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Chapter 22: Breaking
the Story

Kagura stared
out of the dark window as the dog demon in her bed snored lightly. In a bitter chuckle, she realized that she
had worn out the insatiable Takahashi.
Men: they always thought themselves greater than they ever could ever
be.
She
sighed. There were no stars in the sky,
and by the dark outlines of the clouds, she could tell it was going to
rain�rain hard. Naraku would be pleased. The rain would delay the clean up
effort. It would give him the advantage
he needed to claim the jewel. Though,
she was greatly surprised that he hadn�t retrieved it yet. There must be something or someone still
protecting it. She would find out
tomorrow. She was sure he would tell her
before he killed her.
Her eyes
drifted from her glass bars to her new prison guard. Even in the darkness of the room, she could
make out his features. The navy blue
sheet was thrown carelessly over his thighs, failing to hide his muscular
legs. The hard lines of his sculpted
abdomen, where her fingers had danced only minutes prior, seemed harder in the
dark, as if they were made of marble. Then,
there was his chest: hard, sculpted, delicious�just like his arms. The only blemish was the scar on his left
bicep, where Inu Yasha had cut his arm in a fight years ago. They say that the relationship between the
brothers improved afterwards. Kagura
doubted it. How much more volatile could
it have been?
She shook her
head as she raised her eyes to see his face.
He was an elegant man, even when asleep.
She wasn�t sure how he kept his hair so silky or smooth after all the
games they had played. Her own was in
tangles pinned sloppily above her head.
She shrugged; it was probably for the same reason he still looked
threatening in his sleep. Though his facial
features were somewhat feminine, the hard line of his lips reminded you of whom
he really was.
It didn�t
matter. If she wanted to live, she
should leave before dawn. She was sure
Onnanoko would come through for her. The
alternative was unacceptable. She had
been a slave to a man for centuries. She
wasn�t going to risk her life just to change masters, and that was what
Sesshomaru wanted.
She wasn�t
stupid. She had originally gone down to
see what was taking so long, and when she had seen the open door to his office,
she had gotten an idea. A bit of role
playing had never hurt anyone, and she was curious if there was an easier, or
at least more enjoyable, way of making him sign the morning papers. That�s when she had seen it: the little bag
of candy. She didn�t figure Sesshomaru
for a sweets man, so she assumed they must be for Rin. That�s when she remembered something the
little girl had told her, �Sango always has candy for Rin when she comes see
Sesshomaru-sama.�
It didn�t take
long for Kagura to connect the pieces.
If the security chief had been here today, after all that had happened
in her bedroom, then, Sesshomaru must be planning to steal her heart. He would hold the same power over her as her
father. She would not allow it.
Her eyes drifted
again towards the sleeping lord. Kagura
had tried to deny it. She didn�t want it
to be true�why? She wasn�t sure, but it
was important for her to prove him innocent.
Maybe the meeting had been scheduled prior to their rutting. Perhaps he needed to sign some papers before the end of the day. So, she did the only thing she could: She
tried to make him confess. She had
gotten on her knees for him, but he kept his mouth shut. Somehow, she managed to push back all the
unwanted emotions and lose her head in physical sensations, but the sensations
had ended. The time for reflection had
returned.
He turned
towards her, his golden eyes glowing in the dark. �What are you doing over there?� He asked softly as his husky voice fell thick
within the walls of the room.
�Thinking.� She answered honestly as she turned to her
observations outside her window.
�Of what?�
�You.� Why lie?
It never solved anything, and in her dealings with Sesshomaru, it had
only gotten her into trouble.
She never saw
the smirk-like smile on his lips as he walked up behind her. He admired her slim figure wrapped in his
robe carelessly covering her skin. He
looked at the nape of her neck and admired his mark. It had been the best decision of his
life. She had proven herself to be able
to stand shoulder to shoulder with him in the bedroom, shower, stairs�the brief
interlude in the hallway, etc. She would
bare strong pups, and most importantly, she would never bore him.
�Why are you
standing here?� He asked, whispering in
her ear, as he slipped his arms around her.
She couldn�t help but lean on him; she was exhausted.
�Why not?� What
was he playing?
