Project Kr was very different and far more sinister with how Superboy was created

Before I go stepping on any die-hard comic buff's toes I really only know very limited amounts of info from the DC universe. Namely the 90's animated Superman and Batman, the original Superman movie from the 70's (?), the 2000's Justice League (I never saw all the episodes), and only the first season of young justice- I was told there was some sort of rushed time skip thing so yeah I'm not really wanting to watch the 2nd season… Oh and that Son of Batman that was on Netflix (I have few words for that amount of strangeness…)

So I'm just gonna mesh all the stuff I know together simply because I know nothing about any single coherent timeline. And I just can't remotely bring myself to read comics- the art style just bothers me way too much to even want to read them somehow- just not my thing.

I don't own Inuyasha or Young Justice.

Green Eyes to the left of Curly Hair was rocking incessantly back and forth. Blondie on the right of Curly Hair was sleeping- she'd been doing a great deal of that as well as praying. Curly Hair directly across from her never seemed to tire from beating her fists- they were now thickly wrapped in bandages. The only difference now was that Curly Hair had a rounded abdomen. It was strange to think that she was beginning to know these women without having even spoken with them. Each had her own personality that shone through her actions.

A soft snort at the now familiar sight Kagome focused on keeping her mind occupied. She hated wasting time and so was determined to keep her mind at least active by reviewing archaeology. Naming the dynastic lines of Upper and Lower Egypt along with a brief overview of each ruler's life was one way.

The realization of her own state had come between describing Khafre and Nebka II. She'd reached down to scratch at her stomach she realized just how subtly rounded it was becoming.

No…. It couldn't be. It just couldn't! It felt like liquid ice had been dumped into her stomach and she felt nearly dizzy. Was she pregnant? When had her last menstrual cycle been? She didn't even know how long she'd been here!

She felt herself begin to breath rapidly in panic and the world seemed to narrow into pinpricks as she brought her knees to her chest. She felt the world shrinking and wanted to simply pass out. But she couldn't let herself take that easy way out.

Leaping up in a flurry of movement she paced anxiously. A child? Why? What on Earth? She was pretty sure that she'd remember 'volunteering' as the mysterious intercom had announced, for something as big as this!

For the love of the Kami, why her?

Kagome's mind swirled frantically and she felt a gamut of emotions. The predominant being disbelief, denial, disgust, and blood boiling anger.

And just what was she going to do now?

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After an undetermined time later complete with blackouts with strange needle marks on her arms to prove the very existence of the blackouts Dubbilex returned with his clipboard.

Blue eyes met red and she thought loudly, 'Could you tell me where we are?'

'You are in Project Cadmus.' The name didn't mean anything to her and she suspected it wouldn't be found on a map. And with that he was moving. Before she could confirm that she was indeed carrying some life-form within her body.

Sitting back down on the edge of her sheet-less bed she rubbed the just forming swell of her abdomen. Contemplating what she could do. Beating against the thick glass pane was futile as evidenced by Curly Hair. She could sense not even he slightest hint of magic confining her, ruling out that even the return of her powers could free her. This was pure science, no magic was utilized here.

Her only means of communication was with the tall horned creature that she suspected was created here in this place, Dubbilex.

Despite being telepathic Kagome would bet a bowl of Oden (mmm… oden… Oden with succulent crabmeat with a side of crispy pickled radish…damn her cravings!) that he didn't know all of the tricks she'd been on the receiving end of by telepathic attacks. Like illusions. Telepathy could be a two way street, the user could be snared by the other person's mind if trapped the right way. And with that a desperate plan half-formed within her mind.

So that the next time Dubbilex strolled down the cellblock Kagome was ready, knowing he would reach out to speak with her, she heavily suspected that was the highlight of his day. He seemed to come around more frequently as best she could tell.

