Oh man, woooow! This was only meant to be a fun little blurb on Tumblr. I seriously can't believe how big it has gotten! Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, commented, and asked for more while telling me how much you loved it. I'm posting this on ff and AO3 for you guys! As well as continuing to work on it. I hope I can continue to live up to your expectations!

I can't thank Knowall7 enough because he asked for this lol. Hope you're not disappointed either, I did get you your bed sharing in chapter three!

Okay guys, I'm going to be upading 1-4 today! So keep posted, it will take me a few minutes to get it all done. Also, please remember this has no beta. I'm trying to pull back from them due to issues in my other fandom, long story and not my beta's fault, so please bear with me on any typos and feel free to point them out to me.

Chapter One

The tiny room had small stains on the floor and walls while the table before her wobbled with the slightest touch. It didn't take much to figure out what sort of things happened in this room and it had she shaking the metal folding chair she was pushed into nearly an hour ago. She never should have gotten involved in those protests to end the internment camps. It would definitely not help her now.

Waiting was part of the game and secretly she hoped someone would soon enter and tell her to go home. After all, she'd been in her legal rights at those protests and she had done nothing wrong now. That is, nothing wrong if they didn't look too close but even she wasn't sure how much she had done...and how much she had screwed herself royally.

When the only door in the room opened, a stout man in a wrinkled suit walking in, and shut right after, her heart dropped into her toes.

"Ms. Higurashi…"

"Doctor. Dr. Higurashi…"

"My name is detective Haims. I'd like to go over the events you...witnessed earlier this evening?"

Setting a thick file before him, the detective looked down to hide his grin. Something Kagome caught and it had her stomach turning.

"You were found with the victim, his blood all over your hands…"

"Yes, but I'm a Doctor. And I was there because he's my friend..."

This time, he let her see his sneer, and it grew as he watched her squirm. "Funny, as a Doctor, I'm surprised you haven't asked me how your patient is doing?"

She was caught, because she knew exactly how the patient was doing. The look on the detective's face didn't help either. There was nothing she could say and her throat was sealed up with too much saliva even if she did.

"He survived. Doing really well actually. Thanks to you."

The anxiety she had lessened, finding the back of her chair instead of holding herself rigidly. "He's okay?"

"Yeah. But you knew that didn't you? You're very talented."

"I just do what I can…"

"Now, he claims he was shot in the heart?"

"In the chest, yes." 'Actually, he was shot near his heart', she thought, 'if he'd been shot in the heart, he'd be dead'.

"So you confirm that? You confirm that a," he opened and glanced at the name in the file, "Hojo Akitoki was shot, in the chest, and that you, Kagome Higurashi, took life saving actions as a doctor?"

'Something didn't feel right.' She thought. "Yes."

"Good. That's what I have here from Mr. Akitoki as well. And that's what this statement says if you could just sign it."

Pen poised, she skimmed over the typed paper and he waited patiently. If she was looking for a trap in the words, she wouldn't find one. It read everything that happened, there was no trick in the wording or anything.

A fast scribble and he was on his feet at her side. "On your feet, Higurashi. You're under arrest."

"Wait, what?! Why?! I didn't do anything…"

"Because Mr. Akitoki has no wounds. No marks, holes, bruises. It's as if he was never shot but we know he was. So either he's a demon or you are."

The color drained from her face and he grinned as he watched. He had her now. Her blood ran cold, she had messed up, royally. "Look, detective…"

"Hands behind your back."

Her greatest fears were coming to life. Ones she had for years and had been so careful. "I'm not a demon, I swear!"

"Shut the hell up monster."

"Just ask Hojo! He'll tell you I'm not a de…"

When she still didn't shut up, he hit her as hard as he could, backhanding her. She felt the skin of his hand cut against her teeth, her mouth still open when he struck her. Now in shock, the pain exploding in her cheek and eye, she had no words. Her brain was frozen in fear from the brutality.

"Mr. Akitoki is the son of Senator Akitoki. You know the one who supported the anti-demon movement for the last ten years?! Don't expect any help from your so-called friend. Should've drank his blood when you had the chance!"

She stumbled, shoved harshly along now. Out of the room but far from free, face after face held a glare or disgust as she passed. The detective took several 'high fives' as he passed, the atmosphere completely different between them in the same hall.

When they turned down another hall, a rusty door at the end of it, she finally got her wits about her. "Wait, where are you taking me?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

She did and now her heart pounded painfully with horror filled panic. "You can't! You can't take me there! I'm not a demon! They'll eat me alive if you take me there!"

"I bet they'll eat a sweet thing like you regardless. But that's where you're going and if you know what's good, you'll shut UP! And GET IN THE VAN!"

Door opened wide, she struggled in his hold. He laughed, loving how she was still dumb enough to fight before throwing her inside. The 'van' had benches along the side with an armed guard at the very back. The gun he held wasn't a joke and he had it aimed at her from the start.

There was no indication of male or female with the guard inside the van, the heavy armor and black helmet gave them anonymity. She could still see the nervous shift in the guard's movements and so could detective Haims.

"She's leashed, no worries."

He assured the guard, the cuffs cutting into her wrists and clamping her gifts. She knew what they were as soon as he put them on, she could feel it and knew the stories. The means taken to suppress demons was barbaric at best.