He kissed her
cheek lightly. Startled, she turned
towards him. �Why did you do that?� Her fingers traced the offended area lightly,
unsure of the meaning.
�Why not?� He replied.
She sighed as
she walked towards the chair by the vanity.
�I�m too tired for these games.�
She turned away from him, examining her reflection. She was flushed with dark circles underneath
her sparkling tired eyes. She was going
to be sick.
�Then, what do
you want to do?�
�Rest.� Even she was surprised by her honesty.
�We can take a
nap.� He offered as he cautiously
examined her. He had noticed the new
tension spread through her body. At
first, he attributed to the ticking of the clock, but now, he knew there was
more to it.
�I don�t want
to sleep.� She confessed as she reached
for her hairbrush, but gave up before she had to lift it.
He sat behind
her, on the bed, examining her cautiously.
�If you can�t
trust me, who can you trust?�
The suddenness
of the question made her jump.
�What kind of
question is that?� She demanded.
�A valid
one.� He replied as she turned towards
him, her anger fueling her movements.
�How can I
trust a man that takes me to his bed without trusting me?�
He raised an
eyebrow.
�It�s a valid
question.� She replied smoothly.
�But not the
answer to my question.�
�Who can I
trust better than you?� She thought for
a moment before standing up. �How about
those who have showed me more loyalty�more trust.�
�If I don�t
trust you, what were you doing in my bed?�
He retorted, though he seemed calmed and unfazed by the situation.
�You trusted
yourself capable of controlling me.�
�Then, why did
I fall asleep while you were still awake?�
�Exhaustion.� She replied, slightly startled by the
admission.
He
chuckled. �Don�t underestimate me.�
�I wasn�t the
one snoring a few minutes ago.�
�I do not
snore.�
She rolled her
eyes.
He stretched
his hand towards her. Looking down, she
saw her own reach out to meet his.
�If you can�t
trust me, who can you trust?�
�Who do you
trust?� She retorted.
He stood up and
pulled her towards him. �You.�
Her heart
skipped a beat. �I need fresh air.� She complained as she placed a hand over her
chest. Her heart? Someone had disturbed it.
�Kagura?� He questioned.
�I need fresh
air.� She repeated- her skin pale.
He nodded
before leading her out of the room. The
gardens were pleasant this time of night.
It wasn�t until he opened the back door, and the cool air brushed
against her skin, she realized that she had forgotten the most important
question, �Shouldn�t you put on a pair of pants?�
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Onnanoko held a
bloody towel firmly against her brother�s shoulder. �I can�t believe she shot me!� He complained below her.
The night was
dark as storm clouds moved towards them.
Otokonoko was seated next to her, biting down on a spare towel. He had almost forgotten how much bullets can
sting. There hadn�t been enough time to
remove the bullet, just to contain the bleeding. By the look of things, he would have to
retire from braking into office buildings�at least for a few months.
�I can. We were uninvited guests.�
�Alright, I
can�t believe she didn�t miss.�
�I can. She�s almost as good as me.�
�Can you be a
bit more supportive?� He demanded, the
pain from his shoulder blinding him.
�Fine, this
will push up the date of her termination.�
�She�s
good.� He agreed as the helicopter began
to descend. �You need to make the
delivery.�
Onnanoko opened
the box and confirmed the contents. �You
are my priority. It�s not only you who
took a blow tonight. I was supposed to
protect you.�
�I thought it
was the other way around.� He complained.
As soon as he could jump on solid ground,
he did, making a semi-graceful landing.
Their escape vehicle was waiting for them only a few feet away. Onnanoko turned to the pilot. �You know where to drop this off; Chikai should
be waiting for you.�
Jumping out of
the helicopter, she rushed to her brother�s side. She helped him into the SUV, while saying,
�I�m getting you back to base.� She
quickly turned on the car and raced through the poorly lit streets towards
their safe haven.
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Inu Yasha
cursed. Things had gotten complicated,
which meant, he wasn�t going to be able to meet up with Kagome tonight. He had promised her a wild night; he�d be
damned if he didn�t deliver.
Sango stood in
the center of the chaotic room checking her
Palm Pilot. Papers flew around the room
randomly as the intercom began to buzz.
