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Chapter List
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Chapter 13:
Explosive Developments

�I was five when he died.� Inu
Yasha spoke quietly over his beer as the dark haired girl looked at him in
surprise. He had finished his third and
she hadn�t started her first. Sitting
across from him, with only his hard wood bar separating them, she felt closest
to him than she had to any human being in a very long time. They had been talking for hours. Actually, she had talked, and he had
listened, until now.
�I found him�I didn�t understand it either.� He confessed, while sniffing. He wasn�t about to cry�there was just
something strange in the air. �We were
always under attack from radical groups, but he promised they never would hurt
us. I didn�t realize he meant my mother
and me. He�he died protecting us.� A pregnant, but comfortable silence followed
as he opened another Corona. He slipped a slice of lime inside and looked
at her drink.
�Do you have something against my beer?�
�I don�t like beer�never acquired the taste. Besides, it�s all empty calories.� She shrugged.
�Keh.� Inu Yasha rolled his eyes
before opening a glass bottle of diet coke for her. He took a deep breath, realizing there really
was something wrong with the air, but he still failed to identify the strange
scent edging into the air. �You should
have told me sooner.
�I didn�t want talk about the beer.�
She confessed. �Thank you.�
�Keh.� It had gotten late in the
afternoon, and he hadn�t turned on the lights.
It was better that way. Sitting
across from her in the dark, drinking his beer, reminiscing, reaching out to
some else with a miserable past was the closest he had ever been to heaven.
�I�m responsible for my father�s death.�
She spoke as she played with the coke bottle.
�It wasn�t your fault.� Inu Yasha
pressed, remembering something about Taro dying in an explosion.
�No, you don�t understand. He
would never have been there if it hadn�t been for me.� She looked up at him with sad regretful eyes
that bore deeply into his soul. �I had
just gotten my junior license, and when the mechanic called, I thought I would
surprise Daddy by picking up the car for him.
I didn�t tell him�I didn�t know they had called him at work as
well. If I�d just told him�� Silent tears rolled down her cheeks.
Unsure what to do, Inu Yasha just placed a hand over hers. She seemed to hold on to her composure as she
stared down into the Coke bottle. �For
the life of me, I�ll never understand how he didn�t smell the gas leak.�
Gas�how stupid could he be?
�Kagome, open the door and windows and get out!� He ordered as he followed his nose to where
the smell was coming from.
�What�s wrong?�
�Gas leak!� He shouted back. Quickly, she rushed to the front of the bar
and did as was told. A sudden wave of
calmness had washed over her. Years of
working under pressure were showing their results in her cool-headed
manner.
Inu Yasha on the other hand, was having trouble controlling his
heartbeat. The smell of gas was getting
stronger�too strong. This wasn�t
good. He opened the door to the basement
and jumped back in disgust. His acute
hanyou senses were overwhelmed by the scent.
He covered his face, not daring to turn on the light.
Using his exemplary eyesight, he worked his way to the gas line. He tried closing it, but someone had damaged
the knob. He turned and noticed where
the gas pipe had ruptured�well, where someone had drilled a hole into it. Looking around franticly while holding his
breath, he found an abandon roll of duck tape.
He used it to seal the leak, knocking over a broom in the process. Getting an idea, he used the broomstick try
to open a couple of the high windows. It
was dark, and he had never cleaned the windows, making the task more difficult. Desperately, he pushed against the lock
hopping it would budge. He jabbed at the
lock while he began to cough. It was
getting harder to breathe. The gas was
making him woozy, and the beer in his stomach was threatening to revolt. Giving up, he used the stick to break the
window open.
�Inu Yasha, is everything alright?�
Kagome�s voice came from the top of the stairs followed by some stifled
coughs.
�Damn woman, I told you to wait outside!�
He coughed. He heard her move
towards him. Reporters: most stupid
being to have ever evolved.
�I want to help�ouch!� Kagome
complained as she bumped into a table near the stairs. She heard something fall, and didn�t fail to
notice the lit candle rolling around the floor.
Inu Yasha paled as the candle rolled towards the young girl. How had he missed it?
�Kagome!� He screamed as he moved
towards her.
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Five o�clock rolled
around like it had so many days before, but today it was different. Sango Kizu was packing up for the day. The woman that knew no quitting time was actually
getting things in order to go home for more than a shower and a change of
clothes. She had date with a pervert and
wanted to dress accordingly. She sighed
as she picked up her briefcase. She had
rearranged things with Miroku so that he would pick her up at home. Of course, he thought she was insinuating a
different kind of get together, but, after the incident with Kagome, she didn�t
want to take any chances that he might want to back out.
