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Chapter
23
The
Morning Scoop
He pulsed. Painted and pinned to the tree, the hanyou�s
youkai began to throb throughout the mural.
The rain fell like missiles from
loaded black clouds upon the darken highway.
The beige Mercury Grand Marquis struggled to stop as it avoided slower
moving vehicles. The pulsing
quickened as a light breeze brushed against his sleeping face. The
Grand Marquis came upon two stopped cars.
Swerving, it was able to avoid crashing, but not without gaining
velocity. His face tensed, as the
sky darkened. The car�s headlights caught the sight of the truck barricading the
road. It could not stop in time. In its struggle, the beige car skidded out of
control. Its driver tried desperately to
turn the wheel towards the turn in hopes of regaining control, but the railing
was too close. The night was filled with
the sounds of crushing metal and glass.
�Inu Yasha��
His eyes opened wide as a tinge of
red spread through them. Frozen in time,
painted on the wall of the empty room, he answered her call.
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Her scream filled the underground
base for 5.246 seconds: the time it took to complete the termination, and have
Otokonoko laying on his back with a heavy combat boot resting over his
throat. The hot gun he had pressed
against Sango�s back was safely out of his reach.
�Let him go,� Old Miko ordered.
�Why?�
�I told you to.�
�Since when are you my boss?� There was a hint of humor and sarcasm in the
angry voice.
�Since my agent terminated
you.� These words caught the woman�s
attention. She released his neck and
turned towards Old Miko.
�If he wanted me �terminated,� he
should have killed me,� Sango replied as she leaned over the glass desk, using
her fists for balance. She bit her
tongue to keep from screaming in pain.
Damn that monk!
�We didn�t want you dead,� Old Miko
explained, �just terminated. You are no
longer the civilian Sango Kizu. That is
only an alias we will permit you to use.
Welcome to The Agency, Kira.�
�Killer?� Sango questioned.
�Exterminator was already taken.�
�Don�t complain. It�s a lot cooler than Boy.� Miroku coughed as he rubbed his sore
neck. He had been right: Sango would
have made Jakotsu proud. Though, he
wished she hadn�t kept his gun: it was his favorite.
�But, it�s just as effective,� Old
Miko added. Her voice was drained as the
night�s events began to take a toll on her.
�An assassin cannot have a conscience, outside loyalties, or questions. An assassin must be a machine that executes a
mission perfectly without the nuisance of regrets. An assassin cannot be human nor have human
connections. We must remove that.�
�It�ll take some time, but soon
you�ll understand that Sango Kizu and Kira are two different people that live
in the same body,� Miroku added while he stood up and walked slowly to his
place by the door. He had a feeling
Sango wasn�t done screaming.
�You just invented Kira!� Sango
protested, as she began to sweat.
Guessing by the pain her termination
had left behind, she would have a
nasty scar in the morning. She wanted to
rub the offended shoulder, but she wouldn�t show weakness.
�We didn�t invent anything,
child. We just named what was already in
you, or do you wish to continue to deny your true nature.�
�My nature?� The indignation in Sango�s voice was undeniable.
�You�re obsessed with high-tech
security devices.�
�Part of my job!� Sango protested.
�As is the martial arts training
and the knowledge of explosives� Actually, you have a violent nature. You were trained to kill before you were
hired by Full Moon Enterprises. In fact,
you were hired for those skills.
�I would venture to say that you
enjoy spilling blood, even your own, in a good fight. Everything is a competition for you.�
�That�s not true!� Sango growled,
suppressing the pain.
�You work more than you have to,
which also demonstrates that you are a control freak,� the older woman
observed.
�You have no idea what my job
entails. It requires more of me than you
could know.�
�It�s called delegation of power,
Sango. You have opted not to.�
�No one can do it better than
me.�
�A bit egotistical, don�t you
think?� the old woman teased. �You are a
one woman army, and that is exactly what an assassin is. Now, do not confuse one with the other: your
job did not bring out these skills in you.
Your skills sought out the job.