Probably, a security guard had noticed the sudden ambient change in the
room. She responded, �Someone has broken
into Naraku�s office. Inform the Lords
and get a team up here.�
�Why are you so
damn calmed? Those damn idiots flew out
of here with Kagura�s heart!� Inu Yasha
demanded.
�For two
reasons: First, we finally discovered what they were looking for. Second, I know where they are going.�
�Did you lose
brain cells in that explosion? How the
hell could you know where the bastards are going?�
�Simple, that
bullet had a tracking device implanted in it, and they haven�t removed
it.� Sango smiled as she showed him her
PDA. The screen showed a map with a
moving red light. �What do you say we go
get Kagura�s heart back?�
The dark smile
on Inu Yasha�s lips answered her question.
It didn�t take
them long to get back to the garage.
Going down the stairs was much quicker than running up them. It also didn�t hurt that Inu Yasha had
grabbed Sango and jumped all the way down to the garage level. She might have been startled, if she hadn�t
been used to his impatient ways.
It was that
quality that stopped Sango from opening her car door. After racing down the stairs and rushing to
her blue Corolla, Inu Yasha had stopped dead in his tracks. �What�s wrong?� She asked cautiously.
�I thought I
saw someone that shouldn�t be here�� He
answered as he sniffed the air suspiciously.
The garage was empty with the exception of a few cars belonging to the
night crew.
�Who?�
�Kagome�s father.�
�The dead man?�
�I thought you
didn�t believe he was dead.�
�At this
moment, I�m willing to believe anything.
What do you smell?� She
questioned when Inu Yasha�s nose continued to sniff suspiciously.
�Dynamite.�
�What?�
�It smells like
dynamite.�
Sango looked
down at her PDA. They hadn�t stopped
moving. That was good. Hopefully it meant they couldn�t remove the
bullet yet. �You think you saw a
suspected assassin, and now, you smell dynamite?�
Inu Yasha
followed his nose towards Sango�s car.
�Not my baby!� She complained as
she followed him. Once on her knees, she
took a glance underneath her car. She
didn�t need to search any further. She
knew what she was looking at. �Car
bomb�it�s most likely rigged to the ignition.
Damn them!� She was furious, but
not out maneuvered. �We�ll take Kagura�s
car instead.�
If Inu Yasha
couldn�t ride his bike, then, driving a sports car was the next best
thing. He loved the speed as they flew
through the streets hoping to intercept the two interlopers. �Yasha, I�ve been thinking. You said Kagome thought the bar had been a
warning.�
�Well, that�s
what she said if felt like.�
�It makes
sense; I was always curios why the assailant left so much time between ignition
and detonation. It was almost guaranteeing
discovery. A professional would have
just given himself enough time to get out�and the explosion would have been to
cover up the murder. There is no way he
would have left it to chance.�
�He? Since when
are you gender specific.�
�Taro. That�s who you said you saw. Take this right.� Inu Yasha turned hard, forcing the car to
skid on two wheels. They heard honking
and protest of those left in there dust, but they didn�t care.
�It looked like
the guy from the picture, but I can�t be sure.
It was a brief moment in the shadows.�
�If Taro was
trying to kill us, we wouldn�t have seen him.
He had more than ample time to set the bomb and get away.�
�What are you
saying? Hey, this is a one way!� Inu Yasha complained as the cars dodged out
of his way. At least they understood not
to go against an angry dog demon, even a half-breed.
�Since when
does that bother you? A street is a
street.� Sango replied as she tried
adjusting the zoom on the GPS system.
�They�ve stopped! We need to
hurry�take the next left and go down two blocks.�
�Got it!� The car screeched as Inu Yasha made another
sudden turn and moved into the correct traffic lane. He heard the sound of cars crashing behind
him. Idiots, where did they learn to
drive? You stop before you hit the other
car! How hard was that to understand?
�I�m thinking
Taro was warning us.�
�Why?�
�You�re
sleeping with his daughter. Damn it! We
lost them. Hurry up, perhaps we can
still find them.� Sango pressed as she
got a fixed location of the last signal transmitted.
