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Chapter List
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Chapter 16:
No News is Good News

�Honey, I�m
home.� The chirpy voiced muffled into
the dark room. It was undeniably happy
and male. Why on Earth would a man be
calling him honey? The warm body resting
on his chest moaned an incoherent response.
Inu Yasha relaxed. The voice
wasn�t talking to him; it was talking to the sleeping girl�
Why was a man calling his woman honey? It wasn�t the anger as much as the
suddenness of the thought that stunned him.
His woman? Who was he to say
that? But, somehow that sounded
right. Had they�? Had she�?
Would she�? He tried to remember
but it was foggy� He had had a dream. A
nice dream�a very nice dream� OK, one of those dreams that confirms the
existence of heaven.
She had kissed
him back. She had allowed him to tuck
her securely in his arms and protect her.
She had gasped his name in the darkness�trusting him. Had it been a dream, or was he dreaming now?
The man�s
voice was getting closer. Inu Yasha
growled a warning that went unabated. �Don�t
tell me you�re still asleep! It�s almost
eight a.m.: Time to rejoin the
living! It�s going to be a busy day for
the both of us!�
Inu Yasha felt
the urge to kill him simply for being so happy at this inhumane hour. Rejoin the living? Even the dead were opposed to that! Not at eight
o�clock in the morning.
�Come on
sleepy head! I want to catch some Z�s
before we leave. I need to make sure you
make it into the shower. I know you. You won�t get up for God.�
Like hell he
was going to see Kagome into the shower.
Dream or no dream, only Inu Yasha was allowed to throw her in
there. The hanyou flexed his claws,
preparing for an attack.
�Kagome?� The man asked as he entered the room and
turned the lights on. Inu Yasha growled
in pain as the sudden flash blinded him.
Kagome moaned in discomfort, and a very surprised taxi driver rushed out
of the room. �Sorry sis; I didn�t know
you had company��
It took Miroku
a few minutes to grasp the situation.
Kagome was in bed with a man.
That was a first. The man happened
to be the story she was chasing. That
was an infraction of ethics. Another
first. By the looks of things, the young
miko had greatly enjoyed the company of the hanyou. Three firsts in one night� This was a sure sign that the apocalypse was
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�I hate when
he does that!� Kagome complained as she
rubbed her eyes. �One of these days, I�m
going to dump a bucket of ice water on him.
That should wake him up nicely.
Inu Yasha
nearly grumbled as he got his bearings straight. He now wished to kill Miroku for different
reasons. The thought stopped him. He had been jealous. That wasn�t a new feeling. He�d been jealous of everything and everyone
for most of his life. But, to be jealous
about Kagome� He shook his head. He knew he was screwed.
�What the
fuck!� His words were more effective in
waking Kagome up than Miroku�s turning on the lights.
�What�s the
matter?� She asked turning towards him,
and quickly realized why he was upset.
�It never did that before.� They
both stared at the mural quietly. The
hanyou stood before them, pinned to the tree.
He had somehow become the focal point of the mural as he stayed there
with a bowed head. Silver locks framed
his soft features. He had to be a boy of
seventeen or so, but with his eyes closed softly, his face seemed younger.
�Miroku!�
Kagome called, �Come in here!�
�I don�t want
to see any more surprises. And for your
sake, I hope you used a condom.�
�Get your mind
out of the gutter and get your skinny butt in here!� Kagome called trying to hide her
embarrassment. Luckily, Inu Yasha didn�t
seem too preoccupied with her brother�s words.
�What?� Miroku asked as he entered the room. He knew she only called his butt skinny when
she was mad. She pointed at the mural,
and he jumped back. �So you covered up a
perfectly good mural with his face�granted a bit younger��
�It did that
by itself.� Kagome complained as Inu
Yasha placed a hand above the paint.
Slowly, he touched it, almost as if he were afraid of damaging it.
�The paint is
dry.� He commented.
�How does a
mural repaint itself?� Kagome demanded
�It doest�and
it didn�t.� Miroku quickly added. �It just zoomed in on itself.�
�How?� Inu Yasha questioned.
�Well, the
paintbrushes were owned by a painter believed to be possessed by the Shikon no
Tama�Kotatsu¹;as a result, everything he drew came to
life. Perhaps, the story contains some
truth.�
�But it did
not come to life.� Inu Yasha protested.
�No, but it
developed a life of its own. It decided
to change, grow, expand��
�Why now? It�s been dormant for three years.� Kagome protested, interrupting her brother.
