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Chapter 20:
The Coverage
The
Shichinintai family consisted of seven Crime Lords who were not biologically
related to each other. They had
originally formed the group with the intention of having fun while performing a
few hits for some quick cash, but with the growing markets for depravity, they
soon found that their special talents could give them an empire. Though originally, their fearless leader,
Bankotsu, objected to the expansion, the money that rushed in quickly changed
his mind. Nothing was done in the
Japanese underworld that these men, who high society described as independently
wealthy, did not approve.
So, if a public
park was blown up, creating a four block radius of damage, without their
authorization, something was terribly wrong.
This was the sole reason Jakotsu was not complaining about waking up
hours before lunch. He, more than anyone
else, had something to lose. You didn’t
place a hit with the Shichinintai without having it approved by him. He had not approved it. In fact, he hadn’t even heard of it.
When he entered
his dinning room, he wasn’t surprised to find his brothers were already there.
Bankotsu sat at the head of the table with one leg draped over the arm
of his chair. His baggy jeans and silk
shirt were an immaculate shade of white, and his low braid was brushed to
perfection. Though his posture did not
reflect the discipline of his grooming, it did reflect something more important
to his family. He wanted this situation disposed off
immediately.
Jakotsu quickly
pinned his hair up with chopsticks as he glance around the table. He could tell that Mukotsu was angry. The short bugged-eyed man was huffing about
missing his flight to the States.
Looking around, he noticed the tired and angry faces of his
companions. It looked like a sea of irate
silence.
“So, who do we
thank for this?” Jakotsu finally spoke
up. As in response, the windows
exploded, sending sharp shards of glass at the crime family. Out of pure reflex, they were able to duck
for cover, with the exception of one brother. Kyoukotsu, who currently held the world
record for being the tallest human alive, didn’t blink as the glass attacked
him. He just brushed it off. Not being the brightest of the seven,
Kyoukotsu was more likely to prove his usefulness in brut strength and nothing
else, which was why he was usually in charge of ripping the heads of the
Shichinintai enemies.
“What the
fuck?” Bankotsu screamed as he stood up,
only to stare into a gun barrel.
“I should be
asking you the same thing.” Otokonoko
replied as he pressed a key on a square device he was holding. The clock started to count down from one
minute thirty seconds. “We had an
understanding.”
“So?” Bankotsu asked, completely ignoring the bomb
the intruder had thrown on the center of the dinning room table.
“This is so
old!” Jakotsu yawned. “You’re too overly dramatic, Otokonoko, even
for me.” His voice reflected his boredom
as four of the other men looked at him with anger. Kyoukotsu was either too
stupid to know what was going on, or that even he couldn’t survive the blast of
the device from such proximity.
“The Agency has
allowed you to continue your operations with the condition that things like a
terrorist attack would be reported to us!”
Otokonoko accused as he narrowed his eyes.
“The Agency
hasn’t allowed us anything.” Bankotsu
retorted. “You guys need us. We keep the things you fear away.”
“We fear crazy
idiots blowing up parks!”
“Funny, we just
blow those bastards up.” Jakotsu
complained. The device beeped, signaling
the thirty second marker.
“Since you’re
here, I assume you don’t know who did this, either.” Bankotsu complained.
“Usually, when
a hit that large goes down, we at least get to sell the explosives!” Mukotsu complained, “But, this hit was done
completely independent of us. Now, if
you don’t mind, would you shut off your damn bomb? I have a wedding in two days I cannot miss.”
“What
bomb?” Otokonoko asked without turning
towards him. “I was just timing how long
it would take me to get you seven to talk.”
He shrugged as the counter reached zero.
The device beeped as it released black smoke. The Shichinintai began to cough. They cursed as they tried to move in on their
uninvited guest. The smoke filled the
room, and soon they were unable to see anything.
It cleared away
a few minutes later. Bankotsu looked
around. He wasn’t expecting to find
Otokonoko there. He cursed. The damn Agency was getting on his
nerves.
“Boss?” Jakotsu asked as he contemplated the damage
done to his beautiful dinning room.
“They’re not
worth the aggravation.” The older male
roared. “Inform everyone, they are no
longer under our protection.”
“Who?” Kyoukotsu asked confused.
“The damn
Agency!”
“What about the
Higurashis?” Jakotsu asked with a
mischievous sparkle in his eye.
“I don’t
fucking care what happens to the lot of them.
In fact, Jakotsu, why don’t you add them to your toy collection?” Jakotsu beamed at the possibility. “Now, who the fuck blew up that damn park?”
