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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Chapter 10: A Break

Naraku stared out of his office
window admiring the day�s rain. It was
neither a cleansing rain, nor a welcomed rain; it was a mud-racking, dirtying,
obscuring rain. It was the kind of rain that
caused traffic accidents and gave people chills. It was the kind of rain that intimidated the
population into hiding underneath the covers for fear of feeling the water�s
furry as it pounded on the pavement. It
was his kind of rain.
He kept his back to his children as
no one spoke. They sat quietly in their
respective seats observing him: Kagura in the far left, Akago in the middle,
and Kanna at the right, taking notes. They knew that when he was ready, he
would tell them what they needed to know.
He was surprised to hear his television volume rise. �Kagura.� He demanded, spiting her name as if it was
dirty.
�This is relevant.� She defended as she turned her attention to
Kagome.
�In other news, I�m appalled to
have discovered that the city is planning to tear down one of the few parks
left in the inner city to build a parking complex. Paradise
Hills Park
is a piece of pavement the community fixed to give their children a safe place
to play. The city failed this community
by not constructing the promised park in that area, and now, it�s failing it
again, by taking away the park they built, without providing a replacement
lot. I call out to all outraged citizens
to come tomorrow to Paradise Hills and sign a petition to stop the demolition
of this park. We will be there with
cameras from eight until after lunch.
Let�s unite before they tear down Paradise
to build a Parking Lot.� Kagome�s voice
was passionate, and her cheeks flushed as she spoke. Kagura muted the television as the blonde
came back on.
�How is that relevant?� Naraku questioned.
�It�s the parking complex your
building to wash the Columbian�s money.�
Kagura explained as she made a note to find a new site to begin
construction.
�I think its time we rewarded our
favorite morning reporter for her uncanny eye.�
�What do you have in mind?� Kagura asked as she looked up from her notes.
�The usual.� Akago smiled as he made a phone call. �Akago,� the young boy looked turned towards
his father. �When you�re done, I have another
assignment for you. One
that is going to be to your liking.�
Both father and son shared a diabolical smirk.
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Kagome sighed as she waited in the
lobby of her studio for her brother. He
wasn�t here, nor answering his phone.
She could only guess where he was, or with who. She silently prayed he was with Sango. The first time Kagome had seen her soul, she
knew Sango would be the one to heal her brother�s heart�that is, if she was
ever given the chance. It was painful to
see him so deteriorated�Even when he laughed and played his infamous pranks on
all the pretty girls he knew, his eyes held a wealth of sadness. It had been hard to lose her roommate and
future sister, but she never expected to lose her best friend in the process. �What did we do, Miroku, to deserve such
loneliness?� She wondered as she looked
into the rain infested streets.
They were even unlucky with each
other. They may have found solace in
each other�s arms�they were both in similar situations, but there was never any
chemistry. Miroku had always looked at
her as a sister, and even though she would give up her life for him without
hesitation, she didn�t have a sexual thought towards him. He was her brother, who right now, she
prayed, was using a condom as he hid from his past. She sighed in resignation as she decided she
had no choice but to venture into the rain and hail a cab. How she missed her car!
She pulled her leather coat closer
to her body as she held on tightly to her briefcase, praying her legs didn�t
get too wet. Had she known it was going
to rain like this, she would have worn pants.
And, with her luck being what it was, wardrobe had nothing but extra
short skirts. As she stepped into the
street, she opened her umbrella and started to walk towards the curve. As her eyes scanned for cabs, she came across
a familiar Harley with red flames and a mysterious rider with a black leather
jacket.
�We had a deal.� She complained as she walked towards
him. He handed her a helmet.
�You need a ride.� He defended without much care towards her
indignation.
�How did you know? Did Miroku call you?�
Inu Yasha shrugged, opting not to
inform the young reporter that his gut was never wrong. That would be another argument in favor of
Myoga�s opinion, which held no basis.
�Inu Yasha, I can�t.� She complained.