�Perhaps, Inu
Yasha�s youki provoked it. What really
did go on last night?� Miroku pressed.
�Nothing
improper.� Kagome answered curtly. She didn�t appreciate the monk�s tone.
�Well,
whatever it was�it woke up this painting.
Inu Yasha,� Miroku turned to the hanyou, �do I need to take you outside
and beat you up for dishonoring my sister?�
�Keh!� Inu Yasha pushed past him. The room felt too small.
�You should be
nicer to the man whose pants you�re wearing.�
Miroku shouted back.
�I�m taking a
shower.� Kagome announced.
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They were
loud. The sounds of the lawyers, bankers
and politicians relaxing with a few of the worlds finest filled the
brothel. It didn�t surprise Madam
Centipede that most of them were here for a little S & M. How could anyone enjoy being tied up and punished, she would never
understand. But, it funded her
escapades, and the Agency hadn�t made a move to stop her. She had only been in business for a few hours,
and already, she had more demand than she could satiate, proving that her
reputation still held some power in this town.
She had started reasonably, 100 thousand yen² for half an
hour with one of her girls. The demand shot up so high, her current
customers were paying 520 thousand yen², and the ones that had
booked for this afternoon had already agreed to what would become her basic
rate: one million yen².
But, it was
neither the sounds of her business hard at work, or the cash register filling
up that was keeping her awake. She had
felt its rush. She had had the privilege
of touching the Shikon no Tama before it was lost�it may have been a previous
life, but she remembered its distinct energy signature. Not even Naraku had that advantage. It was how she knew where it was. It was how she knew it would reemerge
soon. It was how she knew that someone
had stirred it. The pieces were falling
into place. The priestess and the hanyou
were going to play out their parts. Their
love will bloom, taint and force the Shikon to reappear.
The line
between love and hate is hazy at best.
Love would soon turn to hate, and end the purification of the
jewel. Only she knew when and where that
would take place. She laughed
evilly. She had made the mistake of
being rash and quick in the past. This
time, she would take her time. She
approached the mirror and smiled, �The jewel will be mine. The world will be mine. He
will be mine.�
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Naraku stared
into the street, his keen eyes focusing on the direction he knew Kagura
was. Even he was unable to see that far,
but it comforted to know he could still sense her aura. She was recuperating quickly. She would be ready to return to work
soon. She knew better than to try and
hide behind Sesshomaru. She knew the
truth. Only he could kill them. Only he knew were their hearts were. He had taken Akago�s and Kanna�s for
protection. He didn�t want them
killed. They were too valuable. He had taken Kagura�s to keep her in check. She was too important to lose to the other
team.
Though she
wasn�t as informed as Kanna, Kagura was smart and inquisitive. Besides, when you fell into her target range,
you were as good as dead. He had only
survived her wrath because he controlled her.
She knew that the moment he suspected she had turned on him, he would
squeeze the last bit of life from her heart.
Although, the prospect of keeping her there as a mole did whet his
appetite, he knew it wasn�t worth the risk.
No, Kagura needed to be back by his side as soon as possible. The situation between Kanna and Akago was
tense enough as it was. He knew his
eldest had directed her rage at his youngest.
Normally, that would concern him, but she was too loyal to harm
him.
Somehow, the
delicate balance of powers had been shifted.
He was certain that nothing good would come out of Kagura�s fall. Somehow, he knew that it would bring an end. To what, it was too soon to tell. Sesshomaru was too interested in her to
ignore. He might try to use her to break
their partnership agreement. Naraku
would have Kanna review the original contract.
Then, there would be the tension between Kagura and Akago. She would refuse to be his mother, now. This would complicate things since the boy
insisted he wanted her. What for? None of them had had mothers, and they had
turned out just fine. The curious
question that was left, what would happen if Kanna and Kagura joined
forces? What would they do? Kanna had always kept Kagura grounded, but in
her current state�they might dare to do away with Akago. That he wouldn�t permit, but somehow, they
would gain his permission for it.
He was now
left with a choice: His son, or his daughters.
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Kagome was
busying herself with breakfast when Inu Yasha got out of the shower. She heard him wake up her brother. By the sound of how hard Miroku had hit the
floor, the hanyou had gained his revenge.
She heard his quiet footsteps bring him to the kitchen as she chopped
tomatoes and peppers. The large knife
felt heavy and uneasy in her hand. �Do
you like mushrooms in your eggs?� She
asked when she felt his eyes on her back.
She was directly across from him, on the other end of the rectangular
room.
There was no
response.