Inu Yasha
blushed. �I never said that.�
�Relax, I
figured it out on my own. I�m glad you
formalized that thing between the two of you, though, I should warn you, Miroku
is very protective.�
�Keh, like he
can hurt me!�
�No, but he can
ask her not to see you.� He honked the
horn as he ran another red light.
�So,� Inu Yasha
finally broke the silence, �Taro is alive and sending warning of future
attacks.�
�That�s what it
looks like. Stop here.� Inu Yasha
slammed on the brakes. �You can pull
over.� He did so, and the drivers around
him gave a collected sigh of relief.
�How would he
know about them?�
�We�ll ask him
when we find him. But, for now, those
two bastards that have been making me look bad were in that building when I
lost the signal.� Sango pointed across
the street. The looked up in surprised.
�There? Are you sure?� Inu Yasha questioned.-
�Positive.�
�What does this
mean?�
�Only one way
to find out.� Sango answered as she stepped
out of the car. Examining the topless
Porsche, she smiled, �No scratches: Kagura will never notice.�
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No one noticed
the stealth helicopter land, except for the one person that was waiting for
it. Chikai was grateful the house needed
to be evacuated; it made this trip less suspicious. The pilot stepped out and walked three steps
forward. Chikai walked out of the
shadows and met the young man. �Package
intact.� He informed handing the agent the black box.
�Inform Old
Miko: the bird will fly at midnight.�
The pilot nodded before leaving.
Covered in shadows once again, Chikai wrapped the box, airline tickets
and fake passport in one of Kagura�s feathers.
The young wind demon would have her heart back soon enough.
The short
figure ran up the hill to the edge of the gardens. Sesshomaru-sama was still there with the wind
demon. Distance kept their conversation
private, but it confirmed what Chikai already knew. Delivering the package without compromising
the agent�s identity would be easy.
Keeping within the rose bushes to hide all smells, Chikai walked to the
front of the empty house. Once inside,
getting to Kagura�s room was easy.
Being short
gave the agent an ever present advantage.
It was as easy to enter a room unnoticed as it was leave it. Looking down from the window, she could see
the couple sitting on a swing by the veranda in the rose garden. They were sitting in perfect silence as
Kagura rested her head on the Lord�s shoulder.
He had his arm around her.
Perhaps there would be a new member of the Takahashi family Chikai could
protect.
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�I don�t have a
good feeling about this.� Sango
protested as they walked up the steps to the historic building.
�Keh!� Inu Yasha felt his stomach tighten as the
storm clouds began to grumble. �How are
we going to get in?�
�I�m a security
expert, remember?� She reached into her
pocket looking for her kit, but was interrupted when the night security guard
opened the door.
�Ms. Kizu, they
have been waiting for you.� The guard
looked over to Inu Yasha and questioned, �Is he coming with you?�
�Yes.� The two answered firmly.
�What do you
mean you were waiting for me?� Sango
asked as they were escorted into the building.
Inu Yasha looked at the security system he had passed through not too
long ago.
�You were on
our list of nightly visitors.� The guard
explained before turning to Inu Yasha.
�That won�t be necessary. You
have been cleared.�
Sango looked in
the direction the two were talking about.
�That�s a nice system�3-D unclothed representation?�
�Yup, it�s a nice
machine.� The guard agreed as he walked
them to the elevator. Instead of
pressing the call button, he turned it upside down with the arrow pointing
downwards. It wasn�t long before the
elevator door opened. The guard motioned
them inside. �I�m sorry for not being
able to escort you the rest of the way, but my shift isn�t over yet.� He swiped his badge by the council. �Just remember to walk straight ahead at all
times.�
�I thought this
building didn�t have a basement.� Sango
protested as they began to descend. �And
why do they have so much security?�
�Kagome said
the insurance company made them get it.
Something about the Revolutionary Times and a stabbing.� He explained as he rubbed his ears. The elevator trip was taking too long. �The freaking last time an elevator ride took
this long was when we went to the vault!�
He complained.