You can�t help your nature, and we plan to exploit it, cultivate it, and
perfect it.�
�You�re assuming I want to be part
of your organization.�
�You already are. There is no
other alternative.�
�I didn�t agree to this. I don�t care if you initiated me� Over my dead body are you going to bully me into
this!�
Her companions laughed. �I wish that was an option,� Miroku spoke up
from his corner. �You�re part of The
Agency. It�s final.�
�And if I don�t want to be?�
�After tonight, you will understand
why there is no choice,� he promised.
�I�m not leaving my job at Full
Moon Enterprises! I sacrificed too much
for it to let you take it away from me!�
�You are not being asked to abandon
your position, Sango,� Old Miko explained.
�Kira needs a viable cover.
Onnanoko used the cover of an investigative reporter to give her freedom
of movement, and an excuse to ask questions.�
�Onnanoko? You mean Kagome?�
The woman nodded.
�I don�t think she agrees with
you. She left this room denouncing you
and her true nature!� The pain from her wound was making it
difficult to enjoy the slight victory.
�When two natures share a body, it
is difficult to maintain a constant balance, so we opt to empower the
assassin. Inu Yasha nurtured the woman, which
resulted in her female instincts momentarily overpowering her sensibility. Onnanoko will be here, first thing in the
morning, reporting for duty. We are her
family. We have taught her everything
she knows.�
�Kagome isn�t like that. I may have known her for a short amount of
time, but I can read people. She�s a
sweetheart, and even with your efforts to destroy her relationship with Inu
Yasha, she�s not going to give up. I
wouldn�t be surprise if she dropped you both in order to make things right.�
�Leave her brother and grandmother
for a man?� Old Miko questioned with a raised eyebrow.
�Leave The Agency and her crazed
editor for the hanyou she loves.� Sango
could hear the bite edging her voice.
Damn the pain. She was beginning
to see bright spots dancing around her.
This wasn�t good.
�Onnanoko knows better, and whether
you like it or not, you are both very much alike.� Miroku observed his superior cautiously as
she spoke. There was something in her
voice he did not recognize.
�How so?� Sango demanded.
�You too would walk up to a target
casually in a crowded hallway, eliminate it, and walk away calmly if your job
demanded. The only difference is she
would do it in high heals.�
�You don�t know me at all!�
�Don�t I?� Old Miko chuckled, �Did you identify yourself
to my agent before you shot him? Did you
ask them to drop their weapons, or did you shoot first and ask questions
later?�
�I�m sure I followed proper
protocol.�
�Actually,� Miroku interrupted,
�you screamed, �You,� pulled out your weapon, screamed, �No,� and shot.�
�He had an explosive device in his
hand. I couldn�t let him detonate it!�
�It could have been a radio� Most
people hesitate before shooting; you didn�t.�
�I don�t miss.� Tears were forming at the edges of her eyes.
Old Miko smiled in triumph, �See
Kira, we do know you. Assassins do not
miss either. And, for you, the pride of
the kill is more important than the propriety of procedure.�
�I�m not Kira, and that�s not
what�s important to me!� Sango growled.
�Then, why haven�t you asked for
treatment? I know you�re in pain. It is written across your face like the
morning news.�
Sango paused, surprised at her
words, but quickly recovered. �You are
the ones that put a hot gun barrel to my shoulder, causing that nasty
burn. Why would I ask the people who
hurt me for treatment?�
Old Miko removed a small jar from
underneath her desk. She opened it, and
placed it on the table before the security chief. �It will help ease the pain and heal the
wound. I made the balm myself. Would you like to use it?�
Sango stared into the woman�s good
eye, unsure what was the proper answer, so she went with the one that felt
right. �I don�t trust anything that
comes from you.�
�You are one of my agents now. What good would you be to me injured? Even the best tool is worthless when
broken. Your safety, like that of all my
agents, is my highest priority.�
�Which is why you shot Kagome?�
Sango accused.
�To make sure the bullet would not
harm her. It missed all vital organs.�
�You used three bullets!�
�I wanted you to think it was an
amateur,� Old Miko defended, bored with the conversation. �Our work here is as important as it is
dangerous. Now, Kagome and Miroku didn�t
have a choice in joining our group. They
were bred for this� They are our twins.
