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Chapter 14
In Today�s News�

Inu Yasha
dragged his feet up the eight flights of stairs. His limbs were heavy. He wished he could stop, but stopping would
mean breaking his last connection to reality.
The pain from his soar body, as he made his way through the quiet and
dark staircase, was the only reminder that he was awake and alive. It may have been one long day, but his
battered back was willing to bet it had been at least a decade.
First, he
became the day�s hot rumor, followed by the incident in the office, which led
to the confrontation in the bank. He
took a deep breath remembering Kagome�s tear-stained face. Things at the shrine had been intense, but
not as intense as the things in the bar.
He didn�t know which had been more effective in frying his nerves:
opening up to her, or having his bar almost blown to smithereens.
He sighed as
he reached his destination. He headed
through the steel door towards the only place he could fathom being tonight. Dinner with his brother had held some entertainment
value, or at least it had until that bitch had landed on his cheeseburger. They had finally gotten it right: medium
rare, American cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and no fancy sauces. The stench of vanilla pudding and ink toner
had sickened him, but there was a slight edge to her scent that seemed
familiar. Though, right now, he hated
her. She was somehow responsible for
what had happened to Kagura.
He may abhor
the dark hanyou, but he didn�t have anything against Kagura... Well, at least nothing personal. He did detest her lineage, but Inu Yasha had
learned long ago that you can�t choose your blood. It�s what you do with it that matters, and as
far as he knew, she had used it to help his father�s legacy grow. She didn�t deserve to be gun down in an alley
like some common punk.
Sighing, he
reached the door he had engraved into memory not so long ago. It was a large effort, but he managed to
knock. �Forgot your keys?� A female
voice asked from the apartment as she opened the door. �Inu Yasha?�
Her shock and surprise were intensified as he through his arms around
her and pulled her into a tight and warm embrace. Jasmine, embers, and a touch of holiness edged
with vanilla were the scents that brought some peace to his troubled soul. Her hair was damped from the shower, and her
oversized tee shirt was soft and warm.
She fit so perfectly in his arms that it was hard to imagine there was
ever a time she didn�t belong there.
�Inu Yasha, is
something wrong?� She questioned with a
voice laced with worry. He growled, too
tired to make a coherent response. She
held him tightly for a bit, enjoying his warmth, before pulling him into the
apartment. She led him into the living
room, where she made quick work of getting him out of his work boots. She threw a deep purple cashmere throw over
his body before giving him the cup of green tea she had been sipping moments
earlier.
�Kagome�� he
whispered as she curled up next to him.
�What
happened?� She pressed, knowing the hanyou would only talk when he was ready. He stared at the blank television with an
equally bare expression as he spoke,
�They shot
Kagura.�
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Naraku�s slick
black limousine raced through the darken streets of Tokyo.
Its owner had a late night meeting to attend in the �bad� side of
town. He sat by the window drinking his
twenty-one year old whiskey, while eyeing his son�s throw-a-way cell
phone. �Akago,� he spoke softly, knowing
his anger was still in check.
�Yes
father.� The young boy sat across from
him, enjoying the view. It wasn�t every
day they made a personal visit to this side of town. Tonight was different. Someone had shot his sister, and Akago would
make that someone�s death very painful.
�Did you order
the hit on Kagura?� His father asked as
if he were speaking of spilt milk.
�Yes father.�
�Why?�
�She
challenged me.� Before Akago realized
it, his fathers arm had ripped through his chest. The young boy looked at his father too
surprised to feel the searing pain flooding his entire body.
�May this be
the first and last time you attack one of my detachments without my
permission. I gave you all life, and
only I can take it away.� Naraku�s voice
was cold and calculating as he looked into the demon boy�s frightened
eyes. Akago nodded in response.
Slowly, Naraku
removed his arm, so that Akago may begin to heal, though he would always have a
scar to remember this lesson by. Akago
turned away, unaware of the pair of eyes intently watching him. Kanna shifted in her seat, knowing neither of
her companions was paying any attention to her.
She eyed her brother with disdain.