She hated herself for it, but she was actually looking forward to her
date. It had been a long time since she
had been courted, and dinner with a handsome man that thought her to be Kami�s
gift to men would definitely boost her morale.
Besides, she would love to be the envy of every woman in the restaurant.
Miroku, without a doubt, was delicious
eye candy. Now, if she could hold his
attention for the entire night and trick him out of some information, it would
be a perfect evening.
She sighed as she said good-bye to her surprised secretary and headed
towards her car. She had just enough
time to shower, put on a dress and maybe some lipstick. Miroku would be in danger. She made it out of the elevator into the
newly secured garage. She grabbed her
keys, unlocked her car, and cursed like a sailor. She pulled out her cell phone wishing she
wasn�t on call at all times. Recognizing
the number, she let a new string of profanities. What trouble could Inu Yasha have gotten into
now?
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Naraku waited impatiently as the bank manager returned with the emergency
key to lockbox 524662. This was his
bank; he shouldn�t have to go through formalities.
�I found the spare key, sir, but I�m not sure this actually is
permissible.�
�That is why I am personally inspecting the vault.� Naraku replied with a venomous tongue.
�I just think that it would be better if we had a member of the Wolf
tribe here.�
�We don�t pay you to think.� Akago
reminded him from his seat near a corner as he played with a disposable cell
phone.
�If the call we received was correct, and the Wolf tribe does have
illegal material in this vault, then I would like to know that before we
contact them.� Naraku explained.
�And if the call was wrong?� The
bank manager protested.
�Then, our client will not be insulted by our mistrust.� Naraku snapped.
�Bullshit.� The bank manager
thought. Though he might seem like a
trusting na�ve individual, he knew better than to break bank charter
regulations without taking out some insurance.
He would have preferred to have tape recorded the conversation, but
there was no way he could have gotten that through security. Cell phones didn�t get reception that deep underground,
so he couldn�t call his answering machine and record the incriminating
words. So, he only had one choice left,
and it involved playing along.
He walked up next to Naraku, and inserted his key into the secondary
slot. Under the careful watch of Kanna
and Akago, he waited for the older man�s instruction before turning the
key. The box unlocked, and they pulled
it out.
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Inu Yasha stared blankly at the rotating siren light above the ambulance
parked across from his. While breathing
in pure oxygen, he tried to make sense of what had happened. He remembered the scent, the wooziness, the
gas, the candle and Kagome. He didn�t
remember the explosion. A paramedic
walked by and changed his tank. The girl
was short with reddish brown hair that reminded him of Shippo, his
bartender. She smiled compassionately as
she told him to breathe calmly. �You�re
in shock.� She explained. �Everything will be alright.�
He nodded, an automotive response as he continued to admire the flashing
crimson and amber lights. He hadn�t
heard a word she said, but was keenly aware that had Shippo been on time for
work for a change, he might have found his newest girlfriend. The girl was definitely the fox�s type. He should probably introduce them, but he
wasn�t the meddling kind. That was
something more like Kagome.
Kagome.
He squeezed his eyes shut as the scene unfolded before him once again:
Kagome bumped into a table near the
stairs. She heard something fall, and
didn�t fail to notice the lit candle rolling around the floor. How had the
hanyou missed it?
Inu Yasha paled as the candle rolled towards
the young girl.
�Kagome!� He screamed as he moved towards her. Even with his speed, he couldn�t match her
automatic response.
He looked over to the second ambulance once again. This time, he looked at the dark haired girl
breathing from a similar oxygen mask as his.
She smiled lightly, more relieved than happy. He looked over to his bar and building,
undamaged by the explosion that never came.
She had just stepped on it, killing the lit flame. He had stared at her disbelievingly before
she grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the basement and towards the fresh
air of the street. The screaming song of
the emergency sirens rang in echoes as confusion sunk in.
She had calmly defused an explosive situation, had the common sense to
call the authorities for help, and responded mechanically to all questions,
without demanding an interview or exclusive.
It was as if she was a robot operating on autopilot. He kept looking at her blankly. What kind of reporter was she?
�Inu Yasha�Inu Yasha are you alright?�
A familiar voice brought him back to reality. He looked over and stared at the dark haired
woman standing next to him in confusion before her voice and face registered in
his mind.
�Sango?
What are you doing here?�
�I came as soon as I heard. You�re
very lucky. That was an amateur but
effective bomb from what I�ve been told.
