I know I know, I haven't finished my other story yet but I was bored outta my mind in film studies the other day cuz my professor has the most monotone voice I have ever heard and this idea popped into my head. (Cuz I had already written a ch. For my other story and had writers block) I was planning on this being a one-shot but my mind ran away with me and it came to this. Well, let me know what you think -...

Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha

Part 1

She sat there in the jail cell not remembering how she had come to be there, just knowing that's where she was and that's where she would stay. Laying there in the bed she thought back on her life. She was a Priestess in a village when someone came for her. She couldn't do anything; they had bound her hands and feet then knocked her out. The villager tried to help but they weren't stronger than they demons that took her. The next thing she knew, she was here, in this smelly place.

"Woman," one of the demon guards growled.

"Kagome," she corrected.

"I don't give a damn, just eat the food, you're no use to us dead," he stated angrily.

"And if I don't?" she countered. The demon was beyond pissed as he unlocked the cell door to enter.

"You little bitch," he snapped slapping her across the face, "you better be glad Lord Inu Yasha is just leaving you in the dungeon instead of killing your sorry ass."

Kagome held her abused face. Inu Yasha? Who was this young man talking about? She had never heard of such a name,

"Excuse me sir, but who is this Inu Yasha fellow you are talking so highly of? I have certainly never heard his name spoken before," Kagome questioned with curiosity.

"Don't play dumb Kikyo, we know all your tricks, you can't honestly think I'm stupid enough to believe you don't know the Prince of the Westernlands for you were betrothed before your betrayal," he snarled slashing Kagome's arm. Blood poured from the now wounded arm and she held it in pain.

"Who is this Kikyo girl?" Kagome questioned but her response was another smack in the face. She refused to cry. No matter how much her wounds were hurting, she would not show weakness.

"You disgust me, I hope you rot," the demon slammed the cell shut, locking it before he went back to his post.

-

She continued to lay there staring at the ceiling. She had been here for a week, she guessed. A whole week!! Nobody could explain to her why. They all thought she was this Kikyo woman and they wouldn't listen to her when she would explain that she was not the girl they held hatred for.

She switched her gaze to the sky, which she could see through the barred window.

"Oh mother, what am I going to do? What have I done to the God in heaven to deserve this?" she whispered as she heard someone clear their throat and she sat up to see a young woman around her age standing just outside her cell, "oh I'm truly sorry, are you in need of assistance?"

"Not from you, but I would appreciate it if you would eat so my Lord doesn't get mad at me," she whispered. Kagome sighed as she took a bite of her bread that was sitting on the table next to her.

"You need not fear me, I can not hurt you," Kagome stated.

"You're a deceiver, that is why I wish not to speak to such filth," she snapped as Kagome fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"Honestly? I don't know what you people are talking about. I'm assuming this Kikyo girl betrayed Lord Inu Yasha in some form or another. I am still confused as to why I am here. Do I greatly resemble this girl in question? Clearly there must be something different between us. A birthmark of some kind, a scar, different eye color, or facial features, any at all?" Kagome was somewhat desperate now. She had been away from her village for far too long, her younger brother Souta must be worried sick by now.

"Kikyo you must be out of your mind if you think I could fall for suck a tale," the servant girl spat. Kagome took another bite of her bread.

"Alright, if there is no way for me to convince you then I believe we are at a crossroad. As much as I am sure I am wrongly accused I have not seen such loyalty towards a Lord and it's nice to see good help in such horrid times," Kagome complemented.

"How is it that for someone so evil you talk so nicely to others? Is that how you get into peoples minds?" she growled.

"As a Miko it is my duty to stay calm and collected in the direst circumstances, my mother taught me that before she passed away. I try to evaluate the situation before I jump into things," Kagome explained handing the empty plate to the girl, "send my thanks to the cook. You seem like a pretty decent woman for your age. I thank you for listening to this poor miko's rant," Kagome went back to lie down in her bed. It was truly uncomfortable but there was nothing she could do about it.

-

Three more weeks had passed and Kagome was beginning to lose her faith. Her spirit was breaking and she could no longer bring a smile to her face. She had been in this cell for roughly over a month and nobody would believe that she indeed what not this Kikyo girl that they sought after.

She felt the warmth of the Shikon jewel around her neck and she touched it tenderly. Her eyes were covered by her bangs as a lonely tear fell from her eye. The first tear she had cried since she was first placed in this jail.