�Keh, woman, just because your
brother didn�t call doesn�t mean you don�t need a ride, or that I can�t provide
it. Do you want to stand there getting
no where, or do you want to get to where you�re going?�
�But��
�No buts,
get on.� Kagome sighed in resignation as
she handed him her briefcase and her umbrella before putting on the helmet and
rolling up her skirt. �You should have
just said so.� She gave him a deadly
glare before getting on the back of his bike.
He closed her umbrella and it back to her. Grabbing her briefcase she wrapped her arms
around him as she shivered from sitting on a wet leather seat.
�I�m going to the newspaper.� She explained before he drove off.
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Miroku stepped out of the shower
with a somber face. She was still
sleeping. He probably should have gotten
her name, but she hadn�t offered, and he hadn�t asked. She looked oddly familiar, but after being
with so many women, that happened quite often. He quickly dried himself and got dressed
before checking in on her one last time.
She was sleeping contently after being completely satisfied. It�s true, he did take as much as he could
from women to try and hide his pain, but he repaid them the only way he knew
how.
He didn�t understand why, but he
felt dirty. This wasn�t the first time
he�d had a one-night stand, granted it was more like one-morning stand. But, something was bothering him. After he found his jacket discarded in the
large well-lit living room, he noticed a picture on her mantel. He sighed.
As if he wasn�t feeling lousy enough, he had to find out he just slept
with his sister�s competition. Wasn�t
she supposed to be on vacation? Oh well,
he didn�t watch her show. Most of Japan
didn�t watch her show.
Miroku looked at his watch as he
left the apartment. Where had the
morning gone? He tried dialing his
sister, but she didn�t answer. She was
probably on her way to the office. Not
feeling like his usual cheery self, he decided to keep a low profile for the
rest of the day. He made it to his car
after getting soaked, but the rain didn�t bother him.
After starting the car, he sat for
a few minutes looking at the downpour beating against his windshield. He didn�t realize he had picked up his cell
phone until he found himself dialing a number he had obtained earlier that
morning.
�Full Moon Enterprises, Miss Kizu�s
office, this is Nadia, how may I help you.�
�Hi, Nadia, could you please put me
through to Miss Kizu.�
�Who, may I ask, is calling?�
�Miroku�she�ll know who it
is.�
�Please hold.� He didn�t have to listen to more than a few
notes of Mozart before the line picked up again.
�No, I�m not available for dinner
tonight or any night!� She complained
angrily.
�That wasn�t it.� His voice was sad as it carried a tremendous
weight. �I just wanted to hear your
voice.� He hung up before she could
reply. He knew now what was wrong with
him, and he wasn�t sure he could handle the remedy. Turning to the passenger seat, he took her
file and flipped through it. She was an
expert in martial arts and a Class I Demon Exterminator. Most of her family had gone into governmental
jobs, but she had opted for the private sector, though achieving to be Full
Moon�s Head of Security before your twenty-fifth birthday was unheard of. She was also the company�s highest ranking
human. Miroku smiled as he thought how
angry Naraku must have been when she out performed all his candidates for the
position. He was surprised the hanyou
hadn�t had her killed then. Perhaps it
was Sesshomaru�s protection that had saved her, or Naraku�s lackeys were
incapable of completing the job. It
didn�t matter much now. He was sure the
General would give the order, and before the end of the month Sango Kizu would not
be an issue for anyone. Miroku knew
better than to play with fire, but since when was life worth living without a
few burns?
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Inu Yasha had noticed Kagome
tightening her grip around his waist, but paid no heed at the time. She was wet, and her hands were probably
slippery. But, at a red light, he
noticed she let him go to rub her legs.
Between the rain and the wind chill, he realized, she must be freezing. He tried to wipe his hands dry on his wet
leather jacket unsuccessfully before placing them just above her knee. Kagome held her breath as he did the best he
could to rub some warmth into her legs without turning around. They were as cold as icicles. As the light turn green, he hooked his hands
underneath her legs and pulled her forward.
She yelped, but made not other protest.
Satisfied that she was closer to his body heat, he continued through the
flooded streets, oblivious to Kagome�s flushed cheeks.
By the time Kagome got off Inu
Yasha�s bike, in front of the newspaper, her legs were painfully red from the
constant lashes of the wind and the rain.