She simply made sure she was projecting a very vivid daydream of a nice day outside. Imagining a beautiful field of wildflowers and long, soft grass that she recalled from the Feudal Era. She summoned the recollection of the sweet scent of the grass, the light caress of the wind as the grass blew in picturesque waves, the warm sensation of the sun upon her skin. The feel of a trickling brook between her toes as she imagined soaking her feet in the crisp water. And above all she projected a feeling of serenity.

There was an unmistakable look of longing deep in those red eyes. The clipboard was lax and nearly dangling from its grasp.

She had succeeded. In time she knew that the seed she'd just planted would come to fruition. The tantalizing taste of what lay beyond this artificial and cold environment.

Kagome knew how to keep her blue friend hooked too. It would be far too obvious if she were conveniently caught in daydreams every time she saw him, thus the need for randomization of when she sprang the mind traps. Also the things she could fill with the most detail simply from what had been commonplace and even mundane before her capture were best.

She gave him a dream of the local market back home on the shrine of a crisp but comfortable autumn day as she imagined collecting various ingredients she'd need to pick up for her mother. The good natured hawking of the green grocer and seafood stalls as the two elderly men promoted one another's wares after over 40 years of friendly competition. "Try the smelt with a side o' Gin's radish simmered in either a miso or soy base!" Hajime-san would belt out loudly showing off his fresh wares. While Gin would suggest Hajime's snapper with fresh cilantro. Kagome had always admired the two men's friendship ever since she was small and their stalls had always gotten very good business.

She imagined the smell of the fish in the crisp autumn air that was just nippy enough to warrant a jacket. The small crunch of freshly fallen leaves on the street.

Another time she treated Dubbilex to a memory of her university's library as she had curled up in an armchair in a corner and simply read while sipping on a creamy flavored coffee.

!~!`!~ undetermined amount of time later

She lamented as she dutifully ate the nutritious mush that was delivered as best she could figure at least once a day. But who knew anymore? It was simply there when she awoke.

Time had really lost its meaning at this point. They might even only feed them every other day or maybe her time perception was so skewed that she was actually getting three meals a day.

It looked like a slightly more solid version of those 'health shakes' she'd seen depicted in magazines and television. The sort where health nuts put protein powder, raw eggs, and that edible grass stuff in a blender and pressed puree.

It tasted somewhere between what she imagined gruel to taste like and mineral laden cardboard. And looked just about as appetizing with the beige coloring and lumpy texture that inexplicably dried out her mouth despite the moist consistency. The ultimate mystery meat, or rather mystery food substance that may or may not be actual food.

At least there was unlimited access (as far as she knew) to a drinking straw not unlike one found in a hamster cage. She had to hand it to the sick mad scientists that were behind the scenes- they truly spared no expenses in dehumanizing them. Just think of what they could accomplish if they applied that for the good of the world! There would be no wars or famine probably…

For that matter she wondered if the people behind the scenes were even human? Dubbilex certainly wasn't a human, but he had told her off handedly that he was created as a part of a new species. He wasn't one for much conversation but it was very clear to her now that he was seeking her company out now.

Her humor had taken a definite dark turn, but who could blame her really? Especially when she had a front row seat to watch horrific things straight out of the Alien franchize? She'd seen no less than five women within her line of sight die. One of them, she swore to the Kami had a small hand protruding from her abdomen before she bled out from the wound when the hand retracted back inside.

Green Eyes had a nightmarish miscarriage that she'd had to curl up in a corner holding her own abdomen rather than watch, the thing that came from the woman's body was beyond grotesque and misshapen. The third one (located on the level just above Curly Hair- just barely within her sight) had simply keeled over dead after clutching at her chest. Kagome couldn't even bear to remember the fourth and fifth death she'd witnessed. Both of those had made her all the more terrified of what might be growing within her own body.

For a while after the rash string of deaths, she knew it was a high death toll- because of the creatures that she would sometimes glimpse dragging what she assumed were corpses when she was still heavily affected by whatever was being used to put them under. At first she thought she was simply hallucinating from the sedative but when one creature had peered into her glass wall, observing her as one would gawk at an animal on display she realized it was not a figment of her imagination. But it was not youkai despite appearances and so she could not sense it.