Two perfect examples of our life-long education. You, on the other had, proved yourself just
as worthy without ever seeing the inside of one of our classrooms. You put a tracking bullet in the shoulder of
my second best operative. If you were in
my position, would you let yourself go?�
�Why not kill me? It�d be quicker and easier.�
�And waste all that talent!� The old woman stood up in outrage. �We spend lifetimes nurturing and training
our assassins, while you naturally have these gifts. No, Kira, you are more valuable to us alive
than dead. Besides, there is only one
way to keep a Kizu quiet: Ask her to
keep your secret.�
The mention of her family name
startled the young woman.
�Now,� the wrinkled hand lifted the
jar, �would you like some balm for your burn?�
Sango watched her carefully. If they wanted her dead, Miroku wouldn�t have
shot the wall before pressing the hot barrel against her shoulder. He would have simply shot her. She nodded and sat as the other woman walked
around the table to tend her wound. �You
said Exterminator was already taken, by whom?� Sango asked as soon as the
cooling effect of the balm relaxed her.
�Your grandfather retired the name
and his family from our services.�
Sango turned towards the woman in
surprise. The wrinkled face smiled
softly, before replying,
�Do you really think that a society
of assassins would grow in Japan without at least once inducting a member of
The Exterminator Family into our ranks?
Your family has a rich tradition with us, but when your grandfather
retired, he asked that we let his son grow up normally. I am still not sure what that is, but it does
not matter anymore. Who would have
guessed that two generations later, his granddaughter would reclaim the Kizu
chair? Miroku, did you really have to
rip her shirt this badly? You left most
of her back exposed.�
�It�s synthetic material. It would have melted into her skin; I was
trying to ensure minimal harm,� the monk defended himself with an innocent
smile.
�You will have to forgive me,� the
priestess turned to Sango, �but he�s the only escort available. Though, as an inducted member of The Agency,
he must show complete respect towards you, or suffer the consequences.�
�Which are?� Sango pressed as she
eyed Miroku carefully. She was out of
arguments, and suddenly she had the urge to discover how much of her
grandfather�s legacy was behind these walls.
�Castration among others.� A sly smile spread on the security expert�s
lips as all color drained from the assassin�s face. This would be interesting.
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�My mother planted those roses,�
Sesshomaru�s voice was soft, almost washed away by the pouring rain. They were in the gazebo; he had thought it a
simple solution, not expecting the skies to burst out raining for so long. Kagura turned towards him while rubbing some
warmth into her arms. She should have
put some clothes on instead of a satin robe.
Looking at him as he stood with his
back towards her, she wondered how he was fairing with just a pair of
sweatpants.
Sesshomaru watched the delicate
flowers take the beating from the rain.
�I was five�just old enough to remember.� His voice remained stoic.
He remained silent for some time as
Kagura turned towards him. She examined
his tense back closely as if the hard lines of his muscles would reveal his
darkest secrets to her. �It was spring,�
he continued, �and I think she wore a pink dress or skirt. My father made fun of her for it. She believed one should always be elegant,
even doing chores� another thing she believed in,� His voice trailed off as he
closed his eyes. ��Don�t let anyone do
anything for you that you can do yourself.�� His voice was distant. She felt him drift back in time as she
admired his profile in the lightning.
�She took hours explaining the process to me, but I don�t remember a
word of it. The clearest memory�the only
detail I can swear to is the way she held me tightly on her lap�wrapped in her
scent. That�s how I know this garden
smells like her.�
Kagura hadn�t noticed she had slipped
her hand in his until he squeezed it. �I
like it here, even in the rain,� she confessed.
Her hair was down in waves around her face as the wind blew through it. In the silk robe, she looked like a wind
goddess. He turned towards her with
confidence: she was his wind
goddess.
�You will like it better in the
summer.�
�I don�t think I�ll be able to see
it.� Her voice was sad as she turned
from him.
�I�ll make sure you will,� the
youkai Lord promised.
