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SURVIVE	By : ajj77sunhawk Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 26393 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hmm this chapter got out of control. I wanted to give back ground and to an extent I may be giving too much back ground – the ideas just kept growing – and cause its NaNo I didnt stop the flow. Anyway I think it is all relevant and interesting – I hope you think so too.

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Chapter 2 : Truth and Lies

The half breed sat silently in the tiny cell. Two feet of space separated the sacks that acted as his resting place and the wall. He could not stretch out fully in the cell, and basically sat crunched up the whole five days of the month he was instructed to stay in the cell. The half breed considered it a small price to pay, at least in the cell he was undisturbed, and his human period was uncomfortable, but safe. He still only turned human for twelve hours of the moonless night – but the priests deemed that his masquerade as a human, required a period of 'cleansing' and since his fifteenth year he had spent five days of every month locked in a silent much too small cell, with just water and bread that he brought in with him.

None spoke to him, none visited him and none acknowledge his existence. The half breed preferred it that way. In his early years, his human nights were a time of pure nightmares. He had been smaller, younger, weaker.. so much weaker. As a half breed they had beat him, whipped him, and hurt him, but they were not so foolish to expose their most vulnerable part to him. When he turned human – the torture had turned – they had used him, defiled and debased his human self. It had begun when he had not yet seen 11 summers, when Priestess Kagome a few years older than him had discovered sex. She had been the first to use him, and then she had 'lent' him out to those who had pleased her. Males and females, young and old, they had all used him – abused him- driving his human side to the brink. To fear surfacing, to want to wish for death.

In spite of the immense pain it caused the half breed, after the third month, he had forced himself to stay above the level of the collar, even during the human nights. Though his body was human, the half breed aspect after those first harrowing months, rose to protect his human spirit. Even at eleven, the half breed felt that he could die but to survive his human and demon spirit – must – 'live'.

The half breed cocooned his human spirit so that the pain and humiliation was felt from a distance, their demon side kept safe in their sanctuary was not allowed to know what actually occurred, he only knew that the humans had hurt his human self – deeply. And the demon aspect would comfort the human aspect later. The Demon aspect had never asked – while it would not admit it – the demon side understood that to survive they needed to pretend that what they lived though did not matter, and perhaps to an extent pretend that it did not happen.

As the half breed protected his human side, more and more of him had died, his body may react – but his eyes became dead – he did not respond; and by his thirteenth year outwardly he showed nothing. He did not react no matter how badly his human body was degraded. That is when they had beat him instead. The half breed could not count the number of bones that had been broken in his thirteenth and fourteenth year as they sought to make him react. The only reaction they got was his screams of agony, when a bone broke, nothing else.

Then they had put the blood lust in him.

Some of the younger priests had been experimenting on their 'pet', believing that they could trap his Demonic energy and use it as part of their magic. They had been wrong, his demon was safe deep inside him, instead the collar had reacted negatively to the magicks, and IT had taken over his body – going mad, seeking blood and destroying all in its path. The dark magic in the collar – had wanted the half breed, wanted to merge fully with the half breed – to become the half breed. It had whispered seductively that the collar would no longer restrict the him, that he and the collar would become one. The half breed had not been fooled, the if he had merged with the dark magicks, the sanctuary of brightness inside him would be destroyed and the other parts of him would be 'eaten' by the collar. That he would never allow, they would never die by his choice. Only by others actions.

So for the first time, much to the delight of their Pup, he had himself retreated from the darkness contaminating his being and taken sanctuary in the Garden. Using his body, the beast created by the collars' dark magic had wrecked chaos in the temple. The magicks had battered at the walls of the sanctuary, but the four aspects inside had been almost at peace. The older aspects fully expected the temple to kill them that day. But fate had other plans.

It seemed just a matter of luck and timing, for what his body was doing the Temple's residents would have quite happily killed him... except on that day as the beast had been released another was visiting the temple.

Sitting in the peace of the Garden, they had waited. It came as a surprise to the half breed that instead of death the battering of dark magicks on the walls of their sanctuary had suddenly stopped. And he felt something – calling him – tugging at him. His smile had been regretful, when without hesitation he stood and walked out of the sanctuary. It was what he had to do, to stay within would be to wish for oblivion ...and the half breed wished for nothing.

Golden eyes fluttered open, and widened owlishly in surprise. An old wrinkled face hovered above him. A human, whose eyes held something that was missing within the walls of this temple of light , gentle kindness.