She couldn't take much more of this she realized as she felt herself weaken even further. It was a strange sensation- it wasn't until she had had her powers unblocked by the damn jewel all those years ago that she had felt just how much apart of her that her abilities were. She'd never noticed that they had always been with her until they had been fully released and she knew without a doubt that was how she was meant to be. She almost couldn't comprehend how she had spent the first 15 years of her life with them dampened and hidden deep within.

Without her powers the thing inside of her was pushing her to what was certainly her death. And each time she awoke, for time had no meaning, she felt herself slip further from the light of life. Soon her body would cease to draw breath if this sapping of her very being continued.

"No, I refuse to die here like this. In this Hell!" she told herself, unknowingly mirroring the very words she'd uttered when she'd freed Inuyasha from Kikyou's arrow. But she meant every syllable, she would have her powers back- not even the face of her imminent death would stop her. If it were indeed her fate to die in this cell, surrounded by suffering women with something she resented growing within her womb, so be it. But she would die whole. She'd spent too much of her life incomplete in one form or another, be it her soul or powers.

The swirling of her will and resolve sounded from deep within her and she set upon her task, utterly uncaring of the thing within her- so desperate she was to at least face death as a whole person.

Every nerve ending was on fire as the creature within her thrashed wildly as she attempted to pull as hard as she could on the tenuous thread of her remaining power. It slipped from her grasp several times but her dogged determination would not fail her. With a fierce spiritual tug she felt something deep within her snap and like a broken dam, her powers flooded her very being.

Her powers were back but instead of the righteous satisfaction of having broken past whatever had held them back she felt, strangely enough- guilt.

Kagome had told herself she shouldn't care- that she wasn't obligated to when her state was not of her choosing. That there was the chance that whatever was growing within her was intended for nothing good. How could it be? When it was implanted into her, here in this horrible place. Women kept in cells, no human contact, and treated like an experiment?

No, this was anything but good, and nor was whatever it was being created for. It would need to be destroyed one day, no doubt. Probably. This… this was the right thing to do… Right?

An unwelcome stray thought popped into her head: What would InuYasha have done in this situation? Her surly red-clad friend's face appeared in her mind's eye as she contemplated.

He'd be loud and adamant that she do as she'd just done- as having her without her powers only made more work for him. That she was a mere pathetic human without them.

But he'd probably grudgingly in his anti-social way, be on whatever was inside her body's side. That a child, human or not, deserved a chance despite circumstances. After all her hanyou friend never had a chance from the moment he was born. But he never regretted his life, unfortunate though it may have been.

Blue eyes lowered to look at her abdomen, regret beginning to well within her heart. Recently the child had been very active, but now it had stopped moving. Had her powers… killed it?

The thought hurt her heart unlike anything else. Had she killed a child? Had she killed her own child?

The strength she'd rallied moments before was gone and she collapsed limply at the realization. What had she done?

And if it was dead, so was she; there was no need to keep her alive. She knew too much to be reasonably released- even if she knew next to nothing honestly. Unless they planned to 'try again' which seemed highly unlikely.

"I'm sorry. Akanbo-chan, my child. Mama is so very sorry." She whispered as she curled up feeling like scum.

A disappointed looking InuYasha haunted her restless dreams that sleep. Death would be a kindness, and her place in Hell assured for knowingly killing her child. Therefore it was an odd sensation to find herself awake in her all-too-familiar cell once more, a fresh needle mark in her left hand.

"I am not dead?" She whispered uncertainly, for if she'd been examined there was no doubt her captors knew the child was dead. That was when she felt it, the slight fluttering sensation in her abdomen. It was just barely there, but it brought tears to her eyes as she wept.

"Akanbo-chan! Forgive me! I promise you we will be free, just remain healthy." Pleading as she let her arms encircle her abdomen she found a reason to continue.

~!~!~!~!