�I doubt I�ll see much more than
tomorrow.� Her voice was full of
resignation. If Onnanoko hadn�t come by
now, she wasn�t coming at all. �They
were a beautiful three days.� She began
to walk towards the house, as the rain washed away her strength.
He didn�t stop her, observing her
retreat from his place. Did she not
understand? He was tired of
explaining. Sango should arrive in a few
hours with the package. Visuals were
usually the best clarifications.
Kagura appreciated the space,
though she wished he hadn�t opted to give it now. Damn him! He had taken her to the gardens, where they
had enjoyed the silence for an hour or so, but then, he had asked something
about business, and they�d ended up having a vivid discussion on everything. That wasn�t strange. Naraku usually had to cut their discussions
short during the mandatory meetings. He
was intelligent, and she had a quick wit.
It usually led to an enjoyable conversation/argument.
Then, the rain came, and he rushed
her to the gazebo instead of the house.
It didn�t look like a long shower, but it had turned into a storm. It hadn�t rained this hard since the day
Kagome had publicly denounced the destruction of Paradise Hills Park.
Speaking of Kagome, she had
promised to get the wind demon�s heart back.
Kagura silently prayed the girl was not hurt. The reporter was capable of anything to help
a friend, even risking her own life. Had
their business not brought them together, Kagura would never have guessed Kagome�s
night job. Mikos; you can never judge
them at face value.
Kagura didn�t bother to wipe the
mud off her slippers as she entered the house.
She was too tired to care. The
long silver robe was pasted to her skin as she made her way through the hallways,
up the stairs, and finally to her room.
If she had a choice, she wanted to die in that robe.
The hot tears stung her face as
they raced down her cheeks. She loved
him. She didn�t need to have her heart
beating in her chest to know that. She
had loved him for a long time, but had hidden it from herself. It would not do for her brother to find
out. She had played with fire and burned
herself badly. It was never just sex�at
least not for her. There had always been
something her partners offered that she could not resist: freedom.
The startling revelation hit her as
she picked up her hairbrush: The late Lady Takahashi had been right about
elegance. Containing her wild curls, she
would ensure she would look her best when she faced her executioner. She used a nearby tissue to dry her face
before applying lipstick. She looked
into her reflection admiring the honesty in her eyes. She would have fought for him if he had loved
her in return.
It would not do. She would rather die free than live as a
slave, not that she had a choice. She
threw the wet robe on the bed and walked to the bathroom, looking for a
towel. As she patted herself dry, she
thought of the irony in the situation.
She was finally going to be free, and all she wanted was to remain bound
to him. She was a silly girl.
Sighing, she walked towards the
closet and put on the red dress from her first night with Sesshomaru. It reflected her personality best. She admired her reflection and smiled. The world was going to lose a true beauty,
vanity included. Things seemed easier
now that she had accepted her fate. She
could prepare for the end. Prepare for
an eternity without him�
It pulsed. She stood still as she felt it. It was pulsing underneath her bed like a�
heartbeat? She knelt and took a cautious
glance. Pulling out the feather, she
felt her heart beat faster�she could feel it.
Trembling fingers made away with the binds as the feather fell open and
the black velvet box opened before her.
She reached out to it as the light consumed her.
It beat within her chest. She smiled as tears rushed down her
cheeks. Her hollow chest was now full as
the small organ contracted and relaxed in an exalted rhythm. Her lips curved into a sincere smile as she
whispered, �Thank you.� Her hands rushed
to her chest to feel the beats. Was this
a dream? Was it a painful prank? She breathed in the air, noticing how much
sweeter it smelled.
Now, this was freedom.
Looking down, she saw the
envelope. Opening it quickly, she pulled
out the passport and plane ticket. It
was ten o�clock. She could still make
the midnight flight to New Zealand.
Her heart skipped a beat. She finally had all she ever wanted: her
heart, freedom, a new identity, and the chance to get away. But, did she want it? Her mind returned to the rosebushes and the
man she had left in the rain. She should
leave him. He only wanted to control
her, just like her father. Looking out
the window, she saw him walking slowly towards the house as the rain failed to
disturb his immaculate hair, though she did not notice, like she did not notice
how his strong framed was caressed by the dripping water. She only noticed what was written in his
eyes.
