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Obscenity	By : Midnights-AM-Child Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 1388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. This is not a PWP, so smut is in later chapters (chpt 4+). I do not intend to make a profit in anyway.

Chapter List
- 9
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Chapter 10: Kurokotsu's Loyalty
*Miyoko sat on her chair waiting. Miyoko's eyes closed as she listened. Her steps getting closer… She flipped a switch. Miyoko opened her eyes. "How did you-"
"Nobody swindles the Shichinintai and lives to tell about it."
The woman's eyes widened. "You're-"
"Kurokotsu…" The woman turned around to escape, seven bullets hit her back. Five hit all the lights. The only sound heard was the smashing of glass and the sound of her final fall. "Bitch…" The room was cloaked in total darkness.*
*She bathed in the moonlight as she waited in the still nights. He came outside. "Who are you?"
"Does it matter?" Miyoko stood up and walked towards the man. Her hips swayed counter to her ponytail. Her black bikini left little to the imagination. As expected, the man forgot to ask how she got there or why.
"You're so sexy."
"Come and get it." The man walked towards Miyoko, failing to notice the object in her hand. Miyoko gripped the rock and swung it across his forehead. He fell face-forward into the pool. A wave of water drenched her. The pool began to turn scarlet. Miyoko flung the rock at his streetlamp, and disappeared into the night.*
*She sat on his bed. He walked in and looked her over. He always hired hookers so it wasn't odd for this woman he didn't know to be on his bed. "Gracious, it must be my birthday."
'Just the opposite.' He walked over to her and stroked her arms. He rubbed her back, grateful for backless strapless dresses. "You're married."
"She doesn't know." His lips fell on hers. He moans and slides his tongue in her mouth. He traces her teeth and runs his tongue over hers.
In one swift move, Miyoko flipped the razor from under her tongue and lodged it in his throat. The man gasped for air and fell backward. "Oh, I think your wife knows. She asked for me personally. She said if you cheated one more time, the marriage was over. Well… she was pretty damn serious. She left a note." The man fell on the ground and grabbed his throat. From there he could see the prostitute he hired dead under the bed (one clean shot in the back of the head). Miyoko sat down and began. "Dear Love, If you are hearing this, it's because I've had enough. How could you do this to me? Wasn't I a good wife and mother? After all I've done for you! All we've been through. As you lay there I want you to remember all you've done. I love you, but I couldn't this time. Love Naomi. PS Do you like Kurokotsu's dress? I'll be wearing it to your funeral."*
Miyoko sprawled out on the bed. "Eh, it's good to be home." Home? She hadn't been home in months! Miyoko's thoughts drifted. She thought of her mother, her father, her uncle and cousin. She missed them dearly. Miyoko shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. Now she wondered where her “brothers” were. Maybe she had adapted to living with them. She had been out several times; but, always came back. (Granted, she was always rigged to devices that could kill her.) She jumped out of bed and went downstairs. Renkotsu and Ginkotsu were building something. Miyoko looked to see what it was, but couldn't make it out. It sort of looked like a tank or a tractor. They didn't even notice her presence. She continued, picking up trash if she saw any. Jakotsu was talking lowly on the phone; Miyoko heard some of the things he said. She covered her mouth and peeked to see what Jakotsu was doing. He was wearing yellow slippers, yellow lace panties and a matching bra. Jakotsu was on the phone with his latest boyfriend.
"I just might have to come over there… I love it when you scream…" He noticed Miyoko. "Hold on, my baby sister is eavesdropping… DO YOU MIND?" Miyoko stuck out her tongue and shut the door. Mukotsu was downstairs making some "magic".
Miyoko walked past the exercise room. She heard the clinking of weights. She opened the door. Bankotsu was pulling weights. Miyoko watched silently as his muscles bulged inside that small damp shirt. She mentally cursed and continued to enjoy the view. Bankotsu took off his shirt. Sweat dripped off his chest. Miyoko started dripping herself… He sat onto the ground and did sit-up after sit-up. Miyoko began to have flashbacks. She crossed her legs. Miyoko's eyes traveled down his chest to his abs to his… "Damn sweatpants." She whispered. Bankotsu's eyes meet with hers. It was if he was beckoning her come. Miyoko walked inside, Bankotsu got up and met her halfway. Before she could lean in-
“POLICE! Open Up!” BOOM! The front door busted open. Bankotsu pulled Miyoko into a storage closet with him. They hid under multiple boxes and weights. Miyoko heard multiple men stomping above her. She knew the rest of them were hidden. Suddenly it crossed her mind MUKOTSU! Miyoko's stomach churned and twisted into knots as they ran into the room and searched it over. Then she heard footsteps go over the hatch that led to the basement. ‘Shit!’ Miyoko screamed. Bankotsu covered her mouth. She removed his hand and yelled at the top of her lungs. Miyoko freed herself from Bankotsu's tight grip and banged on the closet door. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
"What are you doing?" he roared
The door was ripped off the hinges. "We got her. We got her." They carried Miyoko out and forced Bankotsu to the ground. They dragged them out, Miyoko with support and Bankotsu in cuffs. They were placed in separate cars.

