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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Chapter 17
News Break

Somewhere in
the warehouse district, a renovated apartment was aglow with a ghastly
light. Within the confines of a
windowless room, a wall was bright with color as a mural began to move. The long red snake-like demon screamed as it
was sucked into the black hole inside the monk�s right hand. The sky became black and sinister as hard
winds surrounded the monk. The crater
grew in size as he threw a purple-bead rosary over his wind void. Pulling the curse hand towards him, the painting
froze again. The pained look of
knowledge was clear on the monk�s face.
His curse would consume him soon.
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Miroku held his
arm protectively as he watched the dark figures pull away. His arm pulsed with burning pain. Bullets were the second most painful things
to swallow. Demon venom was the
first. �Are you alright?� Sango asked as she rushed to his side. He released a guttural moan of pain when she
touched his arm.
�Peachy�� He grumbled in response. �You�ok?�
He gasped out of breath.
�Fine thanks to
you�what was that?� She asked looking at
his rosary covered hand suspiciously.
�My
curse�� It was then Miroku�s legs
decided to give in. Sango barely had
enough time to react, catching him in the knick of time. She helped him sit by nearby wall. Gently, she felt his forehead for a fever,
and was very displeased to find it cold and sweaty.
�Is this
normal?�
�For
bullets�� He replied as the alley
stopped spinning. Semi automatic meant
more than his normal share of the metallic poison.
She looked at
his hand again and asked, �So, the rosary seals it?� He nodded.
�That explains your taste in jewelry.�
She tried to joke.
�If the beads
do not cover the Kazaana, then there would be no way to control it. It would grow in size and power until it
consumed me.�
�Can you get
sucked into your own void?�
�That�s how my
father died.�
�You�re
father?� She asked confused.
�The terrorists
he discovered decided to mark him, so that he would not be able to hide. They cursed his right hand with the Kazaana,
an air void that would grow until it consumed him. Unfortunately, instead of consuming itself as
well, the void would move to his eldest son�s right hand.�
�So you weren�t
lying when you said you�re hand was curse.�
Sango stated flatly.
�I would never
lie to you.� He replied softly.
�That still does�t explain what
your hand is doing on my ass!�
�Part of the
curse.� Miroku replied as he pulled
away. She held her temper. He had just taken two magazines worth of
bullets for her. She would spare him
this one time.
�I see that
you�re feeling better.� She replied
standing up. She moved in front of him
and offered him a hand.
�I feel good
enough to pay those goons a visit.� He
replied looking in the direction the interlopers had gone.
�To bad we
don�t know who they were, or who sent them.�
�Oh, I wouldn�t
say that. I only know one person who
would put SWORD69 as his license plate.�
�Why do I have
a feeling I�m not going to like this?�
�You�re very
observant.� Miroku replied, �Now, we
need to get me into some tight leather pants�preferably purple.� Sango gave him a strange look that spoke
volumes of her opinion on his sanity.
�I�ll explain on the way.�
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�It�s dinner
time! It�s dinner time! It�s dinner time!� The child burst into Kagura�s room screaming
and immediately threw herself on the queen size bed. �Pretty Lady gets to come and eat with Rin
and Sesshomaru-sama and Jaken-sama. Lady
will come, right?� The child asked while
jumping vigorously on the bed.
�Who gave you
sugar?� Kagura demanded as she tried to
follow the girl with her eyes. She was
going to fall and hit her head; Kagura was sure of it.
�No one! Rin�s just really happy Lady�s coming to
dinner. I can do a cartwheel-Does Lady
want Rin to do a cartwheel?�
�Maybe
later.� Kagura replied quickly. �Could you stop jumping for one second?�
�Okay!� The child froze mid jump holding a rather
amusing pose. Kagura smiled before she
asked,
�Now, what are
you rambling about dinner?�
�It�s dinner
time.�
�I gathered as
much.�
�And
Sesshomaru-sama sent Rin up here to tell Lady to come down to dinner. Sesshomaru-sama said there should be clothes
in the closet, and for Rin not to play with anymore of them.�
�Why do you
keep taking in third person?�
Rin stopped and
broke her mid-jump pose. She looked
around before replying, �There isn�t a third person here.�
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Inu Yasha was
serving a rather large order of bad beer for a rather large, drunk and stupid
group of misfits that had taken over his pool tables. Normally, they would be the kind that got on
his nerves, but today, they and their platinum cards were welcomed. He had already had to close the night before,
and was almost not allowed to open tonight.