What should she do?
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�So the Shikon no Tama is a
weapon?� Sango asked as she read the file in front of her.
�It can be.� Miroku replied as he took a sip of his
tea. They were sitting at his cubicle,
and he had spent the past hour filling Kira in.
He liked the name for her. She
was a man killer, in his opinion. �It
grants the holder�s deepest, darkest desires.�
�Definitely do not want to see it
in the hands of Naraku,� Sango agreed.
�So you guys go around the world doing this?�
�Preventing evil people from
obtaining more power? Yes.� He placed his cup on the desk and examined
his companion. She was wearing a black
windbreaker Kaede had provided as she sat before him, eyes downcast, and mouth
frowning in concentration. The light was
dim, so her features were kept well hidden.
Their black clothes kept them camouflaged, so her face appeared paler
and more defined.
She looked up. Her chocolate eyes were rich and focused on
him.
�So, you�ve killed over four
hundred people to do that?� she asked, before returning to the file. It was thick, reminding Sango of an expanded
copy of a Bible.
��Kills� refers to a completed
mission.�
�So your sister hasn�t killed four
hundred sixty-five people?�
�No.�
�But she has killed people?�
�Her first was when she was
twelve. She walked in when Naraku shot
her mother, execution style�She had a bow�the arrow went through Naraku,
hitting the demon standing behind him.
She purified him instantly, though Naraku still walks the Earth.�
�How does she feel about it?�
Miroku shrugged. �An assassin isn�t supposed to feel. That�s the first thing we�re taught.�
�But a human does,� Sango protested
as she flipped another page.
�Which is why a human is fallible,
but an assassin isn�t. Any error made
was the fault of the human.�
�Sounds like a computer� Does that
mean that there is no love between you and your sister?�
�Of course there is love. We were trained together � raised together�
we grew up together.�
�That doesn�t sound like an
assassin.�
�No, the assassin will answer you
that there is just professionalism between the two of us. She is my charge. Her protection was passed down to me when
Taro died. Naraku has always had his
eyes set on her; besides, her very loud cover does attract stalkers every now
and then.�
�And where does the love fit in?�
�Somewhere between dying for each
other and working for a common cause.�
�Sounds like you�re still human.�
�We are. Recognizing that keeps us from getting
cocky.�
�You, not cocky?� Sango rolled her
eyes. �What is this number: 524663?�
�The location of the Shikon no
Tama�we think Kouga meant S24663: the plot number for Paradise Hills
Park.�
Sango looked up. �The explosion?�
�He hasn�t been able to obtain it,
and neither have we. That�s why Kaede
was hard on Kagome. We need her focused,
not in the clouds.�
�So you approve of what happened
here?�
�Hell�s no!� Miroku leaned in, a storm of fury in his
eyes, �Kagome should have been given the chance to speak with Inu Yasha in
private.�
�What about Onnanoko?�
�There is only so much an assassin
can take before the desire for humanity outweighs our desire to do right.� His eyes were dark and passionate as they
reached out towards her. �That�s why I
needed to romance you early. Assassins
are not allowed to fraternize with other assassins, unless we can argue
pre-existing relationship.�
Sango raised her eyebrow in
question.
�We were going to terminate you at
the end of the month, but you beat us to the punch.� When she gave him an annoyed glance, he
lifted his hands in defense and added, �Be happy; in the past, we would have
shot you, seen if you survived, and then inducted you.�
�Why did you change it?�
�The shot needs to be in the exact
place the candidate shot the agent, which kind of sucks if the candidate shot
the agent in the heart.� Miroku smiled.
�I need to get back to the office,�
she replied, instead of laughing at his joke.
Her watch beeped reminding her of other duties. They stood up together.