She was shivering as she handed him back his helmet. Both were drenched as they stood quietly underneath
the furry of the falling water. �Will
you need a ride later?� He asked,
breaking the silence.
She shook her head as he revved his
engine. Kagome looked at the
half-flooded streets in a mixture of awe and fear. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she asked,
�Why don�t you wait out the storm inside?�
�You�re getting wet.� He complained, half ignoring her
suggestion. He didn�t want to spend more
time than necessary with her.
�Driving in this can�t be good for
your bike.�
�Keh!� He complained, but turned of the engine
before following her into the building.
Kagome wrung out her hair before she used her ID card to get in. They were greeted by two security guards and
a metal detector. One guard was sitting
by the screen next to the x-ray machine, while the other stood next to the
archway of the metal detector. Inu Yasha
couldn�t help but notice that both guards were armed.
�I have a guest. He will be coming up to my office with
me. They handed her the book to sign and
asked to view a picture identification from the
hanyou. Kagome placed her bag and jacket
on the conveyer belt of the x-ray machine before walking through the
archway. She beeped slightly but the
guard looking at the screen shook his head.
The other guard nodded, removing his hand from his gun. He turned to the
hanyou and instructed Inu Yasha to take of his jacket before passing through
the archway. Inu
Yasha�s eyes widened in surprise, when he found the monitor showing a three
dimensional diagram of what he was wearing underneath his clothes. The image changed to show a naked
representation of the hanyou before changing into an x-ray image. He was slightly relieved that Kagome wasn�t
looking at the different versions of his undress, before slightly growling at
the guard. He had seen Kagome that way.
�Relax, they are mandated by the
insurance company to have this kind of security.� Kagome informed him as he picked up his
jacket and followed her to the elevator.
�You see, we share this building with �The Revolutionary Times,� which
is a very controversial paper.� As they
reached the elevator, she used her ID card to summon it. �They receive bomb threats like they get
rolls of paper. A few years ago, one of
our reporters got stabbed accidentally by a Revolutionary opponent, making us a
huge liability. Also, since this
building has been declared a landmark because some famous person used to live
here, the insurance company said they would only cover us if we implemented
higher security features, like the ones we saw at the entrance.�
The elevator arrived, and Kagome
swiped her card before the elevator started to move. There were no buttons on the panel, just a
card reader for ID�s. �We are only
allowed on our newspaper floor.� She
explained as they went up to the third floor.
�Who pays for all of this?�
�In part, we are subsidized by the
government. The �Morning Scoop Daily�
picks up what it would normally pay with regular insurance, and the �Times�
pays for the rest. It�s only fair since
they are the ones that are causing all the problems.�
�They have so many enemies?�
�They were the first to report that
the Police Chief was taking money from the Chinese Gangs. They have ruined many political careers, and
are not afraid to write their opinions on foreign affairs. They anger a lot of people on a weekly
basis.� She finished explaining as the
reached to top floor. The elevator led
them to a short hallway. At the other
end was a door, with a number lock.
After punching in her code, she opened the door and walked inside,
followed by Inu Yasha.
The floor was pretty much what he
expected: Yellow walls and blue industrial carpet floor. The center was filled with cubicles and
shelving units. It looked like most
reporters only spent a few hours there a day.
Toward the center of the floor there was a glass office with a long
table in the center. He guessed that was
where meetings were held. The walls were
covered with the editor�s office doors, though he noticed that some belonged to
the more prestigious columnist like Kagome.
She stepped into her small but
comfy office and turned on the lights.
The walls were a pale blue, and for the exception of a shelving unit
filled with binders, she only had a wooden desk overflowing with papers and
pictures of her friends and family. He
was surprised to find one of Ayame, Kagome, Kouga and Miroku dressed for a gala. �That was our Black Tide�It was like Prom for
college students.� She explained when
she noticed his eyes were not on her.
�You went to the same school as
Kouga?�
�That would be a bit difficult
considering that I went to all woman college.
I went to school with Ayame.� She
correct and laughed when he looked at her in surprise.