Luckily, he never bothered to board up the windows the night before,
allowing all the gas to escape. It still
gave him the chills to think how close he had been to a sure death�how close
she had been.
�Shippo, take
these over.� He demanded.
�How about a
please?�
�How about I
break your neck.� Inu Yasha retorted as
his smart mouth employee took the tray.
The red-haired boy was young reckless, and trying desperately to make
himself known. One of these days, Inu
Yasha would give him a punch that should send him straight to his mother in heaven,
but, instead, the boy would return it.
That day, Inu Yasha would admit the cub had turned into a man. Until then, he was just another kid with a
smart mouth that deserved a bit of disciplining.
Her scent hit
him before the door closed behind her.
Jasmine, embers and a touch of holiness flaunted into his bar. Jeans and a tank top should not look that
good on a woman. It was a sin. He barely had time to react before one of the
drunk and ugly crossed her path. �Hey
beautiful, want to have some funnnnnn?�
Whether the last word was stretched out for emphasis or because he was
drunk, she did not care.
�That�s what
I�m trying to do, so if you don�t mind, get out of my way.� She replied flatly as she moved around
him. One of the drawbacks of being drunk
is not understanding simple concepts. Coming
from a woman, no means no. Coming from a
Miko, it means get the hell away from me.
�We can have
loads of fun in my car�It�s just outside.�
He replied as he grabbed her arm.
Normally, she would place a hand over his wrist and wait a second for
his brain to register his neurons signaling pain. She was unimpressed by the rows of shinny
sharp fangs, the scale-like skin and the biceps the size of her head. In the end, all demons were all the same. But today, Kagome never got the chance.
Inu Yasha�s
hand was already around the demons neck.
�Get your hands off my woman.�
The growl was low, feral, and, he later than the gods, in a language
that Kagome could not understand. The
growl was universal among men, and even one as drunk and stupid as the one that
crossed the line that night understood the combination of growl/neck chock the
dog hanyou was using.
Shippo watched
in silent amazement as the other demon backed away slowly. Inu Yasha then sent a warning glare to all
else in the bar. It was understood. No one would dare make a move on the young
miko. It took a few seconds before
Shippo recognized the girl. She was the
one that had dropped off the pants. She
was a looker. She looked a lot like his favorite
morning reporter. Perhaps that�s why Inu
Yasha had taken a liking to her. The dog
demon hadn�t had a girlfriend in�well, Shippo couldn�t
remember the man having anyone that was around longer than a week.
�Hi, I�m
Shippo.� The cheery fox introduced
himself when he reached the quiet couple at the bar. She turned to him and smiled,
�Kagome.� This made the fox stop and think for a
second.
�Like the TV
reporter? That must be cool.� No way would a famous sophisticated woman be
with Inu Yasha.
�She is the TV
reporter, dimwit!� Inu Yasha growled,
not appreciating the curious looks from his customers. They shouldn�t be looking at her like that.
�Inu Yasha, be
nice.� She scolded.
�But-but,
you�re the girl that had his pants and jacket the other day!� Shippo protested.
�That�s cuz she
stole them, at gun point!�
�Do you know
another way to get you out them?� Kagome
shot back. Shippo was beginning to
hyperventilate. How could this be
happening? She was the perfect
respectable woman! There must be another
explanation. It must be a private joke
between the two.
�What are you
doing here?� Inu Yasha demanded.
�I came to see
how you were doing. You didn�t seem well
when you left this morning�you didn�t even eat breakfast.�
Shippo swore
that a sword had just jabbed his heart.
What could Inu Yasha possibly have to attract such a woman?
�I wasn�t
hungry.� He replied.
�Are you hungry
now?� She asked quietly.