�I�ll pick you up in the
morning.� Miroku handed her a
badge. �This will get you through the
elevator if you need to come down before then.�
�I didn�t say I would stay.�
�Sango, in the past two hours, you
have seen what we do here. We are the real
world police. Can you walk away without
making sure you�re helping us stay legit?�
�I don�t see anything legit about
it!�
�Juan would disagree.�
�Juan?�
�The little boy my sister saved
when a renegade group threw a building on his head,� Miroku reminded as he
walked her to the elevators.
�So you do some good, but the road
to hell is paved with good intentions.�
�Well, then you�ll come back
because I know you�ll want to see me later.�
�Why would I want to do that?� Sango
asked as he showed her into the elevator.
As the door closed, he ventured to inform her,
�Because the bug I left in your
security system has reprogrammed all your network codes. It�ll be a week before you can send an email
without it bouncing back.� He wasn�t
sure, but he believed that there was a new dent in the steel doors. Kami, he loved his job.
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It was early morning by the time
Inu Yasha pulled into his bar�s parking lot, not caring that the cleaning
efforts were still being performed. He
had driven, with the top on, all night.
Ironically, the rain beating against the windshield had been
soothing. It reflected his mood
perfectly. Sometime around dawn the rain
had retreated into a light drizzle, and eventually had stopped, although heavy
grey clouds still occupied the sky. It
was time to turn in.
He didn�t care about the new dents
as he kicked the car door closed. He
walked into the bar and poured himself a stiff shot of the cheapest sake he
owned. Dark circles underneath his eyes
hardened his face, as the snarl never left his lips. It was like a bad dream.
He poured himself another
shot.
Unfortunately, the continuous
reminder of her betrayal was carved into his heart with a butcher�s knife. How could he have been so blind? How could he have believed she would ever
love him? Why had he let himself fall
for her damn charm? Lying deceitful bitch!
His third shot went down hard as it
hit his food-deprived stomach. He didn�t
care. Nothing mattered anymore. It was all a lie. He growled.
How could she look so sweet and innocent while lying to his face? How could she lie naked in his arms, and
feign to love him? He had trusted
her. He had confided in her! He had told her he loved her, and meant it.
He paused before taking the fourth
shot. She had told him she loved him
first, and he hadn�t smelled deceit, but his demon powers had been leaving him
at the moment. Perhaps, she had fooled him. She had said it again� screamed it into the
street, but the rain washed away most scents.
The shot reminded him how cheap the sake was. It tasted awful.
The inebriation had begun to take
effect as he poured himself the fifth shot.
He had been sure of what he smelled the morning before. She hadn�t lied once:
�Death
is not easy to accept. I�ve spent most
of my adult life trying to come to terms with it, but it seems to be as elusive
as ever,� she sighed.
�It
bothers you that Naraku has gotten away with it?� he asked, carelessly running
his claws up and down her back.
�He
hasn�t gotten away with it. Before I
die, I�ll see him pay for what he did to my family.� The anger and hate combination sounded
strange in her voice.
�I�ll
help you.�
�Inu
Yasha, helping me would mean the ruin of your father�s company. You would lose all your money.�
�Keh,
like I care about that. I said I�ll help
you. It�s final.� She looked up to him and smiled softly. His heart melted.
�I
love you,� she whispered. �No matter
what happens, I want you to promise you won�t forget that.�
�Keh,
you�re a silly girl,� he teased rolling his eyes, but he couldn�t stop the
smile from spreading across his lips.
�I�m
serious Inu Yasha. You always keep your
word, so promise me this. It�s all I
ask.� The urgency in her voice made him
look at her in worry.
�Fine,
I promise.� He pulled her up his body,
feeling his ribs fully healed. �But I�d
rather you show me.� He growled a tease
as she yelped in surprise.
She straddled his hips before reminding him,
�I need to be on the air in twenty-five
minutes.�
�Then
this will have to be a quick lesson.�
Her lips tasted sweeter this morning.
