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Inu
Yasha growled impatiently as he typed a formula into the cell. He hit Enter and watched the cell deliver a
string of nonsense. He banged on his
desk. He hated Excel, especially when it
was being difficult. Normally, he
wouldn�t care, but he had to get his financials in order by this
afternoon. His brother was deciding his
monthly allowance. He slammed his fists
against the titanium desk to keep himself from putting them through the
screen.
Why did he have
to go and play with it? So what if the font
wasn�t very legible. His brother
wouldn�t care. Sesshomaru was only
interested in red and black, and this month, much to the elder brother�s
disdain, Inu Yasha was in the black. His
bar was generating profits�small and insignificant, but enough to make the bar
self-sustaining. Would it make Inu Yasha
rich? At this rate, not in a millennia
or two, but the hanyou wasn�t worried about that. He would soon have the apartments ready to
rent, and even though that was a major investment, it would also pay off.
No, Inu Yasha
didn�t want to be insanely rich like Naraku, or walk with shoes of gold like
his brother. He wanted enough to live
on. He wanted to have a nice apartment,
money to keep his bike up to date, and a little left over for his vices,
particularly, Ramen. Yes, all it took to
make the younger Takahashi brother happy was a roof over his head to keep him
dry; a working bike to get him where he needs to be; and a plate of Ramen to
keep him from going hungry. Yes, Inu
Yasha was a simple man.
Inu Yasha
smirked as he realized the error in the equation. By now, you would think he would remember
them, or at least make a cheat sheet.
But, Inu Yasha was a complicated man as well.
�Inu
Yasha! How could you? I thought I taught you better than
that!� Myoga yelled as he bounced into
the back office of the bar. The wooden
paneled walls didn�t add any friendliness to the room as a single bare light
bulb illuminated the concrete floor.
There were a few filling cabinets by the corner, along with a swimsuit
model calendar on one of the walls. Inu
Yasha was sitting on his titanium desk in the back of the room: the only desk
that could survive his tantrums.
�What do you
want now, flea?� Inu Yasha growled. Just when Excel was beginning to cooperate, he
gained a new annoyance.
�How could you,
Inu Yasha-sama? How many times have I
stressed that you treat a lady like a
lady!� The flea demanded as settled in
front of the inu hanyou. Squash, the
flea was flattened with one swing of his fist.
�What are you
rambling about?� Inu Yasha demanded as
he performed the most dangerous task of all�saving the file without losing it.
�How could you
take someone so decent and moral like Kagome Higurashi back to your apartment
and have your way with her?� The flea
accused.
Inu Yasha�s
left ear twitched. �What are you
rambling about?� His cell phone began to
ring, so he removed it from his pocket.
�It�s all over
the morning news! That gossip of Anika
has been showing pictures of you taking Kagome to your place last night! And according to her source, Kagome didn�t
leave until after one in the morning! I
can only imagine what you two were doing!�
�Anika
who?� Inu Yasha questioned as he
recognized Kagome�s number on the Caller ID.
�The host of
the �Morning Stop!� Kagome�s
competition!� He growled angrily. He didn�t give a fuck what people thought of
him, but he Kagome wasn�t that kind of girl!
Was she mad at him too? Did she
blame him for her sudden disgrace? He
had done nothing wrong, but as usual, would be blame for it.
�Keh!� He answered
his phone, ready to spew his venom. It
wasn�t his fault people were gossips and liars.
He had nothing to be ashamed off.
�Inu Yasha�I
imagine you have seen the morning reports by now.� Her voice was soft, but edged with anger.
�Heard about
it.� He replied gruffly. Oh, he was going to lay it on her.
�I am so sorry
you got caught up in all of this. And, I
apologize in advance for any rumors that may arise from this. I never meant for this to happen�I didn�t
think Anika would be so desperate for a story to blow last night out of
proportion.� Inu Yasha stayed
silent. She wasn�t mad at him?
�I�m sorry that
my competitors decided to invade your privacy, and I would like nothing more
than to get rid of the rumors, but unfortunately, I�m under contract�I can�t
show any appearance of having a boyfriend, so I can�t confirm that we were just
hanging out at your place, and I refuse to lie, so I can�t say that it wasn�t
me. Miroku called earlier saying he
would handle it for me. I�m sorry your
name and reputation are going to be in the mouths and covers of tabloids for
the next week or so.� Was that sincerity
and honesty in her voice?