�Why?�
�I want to
talk.�
�About?�
�About what
happened in my kitchen this morning�About what would have happened if my
brother hadn�t interrupted.�
Shippo began to
whimper. All hope was lost. She was Inu Yasha�s.
�Are you
ok?� Kagome turned to Shippo with a
concern glance, just realizing he was still there. �You look pale.� She added as she placed a hand on his
forehead. It seemed cool enough, but the
hand over her wrist was hot and tight.
Inu Yasha growled as he pulled her away.
�Don�t smother
the kid. You�ll turn him into a
pansy.� Inu Yasha complained as he
walked her to the back of the bar.
�Shippo watch the bar.�
The door open a short brunet with amethyst
colored eyes walked in. Shippo
recognized her from his morning math class.
She was the reason he would ever take math at seven in the morning� She
was the reason he would ever take math.
There was no sense in nursing a broken heart by oneself. He was sure Luna would love to help him with
that one.
�What�s your
poison, beautiful?� He asked in the
sexiest voice he could, when she sat down in front of him. She smiled shyly before looking into his eyes
and replied, �You.�
Shippo suddenly
become hot around the collar. Yes, she
would do in deed.
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�Are you sure
my butt doesn�t look too big in these?�
Miroku asked as they stepped out of his cab. They had swung by his apartment, where he
quickly changed. He had noticed the shift
in the mural, but ignored it. Now wasn�t
the time for it. Now was the time for
leather pants that were a size too small.
Sango�s annoyed
look was all he needed. �Don�t forget
that you�re watching my butt.�
�I�ll make sure
no one hits you from behind.� She
replied in a half-annoyed voice. The
pants were giving her an interesting visual, but it wasn�t a pleasant one. With the tight purple leather pants and the
half opened shirt, he reminded her of a guy she had met while in New York. He had given her the tour of the best gay
clubs in town.
�I�m not worried
about getting hit. I�m worried about
getting pinched. You have no idea the
obsession that man has with my butt. I
just can�t stand people that can�t keep their hands to themselves.�
Sango paused to
give him a hard glare. �It should
inspire you to keep your hands off innocent women.�
�There is a
difference my dear Sango. I caress, not
pinch.� He explained as they headed up
the steps of an innocently looking townhouse on the edge of Tokyo.
The street was well lit and clean.
It looked like the kind of place an older couple would retire to.
�So, who am I
protecting your butt from, anyhow?�
�Jakotsu.� Miroku answered nonchalantly.
�Jakotsu�Shichinintai, Jakotsu?
Jakotsu, as in the guy that is heading the sex trade industry in Asia? The guy who
the media accuses of torturing his enemies and dismembering them while they�re
still alive?� Sango demanded in an exalted voice.
�Well, when you
put it like that, you make him sound like not such a nice guy.� Miroku teased. �It�s only half true.�
�Which half,
the part of torturing or the part of dismembering?� Sango never received an answer, for at that
moment, the door opened, and a butler that could have passed off as a brick
wall, ushered them inside.
Sango tensed up
at the sight of extremely sharp swords, daggers and knives hanging on the red walls. There were dark velvet curtains draped on the
windows, while the house was decorated in steel and glass. From the top floor, the screams and moans of
couples floated down and assaulted their ears.
She felt as if she were walking into the house of a dominatrix. In retrospect, she realized, she was.
They walked
into the candlelit study, though she wasn�t surprised that Miroku knew the way,
or that they weren�t searched. Somehow,
she felt Miroku was more involved with illegal gangs than he would admit. It would explain how the sister got the
connection.
�Oh, if it
isn�t the finest ass in all of Tokyo!� A sinisterly cheery voice chirped. The man was dressed in a short satin kimono
and pink leather pants. The kimono had
an abstract design of the sea in tones of pink, red and white. There was hot pink lip gloss on his collagen
treated mouth, and his silky brown hair was pulled up in a French twist. He was a thin man with generous hips and a
small waist. If it wasn�t for his
exposed pectorals, Sango would have thought him a woman. Even his voice had a soft feminine
quality. She was sure it was what the
critics called fem fatale. And, having it placed in the red velvet room,
made him look more surreal.