�I�ve notice�I
have a feeling we are going that deep.�
�Why?�
�Well, we�re
that close to the bank. In reality,
we�re on the block behind it. It�s the
damn detour those two took that made us go around the city. That� and I believe the bank to be more
important than the newspaper office above.�
They became
silent as the doors open. They were astonished
to see the cubicles and high tech surveillance equipment. There were a few technicians processing the
information on the monitors, but none seemed to take notice of the new arrivals. �What is this place?� Sango wondered out loud.
Inu Yasha
sniffed. �Blood.� He confirmed as he pointed straight a
head. They kept walking through the dark
office without hesitation. The buzzing
of the computers was deafening as the monitors flashed different images across
the room. They heard a man scream.
�If you stayed
still, it wouldn�t hurt so much.� A
familiar female voice replied. Their
legs walked towards the sound in time to see the female voice remove the bullet
from the screamer�s back. �Shit, this
thing has a transmitter on it.�
�It�s not very
lady-like to curse.� Sango reprimanded
as she took in the scene before her.
They were by a desk, the male sitting, using the back of the chair for
support. The desk light had been focused
on the wound on his back, and there was a first aid kit opened on the
table. Behind him stood the young woman,
a pair of tweezers in her hand. These two had to be the thieves. They were wearing the same black suits. The male had had her bullet in his back, and
the masks they had used were discarded on the desk. What was difficult to understand was, why
them?
�Kagome?� Inu Yasha questioned as he stepped
forward. �What�s going on here?�
�I believe this
can be best explained in my office.� An
old woman spoke from the corridor. Four
sets of eyes turned towards her.
Remaining in the shadows she said, �Onnanoko, finish bandaging your
brother�s back, and then bring our guests to me.�
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It had started
to rain, but that didn�t bother Akago�s men.
They knew what they had to do.
Tonight, they got to play. They
moved slyly in the downpour towards the abandoned shop. One removed the shinny blade from his side
pocket and smiled at his reflection.
�How much damage are we allowed to do?�
He asked his companion.
�It�s up to our
discretion.� The other man smiled.
�Are you
sure? Look at what happened to our
brother!�
�He was stupid
enough to take a shot at Akago�s sister.�
�He ordered
it.�
�Doesn�t make
it right.� The second man replied. �Honestly, the only time you can be sure of
anything is if Kanna orders it, but since her phone was off, and she hasn�t
returned our message, we�ll just have to follow orders.�
The first man
moved up to the lock door. With a swipe
of his claws, the lock, door and adjacent wall fell with the rain.
�I really wish
you would learn to be discrete.� His
companion complained.
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The room was
bright compared to the rest of the base.
The glass and steel desk faced the door, making any guest stand in
attention upon entering. The desk had
matching built-in monitor and keyboard systems.
The old woman wearing pirate patch over her right eye looked out of
place sitting behind the modern desk.
The wall behind her had an emblem painted in dark blue. An eight legged serpent eating its own tail.
Facing the
emblem, by the door, there was a large screen.
Looking up, one could see the projector on the ceiling. The party of four entered the room
cautiously. Sango and Inu Yasha were
invited to sit on the two chairs before the old woman, while her twins took
their respective spots by the door.
�What is going
on here? What is this place?� Sango demanded as soon as she was seated.
�Everything
goes on here, and this place is The Agency.�
The woman explained.
�What
Agency?� Inu Yasha questioned eyeing his
girlfriend carefully. Somehow, he knew
that he was not going to like what was going to be said here. He already was planning on screaming at her
for an hour for endangering herself needlessly, especially with a sprained
wrist.
�The Agency.� Old Miko corrected. �The one that has been around before all the
others�the only one that really matters.�
Seeing the blank stares around her, she decided a bit of a history
lesson was in order.
�During feudal
times, there arouse the need for a different kind of soldier: One that could do the job of hundreds. Within one night�s time, the soldier could
infiltrate an enemy camp and kill its leader.
It was often necessary to sacrifice the soldier in order to complete the
mission, but, it was a price all were willing to pay. Soon, those who trained these men created a
secret society that stood above all Lords.
No loyalties to any nation other than that to the Clan were
accepted. It was necessary to guarantee
the success of the mission. Honor and
discipline were soon added to the basic training of the assassins, and if it
hadn�t been for the addition of mikos, the Clan would have died out. How long can any secret society survive if
its citizens get killed in each mission?