�Keh, so what
else is new.�
�Don�t be
offended when the rumor is denied�the network heads are unreasonable when it
comes to the persona their employees must embody. I have to go�I�m on the air in thirty
seconds. Bye.�
�Inu
Yasha-sama�I fear I must apologize.�
Myoga spoke from his ward�s shoulder, where eavesdropping was easiest.
�Fucking
gossip!� Inu Yasha yelled as he squashed
the flea on his shoulders.
She wasn�t
embarrassed by him. Inu Yasha rested
back in his chair, Excel sheet complete, as he contemplated. She wouldn�t have mind admitting they were
together�platonically, but together. Inu
Yasha growled. What kind of woman was
she? He sighed as he realized, she was
his kind of bitch.
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The Madam,
stretched comfortably in the back of her limo.
She may have been incognito, but she was going to be it in style. Her rows of spiky fangs came into view as she
enjoyed the morning show. Those pictures
Anika had shown were interesting and quite informative, though Kagome prepared
a better show. She knew by the position
of the stars that the Shikon no Tama was going to surface in this
generation. History was bound to repeat
itself, and the pieces were beginning to fall.
The miko and the hanyou had already met, and love was sure to
follow. Afterwards, Naraku�s miasma, a
leave from the God�s tree and the correct spell would break the purifying
barrier protecting the jewel. Madam
Centipede stretched her many arms as she watched Kagome give an expos� on Paradise Hills Park. It also didn�t hurt that she knew were the
jewel was hidden. The pictures of
children playing in the park as Kagome and neighbors help request signatures
rolled by. She wondered if Naraku knew
he had the jewel so close: only a few blocks from his office. She smiled wickedly. They were probably both staring at it right
now. She laughed wickedly as he driver
sped towards her safe-house.
As much as she
wanted to run out there and pluck the jewel for herself, experience with Naraku
had taught her to be patient. She rubbed
the expose bone of her tail and frowned.
Soon, revenge on that hanyou would be hers!
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Miroku walked
with a stride of confidence onto the back stage of �the Morning Stop.� The warehouse-like space was filled with rows
of lights hanging from the ceilings while provisional sets on wheels were
housed in a corner. In the center, the
set in use was surrounded by cameras and hanging microphones. He knew from experience that if he acted like
belonged on stage, no one would question him.
The commotion was evident as stagehands prepared lights and audio made
last minute adjustments to the microphones.
The producer and writers were in a corner contemplating ratings, while
the camera men played with their zoom.
He spotted Anika sitting behind her anchor�s desk as someone retouched
her lipstick. She was definitely proud
of herself, something Miroku couldn�t say about himself. He didn�t like what he had to do, but it was
his sister she had messed with. Without
hesitation, Miroku walked up to her.
�What are you
doing here?� She hissed the minute their
eyes locked.
�So you do
remember me?� He questioned with a sly
grin.
�Hard not
to�you had good stamina.� She batted her
eyes a bit. She hadn�t planned on this,
but a celebratory roll in the hay with someone that knew how seemed to be in
order.
�I have.�
He corrected before getting back to the point. �I�m here to ask you to stop spreading the
Higurashi rumor. Say it wasn�t her, but
you still can�t confirm who it was.�
She laughed
lightly, �And why would I do an idiotic thing like that?�
�Because if you
don�t, I�ll break my �don�t kiss and tell rule� and give the �Morning Scoop�
the exclusive of our one night stand.�
Miroku threatened.
�You�re
threatening me?�
�Warning
you. He corrected again.
�They wouldn�t
believe you. The public would see it as
some lie that Kagome made up to get back at me.� She laughed lightly.
�But it�s the
truth.�
�Like that
matters in Tabloid journalism?�
�No, but in
real journalism, proof, like,� he removed a tape recorder from his pocket,
�this confession of yours, would matter.�
�Asshole!� Her face contorted with anger.
�Now, now, that
isn�t the proper language a lady should use.�
Miroku scolded, returning to his somber monk fa�ade.
�Why are you
doing this?�
�Because you
forced me.� He replied as he stepped
away from the stage. The blinding lights
focused on the young reporter as the music cue began. He yelled, just loud enough for her to hear,
�And because my name is Miroku Higurashi!
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It was eleven fifteen
in the morning as Kagome made her way through the abandoned streets, towards
her destination: an abandoned warehouse by the old fishing pier. She really needed to get sources that prefer
to meet in public areas, like a little caf� in Paris.