"Miss, may I speak with you?" Kagome looked up to see the servant girl.

"Of course Sango, I haven't had a conversation with someone in awhile. Tell me, what troubles you?" she questioned walking over to the bars. She sat down against the wall, holding her knees to her chest.

"It's the guy I've been seeing, Miroku," Sango started and as image passed before Kagome's eyes, her eyes held a little happiness in them then, "he is just so…"

"Flirtatious?" Kagome finished.

"How did you…"

"I have met the young monk a few times in my twenty years of living. I believe that each one included some type of perverted phrase," she explained and Sango gasped.

"You know him?" she was obviously taken aback by this knowledge.

"Indeed, he has com to the aide of my village several times to help us ward off evil," Kagome looked at the girl sitting on the opposite side of the bars, "he spoke of you often."

"What?" her eyes widened and Kagome actually smiled.

"You are the fair maiden that is of his dreams, he would say. He would tell me stories of how you two met, how he saved your life from the demon. My brother would always gag and run out of the room but I would listen. I never actually thought you existed until just now," Kagome explained.

"I was unaware that he spoke so highly of me," she was shocked.

"No worries young one, Miroku is indeed in love with you, for this I am certain," Kagome looked straight ahead.

"Kagome, I'm sorry this happened to you," Sango whispered. She had actually said her name, she was glad.

"No worries, justice will be served one way or another. I know that my cries are pointless when it comes to convincing them as to who I am," Kagome stated.

"Kikyo was a vile woman. She had won over Inu Yasha's heart and then when he least expected it, ambushed him into a war that he barely won with a man named Naraku," Kagome was glad she was finally being told something.

"Is Naraku dead?" she questioned.

"Yes."

"Good, I have had my share of run-ins with him; he seeks what I protect," Kagome explained, "maybe it was good that I was in here. Naraku would have never checked this place for it."

"What do you mean?" Sango questioned as Kagome pulled out the hidden jewel, "is that?"

Kagome just nodded as Sango tried to swallow the information she had just received. Sitting before her was the Unknown Miko, The all powerful protector of the Shikon jewel. What she didn't understand is why she hadn't used her great power to set herself free.

"I know what you're thinking but wouldn't it be pointless. In all honesty, if I ran that would just truly mean I have something to hide. I don't like it but I guess things could be worse," Kagome sighed to herself. Sango got a glimpse of hope in her eyes for a second. She knew what she had to do.

"Thanks for speaking with me, Kagome," Sango stated before running away leaving Kagome to her thoughts.

Speaking with Sango had truly lifted her spirit, if only a little. Kagome thought she was going to die in here, she truly did. If something wasn't done soon she was going to lose all hope and just die. She lay back down in her bed, curled up in the fetal as her right hand clutched the sacred jewel.

-

"Three more weeks," she whispered weakly leaning up against the wall, she looked so sick. Her face was pale, dark circles were under her eyes and she was pretty sure she smelled pretty foul to the people that passed. She was far too weak to move after what had happened an hour prior.

Kagome was minding her own business when the demon guard came in. He spat on her and kicked her a few times before digging his claws into her back causing her to shout out in pain. He didn't even give an explanation this time; she figured it was simply just for kicks and giggles. It took everything in her to heal herself of the wounds and even then the bruises still graced her face and the wound on her back was still bleeding slightly. She knew that the next time this happened she wouldn't be here to tell the tale.

"Lady Kagome!" she heard a mans voice cry out but she was half unconscious to answer.

"Please Kagome, be alive, we came to get you out of here," she could hear Sango's panicked voice, "please."

"Thank you," Kagome whispered weakly as Miroku yelled to the guard.

"Open this cell at once! As Lord Inu Yasha's right hand man you must obey me," Miroku's voice demanded. Kagome had never heard him talk like that before and it was kind of scary she had to admit.

"But sir…"

"Do as I say and I won't kill you, you insolent bastard," he growled almost inhumanly as the demon guard tried to find the right key, his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He finally found the right one and unlocked the cell.

Miroku pushed the demon to the ground while running in to knell beside Kagome.

"My Priestess, are you able to walk?" he questioned and she just shook her head as he looked down to see her right leg broken, "assholes."

Miroku carefully picked her up, trying his best not to hurt her a they made their way up the stairs. She felt so cold and limp.

"Will she be alright?" Sango questioned worried as she followed close behind.

"I honestly don't know," he whispered back allowing a single tear to fall onto Kagome's face.

TBC

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