�The mikos were
added at first for the purpose of healing, but soon were discovered a vital
weapon when demons began requesting the services of the Clan. It was also the introduction of women
assassins. Both turned into profitable
additions. Women, usually found easier
ways to reach the enemies of the Clan�s customers, and the miko powers made
their escape possible. It was not long
until the highly praised assassins were not those who gave their lives on their
first mission, but those who were able to continuously serve the Clan.
�Times changed,
but there has always been a need for the Clan.
They evolved, realizing the value of information, and proceeded to
spread into other areas of espionage.
This includes infiltrating powerful governments, dynasties, families,
social circles, etc. Soon, the assassins
did much more than kill, so the Clan became known as The Agency. As the world moved into the 20^th
century, the Agency spread worldwide.
Ironically enough, there were similar groups in Europe and Asia, so globalization was not at all difficult.
�We work for no
government. We control them. Powerful men have proved themselves corrupt
for centuries, and the balance of powers is delicate at best. We ensure that this balance is maintained at
all costs.�
�By killing
people?� Sango demanded.
�Kill is such a
harsh word. We�neutralize a threat.�
�By ending its
life!� Sango accused.
Old Miko
chuckled. �Not necessarily. A good scandal can eliminate a
politician. We can kill a career with better consequences than killing the
person. Demons, unfortunately, usually
need to be purified. Their lifespan are
too long, and they usually manage to rebuild their reputations. When we do eliminate a target permanently, we
make sure it is to the best of our interests.�
�What does that
have to do with Kagome?� Inu Yasha
demanded.
�She is the
best agent I have.�
Inu Yasha�s
eyes widen in surprise.
�Why, in the
past three years since you became her assignment, she has saved your life
twelve times.�
�What are you
talking about?� Inu Yasha jumped
up.
�Well, most
recently, she did help revive you after a large piece of concrete landed on your
head.� Old Miko remained calm as he
turned towards the girl.
�I can
explain.� Kagome began as she stepped
towards him. The accusation in his eyes
was tearing her heart in half.
�What about the
assassination attempt against Kagome?�
Sango asked, trying to defend the girl, though, she was unsure why.
�It was
necessary for her to be closer to the young Lord. His time is near. We need him ready to take his place.�
�You had your
own agent shot?� Sango protested.
�No, I shot her
personally. I couldn�t risk someone
messing up the shoot. She is still more
valuable alive than dead.� Old Miko did
not miss the harsh look from her agents.
Their suspicious were finally confirmed.
�What is that
suppose to mean?�
�We are retired
after five hundred confirmed kills.�
Miroku finally spoke up. Sango
turned towards him in surprise. �Kagome
only has four hundred sixty-five.�
�And you?�
�Four hundred
fifty.�
�Inu
Yasha�� Kagome tried to speak to him,
but his low growl warned her not to continue.
�I don�t believe
this!� He was connecting his loose ends
in his head, and it wasn�t tying a nice picture for her.
�You
should. Kagome was bred for this. Countless generations of joining the
strongest of mikos and priests, and finally, we had her. From conception, we have been training her,
stimulating her, preparing her� Why else do you think a father would give his
five-year-old daughter a gun?� Old Miko
asked.
�Everything was
a lie?� He accused.
�No�Inu Yasha
you don�t understand.�
�No, now I
understand everything!� He growled as he
pushed her out of the way. He couldn�t
get out of the room fast enough. She bit
her tongue as she landed hard on her hurt wrist. It wasn�t her day. She quickly stood up to run after him. She had to explain.
�Onnanoko.� Old Miko called to her. She stopped and turned to her superior.
�My name is
Kagome, Kaede.� She shouted.
�I warned you
not to get involved with him.�
�It was my
decision, my consequences!�
�You put your
needs above those of the Agency.�
�It was the
best thing I ever did.� She yelled over
her shoulder as she tried to catch up with the hanyou.
�You provoked
that argument!� Sango accused. �Why?
What can you possibly gained from braking Inu Yasha�s heart?�
�First, to
finally have you alone. You are the sole
reason this meeting has been conducted.