�They have those?�
She nodded as she pulled out her
gym bag from underneath her desk. She
noticed a white box by her chair, but ignored it. �How do you know them?�
�Who doesn�t know the wolf
pack? They�re good customers.�
�Rumor is that you don�t get along
with Kouga.�
He raised an eyebrow at her. �I didn�t think you listened to rumors.�
�It is part of my job to find out
how much of them are true.� She grabbed her sweats, but when she looked at his
soaked hair, she realized she had nothing that would fit him. Fortunately, he was partial to leather, so
she was sure the water didn�t penetrate his outer layer.
Inu Yasha shrugged. �He�s too cocky for my taste. She�s sweet, but a bit psychotic. She once left one of my clients in the
hospital for flirting with Kouga.� His ears shivered, as he tried to pretend he
was fine.
She threw him a towel and an old
sweatshirt. �Layer up,� she instructed
as she took a moment to rub her aching legs.
First, they hurt from the cold, and now, they hurt from the heat. What Kami had she upset so badly? �First of all, Ayame spent the entire night
warning Yura to keep her hands off Kouga.
Second, Yura did not just flirt; she groped and teased the wolf prince,
and when she tried to kiss him, Ayame hit her.
Finally, Ayame didn�t put her in the hospital, Yura hitting her head on
the bar when she lost her balance did.�
�Keh, after Ayame gave her a little
push.�
�That�s not how the papers wrote
it.� She winked and smiled. He wasn�t surprised that she had protected
her friend. She was as loyal as any inu
bitch he had come across. �I�m going to
go change into dry clothes. I�ll be back
soon.� She explained as she stepped
out. Kagome had hardly taken two steps
out of her office when she heard her name.
She turned in surprise towards the older woman. Kaede rarely stepped out of her office,
unless it was necessary. So, when the
older woman stepped back behind closed doors, Kagome knew to follow her. �What is the young Lord doing here?�
�He gave me a lift. I wasn�t going to send him home in
that!� Kagome pointed to the window
shielding them from the furious wind and pounding rain. The day had become dark, and even though it
was only early afternoon, it looked like night.
�There is a fine line between
professionalism and personal; do not cross it.�
The older woman warned as she sat behind her large oak desk. Her chair was made of fine leather, and
though her office was larger than Kagome�s it was barely decorated. The walls were the same pale blue adorned
with framed newspaper clippings from her reporting days. There were two pictures on her desk. One was a fading black and white picture of
her late sister, the great journalist Kikyo Takeda. The other was of Kaede standing with the
Higurashi family the day Souta had come home from the hospital.
�Kaede, I�ve been doing this for a
long time. I know my job. Besides, aren�t you the one that always says
�we need to keep our contacts close, but our stories closer?��
�As long as we are not sharing a
bed with our story��
�I believe your orders were to do
what ever it took to ensure that we had the exclusive.� Kagome replied offended.
�Without losing
yourself.� She added in
concern. Kagome looked at the older
woman. Her hair was a soft grey, not
silver like Inu Yasha�s. Her one eye was
a gentle brown, and even though today she was wearing her �pirate-eye patch�
instead of her glass eye, she didn�t look threatening. On the ivory face, there was a map of laugh
lines and wrinkles belong to a person that had aged before her time. The old woman usually inspired confidence and
warmth in the young miko, but since the situation with Inu Yasha had developed,
Kagome found herself distrusting her old friend and confidant. �The price to pay when one crosses those
blurry lines that separate our work from our personal emotions is quite
high. My sister paid with her life; I
paid with my eye, and you could end up paying with much more!�
�Why are you so convinced that my
relationship with Inu Yasha is going to turn romantic?� Kagome demanded as she took a step forward.
The old woman looked her in the eye
and replied, �It already has, and I don�t want to see it happen again.� Kagome looked at her confused.
�Now,� Kaede shielded her face from
any emotions that might have escaped, �you have an important interview
tomorrow. Are you prepared?�
�Yes. I have a set of questions to ask about the
wedding, another for the illegal nerve gas trade, and a final one for the
Shikon no Tama. Do we have word on
Kouga�s condition?� Kagome asked as she
began to change into her sweats. Kaede
had changed her diapers when she was a child; she had been the one to give
Kagome the �talk� when the reporter came to age, and she had been there to help
her make the transition into tabloid journalism. Changing in front of her, didn�t bother
Kagome at all.