That would be nice for a change. Instead,
she was stuck in the smelliest part of town.
She had left work early for this, so he better make it worth it. She swallowed hard, praying she wouldn�t have
to flirt too much with the bald little man.
It was no secret that he had an obsessive crush on her, but he also had
information she needed.
She winced as
the smell of fish and seaweed invaded her.
She hoped next time her source would decide to meet in a garden or a
park. She smiled. When she left, they had acquired the
necessary signatures to force the city�s legislators to leave the park
alone. Now, if she could only convince
Mukotsu Shichinintai to grant her an interview without demanding dinner in
return, she would have salvaged what was left of this disgusting day�.How she
whished she could just make it disappear from every calendar in the universe!
She walked up
the rusty side-stairs of her destination.
She was surprised to see the sun shining through a few leftover
clouds. It would be a day or two before
the rain was forgotten. She reached a
rusty metal door and knocked, three long, and two short, before the door opened
before her. A tall skinny man with red
eyes and hair spoke to her. �You�re
early.�
�I know how
much Mr. Shichinintai values his time.�
The man nodded and let her into the finely furnished room. The skylight allowed more than enough light
to enter the secluded building while adding an outdoors feeling to the indoor
hot tub Mukotsu was currently soaking in.
The floor was covered with white silk and feather pillows. Candles adorned the walls and the rim around
the excessively large tub. The air was
thick with the scent of jasmine and chamomile.
Who would have guessed the treasure that lied inside the rusted and
forgotten warehouse?
�Mr.
Shichinintai,� Kagome bowed respectfully before being ushered towards a nearby
table by the man who let her in. Two
other men were waiting there.
�Ah, my dearest
Kagome, forgive their forwardness, but security is always an issue with a
powerful man, such as myself.� He spoke
as he stepped out of the tub and wrapped a white towel around his waist. Kagome nodded and placed her pocketbook,
shoes and jacket on the table for the men to examine. After being patted down, she was allowed to
approach the member of the most famous mafia family of Japan.
�My sources
tell me your daughter is getting married.�
�Yes�children
grow up so fast. Makes me want to have a
few more�care to help me?� He asked as
he led her to the back of the room.
Kagome took a second to adjust her facial expression. It wouldn�t be good for him to know how
disgusted she was with the idea.
�I don�t mix
business with pleasure.�
�I�m sure you
can make an exception.�
�No
exceptions.� She spoke firmly. �Now, your daughter�s wedding is just a rouse
so you can leave the country before the war for the Shikon no Tama explodes.�
�How did you
know?� He questioned, surprised at her
insight.
�Why else
celebrate in Utah.�
�The boy is
from Utah.� Mukotsu defended. Kagome raised her eyebrows, and he
shrugged. She was right.
�What do you
know?�
�Naraku is
close. The word is that he has a new
credible lead.�
�You don�t
sound worried.� Kagome observed, as she
sat down on a nearby stone bench. He had
made the back of the room look like a Roman garden, complete with stone statues
and olive trees.
�I lost count
of how many leads he has had in the last decade alone.�
�But something
else does worry you.�
�There are
other dangerous forces that are after the Tama�some on Japanese soil. They know more than Naraku, and could cause
the jewel to surface.� He explained.
�Do you think
that they could defeat Naraku?�
Mukotsu laughed
as his bug-like eyes watered. �Even with
the Shikon no Tama, they won�t stand a chance against Naraku.�
�Which means that
if they get the Shikon no Tama� it�s as good as Naraku�s.�
�Exactly.�
�On your knees,
bitch!� Kagome didn�t have a chance to
response as two of Mukotsu bodyguards knocked her to the ground. She yelped in surprise as they pulled her to
her knees and had her face the short mobster holding her crushed cellular phone:
Her very new and very expensive cellular phone.
�She was wired. She�s a traitor.� The main guard explained.
�No-no�that�s
impossible!� Kagome shouted as Mukotsu
took his bodyguard�s gun.
�I don�t accept
incompetence or betrayal, Kagome. You
should know that best.� He explained as
he pressed the tip of his cold revolver against her forehead. She tried to swallow the lump that had formed
in her throat. Her body went numb as he
pulled the safety. Yes, year after year,
this day was always hellish!
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She wasn�t
invited, and that made her very happy.