But, don�t worry; your bar is safe, even though you won�t be able to
open it for business tonight.� The
severity of the situation was just beginning to sink in. Someone had tried to blow his bar and
apartments to smithereens. �From what I
can see, it was timed to go off around seven thirty�when you usually open the
front door.� Inu Yasha paled as he
noticed Kagome drop her oxygen mask. She
was fumbling with her work phone. It was
just like her to be preoccupied with her work as the gravity of the situation
hit him. Someone was trying to kill
him.
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Sesshomaru waited patiently in his office for an important phone
call. There had been some interesting
change of events that day. Sango had
just called to inform that Inu Yasha was safe and unharmed, though he had been
in the company of a certain morning show host.
That would be great publicity for the show, though it would fuel the
rumors that the two were dating. He would resolve the situation during
dinner. Sango would make sure the hanyou
would come sooner or later. Right now,
there were other matters that needed his attention.
His gaze turned towards his door as it opened slowly. He discretely admired the long firm legs and
sumptuous hips covered in a chocolate Channel wool skirt before taking in the
silk cream Christian Dior blouse covering the finest breasts that had ever
barged into the dog demon�s office. Her
red lips were only out done by the fire of her red eyes.
�All you had to do,� she started as her dagger-like gaze locked with his,
�was approve Ayame�s proposal for next quarter and have it sent for
distribution before the end of the day.
I could be on my way home, thinking of the delicious bath that I was
going to indulge in tonight.�
�It wasn�t on my list of priorities.�
He answered dismissively.
�We are presenting it to the board tomorrow!� She snapped.
�Copies of the approved proposal need to be distributed in advance. We are going to have a press released at one thirty!�
�Jaken can do it in the morning.�
�You gave Jaken the day off!� She
was ready to strangle him. She threw the
proposal on his desk before setting her fists on her hips. �Sign it!�
He raised an elegant eyebrow.
�I should make you copy and bind the presentations yourself, but I know
you won�t. Sign the damn proposal so
that I can prepare it for tomorrows brief!�
She demanded.
He smirked, but she didn�t falter.
Sitting up, he opened the proposal and began to read. He heard her stifle an angry response. �Please, do sit down.� He offered as she suppressed the need to
scream. �Has Naraku approved this yet?�
�He gave me power of attorney for this project� He has had other matters
on his plate this week.�
�He always has other matters on his plate not related to this
business.� He replied courtly. �I didn�t worry about signing this, or even
looking at it because I was sure he would railroad it to begin with.�
�He doesn�t like Ayame�s ideas, but he can�t deny they are innovative and
aggressive.� Kagura tried to hold her
temper.
�He thinks them idiotic and risky.
Sometimes, I wonder if we read the same proposals.� He waited a few seconds for effect before
adding, �I get the feeling he doesn�t like her.�
�He doesn�t like anyone�with the exception of his son.� She added with an afterthought. Without looking from the paperwork, he
continued,
�I thought it was from his dislike of wolves.� Kagura remained unresponsive. �He did become volatile at your relationship
with the wolf prince several years ago.�
He looked into her surprise eyes awaiting his response. She stood up and turned to leave.
�Canines don�t agree with Naraku�s youki.�
�What kind of youkai doesn�t agree with canines?� He pressed.
She turned as she reached the door.
�Nice try, but you know better.
Naraku doesn�t advertise his youkai, and I won�t do it for him.
�Send me the documents when you�re done.
I�ll be in my office.� His phone
began to ring as her long legs took her away from him. How he wanted her on his team!
�Yes?� He answered the call as he
signed the proposal. �Interesting�and
which of the wolf tribe boxes did he access.�
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Madame Centipede sat by the window of her new home. Right now it was a disgusting hole in the
wall, but, by the end of the week, it would be the city�s busiest and most
exclusive brothel. The only thing place
needed was a little bit of paint, a few red silk and satin curtains and the
best harlots from the seven continents.
She smiled deviously as she thought of her girls slipping through
customs with fake work visas. How
quickly she would quietly rise to the top social scene in Tokyo!
The only thing quicker would be how she would fund her escapades to
capture the jewel. Knowing where it was
gave her the edge she needed to finally defeat Naraku. The bastard would pay for what he had done to
her.
She looked at the quiet darkening street as two lovers kissed under a
light post. Last time, he had nearly
killed her. Things would be different
this time. She would be smarter. She would make sure he didn�t know of her
until she had him in her venomous web.
He would fall for her once again, and he would die pleading for one last
kiss. But, for now, she had a business
to set up.
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A stealth helicopter quietly approached Full Moon Enterprises�
Headquarters. �Less than a minute for
departure,� the pilot stated to his two companions. They nodded from behind black masks as they
linked their black vests to a high power tether.