He had dared to order her sister�s death. No, he would not do. She shifted her gaze to Naraku, knowing she
could hide her thoughts from both of them.
She would not allow Akago to walk away from this with just a scar. He would pay for what he had done to their
sister. But, she would have to be
cautious. Naraku was protective of him,
more than he would ever be of Kagura.
�She was
right, though.� She spoke softly, so
that only Akago would hear her.
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�What do you
mean she�s been shot? What
happened? Is she alright? What hospital did they take her to?� Kagome asked frantically as she stood up
unsure of what to do. Pacing seemed like
a good idea. �I have to go see her.�
�Relax,
Kagome.� Inu Yasha stood up eyeing her
suspiciously. �I didn�t know you were
friendly with her.�
�I�m not�I
mean her father would never stand for it, but I�ve interviewed her on countless
occasions. She is my contact whenever Full
Moon throws a giant charity event. She
seems like a really nice person, though a bit stubborn. God, how did she get shot?� Inu Yasha had gotten her to sit down, not
sure what to make of what she was saying.
She wasn�t lying, but she wasn�t being completely honest. There was something more to this.
�Why would a
reporter lie about knowing someone?� He
asked himself, realizing the answer.
�Kagura was
the one that told you about Naraku abusing his children. She was your source.� He accused.
�My sources
are completely confidential.� She
protested, though it was as good as any yes to him. �What happened?� She asked softly. �Is she ok?�
Inu Yasha
closed his eyes as he relived the experience�
They had rushed to the alley across the
street from Mystique�s. The bullets had
come from that general direction, though the acoustic properties of the
alleyway might be throwing them off.
Sango was the first to arrive.
She
was momentarily paralyzed as she looked at the young VP sprawled on the
floor. Her winter coat had never been buttoned;
her open pocket book was discarded few feet away. Her hair had broken free from its confining
bun, and it was fanned out in waves around her.
Sango rushed to Kagura�s side, ignoring the
scuffed knees the wind demon had.
Noticing the blood, Sango, quickly took of her jacket and placed it
above the wound. She wasn�t stupid. She knew that if not all three, at least one
of the bullets had gone through Kagura�s heart.
Nothing was as effective in killing a demon.
Inu Yasha stared at the scene before
him. He looked in disbelieve, not seeing
the blood Sango was covering. He saw how
disheveled the fallen girl was and jumped to the wrong conclusion. She had struggled with an attacker and shot
him, but where was the attacker? The stench
of blood was undeniable as he saw his brother�s eyes bleed red. Kagura wasn�t hurt; she couldn�t be
hurt. She was a demon. Demons didn�t get hurt. Sudden memories of his father�s dead body
rushed to him. He had been a demon, too.
�She�s dead.� Sango declared turning around towards
them. Naraku�s black limo turned the
corner and passed by them. Inu Yasha
could see Akago�s smiling face through the tinted glass. That bastard!
�Inu Yasha,� his brother�s calm voice broke
through to him before the hanyou had a chance to chase the limo down, �she
deserved better.�
Sesshomaru was right. Right now, Kagura deserved better than to be
lying on the cold dirty floor of a two bit alley. She deserved better than three nameless
bullets. She deserved better than to
have been born�detached into that family.
But, we all play the cards that we�re dealt. He
would kill the runt at a more appropriate time.
�We should move her.� He
suggested.
�The police are going to want to see her
like this.� Sango warned as she sent two
of the guards that had followed her out for a stretcher. The other two were ordered to get a
camera. No sense in losing all the
evidence.
Sesshomaru�s eyes never left the girl�s
body. Inu Yasha wasn�t surprised to find
them calculating. He was always plotting
away, but there was a slight tinge of sadness in them. Something he had never seen in the elder
demon�s eyes. �I�m sorry, Kagura.� Sango spoke softly. �I should have been here to protect you.�
Suddenly, Kagura broke into violent coughs
as she rolled over and gasped for breath.
�I thought you said she was dead.�
Inu Yasha protested as Sesshomaru�s eyebrow lifted.
�She had no pulse!� Sango complained as she tried to stop Kagura
from standing.