Kagura sat on one of the benches in front of Full Moon Enterprises� main
building enjoying her lunch. She knew
that by now, Akago would have gotten the copy of the Wolf Pack�s lock box in
the vault, but she also knew that they still hadn�t gone. Naraku would wait to hear that she was there first. He did so every year. He claimed it was like reliving the delicious
experience of killing her family. It
didn�t matter. When the time came, she
wouldn�t be invited.
He was asking
for trouble. Not just by pushing her to
the brink of insanity, but by making more and more enemies each day. Alliances were the key to win any war, which
made the idea of an alliance with Sesshomaru quite tempting. He was strong, but was he strong enough to
defeat Naraku? Probably not, and she
wasn�t going to find out. No, she would
let things be for the time being. She
had other powerful allies that would help her get through this. Her hand slipped into her jacket as she touched
something that gave her confidence. She
had all the allies she needed.
Sighing, Kagura
stood up and crunched up her lunch bag.
She stopped short as she thought she saw a ghost. She? Here? Now? Was the first blow to Naraku going to come,
or was this just another coincidence?
She threw away her trash and returned to office. Those deals weren�t going to close
themselves.
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�I�m not going crazy!� Sango protested as she paced Sesshomaru�s
office. Though in size and structure,
the office was identical to Naraku�s, Sesshomaru�s taste differed. He thought that only one large flat screen
television, which was also hooked up to his PC, would be more than enough. Like his home office, he used the walls as a
shelf space. Though here, instead of
books and scrolls, he kept family pictures and mementos from his visits with
the other powerful men of the world. His
cherry oak desk only had two personal touches: a picture of Rin in a macaroni
frame she had made for him, and a picture of him and his father standing in
front of the original Full Moon Enterprises building in a solid silver frame.
His brother sat in front of him,
staring into the bright city day hiding behind Sesshomaru as Sango burnt a hole
in his industrial carpet with her pacing.
�Maybe you�re losing your touch?�
Inu Yasha suggested. Within a
second she had him in a head lock.
�I don�t lose my touch.� She growled before a scratch from
Sesshomaru�s throat alerted her to let him go.
Inu Yasha fixed his Hell-Raiser jacket, while Sango�s black uniform
remained in pristine condition. The girl
was too good.
�You lost over a hundred thousand
dollars worth of surveillance equipment to those two. I wouldn�t consider that your usual precise work.� Sesshomaru complained as he review the last
page of the excel sheet Inu Yasha had brought him.
�That tells me that there�s
something more than that meets the eye going on there, and I�m going to find
out. Miroku is crazy if he thinks I�m
buying that Witness Protection story.�
Sango spoke with a determined glint in her eye.
�As long as you don�t waste anymore
of this year�s security budget on it, do what you want. You know I hate frivolous expenses. Speaking of which�� He turned to his brother and returned his
disk to him. �It�s time to determine
this month�s allowance.�
�Keh, it�s not an allowance! It�s my damn inheritance.�
�Which father thought you not fit
enough to govern yourself.�
�Because I was five when he
died!� Inu Yasha growled.
�It doesn�t matter. It is still my decision to make.�
�Keh.� Inu Yasha growled in response.
�Considering this little bar of
yours is actually in the black this month, and all of last month�s endowment
was invested in legit transactions, I will give you ten percent more. Consider it a reward for learning to invest
wisely.�
�Keh, I always invest wisely.�
�Like when you spent all your money
on that bike of yours.� Sesshomaru
accused as his claws rested carefully over his silver silk tie.
�Keep my bike out of this.� Inu Yasha growled his eyes seeping red.
�I must deduct the price of the
chair and table you broke the other day, though.� Sesshomaru spoke softly as he calculated
something on his computer. �That would
leave you just enough to cover your mortgage payment this month.�
�Cheap bastard!� Inu Yasha growled lowly.
�The bastard is you, Inu
Yasha. Our father was married to my
mother at the time of my conception and birth�He wasn�t even living with
yours.� Sango had to restrain the hanyou
before he could attack the stoic youkai.
�Inu Yasha, he just wants you to
break more things, so he can deduct more.�
�Lord Sesshomaru�� The intercom buzzed as his office door was
slammed open.