He looked down at his shot in
wonder. Could she have not been
lying? Did it even matter? She had betrayed him. He killed the shot. He could never forgive her betrayal. The alcohol weakened his mental walls as he
remembered her:
Inu
Yasha looked down in warm surprise as the girl relaxed in his arms. Spiders had been more complicated than
expected, but she seemed better now. She
had slept continuously for half an hour without stirring, while he watched
her. She laid, half draped on his body,
in complete trust and dependency. She
needed him to protect her, and the idea filled him with pride. He didn�t venture to speculate why. It felt good to have her there. That was more than enough.
He poured another glass, as he saw her eyes
full of pain and tears as he watched her pray by the god�s tree. He took the shot remembering the tight
feeling in his chest when he had thought she was going to die in his bar. The alcohol swam in his veins, filling his
mind with the memory of their first kiss.
Half asleep, surrounded by her scent, he remembered her lips
vividly. They tasted of her� honest. She may have loved him, but it didn�t change
the facts. Had she confided in him� had
she been honest, he would have helped her.
He would have saved her.
He lifted the seventh shot to his
lips. His phone rang. Grumbling, he put the glass down and growled
into his phone. It would be nice to scream
at someone.
Miroku�s name was on the Caller ID.
The roar of from the hanyou was cut
short as he slammed the phone into the wall.
He didn�t want to speak of her.
He would drink to her. He brought
the drink to his lips before pausing, and changing his mind. She didn�t deserve this tribute, though he
couldn�t remember why. Seeing the
discarded remote on the bar, he tested the television set. It worked, and it wasn�t set to her
show. Perhaps, his day would
improve. He turned his back to the
television, needing the noise to flush out his thoughts.
�In other news, a 1988 Grand
Marquis crashed into the railing of Tokyo�s Kansendouro Highway causing major traffic jams all over the
city. Lee has more on the story.�
Kagome drove a 1988 Grand Marquis,
but hers was in the shop. It needed a
new engine or something like that.
�Sometime late last night, the 1988
Mercury Grand Marquis was going south on Kansendouro
Highway when it lost control, and slammed into the side railing. As you can see behind me, the front of the
car is devastated, which makes the driver�s disappearance even more
baffling. Though the identity of the
driver remains unknown, police have just confirmed that the car is registered
to Morning Scoop reporter, Kagome Higurashi.�
Inu Yasha knocked over the sake
bottle as he quickly turned towards the television set.
�It is not clear at this time if
she was the one driving the car, and if so, where she is.�
Inu Yasha�s heart stopped as the
scene changed, but not before the hanyou recognized the back of the car. Not her!
�Inu Yasha!� He barely registered his name when a hard
fist connected with his mouth. �You
bastard! Tell me where she is!�
The hanyou looked at the monk in
surprise. Miroku�s eyes were burning
with anger, hatred and desperation as he punched the bartender again. This time, Inu Yasha fell to the ground.
�She went after you. She wouldn�t have stopped until she found
you! Where is she?� he demanded.
The initial shock wore away as the
hanyou rose up. �I don�t fucking know!�
�Bullshit!� Inu Yasha was taken aback. He had never seen the monk lose his cool, and
it wasn�t a pretty sight. Miroku stood
before him with his lip snarled, grinding his teeth, readying to kill, and the
only thing in the cabdriver�s way was Inu Yasha.
�I haven�t seen her since last
night!� Inu Yasha stood up, realizing
the monk didn�t know where she was either.
He licked his cut lip looking Miroku in the eye. �I left without her.�
�Where did she go?� the monk
demanded, slightly calmer.
�How the hell should I know? She was standing on the street when I left,�
Inu Yasha screamed back. Without
warning, the hanyou�s fist connected vehemently with the monk�s face. �Now, get the fuck out of my way!�
Miroku spit out a tooth, but didn�t
care. He had deserved that much. He allowed his emotions to cloud his
judgment. His sister needed him more
than his pride needed restoration.
�Where do you plan to look for her?�
�None of your freaking business!�
Inu Yasha yelled back as he made his way out of the bar.
�You won�t make it to the accident
sight in one piece if you drive drunk.�
�I�m not drunk!�
�Then, how come you only knocked
out one of my wisdom teeth?�
�Keh!�
�I�ll drive,� Miroku declared as
his cheek began to swell.