Second, it is a means to an end.�
�What makes me
so special?�
�Besides
outsmarting my agents for the past month? You crossed a thin and dangerous line
tonight. Not only did you shoot one of
my men, but you tracked him down. That
cannot go unpunished.� The woman picked
up a silver pen and signed a document before her. �I am authorizing your termination
early. Otokonoko!�
�I�m sorry
Sango.� She didn�t have time to
turn. The sound of the gun shot filled
the room.
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Kagome had
taken the stairs in order to catch up to him.
She was panting when she burst out of the stairway and into the main
lobby. The guard pointed to the door,
and she ran into the raining street without hesitation. She saw him: the red eyes of his Hell Raisers� jacket
seemed to glow in the rain. �Inu Yasha!�
�Go away!� He growled as he made his way to the
convertible. He shouldn�t have left the
top down. Oh well.
�Not until you
let me explain!� She grabbed his arm and
he spun wildly towards her.
�So you can lie
to me some more?� He demanded. His eyes were crimson gold as his hair was
matted against his face. He looked
savage as he grabbed her arm. �I was
your assignment! Tell me, do you sleep
with all your targets, whore?�
She slapped
him. It hurt her wrist but it help
shield the pain in her heart. He growled
as he stared into her rain soaked face: He could see the tears through the rain
water. �Listen to me! I spent the past three years following you,
watching you from afar, and each day I couldn�t help but fall more in love with
you.�
�Lies!� He growled as he squeezed her arm harder.
�It�s the
truth, Inu Yasha! Why do you think I came back to you? It would have been easier to just follow you
from afar.�
�Why didn�t
you?�
�Because I love
you!� She shouted back. �Because loving
you from afar isn�t enough anymore�because, the only reason I have to continue
with this miserable existence of mine is you!�
Her tears were lost among the harsh rain drops. He turned away from her; eyes closed and
whispered the cruelest words she had ever heard.
�Too little;
too late.�
She watched him
drive off as the rain fell violently on her.
She didn�t notice. The wind
turned her cheeks painfully red. She
didn�t notice. Her phone began to ring. She noticed.
It could be him.
�Hello?�
�Kagome? It�s Benny.
I just finished with your car.
You can pick it up in the morning.�
�Benny? Oh, can I pick it up tonight? Just leave it outside with the key underneath
the mat. I�ll leave the money in the
usual spot.�
�Sure.�
She hung up and
hailed a cab. At least something good
had happened. Her car�it still smelled
like her father. It would feel good to
be behind the wheel of the Mercury Grand Marquis. It always felt like she was driving a
tank.
The garage was
a bit far from the city, but it wasn�t a long drive. �The streets are beginning to flood miss; you
should be careful.� The cabby
warned. She thanked him; the tears had
not stopped falling. She reached into
her pocket and pulled out an envelope full of cash. It was supposed to be bribing money, in case
things went sour, but considering all she had lost for The Agency, she figured,
she deserved this much. She placed it
underneath the front door. She thought
it strange there was a breeze coming from underneath the door, but she shrugged
it off thinking Benny must have left a window open.
It was hard to
see in the rain, but she soon found her beautiful beige automobile. She opened the door and was glad to see the
interior lights come on. She found the
keys, turned it on, and smiled as the running lights and the engine came
on. Finally, the universe would give her
some comfort. She broke down in half
choked sobs. She had wrecked things
royally with Inu Yasha. She hadn�t thought
it would be this bad. What had she been thinking? Had she honestly believed she could have kept
this side of her life a complete secret?
Yes, she had. Hiding who she really
was had always been easy. She took a
deep breath. Crying helped her feel
better, but it didn�t solve a thing. She
looked in the review mirror, when a sudden thought crossed her mind:
Who was she?
She used to
know. Kagome Higurashi was her
cover. She was Onnanoko, assassin for
The Agency. Now, she questioned it. Inu Yasha had made her believe she was Kagome
Higurashi, and Onnanoko was just a dream, or a secret source. Who was she?
The woman behind the mask, who could kill at a moments notice, or the
woman in front of the camera, who was a symbol of truth and love? At least she knew who she wanted to be. The same woman Inu Yasha loved.
It hurt. Not only what he had said to her�that she had deserved, but that she had
hurt him. She was supposed to protect
him�spare him all pain, not cause it.
