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Chapter List
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Chapter 15:
Morning News
Inu Yasha
changed into a pair of Miroku�s old flannel pajama pants. Kagome had gone to get more pillows. What was it with women and pillows? It would be another of the world�s greatest
mysteries to him, like what ever happened to Amelia Earhart?
He was
surprised that her room had no windows.
Somehow, he didn�t think Kagome was the type of person that would do
well in tight enclose spaces. She looked
more like a free spirit. On the other hand, he was impressed by the mural. Dropping his clothes on her computer chair,
daring not to spoil the immaculate cleanliness of the room, he approached the
scene of the forest. He recognized the
God�s tree immediately, being drawn to its lasting power. This depiction must have been of times long
past, since the last time there were that many trees near the holly bark, Tokyo had been called Edo. His eyes focused on the delicate details of wood,
it looked textured and real. He wanted to
reach out and touch its roughness, even though the tree should have been out of
reach. He followed the wrinkled pattern
until silver interrupted the bark. He
wasn�t surprised to find an Inu hanyou pinned to the tree. It was part of that legend his mother used to
love to tell him before bed. The one
where the Miko was tricked into killing her hanyou lover, though she couldn�t
bring herself to banished the young man to hell. Their souls would forever reincarnate until
they were reunited in this world.
It was just a
stupid fairytale, and he wasn�t surprised Kagome had fallen for it.
�Do you like my
work?� Kagome asked as she stepped into
the room. He turned towards her and
shrugged.
�At least it
isn�t some of that abstract nonsense.�
�I�ll take that
as a yes. It took me a month to complete
this one�almost two for the one in Miroku�s room. I sketched it out by hand first, and then
Miroku got me these wonderful brushes.
The paint just layered perfectly with them. They were antiques, too. They had once belonged to an artist believed
to have been possessed by the Shikon no Tama.�
�You�re really
into that Tama stuff, aren�t you?�
�It was the
basis of my Shrine�s history. I was
taught to embrace it while I was still in the womb. My first word was Shikon.� She smiled as she tossed him the extra
pillows. �I got to play the priestess
during the recreation one year. I
remember it so well. My best friend at
the time� this boy named Hojo, had to play the part of the hanyou.� As she spoke, she moved to get the bed
ready. �Talk about bad casting! He couldn�t be gruff�always smiling. We spent three weeks rehearsing, and every
time we had to kiss, he would break into a ball of nervous giggles. In the end, we had to cut that part out.�
She turned
towards him, only to find his intense eyes looking through her skin, straight
into her soul. There was a strange sense
of loneliness in those golden eyes that was reaching out to her, like the blood
of a wounded fish to a great white shark.
She knew she was in trouble.
�It�s late.� She whispered. He nodded as he approached the bed.
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The red sun was high in the blue sky as her
feather raced above a green sea. Kagura
laughed wildly as her loose curls and baggy dress danced in the wind. The smell of salt and pine was in the air,
but, most importantly, the taste of freedom lingered potently in her
mouth. Faster and faster she went,
afraid she would lose the moment.
There was a red flash on the ocean
surface. She knew she shouldn�t bother
with it. It might spoil the trip, but
she had always been a curious bird. She
turned her feather around and sank lower to the water level until she was in
reach of the red object. She looked at
it with surprise. What was a red fan
doing floating on the middle of the ocean?
She reached down and touched it.
The sun became black and the sky red as a
vile laugh filled the wind. She turned
to leave, but it was too late. She felt
him rip through her, knocking her back on her feather, a few inches from the
ocean surface. She saw his face among
the clouds as he reached down to her.
Using the fan she had acquired, she sent the cold wind to cut through
him. She wouldn�t be Naraku�s slave ever
again.
He laughed as he held up her heart. She didn�t have time to scream as her own
wind sliced her heart in half.
Kagura
bolted. There was no other way to
describe how quickly she jumped out of her dream. She needed something more than deep breaths
to keep her going. The curtains were
drawn, so her entire room was dark. It
felt open and spacious. That was
new. The fresh smell of cut grass caught
her by surprise. Where was she?
Her head turned
when she heard someone move. �Who�s
there?� She demanded. A small head poked up on the side of her
bed. Two curious brown eyes looked at
her elatedly. Kagura leaned over and
turned on the lamp by her nightstand.
She felt the bed shift and was surprised to see that the head had
decided to sit itself on the side of her bed.
The head was attached to a body, one of a young girl, and when it smiled
at her, it revealed a missing tooth.
Kagura stared
in disbelief at the lips on the head.