�Silence
implies consent.� She warned as she
added the chopped peppers and tomatoes to the hot skillet.
He moved
towards her.
�If you don�t
say otherwise, you�ll get mushrooms.
Again, he
remained silent.
�Fine,
mushrooms it is.� She replied slightly
annoyed as she opened a cabinet above her head. A hand stopped her. She felt her heartbeat quicken. Something wasn�t right about this. His other hand reached around to box her
in. Her back was caught tightly between
the counter and his body. Talk about a
hard spot!
His voice was
hot and wet as he ask softly, �Is that what happened last night? Consent?�
�You make it
sound like we had sex.� She replied
uneasily, removing her hand from the door.
She couldn�t see his eyes and it bothered her. They could be crimson, and if they were, she
wasn�t sure what had provoked him. Also,
she couldn�t see his reaction. His eyes
were so telling. She would have to pray
that his voice would be a little more revealing than usual. �I�m not stupid Inu Yasha. I know sometimes a kiss is just a kiss, and
last night��
He didn�t help
her finish her sentence.
�We were both
under so much stress, and after what happened at the Shrine, and at the bar�it
seemed natural. I don�t regret it if
that�s what you�re wondering.� She
replied, hating that he now knew more than she.
�Why did you
ask me to stay?� His voice was husky and
demanding, though Kagome had a feeling that his proximity was making her
judgment hazy.
�It was late�I
didn�t want you get into an accident.�
�You�re
lying.�
�I hate when
you do that!� She protested as she
forced him to let her turn. The smell of
the tomatoes and peppers beginning to burn filled the kitchen. �It�s not fair.�
�I can�t turn
off my nose, you know!� He growled as
his golden eyes flashed. �Why did you
ask me to stay?�
�Because I
didn�t want to be alone!� She yelled
back. �And, I knew you didn�t want to
either.� She finished quietly before
breaking through his confinement. Taking
a wooden spoon from a nearby drawer, she began stirring it.
He stood in
silence watching her as she cooked. He
had spent his shower trying to decide how to handle the situation, and finally
decided to let her decide. Had it been
just a kiss, or something more, she would let him know, or at least that had
been the plan.
He had been
certain that she would not hesitate to inform him her feelings. He had been wrong. Then the thought crossed his head. What if she doesn�t want to decide? What if she walks away? Inu Yasha tensed up. He could still taste her on his lips, smell
her on his skin and feel her aura around his.
He had to do something, but communicating had never been his strong
point.
�You�re
right. I don�t want to be alone.� He finally spoke gruffly, hoping she would
get the insinuation. She tensed. He could smell her doubt. There was no gain without risk. He approached her softly. He would show her. She couldn�t misinterpret that. He took a step closer. She looked at him in confusion as he leaned
down. Her heartbeat accelerated at the
rate of a car at the Daytona 500. He
brushed a few wet strands from her face.
Hadn�t she washed it last night as well?
He ignored the
thought as the smell of jasmine, embers and holiness flooded him. He moistened his lips, and she parted hers in
response. Her eyes were heavy as he
refused to break eye contact. She wasn�t
pulling away. She wasn�t saying no. Silence implies consent, she had said. Was she consenting?
He was ready:
no more teasing. He moved in for the
kill. �Hey something smells great! Save me some!� A voice broke their trance as the bathroom
door slammed shut. Inu Yasha growled and
moved away as Kagome quickly recovered her bearings.
�You�re
playing a dangerous game, Inu Yasha.�
Her warning fell on deaf ears. He
had already left the apartment.
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It was mid
afternoon when the curtains in Kagura�s room fluttered in the wind. The movement brought her out of her deep
recuperative sleep. She looked around. The child was gone. Rin had said something about school. Kagura sat up and looked at the open window
warily. None of them had been open this
morning. Then, there was that scent�
�Show
yourself!�
Onnanoko moved
from the dark corner and removed her mask.
�What are you
doing here?�
�I�m
sorry. It�s my fault. I was supposed to protect you.�
Kagura laughed
softly, �It was bound to happen sooner or later.�
Onnanoko
walked up to the bed and saw the purse on the nightstand. She picked it up and looked inside. Removing a white package from it she
continued, �You weren�t even able to use the weapon I obtained for you.�
�The time was
not right to reveal myself.� Kagura
assured. Before her stood the only
person she could trust blindly.