She tuned the
radio to a sports station. She would
avoid love songs. Putting the car in
drive, she smoothly pulled out of her spot.
The hills had incredible curves around these parts, and she was tempted
to drive around there, but it was raining hard, and she wasn�t in the best of emotional
states. She decided on the highway
instead.
She quickly
picked up speed and was soon outmaneuvering slower vehicles. She shouldn�t; she knew. It was raining, and she had just gotten the
car back. She took her foot of the gas
and press down on the brakes. The pedal
sunk to the floor. Kagome�s heart raced
as she realized she was coming upon a large traffic jam. �Anti-lock brakes!� She reminded herself as she pressed down on
the pedal hearing the grinding of the gears.
She quickly thought over what she knew of the car�there was no emergency
brake, so that meant she had to slow down to a stop.
Looking at the
road ahead, she realized she didn�t have time.
Even if her brakes came back on, at this speed, she would
hydroplane. �Dear God, please help
me.� Kagome silently prayed as she moved
down a gear. She managed to out maneuver
through two of the cars, but she had needed to use more gas. She wasn�t slowing down. Then, she saw it: The reason for the
traffic. A truck had skidded on the
highway, blocking all the lanes. She
couldn�t stop and she couldn�t go around it.
She screamed as her own car skid towards the railing. The chemical reaction within her steering
wheel exploded.
The last thing
Kagome saw was white.
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A/N: The queen
of the Cliff Hangers is back! I wanted
to do something where Kagome was responsible for the brake up. There are very few stories like that out
there. Soul Exchange by Rozefire
is one of them. I just wanted to even
out the playing field for poor Inu.
In the mean
time, I told you I was going to kill her, or pretend to kill her. I haven�t decided yet. Relax, she can�t fully die here. Naraku hasn�t been defeated yet. Oh, and with this twist of events, I can kill
her. She�s a tragic hero. Her flaw: she�s an assassin. I�m surprise only a few of you picked up on
that, and those who did was because they were the only
brother and sister combo in the story that seemed to be around. I�ve been giving you clues since the
beginning. The whole assassination
attempt: The original summary had �Old
Miko, our best assassin has been shot.�
�Take care of
it Miroku.�
To add, who do
you think was Kagome�s source in the car?
Kagura.
In that conversation she had with Onnanoko, Kagome refers to the white
package in the purse that she had given Kagura in the car. Then when Onnanoko bumps into Inu, he smells
something familiar. Plus, that night,
Kagome smells like vanilla, and she won�t stop washing her hair. Onnanoko had fallen into vanilla pudding. Then, there�s Miroku�s supposed NASA job and
government cab. If you go back, you�ll
see a ton of clues. Most of you figured
Old Miko was Kaede. There wasn�t any big
surprise there.
I decided on
the mailing list since a few of you from AFF requested it. You can joint at http://luna-chick.notifylist.com/my_updates.html. It is also posted on my profile. I know FF sometimes removes links. It�s also good for the those of you on FF,
since you won�t get notice when I update on different sites with higher
ratings�well, it would be good for those of you interested in my works with
higher ratings (For example, The AD).
I�m proud to
say this story won Second Place in IYFG- 1^st
Quarter Best Action/Adventure. I would
like to thank those that voted, and to my loyal followers for inspiring
me.
I�ve been
unable to get in contact with Meche for a bit.
I�m looking for a second beta; we haven�t been able to email each
other. I know one of you volunteered,
but I lost your email address. Please do
reply, and any of you interested. I hate
to sound rude, but I�m very picky with my work, I would probably try sending
the same chapter to several of you to see whose editing matches my writing
style best. Plus, I know people get
busy, especially in the summer. If I find
more than one person that works, I would split the work between them. I know being a beta is a huge favor, and I
would appreciate it. There are a few
things I would ask for, though, I do write MA/NC-17 material, so if you are
under the age, please do let me know. I
won�t ask you to beta anything you shouldn�t, or if you don�t want to beta
lemons, let me know. For those of you
over the age of 17 that don�t mind my lemons, I�ll also need to know that. Picking a beta is hard, but hopefully we can
work something out.
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