�I�m fine.�
Kagura complained: a bit unsteady on her own legs.
�You took three bullets to the heart. You can�t be fine after that! No one would.� Sango complained as she tried to find her
pulse. Damn it. Was this why she had first thought Kagura was
dead?
�No, I didn�t.�
�I�m not stupid. I know where you�re heart is.�
�You know where my heart is supposed to
be�if I had one.� Kagura finished as she
pulled free. No heart would mean no
pulse. She stumbled a few steps, and
would have fallen if it hadn�t been for Sesshomaru�s quick hands.
�Everyone has a heart.� Sango protested as Inu Yasha eyed the wind
demon cautiously.
�I did, but it was stolen.� She mumbled in a sing-song voice. She started to giggle and point at sky
screaming, �There it goes�no, now it�s there, or maybe it�s that one. Hearts are flying! Where is that Cupid? He�s such a disobedient child.�
�She�s lost a lot of blood. She�s delirious.� Sango protested.
�More like crazy.� Inu Yasha corrected.
�We need to take her to a hospital.� Sango
insisted.
�No hospital.� Kagura screamed. �He�ll find me there! He�ll come back for me!�
�Who will?
Your attacker? Do you know who
attacked you?� Sango pressed.
�He�ll get you, too. He doesn�t like women�not since that
miko.� Kagura warned with slurred words. She was quickly loosing consciousness.
�Enough.�
Sesshomaru�s voice was firm.
�I�ll take care of this.�
�Inu Yasha,�
Kagome spoke softly. His face was buried in his hands as she rubbed his back.
�My brother
has her�He�ll make sure she gets better.�
He explained.
�Do you know
who or why?� She asked as she slipped
his hand in between hers.
�I have no
proof.�
�Proof is for
journalists and law enforcement officers.�
He smirked at her joke.
�Off the
record?� He asked, her aura soothing
him.
�I�m always
off the record with you.� She confessed.
�Akago.� Kagome paled slightly before nodding in
agreement. Now, to get that pesky proof.
�What time is
it?� Inu Yasha suddenly asked.
�Four thirty.�
�Aren�t you
supposed to be at work?�
�I called in
sick. I didn�t think I would be up for
it after yesterday. I�m exhausted.�
�Yet, you�re
not in bed.� He complained as he got
up. He should let her rest. It was wrong to burden her.
�I was waiting
up for Miroku�He had a date with Sango.�
�Keh, I doubt
he got to it. Sango has been running
around containing the break-in for hours.�
�Break-in? What break-in?� Kagome�s voice was curious, but not
surprised.
�There was a
break-in at the company tonight.� Inu
Yasha explained as he started to put his shoes on.
�Do you think
Akago staged it?� Inu Yasha looked up
before pulling out his cell phone. Using
his claws, he quickly sent a text message.
�I should be
going. You need your sleep.� He said as
he began to tie his laces.
�Stay.� Kagome said firmly. �It�s late, and you�re tired. You shouldn�t
drive like that.�
�You know
someone will notice my bike at your door.�
�No one knows
I live here.� She protested. �Come on, I have a big bed.�
Inu Yasha
quirked an eyebrow. �You�re offering me
your bed.�
She shrugged,
�We both know you can be trusted.�
�I�m not
sure��
�I have hot
water in the morning.� Kagome
interrupted. One look in her honest blue
eyes, and he knew that�s where he needed to be.
He sighed and let her lead him to the back room.
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Sango was half
asleep as the elevator quickly took her towards her apartment. She had just enough time for a quick hot
shower, a fifteen minute nap, which she probably would take standing up in the
shower to conserve time, and a cup of coffee.
It had been a horrible night. Too
many things had gone wrong, and it was only Wednesday. Well, she looked at her watch. It was Thursday morning.
The elevator
stopped on the fifteenth floor. She
yawned as she made her way toward her apartment. She rubbed her eyes as she swore she saw a
trash bag by her door. The bag moved,
and she realized it was a man, a Buddhist monk to be precise. �Miroku?
What are you doing here?� She
demanded.