"What is your name?"
Miyoko looked at him strangely. "I don't understand."
"We need the Japanese translator."
"She's busy with the suspect."
"We need her now for the victim."
"Here she comes."
The tan woman swaggered inside with a walk that commanded respect. She held her head held high. "What do you want me to say?"
"Ask her for her name and story."
Miyoko looked up, the lady winked at her. "Maybe we'd get more progress if she and I were alone."
"Well, okay."
Soon the room was occupied with two. Miyoko and- "I see you're alive, Alaknanda."
"Yes thanks to you." She and Miyoko hugged. "Now I can help you."
"What do you mean?"
Alaknanda pulled out a tape recorder and pressed play. "Okay Miyoko, just tell me what happened." Miyoko stopped breathing. "It's okay; just tell me what happened in that house."
Alaknanda's face glowed in reassurance. Miyoko dug her nails in the wood. "I was abducted…"

Bankotsu hadn't said a word when Alaknanda accused and questioned him. He instantly regretted leaving her alive. He was released because there was no evidence. He had connections. Miyoko was still being questioned. MIYOKO… His anger resurfaced.

"How long ago?"
"Since March."
"By who?"
Miyoko froze. "…I don't know."
Alaknanda's face fell. "What?"
"I don't know."
"Miyoko you don't have to protect anyone."
"…"
Alaknanda had confusion written all over her face. She turned off the recorder. "Miyoko, why can't you say it? When I made the call, I thought you'd be all over it. Don't you want to leave?"
"I can't rat them out."
"Them? The Shichinintai? The bastards that took both of us? Miyoko you aren't thinking straight."
"There's something you don't know. My full name is Miyoko Takahashi, my pseudonym is Kurokotsu. If I tell, I'd be arrested. Not only that, they'd come for my father and Bankotsu next."
"They won't have to know." Miyoko told her to be serious. "Diplomatic Immunity."
"Both my father and I have committed crimes here… I can’t do this. Not through the police."
"You're going to protect them both."
"Yes"
"Miyoko, listen to me. You are not yourself. You are going through something called Stockholm Syndrome."
Miyoko had enough. "Can I go now?"
Miyoko was released. Bankotsu was waiting outside for her. He did not look happy. She walked outside. The atmosphere was tense. Bankotsu grabbed her neck with fire in his eyes. "Why! Why'd you do it?" Bankotsu's grip tightened. Miyoko gasped for air.
"The others are safe…Mukotsu…they didn't-"
Bankotsu let go. She fell onto the ground coughing. She panted heavily. For the first time in his life, he regretted his actions. Miyoko's face was covered by her hair; she was trembling. Bankotsu knelt down. Miyoko growled and bitch-slapped the shit out of his face. He blinked in surprise. She was trembling in anger not fear. Bankotsu's face softened. He leaned into her face; his lips brushed hers before the space was closed. Miyoko's eyes widened, but soon closed as her body got closer.
(A/N) Yeah… Don't really know what to say. I thought of my male coworkers as I wrote the exercise scene. So thanks to the guys. This is still not the last you've heard of Alaknanda…
Next Chapter- Lemons.
Kurokotsu: black skill
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