�Jakotsu.� Miroku greeted. Sango remained quiet, but the sex lord
noticed her.
�I see you have
a new leash. She can�t please you like I
can. Her whip isn�t as tightly
flung.� He accused.
Sango raised an
eyebrow in response before replying in a very confident voice, �Don�t judge
what you haven�t sampled.� Jakotsu
turned towards her and examined her. Her
stance was confident as she stood in his office dressed in tight black
clothes. Her eyes were dark with hidden
mischief, daring him to challenge her.
Her hair was pulled tight in a high ponytail. She was radiating with inner power. He did not doubt she was a good Dom, but no
one compared to him.
Miroku gave a
surprise glance towards the security chief.
Perhaps, he should take a different road in seducing her� �I saw your boys tonight. They were quite rude, interrupting my date.� Miroku walked closer, making sure his host
was able to view �the goods.�
�You deserved
it! You�ve been very naughty.� Jakotsu pouted. Sango raised an eyebrow. She felt like she was in an old black and
white movie.
�Oh, what have
I done?�
�Besides not
accepting any of my play date?�
�I never accept
any of your play dates.� Miroku spoke
firmly, or as firmly as he could while trying to breathe. His pants were killing him. How did Jakotsu do it?
�Her name is
Madame Centipede.�
�Who?�
�I know you
drive your cab down town, Miroku.� By
the tone of his voice, Sango could tell he was implying something else. �Don�t tell me you haven�t seen her
shop. She�s taking my best costumers
while charging more!� He whined.
�I haven�t been
working.� Miroku lied, but Jakotsu
understood.
�So, you
haven�t been sending your fares to her?�
He pouted as he strutted himself towards the young monk.
�I only pick up
women.� Miroku reassured, �And if I�m
going to give them advice of bedroom games, I would do it person��
Miroku never
finished his sentence. Jakotsu had tried
to pull a dagger to his throat, but Sango had caught his hand in time. �Keep your hands off my man!� Sango ordered as she twisted his arm behind
him. Jakotsu giggled in response and dropped the knife.
�I don�t
usually play with girls, but for you, I would make an exception.� Sango pulled away immediately. She felt dirty touching him.
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Kagura didn�t
want to go to dinner. She would much rather
stay in her room brooding, though the four walls were beginning to remind her
of the coffin. She didn�t want to
associate herself more than she had to with the demon lord. She knew only dangerous things could come of
this game. She was determined not to go,
but that�s when the child started pouting and begging and crying. Kagura would have ripped out her own eyes if
it would have kept her quiet.
�Lady can�t
wear that!� Rin protested when Kagura
found an expensive red sweat suit.
�Why not?�
�Sesshomaru-sama
says dinner is an o-kay-xion.� Rin did
her best to sound out each syllable.
That word always gave her trouble.
�Everybody has to dress nice for it, even Rin.� She finished her statement by twirling in her
pink kimono. She was more than
presentable, and Kagura thought it a crime.
A child that energetic should be set out in a muddy yard and allowed to
play until she�s too exhausted to make any noise.
�Maybe I really
shouldn�t go.� Kagura thought out
loud. She wasn�t in the mood for dress
up.
�No, Lady has
to come. That way Rin has someone to
talk to. Jaken-sama is always talking to
Sesshomaru-sama, and Sesshomaru-sama doesn�t talk to anyone.� The child whined.
�Fine.� That sad
voice was enough to drive a saint to murder.
�Lady could
wear the red dress.�
�Rin,� Kagura
began as she pulled the spaghetti strapped dress over her head, �my name is
Kagura, not Lady.�
�Does this mean
that Kagura-sama will be Rin�s friend?�
�Don�t call me
Kagura-sama�just Kagura.� The older
woman corrected as she examined her refection.
She wasn�t prepared for the tight squeeze of her waist. She looked down at the child looking back at
her with misty eyes. She felt her heart
skip a beat and was momentarily frozen by the action. She had been separated from it for so long,
she had almost forgotten how it felt like.
What was this child doing to her?