�I have a bone to pick with
you!� The feisty dark hair girl pointed
at Sango as she marched up her and dropped a broken cell phone on Sesshomaru�s
desk. Sesshomaru recognized the
alteration in the memory card. It was
one of their best cell phone taps. It
looked like it had met someone�s heel�there went another $150K. �I was a bit annoyed that you bugged my
house. I wasn�t too happy you tried to
bug my brother�s car, but bugging my phone�That�s going way too far!� Sango looked at the girl in shocked as she
released Inu Yasha, who had currently forgotten his brother in favor of the scent
of jasmine covered embers the girl was emitting. �You almost got me killed!�
�How? How did you find it?�
�I had an interview with Mukotsu
Shichinintai��
�The mobster?� Sango inquired.
�Yes.�
�Why would the god father of the
illegal nerve gas trade grant you an interview?� Sesshomaru inquired. He didn�t realize she had those kinds of
connections, and if she did, what the hell was she doing working on the
tabloid. She should be covering the real
news.
�His daughter is getting
married. He granted me an interview to
talk about the wedding. So, you can
imagine my surprise when I�m searched and come up positive for wearing a
wire! The only reason I�m not dead is
because he�s a fan! You don�t want to
know what I had to do convince him I had no knowledge of its presence.� Sango swallowed hard. The Shichinintai didn�t play games.
�What are you doing interviewing
mobsters�or I should say, terrorist, anyhow?�
Inu Yasha complained. Stupid
bitch was asking for someone to shoot her.
�For your information, Mukotsu
doesn�t sell nerve gas to terrorist groups.
He sells it to government, like ours.
Second of all, he�s rich. Third,
his daughter is marrying an upcoming Hollywood
star, not that it�s any of your business.
But, most importantly, that interview would have boosted the sales of
the paper by thirty-five percent!� Ah,
profits�Sesshomaru�s favorite topic.
�Look, I wouldn�t need to bug you
if you were honest with me.� Sango
protested.
�I have been more than honest with
you, considering you aren�t an officer of the law and have done nothing to earn
my trust since I�ve met you. By the way,
next time you�re in my house without my permission refrain from going through
my personal belonging.� Kagome spat out.
�I didn�t know it was your room.�
�Right� and my brother was right
about you going to surprise him naked in bed.�
Kagome rolled her eyes. �I won�t
lie to you. I like you for my
brother. I already gave you my approval,
but if you don�t back off, he will. He
doesn�t like pushy girlfriends, especially girlfriends that nearly get his
sister killed!�
�You want me to sit here and
believe that you are just an innocent reporter caught in all of this when you
detect my bugs almost immediately after I plant them?�
�You were sloppy! You left one in my couch. I found it easily after I spilled my lemonade
on it. The one in my brother�s car was
left underneath his seat. He found it when
he adjusted it. Something he always does
when he gets in the car!�
�That�s bull!� Sango shot back. �One coincidence I buy! Three I know it�s a scam!�
�I don�t care what you buy or
don�t, just back off!�
�Sango!� The door slammed open as the short flea
captain barged in. Again, Sesshomaru�s
assistant failed to warn him.
�Why is everyone looking for Sango
in my office?� Sesshomaru demanded, not
liking the display of disrespect before him.
�She left notice in her office she
was going to be here.� Kagome explained
calmly before turning to Sango and saying, �You owe me a new phone.� She turned to leave but the blown up flea
stopped her.
�Not so fast young lady. I have a few questions for you.�
�I already said everything I had
to. If you have any questions, read Miss
Kizu�s report!�
�She didn�t have authorization to
speak for me.�
�That�s not my problem.� Kagome moved past the flea, but he grabbed
her arm.
�Considering your father is trying
to kill you, I think it is.� Kagome
froze in her step. Inu Yasha immediately
noticed the change in her scent as she stared straight ahead. A single tear ran down her cheek before she
spoke again.
�My father is dead�I wish you would
let him rest in peace.� Her voice was
low and raspy. The emotional breakdown
was near. Inu Yasha didn�t realize he
had moved until he saw himself placing his hands on her shoulders. There was a strange emotion stirring in his
stomach�was it sympathy, empathy, or something else all together?
�Regardless of your father�s
condition,� Sesshomaru spoke up, �it doesn�t change the fact that you were the
intended victim from the beginning.�
Kagome stiffened further, her eyes going blank as she digested the
information.
�And the piece of the Higurashi
Special found at the scene proves that the shooter was your father.�
�My father�s innocent!� She screamed as she faced the flea.
�I stared down the barrel of that
gun, Miss. I know what it looks like.�
�Funny, the way my father tells it,
you puffed and disappeared before the gun had left its holster.� Kagome accused and the flea began to
sweat. She was regaining her cool. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again.