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Madame
Centipede waited patiently around the corner of the old Higurashi Shrine. In her possession, she held the first leaf
the God’s Tree had sprouted since the fire.
It had been a fruitful trip. She
smiled as she stretched in the back of her black limo. She was waiting for Naraku: Akago Naraku, to
be exact. She needed to move quickly; by
the looks of the news coverage, discovery was eminent.
She turned the
volume up as she saw Kagome reporting in front of the rubble that used to be a
park.
“Though the
death toll has stopped at ten, the numbered of injured have not. They are being sent to the surrounding
hospitals. Volunteers from the Medical University
are rushing to Midoriko
Elementary School, where
those with minor injuries are being sent for treatment. It has been a difficult day, but we are all
pulling through with the help of the prayers of those at home and the help of
civilians, police, firefighters and paramedics.
“Captain Myoga
has informed me that two of the boys found earlier this morning in the park
have been identified. Due to trouble
contacting the families, the names will not be released as of yet. If you fear that a love one might have been
caught up in the blast, you can check on the homepage of the Tokyo Police
Department. Every hour, on the hour, an
updated list of injured, not deceased, just the injured, is posted. It also contains the hospital contact
information where they were sent.”
Madame
Centipede could tell that the jewel remained unharmed, but with the tension in
the air, she knew there would be trouble.
The door opened, and in came a small child.
“Why did you
call me so early?”
“So
direct? You must get that from
Kagura.” The witch smiled with rows of
fangs at the look of distaste on the young boys face. “I have a business proposition for you, which
your father cannot know about.”
“Oh?”
“I can get you
the Shikon no Tama.”
Akago’s
eyebrows rose in question.
“The thing is…I
want you to use it to destroy your father.
I want revenge for what he did to my tail.”
“Why should I
betray him?” Akago asked dismissively as
he stared out the window.
“Because, that
will be the only way you can fully claim the wind demon as your mother.” She instigated. This caught the young boy’s attention. “All I need from you is a sample of Naraku’s
miasma, and a little help digging out the jewel. It is well protected at the moment. Can you handle that?” She
paused before continuing, “You know he will kill her after he has the
jewel. Kagura has crossed him too many
times.” Akago smiled as he looked at the
screen. Kagome was standing in front of
the devastated daycare.
“Captain Myoga
has just confirmed that four explosive devices were used to decimate the
park. A fifth one was placed just below
the daycare, giving the police new suspicions of the assailants true motives.”
He smiled. There was nothing he couldn’t handle.
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Kagura groaned
in pain. Every cell in her body
ached. She felt exhausted. She groaned again. Truthfully, she was tired of sleeping. She tried to stretched, but immediately regretted
it. It only made the pain worse. She opened one eye and was greeted by
darkness. This time she moaned. Making a tremendous effort, she opened her
other eye. There was a digital clock in
front of her: four thirty. Was it
morning or evening?
Her stomach
rumbled. It was then she discovered the
smell of cheese and cold cuts. Why would
there be cheese and cold cuts in her room?
She sat up, ignoring the pain.
She was naked. Why was she
naked? She looked around the dark room,
noticing the forbearing furniture made of ebony. The design and taste were impeccable, but
left a feeling of coldness. It looked
like a room display in a fancy furniture store:
The kind everyone admires, but can never afford to buy. This wasn’t her room. This wasn’t the guest room. Two days of waking up in strange beds, and she
hated it.
Had she gone
somewhere last night? Let’s see, she had
worked a little…gone to bed. She had a
nice dream about flying over the ocean naked, which made her thirsty. She also had been hungry. Yes, she remembered. She had gone down to get a midnight
snack. She paled as the smell of sex hit
her. What had they done?
Kagura rushed
out of the bed. She needed a
shower. She needed clothes. She needed to get out of that room before he
came back. The last thing she wanted was
to admit to their indiscretion, and if he brought her to his room, then, he
wanted to make a big deal of it. She
paused. Actually, he had made a big deal
the night before when he refused to let her get some rest. The man was insatiable if not
sensational.
No, she would
not give him the satisfaction of knowing he had worn her out. She would grab her clothes, shower, and be
ready to pretend nothing happened when he got home from work. Failing to find her clothes, she grabbed his
robe. Something was something, and if
she was lucky, she wouldn’t run into anyone while she did her “walk of shame.”
The lights came
on. She stiffened as his scent reached
her. She was screwed.
“Did you just
wake up?” He asked nonchalantly, which
inferred he was truly interested. At
this point, there was no use lying, but there was no use giving him any
information.
“Is it any of
your concern?” She retorted as she
turned to face him.