�We had a
date, remember?� He yawed as she paled. She had forgotten to call him.
�I�m sorry�A
few emergencies popped up�Have you been waiting here all night?�
�I wouldn�t
have been so worried if you hadn�t shown up to the restaurant, but you weren�t
home. I didn�t know where to call.� Miroku shrugged. �Are you ok?�
�Yeah�we had
an emergency at work�a break-in. I�m
only here for a shower and a change of clothes.
I have a meeting in an hour with the heads.�
�Then, I won�t
keep you.� She was surprised when he
gently kissed her forehead. �I�ll call
you later to reschedule.� With that he was
gone. She stood in front of her door
looking at his retreating figure in confusion.
Was he too tired to try to grope her, or had he just been too
worried.
�Hey!� She yelled after him, but he was gone. �How did you get in here?� She asked the space he had once occupied.
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Sango�s shower
was shorter than she would have liked, but she had not choice. If she stayed there any longer, she would
fall asleep under the hot watery blanket.
Oh, how she wanted to quit!
Retire to a nice Caribbean island that
had never heard the words International Business Security. She would lounge around all day doing
nothing, while drinking fresh Margaritas.
But, the best part�the sweetest part, would be the rest. She would sleep. The first night, she planned to sleep at
least forty-eight uninterrupted hours.
Then, she would wake up, eat something, and go back to sleep.
Sango sighed
as she got dressed. It would never
work. It wasn�t that she couldn�t afford
it. She owned enough Full Moon
Enterprise stock to secure three lifetime retirements, and she had been
independently wealthy before that. Her
family consisted of the best exterminators money could buy. She had received several small fortunes from
dead relatives, and stood to inherit at least $2.5 million when her father
died. She also had acquired a quarter of
that amount during her freelance days.
No, Sango didn�t have money problems, or at least not the kind most
people have. She would hate it because
she hated inactivity.
Yes, at first,
living out a prolonged vacation and maybe a few romances with the local heart
throbs would seem like heaven to the young woman, but then, reality would set
in. She would try to satiate her thirst
for activity by taking up extreme sports.
She might even compete at a profession level to give herself a healthy
level of stress. But, that would not be
enough. Sango loved her chosen
career. She may not have grown up
thinking I want to be a security guard, but being the head of security of all
of Full Moon Enterprises gave her a sense of pride in her work. It was difficult, and it required
intelligence, stealth, discretion, and strength. All were qualities exterminators held in high
regards.
No, retiring
wasn�t the answer, but a vacation was definitely what the doctor ordered. As soon as things died down, she would be on
a plane to Puerto Rico or Aruba. She laughed at herself. It didn�t matter either way. Sango had accrued about three months of
vacation time while working for Sesshomaru.
Things never died down enough to take a break.
She was tying
her hair when her doorbell buzzed. She
looked at her clock. It was barely five
in the morning. Who would call on her at
this hour? She looked through the
peephole, and was surprise to see a paper bag from the local coffee shop. �I come with gifts.� A familiar voice said.
�Miroku?� She questioned as she opened the door. �How did you get in here?�
�Same as last
night�the nice old American lady from the third floor thought it was sweet that
I would wait for my girlfriend in �the frigid cold.� Those were her words.� He assured as he walked through the hallway,
past the living room into the nice square kitchen and deposited two paper bags
on the kitchen table.
The First
thing Miroku noticed was that the entire house seemed to be painted white. The second thing was there were pictures of
her family everywhere. Her apartment was
homely and welcoming, though it seemed slightly empty: There was no mess
anywhere, as if no one was ever there to make one.
�I�ll remember
to tell Mrs. Chapman that you are not my boyfriend. Now, what are you doing here?�
�Sango, you
wound me.� He made a melodramatic pained
face before smiling sweetly at her. �You
said you had a meeting in�� he looked at his watch, �forty-five minutes.�
�And��
�I just wanted
to make sure you got a good dose of caffeine and some breakfast first.� He pulled two extra large cups from one of
the bags. �Now, I have an extra sweet
hazelnut and vanilla blend with cream, for me.�
She raised an
eyebrow.