�This isn�t
right. You have served the Agency for
far too long. Naraku would have
succeeded long ago if it hadn�t been for your leaks.�
�Or for you
guys to work them so well that he wasn�t able to see that there was a
leak.� Kagura assured. �Though, I�m not sure how much more use I�ll
be. He tried to kill me�I don�t
understand why he hired a hit man. The
only thing I can come up with is that he wanted to frame someone for my
death. I always knew the day would come
when I would be more valuable to him dead than alive. I had always hoped to be strong enough to
kill him by then.�
�We believe
Akago planned the hit.�
�That would
explain why I�m still alive.� Kagura
sighed, half in relief and half in resignation.
�Then, it was just a lesson. But,
I don�t know what I could have done that would warrant Naraku allowing the
secret of our hearts to be revealed.
�He might not
have sanctioned it. We always knew the
day would come that he would be unable to control Akago.�
Kagura nodded.
�I should be
able to return to the apartment sometime tonight.�
�No.�
�What?� Kagura asked surprise.
�I can�t
protect you there�� Onnanoko looked at
the door cautiously before continuing. �You held up your end of the
bargain. Old Miko has consented. You are going to be relocated to an obscure
place with a new identity immediately after we free your heart.�
�You can�t
risk another break in so soon. It has
only been a few weeks since the last one.
They will be expecting you.�
�Actually, I
was in the building yesterday.�
�I know; I saw
you.�
�No, in the
evening. We needed to get Kanna�s
files.�
�Then there is
no other way into the building left.
Those were the only two flaws to the design.� Kagura protested.
�Don�t worry;
my brother will find a way. That is why,
as soon as we have your heart, you need to be able to move. By this time next month, you�ll be in that
tropical island you wanted. I promise.�
Kagura�s eyes
turned towards the door as the knob turned.
She was muted as Sesshomaru entered the room. She paled as she turned towards Onnanoko, but
she was gone. The only trace of her was
a slight edge to the air of her scent.
�Haven�t you ever heard of knocking?�
She demanded. Had she had a heart
in her chest, she was sure it would have skipped a few beats.
He raised an
eyebrow and sniffed the air. �Who was
the miko in here?�
�The only one
I remember was your ward. Who came in or
out while I was unconscious, I cannot say.�
�Rin was
here?� He questioned as he walked over
to the open window. He pulled the
curtains open before looking outside.
Finding nothing, he closed it.
�Don�t�I like
the breeze.� She protested. He nodded.
�How are you
feeling?�
�Better. Don�t worry.
I can be out of your house by this evening.�
�There is no
rush.� He assured quietly. �I�m quite enjoying teasing your
father.�
She rolled her
eyes in annoyance. Men.
�My offer
still stands. I could help you better
here.�
�I explained
it to you already.�
�He can�t hurt
you here.� Sesshomaru pressed.
�He doesn�t
have to be here�He has my heart.�
Sesshomaru
raised an eyebrow.
�He wouldn�t
dare do it while you were under my roof.�
She knew he
was right�at least not at first.
Besides, she could work something out to convince her father to let her
stay. But, she couldn�t willingly
consent. Onnanoko had told her not to
return to her father. Her only option
was to stay here. Remembering something
she had seen human women do over the centuries, she decided to try it.
She looked at
him with worried eyes. She didn�t speak,
but looked away, worrying her lower lip.
She could tell by the steps he took towards her that it was working.
�Kagura�� His voice was soft, but as stoic as always.
�What if
you�re wrong?� She demanded. Sesshomaru sat by her side, already knowing
he had won the battle.
�I�m not. Do you know where he keeps your heart?�
She
nodded. �He keeps them in three separate
places. His and Akago�s, no one knows
where�Kanna�s is at the Bank Vault, and mine he likes to keep handy. It would either be in his desk, or in the
Building�s Vault�the back safe. Only he can
open it.�
It would be
hard, but not impossible to retrieve it.
�Call your
father. Tell him you�re staying.� He walked towards the door.
�Stay.� He turned in surprise. �I want you to hear this.� He nodded.
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the familiar number. �Kanna, I need to speak with
Naraku�Naraku? Yes, I should be able to
leave here by this evening� Though, it would be a shame�Nothing like that! I meant his private office is just a floor
below me. It would be a shame to be this
close to it and not take a look�I would, but his limo just pulled in. I would like to stay a few days. I�m sure I can convince the doctor that I�m
not healthy enough to be moved�It was three bullets after all.
�Look, I�m not
stupid. You�re not going to set me free
until you get the Shikon no Tama. And
then, my freedom will most likely be death, but if I manage to upset years of
your dislike by finding a clue to the Tama�s whereabouts in the famous
Takahashi scrolls, I might be able to persuade you to do differently�Well, why
else would you give Akago permission to use me for target practice.� A long pause followed.