“Why wouldn’t
it be?” He remained firm, but there
seemed to be wariness edged into his features.
She had never seen him look so tired.
“I’m none of
your concern.” His eyebrows furrowed
momentarily. She could sense his anger,
which was strange coming from a man that held himself in check so well.
“Yes you are,”
he replied calmly, “or, have you forgotten our promise.” He replied as he moved his fingers to trace his
mark on her neck. She froze. She was dead; it was only a matter of time.
“I didn’t agree
to this.”
“Yes you
did.” He retorted. “Last night, you agreed to anything and
everything I wanted.” She could feel
herself tremble. This was bad. “But, now that you’ve slept in the entire
day, perhaps I should remind you why you agreed with me.” She stepped back.
“All day? What time is it?” She demanded.
“It’s almost
five in the evening.” She could kick
herself. This would only serve to
inflate his ego. “You should eat first. You will need the energy.”
Her eyes burned
with an inner fury. “You’re full of
yourself.”
Sesshomaru
quirked an eyebrow in response.
“Last night was
a one time deal…a moment of weakness.
It’s best forgotten.” She spoke
firmly. She didn’t like the way he was
looking at her. It sent chills down her
spine for all the wrong reasons.
“Oh?”
“Yes!” She spoke firmly.
“And, why is
that?” He pressed as he took another
step towards her. She wanted to step
back, but she had to hold her ground.
“First and
foremost, my father would not approve.”
“I will take
care of that.” He promised stepping
forward.
It was her turn
to raise an eyebrow in question. “Free
me? So that you can have me?” The
accusation was clear in her voice. “I
refuse to be a slave!” She took a step
closer, her eyes glowing.
“You’re jumping
to conclusions.” He replied
dismissively.
“Am I? Why else would you mark me? Do you think I’m stupid? I know what your obsession is with me! You just want to have something to throw in
Naraku’s face. I will not be your
toy!” He growled, tired of the
argument. Why was she being
unreasonable? It was what she
wanted. Wasn’t it what she had whimpered
between lovemaking the night before? Oh, to be free and love as I wish. Those were her words. He had savored her screams of pleasure as she
locked her legs around his waist and buried her nails deep into his back. She had begged him to continue, as she kept
praising every Kami in the heaven. Even
when he took her in her sleep, she curled onto him and smiled softly. Where was all of this anger coming from? After the hellish day he had, he didn’t want
to deal with it. All he wanted was to
take her to his bed, and have her help him release some of the stress of the
day.
“Kagura…” He never finished.
“If this is the
price of your help, Sesshomaru, I don’t want it.” With those words, she stormed out of his
room. He didn’t bother to stop her. It wasn’t worth the aggravation. She would come to her senses sooner or later. After all, she had gotten a taste for
him. It wouldn’t be long before she
wanted more. He removed his tie, sat on
his bed and took a deep breath. The air
was saturated with the smell of her, sex, sweat and him. How could he relax when part of his anatomy
was strained thinking of her? He was
going to spend a long night in the exercise room.
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Kagome walked
slowly through the darkening street as she walked through the debris with
little effort. The police had set up a
control station by the hardware store.
It had surprisingly only suffered minimal damages, compared to the other
buildings. Though the windows had
shattered, and most of the products had fallen out of their shelves, a few of
which had fallen as well, the structure remained intact. She found Myoga talking with a few other
officers. When she approached, he became
quiet. She had gotten the sensation all
day that he was mad at her. Why? She didn’t understand. She had set aside their personal differences
to do her job. At the moment, informing
the public and assisting in the rescue efforts was more important than their
personal history.
“Ms.
Higurashi,” he nodded in recognition, “isn’t it a bit early for your next
report.”
“I’m going off
duty. Someone else from the network is
taking over; they are going through sound check now. “Have you seen Inu Yasha?”
“He went back
to his bar. He’s afraid of
looters.” Myoga justified, though Kagome
didn’t believe him. Looking at the
darkening sky, she asked,
“How badly hurt
is he?”
Myoga was
slightly taken aback by the concern in her voice. She turned towards him slowly, and he
suddenly became ashamed of having ever though her capable of blowing up the
bar. Her eyes carried a wealth of
sadness and worry. She cared for the
hanyou. Turning away, he replied in a
quiet voice,
“He’s seen
worse.”
She nodded and
headed towards the bar. She would not
leave him alone, not in that state.
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Kagura had been
angry when she stormed into the guest room.
The hot shower hadn’t changed that by much, and finding she would have
to wear the clothes he had provided, added more wood to the fire. She had almost forgotten to call Naraku. It was when she was looking for something to
throw across the room that she saw her phone, and remembered what she was
supposed to do.