She recognized her fifty-five dollar shade of summer rose on the lips, and
the area around the lips. She must still
be dreaming. �Hi, I�m Rin.�
�So it
speaks.� Kagura laughed. A small spark ignited in her confused
brain. �You�re that kid�Sesshomaru�s
ward.�
The child
nodded enthusiastically. Things were
making sense as her disorientation was explained by the lack of familiar
surroundings. �Where am I?�
�In
Sesshomaru-sama�s home.�
�Why?�
�Cuz, Lady was
sick. You�re here to get better, and
everyone is going to let you rest! Even
Rin!� The child pointed to herself. Then, a dark thought occurred to her, and she
asked worriedly, �Rin isn�t bothering you, is she?�
Kagura was too
distracted by the enormous amount of lipstick on the child to answer. �You look like a clown.�
The child
smiled. Clowns were nice. They didn�t bother anyone.
Looking around,
she found a box of tissues and pulled out a few. She made quick work of cleaning the girl�s
mouth.
�But Rin wants
to look pretty.�
�Rin will look
better with less lipstick.� Kagura
promised. The girl held up the half
melted/half eaten bar of lipstick.
Kagura sighed. She would just
have to buy another one. Normally, this
would have resulted in an argument, but she was exhausted. Mechanically, she picked up the lipstick and
dabbed it on the girl�s lips. She
pressed her lips together, and watched the child mimic her. �That�s how you apply lipstick.� She explained. �Inside the lines�like in your coloring
books.�
Rin broke into
a fit of giggles as she rushed to the vanity and examined her reflection. She definitely looked sophisticated. Rushing into the walk-in dressing area, she
looked at the nice things. �Can Rin
borrow Lady�s clothes?� She asked,
remembering her manners.
�I don�t think
they�re mine.� She replied realizing she
was in silk night gown. �Who changed
me?�
�Must-a been
the nurse-lady.� Rin stepped out of the
closet wearing a satin blouse, fitting her more like a dress. She had tied it around herself with a golden
coin belt, and she sported a pair of point-toe spiked heels. �How does Rin look?�
Kagura couldn�t
help but laugh as the child stroke a pose.
�Like a movie star.� The wind
demon laid back on the bed. Before asking, �What time is it?�
�Almost time
for Jaken to wake Rin for school.�
She looked at
her watch. She should be at the office
by now. Why was she here to begin
with? She tried to remember�There had
been a man�He was chasing her-she felt him coming. What had happened?
Rin climbed on
the bed again and stared at the older woman�s chest for a bit before pointing
above Kagura�s heart and asking, �How did you get hurt there?�
Kagura�s hand
instantly rushed to the spot. Memories
flooded her�her attacker�the alley�her car.
She never made it to her car.
Someone had moved it�Naraku. He
had betrayed her for the last time. She
was tired of being his puppet. If he
wanted her dead, so be it. But, she
wasn�t going to go down alone.
�Is Lady
ok?� Rin questioned.
�Lady is just
tired.� Kagura answered.
�Rin and Lady
can take a nap together.� The child
smiled and rushed to an empty part of the bed.
She curled up next to the wind demon without hesitation. Kagura was reminded of another child that
liked to sleep with her, except that even in his sleep, Akago looked
controlling and evil. But as Rin smiled
and closed her eyes in complete trust, she looked like and angel. Suddenly, Kagura understood what Akago had
demanded from her for so long, something small children easily gained. Too bad it wasn�t something she could give
freely. It was something everyone needed
to earn on their own. Unconditional
love.
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�Miroku,� Sango
spoke as she kept her eyes shut. The cab
drive had been quiet and peaceful with the exception of a few potholes.
�Yes,� he
replied, smiling in the review mirror.
She was definitely the prettiest fare he had ever picked up.
�I�ve been
thinking.�
�Really, I
thought you were imitating Sleeping Beauty.
I was just about to wake you with a kiss.�
She opened one
eye to glare at the back of his head, but then decided it expended too much
energy. �You said that Mrs. Chapman let
you in?�
�No, I said the
nice American lady from the third floor.
I never got her name.� Replied
semi-defensively
�The only
American lady in the building was Mrs. Chapman.�
�Was?�
�She was moved
to a nursing home a week ago.�
�Then it must
have been another American lady.� Miroku
protested.
Sango sat up
and moved closer to the dividing window, �There is no other American lady.�
�There must
be�We�re here.� He defended himself as
he pulled up to the curb.