�I presume
that the individual has been properly disposed off. You can�t have hit men thinking it�s alright
to target us. Then, what is the problem?
�What are you
rambling about? I�m always
sensible�Well, that would be because usually I storm right into your office and
express my feelings. This time, I had
time to think it over; besides, a taste of death is all I want.� This final response seemed to appease the
hanyou. She hung up the phone and said,
�Three days.�
�You�re a good
liar.�
�How else
would I have gotten to be VP of Public Relations?� Sesshomaru turned to leave, but stopped at
the doorway.
�Why did you
say Akago used you for target practice?�
�He ordered
the hit; didn�t he?�
�We can�t
prove that.�
�Luckily for
me, I don�t need to. I know the
brat. He�s been itching to push my
buttons for some time.� The wind demon
watched her companion leave. She
wondered how much of it he had bought.
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It had been five thirty when someone knocked on Sango�s office
door. It had been five forty-five when Miroku dragged her out of the
building. She owed him a date, and he
was determined to get it. It had been six o�clock when she slapped him for the first
time that night.
After that,
they had dinner, and a surprisingly enjoyable conversation. Miroku was quite social, and for the
exception of the pouting females that kept trying to distract him, she loved
the restaurant he had picked. The little
Italian bistro was cozy and casual. Many
of the cliental were in jeans sitting around round tables laughing. But, most importantly, the food was
delicious.
�How�s your
sister doing?� She dared to ask as they
finished their dessert.
�She�s been
better. The 19^th is always a
hard day for her. Inu Yasha has been
helping her though�I think they may be getting close.� He answered flatly.
�You don�t
like him for her?�
�He was her
story. Ethically, it�s going to tear her
apart.�
�He�s a great
guy.� Sango protested.
�And she�s a
great girl.� He smiled. �But, I�m still her brother, and I do worry.�
�You have
given up a lot for her� What would you be doing if you were still in the
States?�
Miroku
shrugged. �I hated it.�
�Hated what?�
�I worked for
NASA.�
�Space Agency
NASA?�
�Is there
another one?� Miroku replied sarcastically. He enjoyed the look of surprise on her face.
�Doing
what?� She demanded.
�Programming
satellites�global positioning systems�that sort of thing.� When she gave him an incredulous look, he
continued, �I did go to school. I
graduated form MIT top of my class.�
�What are you
doing driving a cab?�
�I like
it.� He shrugged. �There is a hell of a lot less pressure when
you are not working with machinery that costs billions of dollars. And then the Department of Defense is so
picky��
�Defense?� She questioned in confusion.
�When we were
programming their satellite�you know, we always need to know where that oil
is.� He laughed. �From what you know of me, do you think I
would survive in a high pressure government job for long?�
�No,� Sango
agreed. �I didn�t figure you for the
programmer type either.�
�I left my
pocket protector in the States.� Miroku
joked. Sango laughed, trying to read
this new side of him. �Come on, let�s go
for a walk.� He offered as he asked for
the check. She offered to pay, but he
refused.
They were on
the street by seven fifteen. They walked side by side for a few minutes
telling jokes and laughing, but soon they quicken their step. For the past block, a black car had been
following them. �Miroku�� Sango tried to warn.
�The
alley�� He ushered her to run. The car stopped and two figures chased after
them.
�It�s a dead
end.� Sango realized slightly too
late. They were trapped.
�Keep
going!� Miroku ordered as he turned to
face their attackers. The men raised their
semi-automatic guns and aimed.
�This is a
warning.� The first one said as Miroku
raised his gloved hand.
They opened
fire. Sango screamed his name as he
pulled his prayer beads away. The air
void he had been hiding opened, sucking the bullets in. The men emptied their weapons before
retreating. Miroku closed his Kazanna
before turning towards Sango. She looked
at him it total shock. Looking at his
hand, she remembered something else. The
mural in his room wasn�t of a demon attacking a priest. It was a priest sucking a demon into the hole
in his hand!
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1. The
evil painter that appeared in the episode after the introduction of Miroku.
2. 100
thousand yen approximately $1000; 520,000 ~ $5,000; 1 mill~$10,000
No comments this week. Don�t expect an update for another week.
Oh, I just realize I could end this story in
5 to 6 chapters. Things are about to get
juicy. It looks like there is a huge
citrus chapter coming up. I have as of
now three lemons in mind. These will
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