“Kagura,” his
voice was smooth and silky as he answered the call personally, “I was expecting
an earlier call.
“They’re
keeping me sedated during the day.” She
blurted out. It was similar to the
truth.
“I suspected as
much.”
“I found a
possible lead for the Shikon no Tama.”
“Yes, I know; I
saw.”
“You saw?” She asked as she felt the ever growing seed
of fear settle in her stomach.
“You’re heart
reveals more than you would like. But,
the situation has been taken care off.”
“Taken care
off?” She asked in confusion. What else had he seen?
“Yes, you might
want to turn on the television. Any
channel will do.” He finished hanging
up. She did as she was told, and saw the
destruction that assaulted the park. She
dropped the remote as the screen changed to show the daycare center.
“The explosion
occurred around five in the morning.”
Sesshomaru explained. She jumped
at the sound of his voice. How long had
he been standing there? He had showered
and changed into a pair of sweats pants, though he seemed to have forgotten the
shirt. He looked at her pale and
confused face without revealing a hint of his emotion. “Five dynamite explosives were used. There were ten deaths; the majority belonged
to the local daycare. For some strange
reason, the assailants saw the need to place one of the explosives just below
the daycare. Normally, this wouldn’t
have done much damage, but, multiplied by the four other explosions, the house
collapsed within itself. Those inside
where either killed by the falling debris or smoke inhalation caused by the
subsequent fire.” His voice was cold as
she placed her hand over her stomach, hoping it would stop turning. “Why would anyone single out a daycare?” He question, and even though she didn’t
intend to, she answered,
“Akago.”
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“Inu Yasha!”
Kagome called as she made her way up the stairs. He hadn’t bothered to remove the planks, and
since she could still feel the pain in her now bandaged foot, she decided to
proceed with caution. “Are you here?”
“Go away!” He called back, “I told you that I wanted to
be alone!”
She made it to
the door without much incident. Turning
the knob, she was happy to find out that he hadn’t locked it. He was sitting in the center of the living
room watching the sun set.
“I can’t leave
you alone like this.”
“Why not?” He protested.
“Listen, you
self-righteous jerk!” Something inside
her snapped. “Do you know how scared I
was when I felt the explosion, knowing you were out there? When I saw you lying there on your back, not
breathing… Kami, Inu Yasha, I thought I was going to die!” She was screaming, as tears were rushing down
her cheeks. All the stress of the day
had caught up with her.
He stood up and
turned towards her. As the light rushed
out of the room, she saw the silver slowly wash out of his hair as his dog ears
slowly shrink until they had disappeared into his head. When he opened his eyes, the golden orbs she
loved so much were no longer there. He
was in pain. He was in a lot of
pain. His broken ribs had not completely
healed yet, and his body was soar from all of the day’s activities. “I love you, and I don’t want to lose
you.” Kagome spoke again as she walked
towards him, wiping away her tears.
Placing a hand on his smooth cheek, she kissed his lips lightly. “I don’t care what you look like, Inu
Yasha. What I love is in here.” She
finished placing her index finger over his heart.
“Kagome…” He
whispered, returning her kiss. His hand
traced her bandaged hand.
“Just a
sprain.” She replied, in hopes of making
the injury look less serious. Since the
explosion had occurred so early in the morning, most of the victims had either
been in bed or the shower. Most of the
injuries were caused by falling debris or bad falls. The worst were of smoke inhalation caused by
minor fires and poor ventilation. In all
considerations, they had been lucky. Had
the bombs been closer to the main gas line, the whole neighborhood would have
collapsed. “Come home with me.” She begged.
“I’m not
leaving my bar unprotected.” He argued.
“No one is
going to come tonight. The city is shell
shocked. The looting will most likely be
tomorrow.” She protested. “It’s not safe here.”
“I got one of
the guys to do a quick inspection; they said the structure was sound.” Inu Yasha protested as his deep violate eyes
buried themselves in her heart. “You
should go.”
“I’m not going
to leave you alone. I almost lost you
once today. I won’t risk letting you out
of my sight.” She protested as she
traced his jaw line. Then, with a soft
smile, she reached up and kissed him softly.
Her lips were sweet and innocent, provoking Inu Yasha to deepen the
contact. He needed her like he needed
the air around him.
Though the kiss
was passionate, it wasn’t full of abandoned hunger. Each was savoring the other, as they realized
that they had been an inch from never being able to do this again. “I love you.”