�You seem distracted, Otokonoko.�
The first masked figure commented as she stepped out of the
helicopter. They were hovering over a
large chimney. One false move and they
would both fall hundreds of feet into a concrete splatter death.
�I don�t like the fact that both times Old Miko has taken me off
Higurashi, she nearly gets killed.� He
complained as he stepped next to her.
Taking her hand, they both, jumped the short distance the tether allowed
them. Due to the position of the rope,
they were dangling upside down from the helicopter. Otokonoko signaled the pilot, and their cable
began to descend.
�You should be more worried that someone discovered this chimney was off
and decided to turn it back on. Old
Miko knows what she�s doing. Higurashi
is still alive.�
�Let�s see if you say the same thing if something happens to one of your
charges�Naraku has influences everywhere, and you can�t protect them and break
into his office building at the same time.�
�I�ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
In the meantime,� she paused as they reached the mouth of the chimney,
�it�s show time.�
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Inu Yasha was angry as he entered Mystique�s, the restaurant located on
the first floor of Full Moon Enterprises� Building. His shock had long been replaced with
fury. He hated having to see his brother
once a month, so having him to see him twice in the same day was eating away at
his already unstable nerves. Besides,
this dinner date his brother had arranged also prevented him from escorting
Kagome home. That would not do, no
matter how efficient the police supposedly were. No one could protect her like he could.
�I�m sorry sir�� The Matron Dee
approached him quickly, prepared to kick him out politely. Furious golden eyes met surprised brown
before the old man with salt and pepper hair turned and stumbled over his words
before managing, �your brother is in his usual table. Allow me to escort you.�
Inu Yasha snarled as the old man ignored the suit and tie dress code, and
escorted the young leather clad man smelling of propane. The Matron Dee ignored it, believing it was
one of the strange new scents by those fancy designers. He, himself, was an Old Spice man.
The two made their way to the center of the restaurant, where the
elevated seating was. It was perhaps the
most private and expository sitting there was.
Sesshomaru�s table was by the �Front Balcony,� as the Matron Dee
referred to it. The restaurant was
decorated in mahogany wood and golden chandeliers. A color motif continued into the beige and
burgundy linens. The chairs were covered
with velvet and were too cushiony for Inu Yasha�s taste. It was perfect for his brother, though.
Not waiting for permission, Inu Yasha sat down. A line of waiters quickly appeared to serve
him wine and what they claimed to be food.
The dish contained a small cube of meet covered in a creamy sauce. �I took the liberty of ordering for you,
since you only know how to order hamburgers.�
�Keh, and this place doesn�t know how to make them.� Inu Yasha replied as he stabbed his unknown
meat. �What�s this? Spam?�
�No, cow tongue.� Inu Yasha looked
at his brother in surprise. Seeing the
blank stare covering Sesshomaru�s face, he remembered his brother�s inability
to tell a joke, so he dropped his fork.
�What do you want?� Inu Yasha
demanded.
�To see if you were still alive.�
He replied casually.
�You could have just called, or waited for Sango�s report. What do you really want?�
�You�re not as dim-witted as you look, Inu Yasha.� The hanyou growled in response. �Higurashi.�
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow when his brother�s eyes flashed red. �Relax brother; I don�t want your woman. I just want to know how much she knows.�
Inu Yasha snarled, �I love how you say brother with the same tenderness
you say garbage.�
�There�s a difference?� Sesshomaru
raised his eyebrows in question as the hanyou growled at him. He didn�t fail to notice a few of the regulars
beginning to feel worried.
�She knows more than you.� Inu
Yasha smirked. He had an arm against his
brother, and was planning to use it.
�She knows what kind of youkai Naraku is.� Inu Yasha�s smirk turned to a genuine smile
of happiness as Sesshomaru dropped his fork.
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Dropping down a chimney before crawling into the vent system of Full Moon
Enterprises was the easy part of tonight�s mission. Having revealed their usual choice of
entrance during their last visit, the twins had to opt for a different
door. This was harder than it seemed,
considering few buildings were as secure as this one. Now that they were safely in the building,
they had to find a way to travel throughout it without being detected. Knowing they couldn�t open an elevator door
without setting off an alarm, they took the vent system to the express
elevator. They were surprise to discover
that there had be so many oversights in the protection of the building, but
then, how many thieves could acquire a stealth helicopter?