�Dinner has
been served.� A whiny voice
announced. The two women turned to see
the toad looking very displeased at them.
�Sesshomaru-sama doesn�t like to be kept waiting.�
�Sorry
Jaken-sama, but Lady�Kagura,� she corrected herself quickly, �needed to get dressed.�
�Your master
should know, not to rush perfection.�
Kagura added as she straitened the silk dress. Red was definitely her color. The dress draped her knees, where it flared
out a bit. It was a nice clean cut,
though it exposed enough cleavage to make her uncomfortable. Turning sideways, she noticed the exposed
spider birthmark. It would not due to
have him see it. Grabbing a nearby
shawl, she wrapped herself in it. She
stopped to put on a pair of shoes. Even
in her weaken state, she still preferred spike heels.
�Are Kagura and
Rin going to put on lipstick?� the child asked enthusiastically.
Kagura nodded,
painting the girl�s lips first. No one
had bothered to remove her usual long bead earrings, so she felt prepared. She waited for Jaken to escort them.
Sesshomaru was
not prepared for the sight that beheld him.
There was a quiet serenity in her aura tonight: he had never seen her
like this. Taking a well guarded glance
at her legs, he remembered why he thanked the gods every morning for the
invention of skirts. She approached and
bowed respectfully, but not as low as etiquette would have required. He motioned for the chair next to his, and as
she took her seat, he caught a strong whiff of her scent. After a day of sleeping in his house, it
smelled as if she were wearing his scent as perfume. His eyes flashed crimson in response.
The dinning
room was formal and cold, decorated with feudal swords and family
tapestries. It was a staple of high
Japanese taste and culture. Kagura was
not surprised that Rin had insisted on her joining them. It must be a terribly boring affair for such
a hyper-active child. She was impressed
by Rin�s display of good manners. The
minute she stepped into Sesshomaru�s presence, the child calmed down and behaved
properly. Kagura was reminded about
something she had read in Pride and Prejudice, �Children should be seen,
not heard.� Kagura had the sudden desire
to start a food fight with the young girl.
The meal
started quietly enough, no one bothering to speak. The only noise was of the toad slurping his
soup. The exasperatingly sulky sound
assaulted Kagura�s ears. He kept sucking
and slurping the liquid. It was
deafening. She grabbed her spoon and
contemplated shoving it down the toad�s throat, but that would dirty her new
dress. �How was your day?� She finally asked her host.
The toad gasped
and dropped his spoon. At least it shut
him up.
�Only speak
when spoken to.� Rin whispered from her
place at her right.
�Uneventful, as
most Thursdays,� Sesshomaru replied as he ignored the aghast look he was
receiving from his right hand man, �yours?�
�A bit
boring�there is not much to do in that room.�
�Then, you�ll
be glad to know that your father sent you work.
He doesn�t want you to lose your edge while you�re in bed.�
�Oh, the man is
so thoughtful.� Kagura replied
sarcastically. �Who has he assigned to
take over my duties? Akago?�
�No,
Kanna.� Kagura looked up in
surprise. �They seem to have had a bit
of a falling out.�
�It won�t
last.� Kagura concluded as she analyzed
that bit of information.
�I�m not sure,
spider demons are known for their long grudges.� Kagura dropped her spoon and froze as she
felt all blood rush away from her skin.
She turned towards him with a spiteful look in her eyes.
�You were there
when they changed me?� She demanded.
Sesshomaru
looked at her with little interest.
�Does it matter? I already knew.�
�You were just
confirming.� Her words were dripping
with sarcasm as the child and the toad watched the interaction with more than
mild interest.
�If I was going
to have his offspring in my house, I wanted to know how they were marked. Do you know that you can�t remove it with
laser?� Sesshomaru replied as if it was
the most normal thing in the world.
�You also can�t
remove it with fire, hydrochloric acid or by cutting the skin out!� She informed.
�You had no right examining me in such a manner.�
�That is your
opinion, but be aware that in my house, I have a right to do what ever I
wish.� His voice was saturated with innuendos,
from promising a quick death, to promising a prolonged night of passion. The youkai lord was not your usual male.