�I�m a tea man�coffee
needs to be really sweet for me to enjoy, but you, Sango, I�m willing to bet,
are a Columbian blend with two sugars, no dairy.�
She raised
both eyebrows. �I�m impressed.�
Miroku smiled
happily as she took the cup from him. He
then pulled two fresh cream cheese sesame bagels from the other bag.
�I know that
you are usually the jelly-doughnut-kind-of-girl, but I thought you needed
something more filling for today.�
�How did you��
�You had a
jelly stain on your shirt the day we met.�
He explained as he took a bite from his bagel. �People think me strange, but I like to eat
my bagels like a sandwich.� He explained
with a serious pose, as if he were talking about the newest astrophysical
theory.
Sango smiled
softly as she took a sip of her delicious coffee, �So do I.�
�There, we
have something in common. Now, we can
get married and have kids.�
She replied
with an annoyed glare. He shrugged a
�Worth a try,� before stating,
�If you hurry,
I can drive you back. That�s a fifteen
minute nap you can take, and if you�re nice.
I�ll take the long way�that would be a full twenty minutes.� He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and
Sango could not help but laugh.
�Fine, you
win, but the first sign that you�re going to take advantage of the situation, I
will knock you into the next world.� She
replied with a smile as she picked up her bagel.
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Sesshomaru�s
keen eyes watched his guest cautiously. Her
breathing was deep and labored as she slept deeply. Recovery wouldn�t be long. She would most likely be ready to return to
her duties at the office tomorrow, but he wasn�t prepared to let her go. The gods had provided him with an
unprecedented opportunity to claim the wind demon for himself, and he wasn�t
going to ignore it. She would be a great
asset to his large and exclusive arsenal.
The heavy navy
blue curtains kept the room in shadows as the sun began to rise, though his
demonic eyes could see the antique iron bed perfectly. He had placed her purse on the oak nightstand
closest to her sleeping form, and now, he was depositing her freshly dry
cleaned coat on a rocking chair by the entrance. Her cloths were still being cleaned and
mended, but he had ordered one of his maids to fill the walk-in dressing area
with a few items that would be to the young executive�s taste.
Kagura moaned
and turned in her trouble sleep.
Sesshomaru had always assumed her hair was straight, and was surprised
to see the wavy curls that fan upon the Egyptian cotton sheets. Even though they resembled Naraku�s, they did
not hinder her dark beauty. He walked
passed the vanity, towards the bed.
Pulling the navy blue comforter above her, he covered her body
completely.
�Soon.� He promised before taking his leave. He would have his revenge, and she would be
the key.

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Wow! My
writer�s block is on vacation. Here�s
another update. This should make up for my
long absence. This was going to be
longer, but I thought this last scene was a perfect conclusion. Next Chapter, we see what the twins were
after, Kouga might make an appearance, someone kisses someone else
(romantically), oh, and the secret of Kagome�s mural is revealed.
Congrats Frame
of Mind. You know not to trust me when I
kill someone. I guess I�ve pulled that
too many times. Meche is still catching
up. Thank her for taking the time to
look at this.
Oh, people want
to know, who are the twins? Well, you
won�t see it until the chapter of the climax, or the one right before it. But, there are clues everywhere. Here is a hint all of you should have gotten:
they are not identical. The fact that one
is male and the other is female is a dead give-a-way. Not such an obvious hint: they are characters
from the anime. I�m not sure if I�ll
wait to the almost end to explain what their purpose is, and who they really
work for. You guys already know that
they work for the Agency (which one? What government?), supervised by someone
referred to as Old Miko, and boy�s main responsibility is to baby-sit
Kagome. Girl also has a charge or more,
but we won�t know for another chapter or so who it is or they are.
Bonus: The first person to review this chapter for
each site will get to ask me anything they want. I get to answer in code, but must give juicy
details. Now, it can�t be a �I�m first to review, answer my question� kind of review. It should be a real review with a question on
the bottom. I�ll take three questions
from three different people. Does that
make sense?
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