It didn�t take long for them to reach their destination. They work silently as they entered a
different set of vents. They were
silently thankful that Naraku didn�t want to be watched. It left security by the elevator weaker than
it should have been. They crawled
silently through the tight space until they were above their final destination. Otokonoko looked at the wires wrapped around
the vent. Recognizing the video feed
cable, he bypassed it. Somewhere, a
security guard would be watching more than one type of rerun. Opening the vent, both siblings dropped in
front of the vault door. The guard on
duty stood up, but was quickly knocked out by a puff of smoke from Onnanoko�s
aerosol can.
They moved the body out of sight before approaching the voice recognition
key. Otokonoko took out a digital tape
recorder. It had taken a lot of work to
get the code, and it had almost killed Higurashi. He was going to put it to good use. The recording began to play; first,
Sesshomaru�s voice was loud and clear though a bit choppy, �My brother is the
missing link.� It was followed by Inu
Yasha�s string of curses. That one did
not need to be edited.
�Voice match recognized. Vault
door opening�� A computerized voice
replied.
�We have 3 minutes and 45 seconds.�
Onnanoko warned as Otokonoko walked over to the left side of the vault:
The side that belonged to Naraku. A set
of electrified bars separated them from Naraku�s secrets. The door had opened, and all security had
been alerted. He didn�t need to be
cautious anymore. Taking an item that
look similarly to a stun gun, he fried the circuits controlling the electrified
bars. Onnanoko was ready with her
camera. She quickly found the file she
was looking for and photographed the relevant pages. It was thicker than they expected.
She returned it to its storage location before saying 1 minute 53. Her brother nodded as they made their way out
of the vault. The elevator was moving
and they could hear guards climbing the stairs.
That was quicker than expected.
They returned to the vents, knowing it wouldn�t be long until the guards
found them. The buildings security
systems were on full alert. One thing
left to do�split up. Otokonoko and the
film took the elevator cables all the way down as his sister remained in the
vent system to fool them. Fortunately,
she knew what she was doing. She found
the maintenance trash shoot before the coordinating security guard realized
where she was heading.
Falling into a pile of garbage was not on her favorite list of narrow
escapes, but it was part of the job.
Apparently, today had been the day to clean out the cafeteria refrigerators,
since she was covered in vanilla pudding and jelly. She had barely gotten out of the trash can
when the door was slammed open by a small team of armed security guards. She cursed as she bolted to the other side of
the room before they saw her.
�To the right! I see him!� A guard yelled.
�Those idiots!� She mumbled. Why did they always think she was a man?
�Halt!� Someone yelled behind
her. She stormed into a busy kitchen and
tried to make her way through it. It was
like a human labyrinth. She heard a loud
crash behind her and realized the guards were making it through the kitchen
down the middle, one way or another.
With no time to lose, she pushed herself through. They were right behind her. She was going to have to run out of there. She silently prayed her brother didn�t bother
to stop the car. They couldn�t afford to
waste more time. She ran across the
restaurants as the guards yelled behind her, jumping on a table in order to
avoid the stun gun. Time stood still as
two pair of gold eyes stared at their uninvited companion.
Before they could react, she jumped, grabbing a chandelier, and swung
herself to the other end of the restaurant.
Inu Yasha was on his feet, running after her. There was something familiar about that figure,
and it wasn�t the overwhelming smell of vanilla pudding mixed with ink
toner. He stepped outside in time to see
her jump into a moving black SUV, which conveniently didn�t have any plates.
�Inu Yasha!� He heard Sango
screamed as she rushed out of the restaurant followed by the guards and her
boss. �Did you get anything?� She asked when she saw him alone.
He never had the chance to reply.
Three loud shots cut through the night followed by the stench of
blood. Sango turned automatically,
instinctively tracing the path she believed the bullets had taken.
She stopped short, shocked at what her eyes beheld. �Kagura!�
She screamed as she rushed to the side of the fallen VP. Sango took off her jacket and placed it over
girl�s chest, putting pressure on the wound.
From what she could see, the wind youkai had taken three bullets to the
heart. �Can you hear me?� She coaxed as she tried to find a pulse. She felt Sesshomaru�s piercing eyes as she
shook her head. �She�s dead.
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A million apologies for the delay, but, I�ve been busy. I think this makes up for it, though. Double the cliffhanger! What was in the bank box? Who shot Kagura? Aren�t you glad it wasn�t Kagome who got
shot? Who tried to kill Inu Yasha? What did the twins photograph?
Ask Meche. She knows. She�s back and ready to beta. Thank her that I got to finish this
chapter. I was so blocked through
it. I was going to wait until she was
done with it, but I figured, you guys had to wait long enough.
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