She thought the guard didn't believe his coworker, because he got up and grabbed the cuffs that held her hands firmly at her lower back. But then he pulled her up from the floor by them. Her scream from the agony he caused was ignored as he sat her down on a bench and latched her cuffs to something behind her.

"Have fun. And make friends!" Detective Haims taunted before slamming the door shut behind.

Now in darkness, she only had the hum of the wheels on the road to comfort her. Which they didn't.

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Her cuffs were removed once inside but something wasn't right about this place. The thick concrete walls were suffocating as if the air was pumped in from somewhere else instead of flowing in naturally. The place was completely sealed up and not even a breeze could penetrate.

It felt as if there was something pressing on her chest. It wasn't painful and it was slight but it was enough for her to notice. Maybe she was getting sick. She certainly would be soon. Everyone had a general idea of what the demon camps were like. They were like the prisons back before the reform. There was no leaving once in unless lifeless. With it taking so long for most demons to die and the overcrowding a few years ago, the purge of 06 had many demons leaving their imprisonment in body bags.

All of this was done to them by simple humans like her and here she was getting tossed in with them? All she had done was save some lives and kept to herself as much as possible. Her protests years were in her past, doing several back in college when she didn't have a career to concern herself with.

The guard with her now was female but she didn't go easy on her. The worst was the cavity searches. Kagome knew they could and should lube the long instrument they used. But the sneer on the guard's face told her it was intentional. As was the chuckle the burly woman released when she squirmed from the uncomfortable pressure.

At least they gave her something to wear, her clothes stripped from her and probably burned. A pair of white scrubs was given to her and it was easy to pretend this was a dream. That she had fallen asleep in the break room at work even if the scrubs she wore now were over-starched compared to her own.

Two guards escorted her and as they passed the other, very much full, cells she was called after.

"Hey Baby!"

"Look over here, let me see your face!"

She ignored the rest after that, keeping her gaze in front of her. One thing she couldn't help but notice, besides the sheer number of creatures in the place, was the rainbow of colors. Everyone had a different colored uniform from hers. Which was why she took notice to one call and what it could possibly mean.

"LOOK! We got a WHITE!"

There was excitement in the air that she didn't like. Never once had she agreed with the treatment of demons in this or other countries, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid now enclosed with so many of them. Just like humans, there were good and bad demons and these encampments didn't differecientate. Or care if they ripped another demon to pieces, one less for them to worry about.

Everyone knew the purge was handled by other demons, ones promised freedom for their work but double crossed. Was she now imprisoned with anyone involved in that? It was possible, she had been young but demons lived a long time. Another reason the public feared them.

The guard before her came to a halt and opened a cage while the one behind her shoved her in. It was dark, dawn still several hours away and it was 'lights out' apparently. Even with all the voices calling out to and about her, the sound of the bars slamming shut were deafening. Just inside her new home, with only a sheet and a single thin pillow in her hands, it was hard not to feel it all crushing down on her now. But then her bed in the corner moved and spoke.

"Hey...HEY!"

It flew past her in a blur of white and red. Palms smacked the iron bars again and again right behind her while her brain struggled to keep up.

"Hey, Fuckers! Don't leave her in here! This cell is occupied!"

Glancing back, she took in the man that stood behind her cursing, but all she could make out was the wild and long white hair as it curtained his face and back.

"Yeah," called back one of the guards, "and now it's a double room! Enjoy your snack!"

So she was this man's snack? Fear that had never really left renewed, racing up her spine and making her nauseous. This was where and how she was going to die? It was far from what she imagined for herself but who really imagined their death?

Slowly, the man calmed and turned to her. Her breath caught in her throat when glowing, gold eyes bore into hers. They didn't stay for long, going down her body instead and taking her in. She didn't know what was worse, her fear of her impending death or the VERY good looking man that now looked her over harshly.

"Judas Priest, they're putting weaklings in here now?! How the hell did you even get caught?"

Kagome had to stop herself from smacking the guy but did nothing to hide her irritation of him. "You don't know me! Stop acting like you're so smart!"

One of his brows twerked up towards his hairline, the dark hair contrasting greatly with his other locks. Then he faced her fully, quickly backing her up to the cold, hard wall of the cell. Her hands flew out in a foolish effort to keep him back but he did stop once her palms touched his chest.

"It doesn't take much to know an idiot when I see one. Damn white talking back to me as if she's a red like me? Clearly, you're a fucking tool so be smart and keep your mouth shut unless you really want someone here to eat you." He left her to cower in her place between the bars and the wall, cornered in more ways than one. "There's only one bed. You can sleep on the floor."

Maybe there was a way to salvage this? This guy was her roommate for some unknown reason and length of time. It would be bad if they weren't even nice to one another right?

"I'm..I'm Kagome, by the way."

"Feh, and I don't give a shit."

The single bed squeaked as he fell to it, the conversation and any possible ones in the future squashed. She probably should try and keep to herself from now on. God, how long would she have to do that? How long was she going to be trapped in this nightmare?

Dropping to the floor, she kept to her corner. Tossing her pillow, Kagome laid down to sleep like a dog. Covering her mouth with both palms while she wept herself to sleep.