Unnamed by Katelynn

Chapter One

Cold and dark.

That was all he could process in his current state. Sesshoumaru shifted a little and found his hands bound above his head. ‘Impossible’ He thought. No one with the desire to live would dare bind the western lord against his will.

He breathed deeply, nothing. Opening both eyes, he couldn’t see what was in front of him or hear what was going one outside of this wretched room he was in. Someone had sealed his powers! Him who was the most powerful and respected being in the land! His anger was overcoming him as his eyes tinted red. A pain he had never felt before coursed through him, as though it was tearing him from the inside out. He growled lowly, as the pain ebbed away slowly.

Laughter could be heard from in front of him. High pitched and definitely a woman’s. “Hello, ‘lord’ Sesshoumaru” she started as she lit a candle. Light flooded the room, he deduced that he was in a dungeon, with chains on the walls and dried blood and feces smeared along the floor. The woman was tall and skinny. He deduced that she was human immediately by her looks, dark hair and brown eyes. She looked at him with those cold eyes and continued.

“I think you will be a great help to our cause. You are of the stronger beings, which means we can do more to you than we can the normal forest youkai.” She smirked, grabbing a dagger from her person, it glinted in the candlelight and started glowing a dark purple. ‘Dark mikos’ he thought so that’s why his senses were dulled and he couldn’t use his power.

“You see me and my fellow sisters are testing our powers to see and surpass our limits as mikos. We believe that to accomplish this is by experimenting and practicing” she smirked as she waved the dagger closer. “But the issue to that is none of the youkai, we have captured, lives long enough for us to progress. This is why you are here ‘milord’.” 

He growled lowly as he flexed his wrist, there was no way some metal would hold him back from ripping the throat out of this insolent woman. His beast rattled against its cage in frenzy, wanting to be let out to do the deed. The shock was felt again and this time the pain seeped into the bone and stayed longer than it did the first time. Something wasn’t right he felt. Taking a look inside himself, as the woman prattled on about what all they had done to the others.

His youkai, something was wrong. It looked as if someone has burned off a minor portion of it. ‘It must be a suppressing spell they have concocted’ he thought. It seemed that every time he tried to unleash his youkai it was pushed back and eaten away at. The cuffs that bound him to the wall had to be more than they appeared. It felt as though all the strength had left him, leaving him stranded here as this insolent woman blathered on about her and her sisters plans. He felt muffled without his sense of smell or his heighted hearing. Sesshoumaru realized that even though his senses were dulled, his sense of touch felt as though it was magnified. He felt this as the woman plunged her reki covered blade into his abdomen. She cackled as his form went ridged and blood seeped slowly out and around the dagger. He wanted to scream, but he wouldn’t. He wanted to rip this wenches’ head from her body and crush it under his foot.  But he couldn’t do anything as the bitch smirked and drew out the dagger with a sickening squelch and drove it back into his body making a new hole next to its companion.

“It seems that you have no interest in what we are going to do with you.” She increased the intensity of the reki in the blade. You could hear the flesh sizzling as it burned away at his insides. He took a deep breath thankful for the first time that his senses were dulled, so he wouldn’t have to smell the putrid smells of this dungeon. She continued “I for one, love how you are at our mercy. All because you wanted to save a poor little girl.”

He finally saw past the pain he was feeling, as he remembered the last few moments before he woke up here in this wretched place. He was walking in the forest at the edge of the western lands, patrolling with Ah-Un and Rin. He had promised her he would keep her safe, but he couldn’t keep it could he? Everything was in some sort of drugged blur. One moment he was reaching toward his bleeding daughter and the next he was here. Pain, worse than what was being dealt to him, surged in his chest. Had he failed her? Was she dead? He highly doubted his captor would tell him otherwise, even if he asked. Not that he would, he would not stoop so low as to rely on information an enemy had given him.

As the blade cut across his face in a searing burn he still didn’t cry out. He was Lord Sesshoumaru, he would not be so weak as to bend to his captors will. Even with this crushing feeling inside of him. She was growing bored he could see, after a while.

“She is dead you know,” she smirked as his form tensed and he growled so lowly she could barely hear it. ”Yep,” she continued happily “she bled out, she watched us helplessly as we took you from her.”

Unable to stop the reaction upon hearing the possible truth. His eyes were bleeding red as the cuffs shocked and cracked warningly as he pulled on them. “Mark my words you wench, I will be free from this soon and I will be coming for you and your sisters’ heads. I will enjoy crushing them with my bare hands.” The woman laughed as she withdrew from the room leaving the wounded lord to sit in a pool of his own blood.