�He arrived in Hong
Kong safely and is currently in stable condition. It will be a few days before we know the true
damage caused by Akago�s games.� Kagome
shivered as she remembered the shadow of the man she once knew very well. Ayame must be devastated. �You should return to your guest. You don�t want to accidentally lose your
exclusive.� Kagome nodded as she picked
up her wet clothes.
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Grumpy didn�t begin to describe Inu
Yasha�s mood when she stepped back into her office holding a lidded cup. He sat on her desk with his arms crossed in
front of him, unsuccessfully covering the logo, �Strong enough for a man, but
made for a woman,� written in bold black letters across the front. His head was lowered, and she couldn�t see
his eyes through his bangs. He must have
been extremely cold.
�Inu Yasha?� she asked
quietly. He growled in response. �Is there something wrong?�
�Kagome,� a young man about thirty
barged into her office with a stack of papers in one hand, �I have that
research you wanted. Do you have my
releases?�
�Yes, they are on my desk.� She replied as she took the paper from the
brown eyed thin male. The man walked up
to the desk and asked Inu Yasha to pass him a pink folder. Inu Yasha turned and grabbed it.
�Thanks, Sweet Cheeks!� If it
hadn�t been for Kagome�s quick reaction time, the man would have lost his head,
though he lost no time in running out of the office.
�That�s the fucking fourth person
that calls me that!� He growled as
Kagome pushed him back onto the desk.
�It doesn�t give you the right to
kill him! Besides, it�s your
fault!�
�Nani?� Inu Yasha was in an
outrage.
�When I told you to layer up, I
meant put the sweatshirt underneath your jacket, not above it! You�re just asking for it!�
Inu Yasha raised an eyebrow as he
growled.
�Didn�t you read the back?� She asked a bit more relaxed. He took of the sweatshirt and turned it
around. As if it hadn�t been bad enough
he had to wear the logo on the front, the personalized name on the back of the
sweatshirt read �Sweet Cheeks.� He
growled as his eyes began to bleed red.
�I thought you would notice�It was the only sweatshirt I had.� She tried to explain as she took a step
back. He rose up to his full height as
his half-red eyes locked with hers.
Remembering something, she opened the cup she had brought in with
her. He took a sniff, and instantly
relaxed. �I thought you would be hungry,
so I made you some Ramen�It�s chicken��
Before Kagome was able to finish speaking, Inu Yasha was devouring the
noodles.
She sighed and return to her
desk. She bumped against the white box
and pulled it up. She looked at the
perfect red bow and the lack of a card.
How had it gotten to her desk?
The guards wouldn�t permit anything without a card to be delivered. It must be a present from her brother. He did have a tendency of doing sweet
unexpected things.
�Is there any more?� Kagome raised her eyes to the hanyou, who had
licked the cup clean.
�In the kitchen�down the hall, make
a right at the copier, and you�ll see a refrigerator. They should be by the microwave.� He nodded as he stepped out of her office.
Kagome grabbed a letter opener and
sliced through the red bow. By the size
and shape of the box, she was guessing he had sent her flowers. As she pulled open the lid, her bright smile
faded. Inside the white pristine box,
there laid a dozen dead roses. The smell
of the grave rested heavy among the stems.
Slowly, she picked up one rose and instantly let it go. She sucked her finger gently after the extra
sharp thorn had stung her. Noticing a
white card among the roses, she reached to grab it. She instantly pulled back when she noticed
something move. Her heart began to pound
in her chest as the leaves and stems began to move. Her stomach tightened as the walls began to
close in on her. Screaming, she pushed
the box of her desk.
They were everywhere, crawling over
the floor, on her desk by her chair. She
jumped on her chair, and struggled to balance herself on the wheeled
object. Her breaths where coming in
short pants, as she struggled to look for a way out. That�s when she saw it. Among the hundreds of tiny monsters, there
was a hairy beast with eight legs crawling up her sweat pants. She screamed again as she tried to kick it
away. The air was very thin as all she
could see were spiders crawling up her arms and legs, specifically the black
eyes of that monster�that hairy black monster. She knew the tarantula was
laughing at her as she failed to dislodge it.