�How did you
really get into the building?�
Miroku turned
to and returned her serious stare, �A nice lady let me in.� He insisted, knowing better than to change
his story.
�I will find
out sooner or later, and for your sake, it better be sooner.� She warned before exiting the cab. Miroku sighed. That had been a major oversight. He pulled her file from the seat beside him
and made a notation. He would have to
update the soft copy later. Now was the
time for some sleep.
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Old Miko sat on
back on her chair worriedly. It had been
hours since her children had left.
Unfortunately, that was not a welcoming fact. She now worried for their safety. They had seen Onnanoko; granted, she had been wearing a mask at the time. Close calls like these usually ended in
bloody messes.
This had never
happened before with her twins. They
were the best, even though it hadn�t gone to their heads. They still viewed themselves as humans first,
agents second. Humans were fallible and
made mistakes. Agents were above that. They executed a plan to perfection. Any error was in part of the human
designer. But, the twins were more
sensible than that. If they had been
caught, it was because they were dealing with a formidable foe. Naraku never worried about his partners�
building, but Sango Kizu did. She was
good�too good. A loose end like her
could cost the Agency its cover. It was
a good thing she would be tied up within a month. Too many innocent people would die otherwise.
The older woman
sighed as she looked over the photographs her children had brought her. They had not been happy with the results�
The underground base was buzzing with anticipation. Countless computer terminals were processing
data from different nations and uploading current status reports on pending
Japanese cases. Faces of world leaders,
both political and criminal, flashed through the screens as the agents and
technicians decided what was relevant today.
Otokonoko and Onnanoko walked through the
maze, without stopping at their station.
That would not be necessary. Old
Miko would want to see their results immediately, and Onnanoko was dying to get
the smell of vanilla pudding off her.
They
made their way to the back room with elegant ease. They stopped and formally greeted their
leader before closing the door to the processing chaos behind them. �You got dirty?� Old Miko commented from her place in the
shadows. �Getting dirty was part of Plan
B.�
�The guards were quicker than in any
simulation. They were expecting
us.� Otokonoko explained as Onnanoko
uploaded the pictures. They were dressed
in identical black outfits. The clothes
were of similar constitution, formfitting with elasticity for long range of
motion. The fiber was commonplace, and
neither had any specific markings on their clothes. They were two black nameless ghosts: Puffs of
smoke that distort a hazy picture into perfection. They were twins.
The images of the hand written notes came up
to view. �It is what you feared,� the
younger woman spoke. �Kanna�s notes
reveal that Naraku was able to extract the location of the Shikon no Tama from
the Wolf prince. But, to our advantage,
he has not deciphered the code as of yet.�
�Yes, but, to our disadvantage, neither have
we. Only the Wolf King knows, and he is
dead. Until Kouga ascends to the
thrown�fifty years from now, there is no sure way to know.� Old Miko explained.
�I think he knows.� Otokonoko replied.
�Naraku?� Onnanoko questioned.
�No, Kouga. There was something he said when
I was first promoted to First Class Assassin� �You�ll never see the Shikon
bullets coming.��
�He might just have meant that you�ll never
see who will betray you.� His sister protested.

�No, he meant something else.� Otokonoko protested
�It does not matter. The wolf prince has not regained
consciousness.�
�Is he expected to recover soon, Old
Miko?� They younger woman asked.
�Anything is possible at this point. He is in a state of Limbo. He could pull through, or�� The older woman allowed her words to hand in
the air with their own weight.
�Then, for his sake�� Onnanoko began,
�We need to figure out what 524663
means.� Otokonoko finished.
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Myoga sat in
his office reviewing a personal case
file. His television was off for a
change. Kagome wasn�t reporting this
morning, and he knew why. He looked down
at the report. She had been there with
Inu Yasha.
He sighed and
rubbed his eyes. His usually pristine
suit was wrinkled this morning; he wasn�t feeling much like himself. After so many years of chasing after Taro, he
realized, �I really screwed things up.�
He sighed, again. He had been
young and stupid. His master�s death had
been recent, and he needed to prove his worth.
He should never have yelled at the child�Not when she was morning such a
deep loss.
But, what had
happened in New York
was a disgrace. He knew that now. He had been there on vacation, and had been
called in as a courtesy, since Taro was a Japanese citizen. He was supposed to help the transition for
the family, since it looked like his daughter would need to be sent back to Japan. They had no family in the States. He had loudly voiced his opinion that the man
under the sheet was not Taro, but one of his victims�He didn�t know. How would he, she wasn�t suppose to, but she
did. Somehow she had been able to see
that charred flesh and blood. Somehow,
she had been able to remove the white sheet from his body. She should have been spared from that sight;
instead, her screams filled the building for an hour. Even the sedatives didn�t calm her down.