�My father is innocent, and I can
prove it.� All eyes were on her as she
led them outside.
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Tokyo First National Bank�s main
office was across the street from Full Moon Enterprises� main building, so
Kagome hadn�t seen the need to call for a car as Sesshomaru, Inu Yasha, Sango
and Myoga all followed her. The Bank was
a concrete building with a large clock overhead, and though it was only one
floor above ground, it contained five underground levels. That was what the building was most famous
for. It was said that the world�s
governments came there to hide their secrets.
The five underground levels were vaults, each more secure than the
previous.
Sesshomaru was surprised to see
that the Floor Manager recognized Kagome and seemed to have been expecting
her. After Kagome confirming that
everyone was going into the vault with her, the young man frowned. �I guess since Sesshomaru-sama owns the bank,
we can make an exception, but you know that our regulations only allow the
authorized user in there.�
�You can stay too, if you would
like to confirm that nothing was removed.�
Kagome assured. He nodded and led
them to the side elevator. He used his
electronic authorization key to take them to the fifth sublevel: the most
secure in the building. Sesshomaru
raised an eyebrow in surprise. They were
greeted by an army of riffles when the doors open. The Floor Manager spoke up letting them know
it was authorized visit. The riffles
were not lowered as all the guests were ordered to remove anything that could
be construed as a weapon before passing the metal detector. Sango reluctantly separated herself from her gun
as did Myoga. He tried to move forward,
but one of the guards shook his head.
�The one on your ankle as well.
And miss,� He turned to Sango, �all knives as well.� Sango shrugged as she removed all her fifteen
pocket knives and darts.
She watched Kagome suspiciously as
she surrendered her purse, watch, dog tags, earrings and shoes. �Miss Higurashi has a reputation with the
guards ever since she nearly maimed a one with her ID badge last year.� The head security guard explained as a new
recruit with a wand began to examine her for any metal objects.
�Why?� The new guard asked.
�He wasn�t respectful with his
wand.� Kagome explained and the new
guard moved away. The older guard
laughed at the joke as Kagome put her shoes back on.
�We get them every time.� The head guard moved up and kissed Kagome on
the cheek, ignoring the strange looks her guests were giving her. �Here for your yearly inspection?� She nodded as she found two keys in her
bag. They were escorted into the vault
by the Floor Manager and the prankster guard.
With a nod, the Floor Manager and Kagome entered their keys into the
safety deposit box labeled 500001 and turned simultaneously.
�These are electronic keys. If they aren�t turned at the same time, the
box will lock itself and refuse to open for twenty-four hours.� The Floor Manager explained. He stepped back as Kagome moved the large box
to the designated area in the vault. She
opened it carefully, and started to remove and place together pieces of
metal. She continued until three guns
had been assembled and placed them on the table. They looked on in awe.
�My father�s,
mine and my brother�s.� Kagome
explained as she pointed to the different Higurashi Specials.
�There-there are three guns?� Myoga said in surprise.
�Yes, and as you can see,� she
pulled out three magazines from the lock box, �none of the bullets have been
fired, and� she pulled out the a few sheets of paper, �the plans are still
here. So it can�t be my father�s gun you
recovered at the scene. It�s still
here.� Myoga picked up the guns and
sniffed them. They hadn�t been fired in
a very long time.
The Floor Manager brought Kagome a
kit, and she began to clean the guns. �I
do this once a year�it beets going to the cemetery.� She sniffed, fighting back the tears. �I hope that this will convince you to leave
my father�s memory alone, Captain.�
Kagome complained as she dedicatedly oiled the parts.
�The bullets are holly.� Sesshomaru observed.
�They each contain a splinter from
the God�s Tree�before it was burnt down.�
She spoke lowly as flashes of memories filled her heart. �One bullet can purify any demon into
oblivion, including a hanyou.� She
explained as she replaced the guns in the box.
Her hands were shaking, and the tears were on the brim of her eyes. Sango looked up at the digital clock, and
seeing the date, October 19^th, she realized the meaning of her
actions. She had removed her jewelry
because she was planning to get her hands dirty cleaning the guns� She
preferred to clean their guns than to visit their grave on the anniversary of
their death.
�We should go.� Sango complained as she realized this should
have been a private moment for the girl.
Inu Yasha waited for Kagome as the others were escorted out. It took a few silent tears as she locked the
guns away. He knew the feeling of trying
to lock the painful memories away. It
never really worked.