�Get it off me! Kami, get it off
me!� She screamed as someone pulled out
of her chair.
�Kagome!� She heard a familiar voice call to her as the
spiders were brushed off her body. She
was wrapped in a pair of warm arms as she was pulled out of her office.
�What is going on here?� Kaede demanded as she saw Kagome
hyperventilating. She eyed Inu Yasha
suspiciously as he replied.
�You got a bug problem.� He quickly removed the tarantula from
Kagome�s pants and trapped it under an empty mug on a nearby desk.
Kaede quickly examined the
situation in Kagome�s office before ordering Inu Yasha, �Take her to my
office. Lock the door and make sure she
gets a cup of tea.� Someone pointed out
the office for Inu Yasha to drag the girl to.
Once inside the editor�s office,
Inu Yasha wrapped Kagome in his jacket and sat her down on a nearby chair. He noticed a tea kettle with a matching cup set
on the table and proceeded to pour her a cup.
He turned to her and noticed the quiet tears she was shedding as she
rocked herself back and forth. Tears. How the hell was he supposed to deal with
tears? He growled in discomfort as he
handed her the cup.
�Are-are they gone?� She asked in a small whisper. Inu Yasha was startled. He never imagined she could sound so weak.
�The spiders?� She shivered and looked away when he spoke. Sudden realization hit him hard. �You�re afraid of spiders!� Kagome shot him a death glare. �But they�re smaller than you!� He complained relaxing. Spiders were easy to get rid off. You called an exterminator, you stepped on
them, you swept them away, etc. Feelings,
tears, emotional responses�that was difficult.
Her threatening look sent a clear warning that any smart person would
have taken. �That�s a stupid thing to be
afraid of.�
�Fuck you!� She screamed as she threw the hot tea at him. He didn�t move away, knowing the leather jacket
would protect him from the hot liquid. He
was looking at her stunned. He wasn�t
surprised she had thrown the tea at him; he was shocked she had cursed. Wasn�t the immaculate Kagome Higurashi
incapable of cursing? She stood up and
walked to the window. �You don�t know
anything.� She said softly after a few
seconds. Perhaps spiders weren�t as
uncomplicated as he had originally thought. Before he could question her further, the door
opened, and an angry Editor-in-Chief entered.
�We�re having your office
exterminated immediately.� She spoke reassuringly. �Kagome, was there a card with the package?� The young reporter nodded.
�Who was it from?�
�I didn�t get to read it�It was
inside the box, with the�flowers.� She
swallowed hard as the older woman left again.
�I thought it was from my brother.� Kagome whispered as she began to cry again. Inu Yasha looked at her nervously. What was he supposed to do? He sighed in relief as she suddenly wiped her
face clean with her fingertips. The air
hung heavy between them. He took a sniff;
her fear had vanished, and was now replaced with anger and indignation. A fiery Kagome, he could handle.
She swallowed hard before walking
out of the office without speaking to him. He followed her as she stopped a few feet from
her office, where Kaede stood lecturing the head of building security. He was only able to hear, �How dare you allow
one of my reporters be compromised?� before Kagome took the note from her hand
and read it.
Kaede grabbed her hands before she
could rip the paper. The older woman
shook her head, and Kagome understood. That
was their only clue to whom had sent her the flowers �It was him, and you know it.� Kagome replied angrily.
�We still have to prove it to the
public. What kind of reporter makes an accusation
without proof?�
�Tabloid?� She replied sarcastically.
�Not in my newspaper! You know very well that we take journalism, no
matter what kind, very seriously here. Do
not allow this man to get to you. It
will be your undoing, and his victory. A
reporter is nothing without her credibility.�
Kagome sighed and nodded, before giving Kaede the note back. �We will know by tomorrow how they managed to
get past building security, until then, why don�t you go home? Rest, you will need it for tomorrow�s
interview.� Kagome nodded while Inu
Yasha went to her office to retrieve her things. He quickly made sure they were free of
spiders. Once he stepped out of the
office, Kagome and Kaede stopped talking.