The closest thing she had to a friend, Dubbilex, staunchly refused to tell her much of anything, only what she already knew- she was pregnant. He wouldn't even tell her if it was even humanoid or what would happen to her if she survived. Kagome glumly realized that she probably wasn't expected to live once it was all said and done with. But after having very nearly caused the death of her child, she found in a strange way a feeling of acceptance. The life within her, human or not was fast becoming more precious than her own life. That she'd resented, if not hated the child was a shameful thing she would have to live with.

`!~!~!~!

"I want chocolate… No, pistachio!" Kagome conversed as she rubbed at her abdomen content in loosing herself in her cravings. She let her powers circulate inside her body intent on calming her 'baby' who was very painfully active right now.

She didn't have a volleyball with a bloodied handprint face on it but she did have an unknown something growing inside her that really had no choice but to listen. After all, if it kicked her hard enough to make her fall down off the bed rather than letting her sleep she would tantalize it with things neither of them could have.

Or rather things she couldn't have… Akanbo-chan probably didn't care.

"Oh, but then there's strawberry… And vanilla with hot fuddggeee… Or Super Chocolate Chunky Monkey with lots of those little frozen banana bits dipped in chocolate shell with extra whip cream on top…." This time she imagined the ice cream and its many flavors, managing to feel a small dredge of happiness even from the memory. She failed to notice Dubbilex looking in from the other side of the glass. She had turned away unable to stand looking at Curly Hair any longer- it was clear the woman's hand wounds had become infected after surely months of beating her hands to bloody pulps. The woman would soon either die or simply be gone.

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Dubbilex had been staring at the water and ice machine stationed in the human's break room for the past thirty-seven minutes if the clock on the wall was to be believed.

Grasping the white Styrofoam cup he placed it under the proper hole. The chugging clunk of the machine sounded as H2O in a frozen state of matter slowly filled the cup.

Tentatively he took an ice cube and placed it in his mouth. The cold was shocking but it didn't taste sweet as Kagome had described to him in her mental recollection as he slowly shifted it around his mouth.

Or rather as he'd seen within her mind. #58 was unlike any of the other subjects- her thoughts were clear and vivid- enough that he could almost feel the places and things she saw in her mind. He'd been right four months ago that she was worth keeping an eye on, for she and project Kr #58 were now defying the odds and seemingly thriving. Kr #58 was among the most active remaining Kr though it was the smallest now. Dr. Spencer could only speculate as to why the human body containing it had yet to be damaged with the amount of activity as indicated by the newly placed fetal monitors. All others with the same activity readings had penetrated their placenta and uteruses. But Kr #58 was no less weaker than any of the others. Perhaps it was Subject #58's healing ability that kept Kr#58 from destroying its parent.

Biting down on the ice with a somewhat disappointed crunch Dubbilex sighed as he placed the foam cup on the counter.

Ice cream was something only to be found beyond the walls of Cadmus. Something that could elect the sensation of happiness when eaten, how curious. A traitorous thought made itself known as he used the computer that had taught him the bulk of his knowledge to look up ice cream, 'I want to try it.'

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The blackouts were becoming more common now that she was much farther along and she felt some underlying urgency she couldn't put a finger on. There were no other women visible adjacent to her now- they had simply disappeared between stretches of consciousness. They were likely dead now.

The next time she saw Dubbilex she simply asked, 'How many are left?'

This time he'd replied, 'There are only five remaining.'

'You are a good friend, Dubbilex.' She assured him as she slowly turned away from him- longing for a comfortable position as she circled her powers around her child to comfort it. A piteous expression crossed the g-gnome's face along with the widening of eyes at the word 'friend'.

Not much longer guys, a heck of a lot of Kagome's POV here, but really just how would a person kept in such conditions react upon realization of being impregnated? I didn't want her to hate the child completely, but anger is a natural response to her position.

Next Chapter is called Independence Day *wink wink hint hint*

But yes, I think I will be posting the other Young Justice fic with Superman being Kag's father soon.