�Kagome?� His voice was soft, almost welcoming. She tried to smile, but her eyes revealed her
inner turmoil. She let him lead her
out without saying any words. He watched
her carefully as she mechanically put her jewelry back on and grabbed her bag. She frowned and stood rigidly as a dark aura
approached them. Both brothers growled
at the stench that was infiltrating the room.
The elevator doors open revealing the wavy haired hanyou and his two
youngest children. He immediately locked
eyes with Kagome. She stood tall,
unbending as she return his emotionless cold gaze. The room began to grumble and shake as he
approached to pass her. Kagome did not
back down. He would never know how he
affected her. She pushed back the
memories the dark hanyou provoked. She
swallowed her tears to avoid swallowing her pride. He smirked before walking passed her.
She refused to break down. They played this game every year, and she
still refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. The main guard used his security card to open
the staircase door for her. He hadn�t
planned to allow anyone to follow her, but the inu hanyou was on her
tracks. Naraku wouldn�t see her break
down.
She started to race up the steps as
the flashes of that night came to her.
She saw her mother, on her knees, in front of the hanyou. She saw the blood on the kitchen floor as her
body collapse. She saw the fire�the
God�s tree on fire. But most of all, she
saw the spiders. She fell to her knees
as she curled into fetal position, tears falling freely from her eyes. She closed her eyes as the memory of Naraku
shooting at her father flooded her. A pair
of strong arms wrapped around her. The
new aura was soothing as she began to cry into his chest. It was her fault they were all dead. She had failed them all.
Inu Yasha pressed her to him as he
tried to protect her. He was feeling
terribly uncomfortable. He would rather
go back and kill Naraku for upsetting her.
Blood, guts, senseless violence�he could handle that. A girl crying was too much for the strong inu
hanyou. He just held her, unsure of what
he was supposed to do, or why he even cared.
Maybe it had been that she had looked almost dead when she had been
cleaning out those guns, or perhaps it had been the delicious scent she had
left in his bed. Either way, he felt
compelled to help her.
Kagome was falling asleep as her
tears began to dwindle. She was warm,
safe and tired. She sniffed and felt the
leather covered air fill her lungs.
Leather? Someone was holding
her�someone was seeing her cry. She
pulled back, wiping her tears away. �I�m
sorry.� She mumbled before she tried to
rush out of there, but the arms wouldn�t let go. Her eyes were red and puffy when they looked
into his worried golden orbs.
�I�ll take you home.� He declared as he helped her to her
feet. She didn�t argue as he walked her
up the steps. Sango had been waiting for
them, but taking one look at Kagome, she decided to back off. She knew she wasn�t on Kagome�s favorite
people list at the moment. Inu Yasha
walked her to his bike and handed her his helmet. Kagome took in his Harley Davison Softail
Night Train motorcycle. It had the same
appeal and comfort as his jacket. She took
her place on the �bitch seat,� grateful Miroku had dropped off a pair of slacks
for her that day.
He smirked, and she tightened her
hold on him as he peeled out. That
should distract her. Harley Davisons
weren�t known for speed or tricks, but that didn�t stop Inu Yasha from driving
it like a mad dog. �I changed my
mind.� Kagome spoke at the first light. �Take me to the Shrine instead.� He nodded; surprised she hadn�t yelled his
ears off for speeding.
In reality, Kagome didn�t mind the
speed. As she held on tightly to him�in
reality, she felt like she was flying.
She could feel the powerful vibrations of the motor between her legs as
the wind flew past her. Something in her
stomach tightened as the adrenaline rush began to push all emotions aside, as
if she were high. She didn�t worry about
the sharp turns or the near death merges.
His bike was impeccable; therefore he must know how to ride it properly.
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�Did you see the way he looked at
her?� Myoga inquired as he made his way
back to Sesshomaru�s office.
�He wanted to kill her.� Sango agreed, knocking on Sesshomaru�s office
door. When she was permitted to enter
she inquired, �The shaking?�
�Their auras were repelling each other.� Sesshomaru explained.
�It was strong enough to make five
feet of concrete shake!� Sango protested
taking her seat in front of the lord.
�She isn�t a dormant miko.� The Lord added.
�How strong is she?� Myoga inquired.
�You�re lucky she hasn�t purified
you accidentally.�
�Her miko aura didn�t flair
earlier, when she and Myoga argued.�
Sango protested.