Could they make it more obvious that they were talking about him?
He threw the jacket over Kagome�s shoulders
as he held on to the helmets and her briefcase.
�Come on; I�ll give you a ride.�
Kaede gave Kagome a firm look, to which, the young reporter nodded. What
ever it was, it was settled.
Kaede watched them leave quietly as
she wondered where things were heading. They were pushing Naraku too far in hopes he
would made a mistake, but the corporate hanyou was more calculating than they
had expected. She was sure the flowers
would be a dead end, and that the note would have no usual prints. That maniac was too clever, and that was not
good. It left her wondering, did he know
of Kagome�s arachnophobia, or had it been a lucky guess. Naraku never guessed. He took calculated risks with odds overly in
his favor. He should know the young
reporter was afraid of spiders; after all, he had given her that fear.
The old woman sighed as she
returned to her office, stopping only to pick up a few napkins. She wiped the floor where the tea had
spilled. That boy was a danger. If only it wasn�t necessary to protect him,
but she knew he was the key to unlocking the secrets her sister had taken to
the grave. She sighed remembering her
sister�s final words before she left for her final exclusive, �Izayoi, must be
born safely. Her son will the end the
cycle, and bring rest to my tormented soul. Take care of the children for me, Kaede. I know it is a heavy responsibility, but I
know you can do it.� Kaede had asked her
sister what children she was speaking of, but Kikyo had just smiled knowingly
and left. Had Kaede not been confined to
her bed after that monster had taken her eye, she would have gone after her
sister. But, Kikyo had been right. Someone needed to take care of the children. After centuries of searching for each other,
the two souls had been reincarnated in the same lifetime. The Shikon no Tama was destined to resurface,
but how much of this did Naraku know.
Now, his eyes were set on
Kagome. The note was clear enough, �You
will bloom among these roses, my flower.� He usually liked his assassinations nice and
clean, but in this case, she didn�t doubt that destroying Kagome�s sanity and
credibility was just as tempting to the demon lord as drinking her blood. �Be careful, my child.� She whispered as she watched Kagome mount Inu
Yasha�s Harley before they took off in the heavy rain. The tides were changing, and the worst storms were
still to come.
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Inu Yasha hadn�t gotten three
blocks from the

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Kouga used the back of his hand to
wipe away the sweat from his face. He
was in danger; he could sense it.
Unfortunately, the only thing the defenseless prince could see was red:
a red horizon, a red floor, a red sky and a red river flowing towards him. Even the hot arid breeze blowing in his face
was red. He stared at the crimson clouds
darkening the red sky. Where was he?
Slowly, red vines began to emerge
from the ground around his feet and slithered up his legs. Koga tried to break free, but they held him
tightly as they slid up his body pressing him to a red wall. He screamed as he battled against the
vines. Suddenly, everything became
lavender, as a pair of glowing eyes approached to him. Koga stared at the youkai boy in shock. �No!�
He cried out while fighting his restraints. Akago smiled wickedly as he moved forward and
placed his hand through Koga�s chest and squeezed his heart.
�The Shikon!� He demanded in a voice that was not spoken.
�No!� Koga growled in pain. Akago squeezed harder as his demonic laughed
filled the lavender abyss. Koga screamed
as everything became white.
�Kouga!� He blinked and saw his fianc�e standing
behind a few men who were attending him.
One of them was injecting a strong sedative in his arm while the others
were praying and placing protection spells around him.
�Ayame!� His throat was dry and his voice raw as he
stretched out his hand to her. �You got
to warn her!� He spoke the moment she moved
by his side. �You h-have�you have to
tell her that he knows�Naraku knows. I
tried�Kami, I tried so hard�I�m sorry. I
should have been stronger. I failed
her. But, you have to warn her; you have
to tell her! For Kami�s sake, he knows!�
�Tell who? Tell what?� Ayame demanded desperately as a few priest
made room for her. Koga�s eye lids
became heavy and talking became a chore as the sedatives began to take affect. But, before falling into the abyss of another
restless night, he drawled out the words none of them ever wanted to here:
�Naraku knows where the Shikon no
Tama is.�
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