Lady Kaede, high Priestess of the Temple of a city to the South, happened to be visiting when the possessed body of the half demon had lashed out. Before any of the others had time to 'put the mongrel down' she had stepped in – declared it was a possession – and had cleansed the collar of the extra magicks that had caused it to go out of control. The collar had made her uneasy ...and she would have removed it, but High Priestess Kikyo had informed her sister priestess that she should stop her 'interference' in matters pertaining to her Temple. Bound by convention, the older priestess had hesitated, golden eyes had opened, and the moment she may have removed the collar without Lady Kikyo's permission, had passed.

The older High Priestess was still suspicious and had 'borrowed' their 'pet' for the duration of her stay as her body guard. The half breed for the seven days the old women was there had been free of chains, beatings and other forms of torture. The old woman had asked a lot of questions, questions that the half breed found he could not answer. Maybe it was shame; maybe it was fear; maybe it was denial, but the half breed just could not find the words to tell her of how he was treated. The old woman had called him 'child', and treated him like he was worth something... he could not tell her anything that would change her opinion of him.

Since the old women had made it clear, the incident was the fault of the seven (now dead) priests who had cast the spells, the Temple had declared the half breed 'innocent' of the 'crime.' Since the declaration had been made, they could not go back on it when Kaede left. Once the older Priestess had departed, the half breed fully expected to receive all the punishment that he had missed out on for a week at once – instead he had been given a 'gift'. Well, the Temple had seen it as punishment – he felt it was a 'gift'.

Lady Kikyo had declared that the Temple had become too complacent with the half breed, his evil masquerade as a human lowered their defenses, enticed them and caused them to act in a matter that was beneath them – by actually touching the half breed. She herself found sex to be something alien to her, but she had indulged the small pleasures of the younger priestess. She was regretful, that her kindness in allowing the half breed some human contact had been so betrayed, and to protect them all from further contamination had decreed that to interact with the half breed on his human night was taboo. And so the ritual of locking the half breed away for five days and nights had begun.

The time in the cell, was a period of recovery for his battered body, it could have been a time to rejuvenate his spirit, but it was not. A part of the half breed hated the five days, it was a distant, cool hatred but it was there. Air did not move in the cell, there were no windows to see the stars and the sun, no plants... nothing but the walls and cold iron bars. His spirit yearned to be anywhere but the cell, even chained, he would have preferred to be outside. The mockery and torture he could endure, but the absence of nature made a deep part of him twist and writhe. Always the five days, while it healed his body – made his spirit feel lost.

Priestess Kagome had at first been infuriated by the decree, the mongrel was 'hers' after all. After the first five nights, she had probed deep into the half breeds mind. She had been denied access to his body, so instead she had raped his mind, and she had been delighted to see that he did find the five nights to be a punishment. She had luxuriated in his discomfort and pain, and deemed the five nights essential for the good of all involved. Before she could understand why he hated the cell, the half breed had killed the desire for nature inside him, by his sixteenth year he no longer consciously knew why he did not like the cell. That had been the last thing he had consciously wanted, when he realized how easy it was for them to take even the sun, the moon and the breeze from him, he had know that he could want for nothing. Wanting for anything external to himself made him weak, vulnerable; that parts of him died by his own will, to keep those tiny hidden sparks of him alive was enough.

He survived and for a creature like him – it was enough.

Every time he left the cell, Priestess Kagome was the first being he saw. She made sure of that, she stood there with her false smile, as he knelt in subjugation before her, the collar forcing his head to her feet. She petted his ears, making sure to pinch and twist, commented on how ugly he was, and graciously presented him with the chains that would adorn him for the next 4 weeks. If they expected battle, and danger to the priestess, his chains would be lighter – easier to remove, if it was a period of peace, or of festivals, the chains were heavier and rougher.

Truth be told, Kagome hated the half breed. From the moment she had first seen him as a boy of nine, a child of the slums walking with the grace of kings, she had desired him. They had released the Demon sleeping deep inside the boy, and she had expected him to be demonic, evil. But he had not, darkness did not touch the boy. There had been a light inside the boy that had shone brighter then her own, that had been unacceptable. She convinced herself that it was a trick, that the light in the half breed was an act of the devil, to mislead them.

She and the teaching of the Temple of Light alone were the true light. So they had sought to convert the light in the boy, own it, and if they could not own it, destroy it. It was a thing of falsehood after all; sent by the Devil to trick them.