�She has amazing control�she had to
be trained.� Sesshomaru agreed.
�She�s spent most of her life in
the States. I thought training there was
hard to come by.� Myoga argued.
�She also knows about bugs, not
only how to find them, but which one is which.
She recognized the one I used in her living room, even though it has
been released in the market yet.� Sango
added.
�I wouldn�t put it past her to just
be a well informed reporter.� Sesshomaru
interrupted. �Her father was a priest, a
very powerful one. Her stepbrother is a
Buddhist monk. She has been surrounded
by people who could have trained her. As
for the transmitter, her newspaper bought a dozen a few weeks ago. It is possible she uses them for her scoops.�
�I don�t know�she�s too good to
just be a reporter.� Sango added
thoughtfully.
�She is. She is the woman my brother has chosen, and even
though things haven�t been formalized, she had been added to your list of
people to protect.�
�I didn�t know that Lord Inu Yasha had
finally decided to openly pursue her.�
The flea complained, annoyed that he had missed a juicy piece of gossip.
�Neither does he.� Sesshomaru looked down at his agenda before
adding, �I know my brother. He is too
primal for his own good. The girl saved
his life, demanded to wear his clothes�to have his scent on her, and she isn�t
submissive. Every ounce of youki in him
is demanding him to claim her, and from what I saw in the vault, every ounce of
his humanity is demanding him to comfort her.
He may not know it yet, but he has already chosen her.�
�Speaking of the vault, what do you
make of the guns?� Myoga inquired.
�We knew it wasn�t Taro Higurashi
who shot Kagome, so I�m not surprised.�
Sango interrupted.
�What are you rambling about?� Myoga demanded.
�The piece of the Higurashi Special
we found was on the roof, not the tenth floor.
If Taro is alive, he wasn�t the one that shot his daughter.�
The flea stumbled over a few words,
embarrassed of his obvious blunder.
�What do you make of the piece we
found?� Sesshomaru inquired.
�Let�s just say he was here for
something else�It�s no secret that he hates Naraku. Maybe he wanted to scare him a bit�let him
know he was back, but his daughter gets shot the same day, so we come up to the
wrong conclusion.� Sango offered.
�But they were all in the vault.� The flea added.
�It doesn�t mean there wasn�t a
fourth, and besides, someone had to make the original ones. Maybe there is a spare set of prints floating
around out there.� Sango reasoned.
�Either way, things just became
extremely complicated.� Myoga sighed.
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Kagome walked up the steps to the
Shrine in quiet observation. Though the
house and the temple had not been reconstructed, the land was still considered
sacred. Inu Yasha followed her
quietly. She looked at were her house
once stood, now only a concrete lot. She
pointed to the broken stone well at the side of the house and said, �We used to
have a well house there�That�s were my brother and I would play hide and seek.�
Inu Yasha nodded, not sure what he
was supposed to say or do. He felt like
he was walking on a battlefield with a veteran that had buried a limb or two
there. She walked to where the God�s
Tree once stood tall. The wooden fence
had been replaced. She knelt before it
and prayed. Inu Yasha watched in
silence. She looked so different, so
angelic, he felt out of place. He was
intruding in a personal moment, but he couldn�t leave.
�It�s my fault.� She said quietly, not knowing why she was
talking to him.
�What is?�
�They�re dead because of me.� His eyes widen in surprise. �I didn�t want to go to the shooting
range. I hated going there. My ears always rang for days afterwards. I locked myself in my room until daddy
finally conceded to take me to practice archery instead.
�When we came home�� Her voice failed her. �Had we gone shooting, he would have had his
gun with him�� She broke down crying. Inu Yasha placed his hand on her shoulder,
unsure of what to say. It didn�t take
long for her to regain her composure.
His aura was soothing. She stood
up and smiled as best she could with tears still in her eyes.
�Look,� she pointed at the seedling
on the ground, �the God�s tree is growing back.�
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Yes this was a quick update, but
only because I had this part written a while ago. As you may recall, I said I was postponing a
scene because I felt I was rushing Inu and Kag�s
relationship. Well, hopefully, it works
now. I was going to end it with a gun
pointed to Kagome�s head, but I didn�t think you guys would appreciate that. What happened in the warehouse? Miroku and Sango�s date? Will Naraku find the jewel? Is Taro alive? What does Madame Centipede have to do with
everything? Tune in next chapter when
some or none of these questions will be answered.
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