He whispered into her ear. She
looked up and smiled as she pulled him down for another kiss. Their hunger became demanding, as he slipped
his hands underneath her shirt. His
touch was soft and delicate, giving her chills.
She gasped in pleasure as he moved to her neck. His human canines did their best to bite and
tease the area. She closed her eyes and
moaned in pleasure.
They wanted
this. They needed it. He pulled her shirt over her head, and let it
fall by them. He was pleasantly surprised
to find her without a bra. Her nipples
harden in the cool breeze of the night.
She was gasping for air as his delicate fingers traced the contours of
her breasts, exploring with graceful awe.
Her skin was soft and silky beneath his rough fingertips. She moved her hands to remove his shirt. He hissed in pain as he moved his arms. She was looking at him with worried
eyes. “You need to take it easy.” She whispered as she threw his shirt next to
hers. “Let me.” She whispered as she undid his jeans and
pushed them down.
Seeing the
discarded blanket from the night before, she took a moment to spread it out and
helped him lay back on it. He
smiled. She was so tender with him; it
almost made him forget he could not be in charge tonight. Almost.
As soon as she
had removed his shoes and pants, she moved back to remove the final
article. Her movements were slow and
tender, almost mystical. Inu Yasha
gasped as her soft fingers traced the outline of his manhood. He was so hard, it hurt, but he didn’t want
to rush it. Tonight wasn’t about
desire. It was about something else all
together. Something he wasn’t too
familiar with.
Turning towards
his pants, she pulled out his wallet, and looked through it until she found
what she was looking for. He raised an
eyebrow, before she replied, “Better safe than sorry.” He couldn’t help but laugh at her, even
though he was more curious about how she knew that he always had one of those
there. She unrolled the condom before
slipping it over him. He helped her
adjust it.
She moved over
him slowly, mindful of his broken ribs and her sprained wrist. She did her best to balance her weight on her
other hand as she kissed each inch of his body, from his forehead to his toes. Inu Yasha, groaned in pain and pleasure. He needed her and soon. She could feel the need coiling up between
her legs, but she insisted on savoring the moment. She moved between his legs and kissed and
licked the inside of his thighs, enjoying the sounds he was making. She moved up his bikini line, where, without
warning, she began to suck. He gasped in
complete pleasure. She was going to kill
him.
He hadn’t
noticed when she had moved above him, just the warmth of her body as she slowly
enveloped him. She kept here eyes on his
and a soft smile on her lips. He was
overwhelmed. No one had ever looked at
him that way. When he was fully inside
her, she closed her eyes and moaned in pure pleasure. She felt complete.
His warm hands
moved to her hips, in hopes of helping her balance. Keeping her weight primarily on her good
hand, she began to move slowly. He
gasped as the friction consumed him.
Their movements were slow and delicate at first, but soon their passion
flooded their movements. She moved
faster as he enjoyed watching her. He was
aroused by the loving care took in pleasing him. He would have to reward her later. Moving one hand away from her hips, he began
to caress her breast. The moans of
pleasure as she threw her head back told him she enjoyed his hands, and he
couldn’t wait until he was healthy enough to show her what they could really do.
He captured one
breast in his mouth as she sped up. The
heat and need from the friction was consuming them. She could feel the love she felt for him
pooling between her legs. The damn was
beginning to overflow as they moved to the best of their abilities, ignoring
the pain of their wounds, to the rhythm of their hearts. Sweat covered their bodies as he began to
convulse around him. “Inu Yasha…” she
gasped, unable to hold on much longer, “I love you.” The words had barely left her mouth when they
came together. It was
mind-shattering. Neither had ever felt
such pleasure. She collapsed on him, and
he ignored the pain as she tried, to the best of her ability to move out of the
way. She was exhausted as he hugged her
close.
“I love you,
too.” He whispered into her hair as she fell asleep. As soon as the sun rose, he would show her
what a hanyou could do.
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Sorry for the
delay, but the last two weeks have been hell for me. To sum it all up, my relationship with my
boyfriend has spun way out of control, to the point that he “needs time to find
himself.” I’ve been running from doctor
to doctor to get my insurance set up. I
got a parking ticket, just before someone broke into my care and stole my
radio. Did a nice number on my dash
board, too. I have spent my last two
Saturday nights crying myself to sleep because of my wonderful boyfriends actions,
and as luck will have it, I’ve been flooded by romance movies all weekend. I’m waiting for my physical’s test results,
and at this rate I’m scared. The way the
universe is conspiring against me, I’m not sure what they’ll find. Anyhow, don’t expect an update soon. I probably won’t get to it anytime soon.
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