Because there is not enough stories with Ronan.

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The incessant hum of the machinery accompanied Kagome without mercy becoming a background noise that she has had learned to ignore or transform through power of will and imagination into fantastical places. There were days when she fantasized that she was lazily strolling on the beach, her feet sinking in the soft sand that caressed and messaged her tired muscles, and from the shore she heard the whisper of foamy waves. In her mind she transfigured the artificial light that accompanied her during the day into warm sunrays that slowly heated her skin, warming not only the body but also the soul. Other times, she dreamed about forests from the past, long forgotten by her species, about green leaves delicately swishing on the wind, protecting those in need from elements and dangers of the world. In this very moment Kagome dreamed about a bit of both. About a steaming, hot spring surrounded by lush greenery, offering much needed privacy and relaxation. She sat deeply immersed in the water, eagerly awaiting her female companion and the gossips that lightened the mood reminding that all was well in the world. Kagome's lips corners rose slightly.

Despise these serene, calming images most of the time Kagome was in her personal hell and when she had her rare moments of lucidity, she was in everyone's else.

They say that the power of human mind is endless, that it can heal and adapt and made you survive the direst of calamities and yet she has read enough stories to know that sometimes it broke under the strain, seeking solace in insanity. Is madness a part of me? she would ask often when surrounded by the creations of her mind, as well as the empty, glass box that has been her home… no, no she refuses to call it that, her prison for a long time.

Many of her fellow detainees were unaware of their's situation as far as she could see. Arranged in positions they have been wrapped in blissful dreams, and she often imaged, soft snores and puffs of breaths. The miko powers that were inseparable part of her soul, often countered the effects of the drugs and technology that trapped her, offering a peak into the macabre reality. From time to time she would wake up and see the world beyond the glass. Not that it was that interesting, she thought with a frown. Cages, cages, cages, wherever she looked she could see one, in front of her, behind her, next to her and above her. What purpose this place served, she did not know as no one ever spoke with her, no one ever came. Sometime she though that being in a lab, in her opinion a very similar place, experimented on, would be preferable to this lonely, wretched existence.

In her private dream she continued to relax in the hot liquid that bordered on scalding, her head lying on her forearms that were sprawled on the bank. She half-sleepily listened to the endless hum when, abruptly, the routine was broken by a harsh, violent sound. Kagome jumped out of the hot spring, seeking the towel and the bow that was always propped on the nearest tree, almost at arms reach. She was comforted by the feel of hard, polished wood that shone proudly despise its obvious age and usage. She tightened her grip, attentively listening when the ground trembled under her feet, knocking her over and catapulting her instantly from the dreamy world into the steely one.

In complete disorientation Kagome greedily was swallowing big gulps of air waiting for the pain that bloomed on her skin to pass. This unexpected sensation evoked animalistic panic that quickly engulfed her, kicking her powers into overdrive, surrounding her by a pink light, purifying everything in the close vicinity and healing any injuries. This process quickly offered some measure of clarity, grounding her in the reality. She opened her eyes and on a shaky hands lifted her body. Everywhere she looked, she was greeted by destruction, twisted metal and broken glass, the same glass that littered her cage. For the first time she could breathe air that did not arrive through a pipe and a tiny sliver of hope has taken command of her heart. Freedom! She sluggishly tried to right herself up but her legs were not listening to her mind's frantic commands. Stand, damn, stand! she screamed in her head, angrily chewing her lip in utter frustration. So damn close! She plummeted down on her butt, biting her tongue, hopeless tears marking her cheeks.

A new sound of soft movement and barely audible moaning reached her ears and in complete terror she grabbed the corner of her spiked cage, the sharp edges sinking into her soft flesh and in one desperate movement she flung herself out right into the debris. Most of the electrodes that covered her body broke away and stopped to do…. whatever they were doing and Kagome could feel how her regeneration abilities increased almost instantly. Her movements still overshot, they were too long or too short, too fast or too slow but now she could crawl on all fours in a straight line, towards the escaping smoke, hoping freedom lied that way. Halfway, she used the wall as a support and stood on wobbly legs. Sweat was dripping down on her back and her muscles trembled in exhaustion but she continued further, fuelled by her will and stubbornness. Right, left, right, left, she repeated with every steep, the pieces crunching under her summer sandals. The blue, tiny flowers stood out contrasting with the white leather straps, oddly out of place in the destruction, cheering her up and boosting her energy level.

Finally, she gripped the jamb that until this day was the corner of her known world and steeped right beyond, finding aggravating smoke and chilling air. Oh gods! She inhaled deeply. No dust and no coldness was ever greeted with such indescribable ecstasy. She supported her weight on the corner, the dangers lurking in the interior momentarily forgotten as she was sizing the view.

The place was ruled by ugly, ad hoc buildings that rose right to the…. ceiling and in this moment she did not need to look at the machinery, technology, environment to know she wasn't home anymore. The blue being that was standing some distance away, observing her, just served as a tool that drove this message further. She swallowed. Pushing away she methodically started to walk his way. What was her aim she did not know but she was alone for so long and he was alive and she just wanted to touch another living being. So she went his way and outstretched her still bloody hand reaching towards the only piece of the uncovered skin, his face.

He narrowed his eyes and in one fluid movement grabbed her hand, trapping it in a steely grip that imbedded the glass pieces deeper causing more harm. She whined and bit her lip refusing the tears to flow at the new dose of pain.

"Please" she begged. For what she did not know. Please, let me go? Please let me touch you? Please save me? Maybe what she has done so far did not matter. Maybe her escape was another figment of her imagination but she was certain, certain that she will be damned before she will give up!

Collecting all her longing and loneliness she repeated "Please" in the most sorrowful voice right before her tired body betrayed her indomitable will and she swayed on her legs right into the chest of the man that still held her hand. She ungraciously crashed into him and her legs buckled as her body went limp and she lost consciousness.

Scooping her up, he carried Kagome to the ship that awaited his return.