A/N: Writer's block for Merger. Halfway through and stuck in a rut. So this is gonna be real short, max 5 chapters, and I have the basic plot thought out. Review!

Standard disclaimer about not owning Inuyasha.

It was dark. Where was she? Hands that felt like her own frantically patted the ground underneath her. Cold concrete. Quickly, she flipped over and pressed her cheeks against it, trying to wake herself up.

Remember something, anything, she told herself. The only thing she could remember was how to breathe, huge shaky gulps of air that made her choke on her own tears.

The salt shocked her into awareness and she shot up, memories flooding back into her mind like a river after the dam had broken. Cool, refreshing memories of leaving the Sengoku Jidai (not without much fuss from Inuyasha) and walking to school. She was crossing the street. A man had approached her.

She had remembered making small talk, and he had whipped something out. A cloth, maybe?

The girl had long since acquired a motto, a mantra for whenever she was in trouble: What would Inuyasha do?

She was in a room, obviously. A gray one, solid and empty except for...

A window! But it was so far, so high up; how could she possibly reach it?

Suddenly, the lights blinked on, bright, white, deadly. The girl cowered in fear, backing up against the concrete wall.

He came in, still dressed in the drab gray business suit that he had captured her in.

"Darling," he addressed her, honey lacing his every syllable. "Did you miss me?"

She nearly cried, a mere raspy gasp escaping her mouth.

"I missed you too," he continued, like he was talking to his wife, or his lover. She shuddered at the thought, and finally found her voice.

"Who are you?" the girl asked. "What do you want? Where am I?"

The man only smiled and shushed her, placing a icy finger over her trembling lips. "Do you need anything, Kagome?" he smiled gently. "I'll bring dinner up for you in a second."

Feigning submission, the girl dropped her 'What would Inuyasha do' plan and politely asked the man how he knew her name. She instantly regrets it after seeing the wicked glint come to his eyes.

"I see you, Kagome," the man murmured in a crazed whisper. "Every few weeks, you know, walking to school with a few of your friends. Walking back. Talking, laughing, hugging. I bet you're a good daughter, Kagome. Are you a good daughter?" The girl nods, wanting to cry again.

"I always wanted a daughter, Kagome. I'll be right back, okay darling? Okay, Kagome?" The name rolls off his lips, alien to her. Kagome? She is not Kagome, not the Kagome he calls her. She wants to disown her name, soiled by the man's tongue, tainted by his twitching fingers and eager mouth. She wants a lot of things, this Kagome.

When the man leaves, she frantically searches the room, looking for a means of escape. The doorknob doesn't budge. Of course. She rushes back to her spot just in time.

The man comes back with a steaming bowl of oden and she realizes just how hungry she is. But he might have poisoned it. Not knowing what to do, she whines like a lost puppy and starts to cry again, almost but not quite faking her tears, hoping he will take pity on her. The man frowns and walks over, spooning some noodles into her open mouth. Reflex causes her to close it, but she glares contemptuously up at the man while she scarfs down the noodles.

"It's time to sleep now, Kagome," the man says, and he kisses her head before leaving and turning off the lights. She has no time to be disgusted, for suddenly she is slipping in and out of consciousness, hearts flashing, lights pounding... or is it the other way around? Before she falls asleep, she gathers up her strength and pours it into one last bid for freedom.

She does the only thing she can do now.

"INUYASHAAAAAA!!!!!"

And hopes.