Myoga looked
down in shame. He had been too much of a
coward to face her then, and now, she and his ward were in danger. No, he would not cower away any longer. He would solve this, and perhaps discover who
killed Taro Higurashi. He didn�t want to
believe the man was dead, but they all needed closure, especially that
traumatized young woman. He needed to do
it for himself and for Inu Yasha as well.
It was time that boy got a break.
Myoga reread
the case file. If there was anything
there to find, he would follow it down until he had a culprit to crucify.
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They were
seated again in the main board room, like they had been the last time, with the
exception that one particular VP was missing.
Sango looked at the vacant seat guiltily as she shuffled some papers in
order. There was a cold tension in the
room, and without looking, she knew that Naraku and Sesshomaru were having a
stare down. She didn�t care much for
demon war games, so she decided to proceed.
�After careful
analysis, I have determined the point of entry.�
�I hope you are
not going to try and blame my son again, for your ineptitude.� Naraku�s venomous words slid off his tongue a
bit too easily. To his disadvantage,
Sango had eaten breakfast, and was ready for a reply.
�My lack or not
of ineptitude is not in question here, but the integrity of the new firewall
system you had us install is.� If looks
could kill, Sango would be ashes in hell.
�I have complained to you on several occasions that it makes it
difficult to recover files. Now, I would
like to add that it also makes hacking into the internal maintenance system
easier. As far as we can tell, there was
one, possibly two intruders last night.
I have suspicions they are the same group from the other week. They hacked into the chimney�s control system,
and shot it off.� Sango began to play a
Power Point, showing images and diagrams of what had occurred. �Then, they used Naraku�s preference of the
lack of security around his office to infiltrate the ventilation system and
hack into video surveillance.
�Once they had
secured the area in front of the vault, they used a voice recording to activate
the lock.�
�How could that
be?� Jaken demanded. �Not only does the voice print need to match,
but so do the words. You also need one
of two combinations of voices.�
�How they
determined the key, I have not been able to determine. The voice prints used were of Lord Sesshomaru
and Lord Inu Yasha. They were cut from
different press conferences and pasted together. Someone smoothed it over the rough edges to
eliminated the static and background noise.
A person can detect that some of the words were choppy, but it was close
enough to the computer�s acceptable range of error to open the vault.
�Once in there,
they shorted the bars protecting Naraku�s property. We do not know if they have taken anything.�
�We noticed
nothing missing.� Kanna spoke up.
�Like last
time?� Sango asked with a raised
eyebrow. Kanna nodded.
�This implies
you have something they want. Something
so valuable they do not bother with anything else. There were 2.5 million dollars worth of
diamonds on an eye leveled shelf. They
didn�t hesitate.�
�Did we get
anything off the escape vehicle?�
�It had no
plates. It was a black SUV with no
markings.�
�What about my
daughter? Why did they attack her?� Naraku demanded. He never referred to her as his daughter.
�The assailant
that attacked her was in no plausible way connected to the other group. He did not use a high tech method of entering
the building, or even of being discrete.
Kagura pressed a few keys and the video of Kagura�s office came into
view. The screen split to also show a
tall bulky man in a trench coat walking up to the receptionist guard and shoot
him. Kagura sat up in her office and
after a few seconds drops everything and grabs her coat and bag.
�I believe she
sensed the danger and tried to rush to her car.� The video showed her running toward her car,
which wasn�t parked in her designated spot.
�The unidentified assailant took the main elevator to the parking complex.� The video showed him grab her. She fought him off valiantly, even after he
knocked her to her knees. Using the new
perspective, she kicked hard in the one place she was sure it would hurt. She got up and raced out of the parking
garage. He was on the ground screaming,
but quickly got up and limped after her.
�We lose video
feed around here, but I believe he chased her into the alley and shot her
there. Since most of the guards were
dealing with the break-in, help did not arrive in time to catch the assailant. On another note, Captain Myoga has informed
me that a man fitting his description was found dismembered near the Tokyo
Water Reserve.�
Sango�s tone
left something in question, and after the quiet stares, she added, �I believe
this was a hit, and the assassin was disciplined for failing.�
�We�ll just
have to add more security around Kagura.
As soon as she regains consciousness, I�ll send a driver for her.� Naraku ordered.
�No.� Sesshomaru�s voice was calm but firm.
�Excuse
me?� Naraku demanded.
