Chapter 1

Inuyasha's POV

"Hey half breed! Get your furry ass over here!" a brawny man called from across the room. I ignored him.

Half breed.

That was what I had been called from the moment I had set foot in this forsaken place. Why? I didn't even know. My whole life I had wondered what was so bad about half demons. We were considered a danger to the community. Apparently, we were so dangerous that the government had to station us – well, me since I was the only one they could get their hands on – on the other side of the wall.

Insidious bastards.

As if imprisoning me would do them any good. I hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't like I had chose to be half demon. Did they think I had walked into an office and said "Oh yeah, I'd like a demon for a father and a human for a mother!". Hell no.

It had been six years since I had been dragged out here; I had been just a kid back then, I couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't like there was anything anyone could do when a dozen men with guns started to run towards you.

I didn't care much anyway. My life was already crap before I came here, the wall was only a small addition to the messed up life I had.

"Hey. Half breed. I told you to come. Here." The man yelled again, emphasizing each word. I chose to ignore him once more. He wasn't worth the effort. If I got up now, I would get the usual. The man would aim any insult at me; then beat me up. Then a couple others would join in just for the hell of it.

The usual.

"Hey half breed–"

"HEY HALF WHIT! I bellowed, suppressing his voice in an instant. "I ain't gonna come!"

Wrong move.

The man looked at me with narrowed eyes, clearly annoyed. I saw him exchange glances with some of the people sitting around him; before he got up.

This was bad. Most people wouldn't waste time getting up around here unless they had something very important to do; and this meat sack's intentions were blatantly shown. His hands balled into fists as he approached me.

I was ready for the pain. I was used to it.

There was no point in hitting back. If I did, I would be taken down to the rooms and I'd much rather endure this pain than that. Most people didn't come out when they went in. I suspected they would add in a few extras for a "half breed" like me. I had no chance of survival in there.

The blow came fast. I felt my jaw disconnect as the man's massive fist made contact. I gritted my teeth and waited for the pain to pass by; but instead felt somebody kick my stomach. The air was blown out of my lungs as I crippled to the ground, hissing in pain.

Someone pulled me up by the hair and threw me against the wall.

"Next time someone tells you to come, you come." He snarled, before throwing me back down and stomping away.

I wanted to escape.

I wanted to leave this fucking place forever and never come back.

I wanted the pain to end.

But I couldn't.

Once you were placed in the Shikon camps you were in them for life. There was no opening in the wall, as far as I knew. The only entrance was the main entrance, where the new inmates were brought through; and that place was so heavily guarded an army couldn't break through, let alone me.

All I was good for was laying on the floor in a mess of blood and bruises.

Pathetic. That was how you would describe me. Simply pathetic.

I blamed them. Every fucking person in this world was yet another addition to my suffering; and I hated them all.

I stared up at the ceiling, tracing the cracks that had developed over the years; mostly the result of chairs and tables thrown at each other. I seemed to be a popular target for flying furniture…

I stumbled to my feet and walked over to my cot at the far corner of the room. There were no windows in the room, and it was stuffy and hot. It bordered on unbearable in the summer when the sun almost burned through the walls… At least we were allowed to step out into the "garden" as they liked to call it; which was pretty much only a pile of dirt, twigs and dead trees. Oh well, it was better than nothing.

I was used to it, really. I had spent more than half of my life behind the wall; simply because of my demon heritage.

Frankly, I didn't get it. I didn't understand why everyone hated me so much. I recalled my mother saying it was because I was different. She had always told me people were intimidated by things other than themselves; and it would often turn into fear.

She had been right.

They did hate me.

And the feeling was mutual, I hated them too.

Though sometimes I wondered what my life could have been like if they didn't hate me… The thought was too distant.

I knew it was useless to dream. Being loved was an unattainable goal for me. That choice just didn't exist.

And I didn't care.



/a.n./ So here's the first chapter. The next will be in Kagome's POV… This fic is gonna be pretty long so stay tuned! R&R!