There was a truth only shared by Lady Kikyo and her chosen successor Lady Kagome, it was not them that had mastered the half breed, it was the collar. Never once had they been able to trick, seduce or coax the boy, to do anything without the collar to bind and force his will. They had as far as they knew killed the light that had first drawn the Temple of Light's attention to the child, but that somehow was not enough. The boy's submission and obedience to them was not enough, they could not control him without the collar, and a part of both of them – truly KNEW – that the collar was not a thing of the Light.

It was the boy's fault they had to use it on him, he had forced them to use it by shining his lies so brightly on the spiritual plane. If he had been their's willingly there would have been no need for the collar, the boy had forced them to use it. And for that, they hated the boy.

Kagome especially knew, the boy had planted the seeds of lust inside her. She would have always been a picture of control if the boy had not done things to anger her, had just obeyed her ever wish willingly. Her anger, her lack of control and her lusts were all HIS fault. She was the one that was important after all, but no, he had been his own person. He had wanted nothing from them, had wanted nothing to do with her, - after planting the seeds of desire in her – that was unacceptable, totally and absolutely unacceptable. Kagome's hatred for the boy, for what she perceived to be his fault was only dwarfed by one thing, her desire to own the half breed utterly, without the collar! That twisted desire of hers, more than anything else had kept the half breed alive.

In recent years, more than that had kept the half breed alive. They would never admit it, but they needed him.

In the half breed's seventeenth, the humans had gone to war with the Demons. Humans were very good at breeding, not so good at controlling their population to match the resources available. Over populated human cities had looked at the vast lands of the Demons and Seraphim with envy. The leaders of the Major Cities had banded together to take some land of the Demons as their own. They had been confident that if they stole the Demons land the Seraphim whom were rumored to be at odds with the demons would assist them in battle against the Demons. Their assumptions had been wrong.

The Seraphim and Demons in truth, had been in a state of peace for over a hundred years, The humans with their limited dealings with others races, just had not caught up with the latest news. The Seraphim had ignored the humans plea for assistance in the war, and it fact it was rumored that certain Seraphim Princes had offered to assist the Demon Lords against the humans. The offer had been politely turned down, as seriously, the Demons had not needed the help.

The humans had attempted to steal the lands of the Demon Lord of the West, the Lord whose lands were closest to the humans' boarder. The Demon King had confidently left the matter in the hands of the Demon Lord of the West. The problem was human over population, the Demon Lord of the West had in the battles rather effectively made that not such a big problem anymore. The Demon king observed matters from a far, and after three years had declared that human population was at acceptable levels, and ordered the Demon Lord of the West to stop playing with the humans and get back to more serious matters. Rather bored with the easy game himself – the Demon Lord of the West finally accepted a plea for peace, and choose to open negotiations with Lady Kaede of the South, honoring her as a human worthy to trust.

Lady Kikyo's city of the West was the nearest large City, but the leaders of that city were not exactly worthy of trust.

Being relatively close to the battle fields, as well as a main instigator of the war, the City of the West had been a natural magnet for enemies and assassins. In the three years, both demon and human rebels had sought the death of the leaders of the Temple of Light – and while NOT a single member of the Temple of Light would admit it, the only thing that had stopped the assassination attempts from being successful was the strength and speed of their half breed 'pet.'

The half breed was never told of this, but in the five days he spent in the cell, he was not the only one, who was not allowed to leave their quarters. Lady Kikyo, Lady Kagome and other members of the priesthood went on a spiritual retreat during the five nights, they hid behind their spiritual barriers – putting all their powers to buffering their defenses – to keep up the pretense that they did not need the half demon. Since the break out of war, and the first assassination attempt that had been halted due to sharp hearing and sharp reflexes- except on those five nights -the half demon was kept close to the upper powers in the Temple. Cloaked, hidden, chained, not allowed to speak, the half demon did what he had to do, protected those abusing him.

He was such a well hidden secret, that even after three years of war. After stopping numerous assassination attempts, his existence was but a semi-interesting rumor.

The death of the Lust Demon, and the claim made by the Priestess of the Western Temple of Light that THEY were responsible for ridding the world of that abomination however, drew the attention of the Demon Lord of the West to that City. He had always found that human city in particular to be beneath his notice, he had had no desire to visit a City he deemed as the worst example of Human existence. But the death on the Lust Demon within the close confines of a city.. that was a curiosity, and for the first time, the City of the West drew the attention of the Demon Lord.

-tbc-

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Yeah catching up on NaNo word count. ** Trembles in fear from Fluffy Green Combs cracking whip of doom!
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