�Moving her
could put her at a greater risk. It
would be better to keep her hidden until whoever ordered the hit has been
captured.�
�She is my
offspring. If anyone determines what is
done with her is me. I will not have
this appearance of impropriety staining her good name.�
�No one knows
where she is. Besides, this is the
twenty-first century. People aren�t so
judgmental.�
�My
dear partner,� Naraku�s voice was coated with a false sweetness, �you wouldn�t
be using this opportunity to try to get into my daughter�s pants?�
�Now, Naraku,�
Sesshomaru�s voice was neutral as his emotions remained well hidden, �your
daughter doesn�t wear pants; you won�t let her, which is something I�ve been
meaning to thank you for.�
At first,
everyone expected Naraku to explode, but instead, he just sat back and
laughed. �After she rejects you, do send
her home. Her brother will be
waiting.� With that, the hanyou left the
board room.
�Sango, what
happened at my brother�s bar?�
Sesshomaru asked after the Naraku family had left.
�It was an
amateur time bomb. A whole was drilled
into the gas pipe and the knob was damaged so that gas will fill the room. A candle was left lit on a nearby table. As the gas rose, it filled the ceiling, and
little by little it came closer to the candle.
If it had remained undiscovered, it might have been overlooked as an
accident, since the candles were ones that Inu Yasha had bought for fumigation
purposes. Their scent is supposed to
drive away certain insects.
�The bomber
gave him or herself an hour of margin to get away. There would have been enough gas not only to
completely destroy the building, but at least the one next to it as well. It is hard to calculate how that damage would
affect the rest of the neighborhood, except that it would have been extensive.�
�Why Inu Yasha?�
Sesshomaru asked.
�Perhaps they
want us to believe he was the target, or it might be due to his recent
relationship with Ms. Higurashi. They
might not like him protecting him. Or,
if it were the same people that broke in last night, to cover up the fact that
they used Ms. Higurashi�s recording of the day of the shooting to open up the
vault.� Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow.
�Inu Yasha�s
voice print was hardly tampered with, but after I brought back the background
noise, I recognized the sounds. I have
been over that scene countless times.�
�What does the
girl say about that?�
�I haven�t been
able to question her about it, but I did ask the non-existent brother
casually. He claims that the hospital
mailed him everything from that day, but then added, without being prompted, that
Kagome had been mad that they had lost her new and expensive digital tape
recorder.�
�It might
explain why we never saw that quote on any paper.� Jaken added in thought.
�With all due
respect towards your future sister-in-law,� Sango spoke guardedly, �I don�t
like the fact that her shooting has suddenly been connected to a group that had
been breaking into this building like it was a pay-by-the-hour motel.�
Sesshomaru
nodded in response.
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He was
sweating, but he was shivering. It was
hard to explain. The air was thin, and
it was agitating him. He kept seeing the
candle rolling towards her feet in slow motion.
He could get there in time�he just had to push harder, but he was moving
slower than the candle. He was bracing
himself for the explosion, but he couldn�t let her go. He couldn�t let her die, not like that.
�Inu
Yasha�� I mumbled voice broke through
his dream. He opened his eyes, but all
he saw was pitch blackness. That scent was there: jasmine, embers, holiness and
a touch of vanilla. He immediately
relaxed. She was there in his arms. He
must still be dreaming, but it didn�t matter.
She was safe, he could tell. He
felt her turn towards him, resting her head on his chest. He placed his arms around her. This was a nice dream.
Slowly, he ran
his fingers through her hair, and she mumbled his name again. This was a really nice dream. With his other hand, he traced her jaw line�
not one scar. She was safe and smelling
so deliciously. She soothed him. Placing his index finger underneath her chin,
he pulled her up for a kiss. Her lips
her soft and surprised. This was an
extremely nice dream. She gasped his
name as he deepened the kiss. Some
dreams brought you to heaven. This was
one of them.
The kiss ended
tenderly as he pulled her tightly towards him, completely unaware that the
scenery behind him was changing.
Quickly, as if someone was running through the forest, the mural began
to change. Branches and bushes appeared
and disappeared as the trail began to twist and turn. The mural exploded into a sudden stop,
pulsing in tune with Inu Yasha youkai.
The scene had change�zoomed into something hidden in the distance. The painted hanyou watched with closed eyes
as the couple breathed each other�s names.
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Another update!
I�m doing well, except that I think I hit another block. I was surprised that a bunch of you didn�t
bother with the question. Oh well. Any how, life is busy, so enjoy it while you
can.
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