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Kagome thought
it would be easy. She would go to his
bar, let him off the hook, and they�d be friends. It was that or act as if nothing had ever
happened, and since she didn�t do that very well, she opted for talking. She should have known better. Immediately, she noticed how tense and wound
up he was. She assumed it was a result
of the last few days. October was
becoming one of those cursed months you just wanted to rip out of he
calendar.
�I�m sorry
about this morning.� She began the
minute the door closed behind them.
�What about?�
�Everything�we
shouldn�t have fought over it.� She
tried to remain calm but his nervous energy was contagious.
�Do you regret
it?�
�Fighting? Yes I do.
You�re a really nice guy.� The
comment threw him off guard. No one ever
described him as a �nice� guy. �You�re
quickly becoming someone I care about, and I don�t want a misunderstanding to
mess up our friendship.�
�Misunderstanding?� She had used the evil F word with him. That was low, even for her. He paced up to know, making the bare office
seem more confining.
�I didn�t
regret the kiss.� She refused to back
down. �We both wanted it. It was right, at the time, but I�m also aware
of your dislike of my scent.� Why was it
getting so hot in there?
�Who said I
dislike your scent?� He demanded as he
began to mover her into a corner.
�You
did�remember? The night we met�� she
offered.
�I said it
could offend some of my customers, not that it offended me.� He corrected with a growl.
�What is it you
want from me, Inu Yasha?� She suddenly
demanded. She was tired of this
confusing predatory game he kept playing.
�Nothing. You�re the one that demands we take closer
looks at everything. I sneeze, I must be
sick. It rains, the gods must be
angry. I kiss you: it must mean I love
you!� He yelled back. Fighting, now that, he was good at.
�Forget
you!� Kagome screamed as she pushed
passed him. �Do forgive me for
caring!�
�The only
person you care about is yourself!� He
shot back. He regretted the words before
they finished leaving his mouth, but he wasn�t going back out of them. He was too proud. �Nothing is ever good enough for you!�
�No Inu Yasha,
it�s you who is too good for this world.�
Her words were firm, but he could hear her sadness. It cut his heart in half. He didn�t stop her as she stormed out of his
office. It was better that way.
She wanted to
kill him for that. Is that what he
really thought of her? A spoiled snob he
couldn�t stand. Someone he thought too
full of herself to be good enough for him.
She knew she should be happy about this.
This would make her job easier.
She could go back to tailing him and prepping him from afar. She would be just another reporter when he
took his rightful place in Full Moon Enterprises. She walked towards the back exit of the bar,
pretending to buy her own argument. She
held the doorknob tightly, knowing that if she left, she wouldn�t come
back. Looking down, she saw something
familiar. By the door were two empty
cans of red paint and a couple of dirty brushes. It was the color she had picked out.
She
shouldn�t. Turning around would only
cause problems. But, by the time that
thought registered, she was already walking back into his office. He looked at her in surprise as she continued
with her angry self-righteous rant. �And
for the record,� she pulled him down to her level by grabbing the collar of his
shirt, �I do care about you. And, you should feel lucky to have kissed me
because I�m a damn good kisser!� She
pulled his mouth against hers and unleashed her passion. Her teeth were teasing, her tongue
demanding. He was lost in a sea of her
and it made him dizzy. It wasn�t until
he tasted her blood in his mouth that he snapped out of it.
She pulled
away, having cut her tongue on his fang.
Turning away indignantly, she proceeded to make her exit. She never made it out of the room.
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Well, here�s
this week�s installment. There seams to
be a bit of confusion here. When I said
no comment last week, I meant, I had no comments. Not for you guys not to review. I love your reviews.
Anyhow, one of
you guys thought the scene with Akago and Kagura in bed came out of a
movie. It didn�t. It came out of my own sick mind. Sorry about that.
By the way,
lemon in the next chapter (NC-17 sites only)! Can you guess who? Cookies to whoever can guess what it was
meant by Miroku driving his cab downtown.
After I wrote that sentence, I realize how wrong it sounded, but that�s
part of the fun. Can you imagine being
Sango in that Room?
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lots of reviews!
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Beautiful Miscommunications