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The Mind Crime	By : QueenoftheDream Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sesshomaru stared at the window of the airplane, trying by sheer willpower to control his incessantly running nose and roiling nausea. Of all the places he could be when withdrawals start, the inside of a metal tube shooting through the atmosphere was pretty close to the bottom of his list. He couldn't bring himself to actually look at the sky outside the window, so he focused on his reflection in the thick glass. Dr. X sat in the seat next to him in complete composure, reading last month's issue of Time magazine.
He took a deep breath in an attempt to temporarily squash his withdrawal into submission with the questionable power of conversation. "Where are we going?"
Dr. X didn't look up from his place on the page about Scandinavian educational reform. "You'll know when we get there. You didn't require a passport to board this plane, so you know we're not headed out of the country. If you decide to bail, you're not terribly far from home, wherever that is. I don't think that will end up happening, though."
Well, if that was meant to kill the exchange, it was fairly effective. Sesshomaru tried to initiate conversation again. "Why 'Dr.X?' It's not very awe-inspiring. Not even original."
The magazine flopped closed, and Dr. X turned his head to give Sesshomaru a deprecating look. "I don't see how you're in any situation to demand answers or criticize. The last I checked, I was spearheading a movement and you were a lowlife with nothing to lose. Does that hit the nail on the head?"
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at the blatant insult and glared before turning to resume his observation of his reflection in the window. He fidgeted in his seat as the fingers of his left hand rhythmically scratched at a small hole in the knee of his jeans. The man's voice was eerily familiar, but he couldn't place exactly where he'd heard it.
"X represents the unknown variable," the smooth voice at his left said quietly. Sesshomaru turned to the doctor once more. "When you solve an equation, you need to find x, and x solves the problem. I represent that x needed to bring about revolution. The catalyst, the missing ingredient, the cure, whichever label you want to use." Sesshomaru nodded, turning the thought over in his head. Since the conversation, albeit halting, had been reignited, he had to voice his primary concern that had been lurking and weaving in and out of his thoughts since he'd gotten into the car earlier.
"So what are you about? How will my presence affect what you have going on?" He tried to speak as ambiguously as possible for fear of alerting the other passengers nearby. The man next to him sighed before he glanced to the left. Luckily the woman sitting in the aisle seat was wearing headphones. He murmured softly, and Sesshomaru leaned to his left to hear.
"The time is ripe for change. Do you see the disaster that this country has become? The masses are ruled by the media. They're feeding you lies in the commercials, in the sensationalist news. No real news, no real problems are presented to the American people." Sesshomaru grunted in agreement. "The media covers up the real problems. Corporations, the government, and organized religion are all working together in unison, dipping their fingers in each of the little pies and claiming to work and be in the service of the common good. We both know that that's a load of hypocritical trash. That mentality carries down to the average man. Everybody uses everybody, trying to get one step, one inch ahead in a dog eat dog world."
He stopped talking, pretending to readjust his posture as a flight attendant passed by their row. Once the coast was clear, he continued. "Tell me this: do you trust the media to tell you the truth?"
"No, of course not," Sesshomaru immediately replied. "There are grains of truth, but two or three grains of sand hardly qualifies as a whole hourglass. There are payoffs everywhere to disguise the dirty truths. Everyone knows that."
"Exactly." Dr. X grinned. "A new vision, a new society, a new government is due here. You said it yourself. Everyone knows it. Who can you trust when everyone is a crook; everyone is fighting to pick each other's pockets to get to the top?"
"And how do I fit into the picture?" Sesshomaru asked.
The doctor's face stretched into an indulgent grin. "You are an instrument of change, my boy. We all have that ability, but I see an excess of potential in you. You see through the façade and the falsehoods straight to the rotten core, and you understand how to purge our nation of it. The question is this. What are you truly willing to do?"
Sesshomaru paused. The thought hadn't occurred to him. It made his heart pound in excitement and terror. To what lengths would he go in order to achieve a goal of reform on the national scale? After a moment of collecting his thoughts, he replied in a whisper. "If we are being honest, I'd do about anything for a price." The doctor grinned. "Except pull the trigger," Sesshomaru added quietly. "For that, I think I'd need a pretty good cause."
"You don't look like the type to draw the line at homicide. I'm a good judge of character, boy, and I can see that you have the look of someone who has done the deed before."
Sesshomaru pursed his lips and said nothing. Whoever this man was, he was right on the dot. It almost unnerved him even further than the withdrawing had unraveled his sanity. Sure, he had killed a man before and beat several others within a hair's breadth of their lives, but that didn't mean that he relished the idea of living in constant fear of the law if he was made to perform several murders, tortures, or kidnappings for this revolution.
On the other hand, an instrument of change sounded pretty great to be entirely truthful. He automatically reached for his seatbelt as the pilot's voice sounded over the intercom that they would be landing soon. He buried himself in thought as his right fist clenched and relaxed. There hadn't been any sort of real purpose to his life in years. After graduating high school, he'd had nowhere to go and worked dead-end jobs to make his ends meet. There was no real rhyme or reason to any of it. Now, though… now he was needed. A revolution was calling his name. He barely noticed when the plane bumped and landed at their destination.
He and the doctor stood at the same time, and he waited as Dr. X retrieved his briefcase from the overhead compartment. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and resisted the urge to groan out loud. It was almost twenty four hours since his last heroin fix, and he was getting antsy.
The doctor cleared his throat as he readjusted his grip on the handle of his luggage, and it clicked in Sesshomaru's head. Dr. X was the same man that had been leading rallies headlining the news in the past few months, the anonymous masked revolutionary calling for a reform and governmental reform from Time Square to Sunset Boulevard. He had been everywhere, and with each city he visited, his crowds grew larger and more spirited. Sesshomaru's pulse raced when he realized he was standing in the presence of the real deal, of a true head of the anarchist movement. Despite his best attempts to control it, his pulse quickened, and he looked around, trying to peer out the window to figure out where the plane had landed.
Sesshomaru's anxiety was short-lived when the doctor turned sharply, sending the briefcase careening into his face. The last thing Sesshomaru heard was the grinding crunch of his nose breaking and his elbow hitting the plane seat before everything cut to black.

This will definitely pick up steam next chapter. These first three were to lay the foundations for both Sesshomaru's background and for the whole story in general.
Many thanks to my readers. Reviews are much appreciated and enjoyed!
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