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Sango was not having a good
day. That was the understatement of the
decade. After spending the night
discovering that her entire world was built upon lies, she drove back to her
building to realize she still had an incident report to write. It was times like this she wished she did
delegate power more often. Her morning
had progressed horrendously. The calming
effects of the balm had worn off just before she realized her first aid kit
wasn�t equipped to deal with her wound.
As she walked up and down stairs overseeing the investigation, she also
noticed neither of her bosses had been located.
Not because her staff was lazy, they knew better, but because neither
answered their phones. Bastards!
She was angry at the world when the
worst bombshell hit her. Miroku�s little
prank wasn�t little. She couldn�t log into
her computer, retrieve her voice mail, or even unlock the door to the executive
washroom. He was going to burn slowly
before she fed him to the sharks.
She ground her teeth as the
perspiration dripped into her eyes. She
was in pain. She was convinced the burn
hurt more now, than before the stupid balm.
She would poke Old Miko with a hot stick before feeding her to the
crocodiles. Then, she would show Miroku
how to properly shoot his gun, using his nether regions as the bull�s eye.
Her phone rang. �What?� she shouted into the receiver.
�Sango,� Sesshomaru�s voice was
cool but demanding, �why haven�t you brought me the package?�
�If you haven�t checked your
messages, someone stole it last night!�
Venom dripped into her words.
�That was your job,� he reminded
her.
�Listen, you self-serving
bastard! I�ve spent the damn night
chasing your stupid package around town and the only thing I have to show for
it is a headache and a first-degree burn on my back. I�m not even going to be able to take time
off to recuperate from this, so don�t talk to me about my job! Go ask your fucking girlfriend if she knows
what she did with your stupid little package!�
With that she slammed the phone
into its hook. It would be another hour
before her actions registered, but by then, it would be too late.
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It was a strange sensation. Sesshomaru had never felt this before. It was so bizarre that he did not register
Sango�s insults. He had promised Kagura
her freedom, and he might not be able to deliver. No.
The Lord of the Western Lands did not fail.
He left his office, still dressed
in his pants from the night before. The
house had returned to normal as Jaken permitted the staff to return. Some of the maids were enjoying the eye candy
as he quickly made his way to her room.
They would figure something out.
He stopped in front of her
door. What if Sango had been right? What if Kagura already knew? What if this had all been a trick from Naraku? The cold sun filtered into the hallway
reminding Sesshomaru of the passage of time.
What if she planned this? What if
she had gotten her heart and left?
No.
She wouldn�t leave. She had to
know their destinies were intertwined.
He would believe in her. He
opened the door and walked inside, instantaneously recognizing the change. The curtains were open, filling the room with
dull light. On the bed, there was a
half-packed duffle bag, and before him, looking out the window, was the wind
demon with a beating heart in her chest.
�Kagura?�
�I should have left. I had the tickets and fake papers. I could have hidden from him.� Her voice was as stoic as his as she refused
to face him.
Looking at her beautiful exposed
back, he said, �But, you didn�t.�
�I couldn�t decide, and by not
deciding, I made a decision,� she answered curtly. �I should have just left.�
The red dress hung to her hips
beautifully as Sesshomaru digested her words.
�Why?�
�It was silly of me to stay,� she
answered admiring the distance of the sun.
He took another step forward, letting the door close behind him.
�Why?� he asked again.
�It would have been easier for
everyone for me to just disappear.�
�Why?�
She turned towards him, anger
radiating from her eyes. �Don�t you know how to ask anything else?�
�Not at the moment.�
�Then, why do you need to
know?� She turned the tables on him.
�I need to know if you understand.�
�Why?�
He took a predatory step towards
her. �So we can stop playing these
games.�
They stood a few inches apart as he
looked into her tired eyes.
�Where do we stand?� she finally
asked.
�Right now, I�m not sure,� he
confessed. �You are a hard woman to
read.�
She rubbed her temples tiredly,
before turning towards him and demanding, �Tell me it wasn�t only sex! Tell me I didn�t waste the best opportunity
to gain my freedom for a fling!�
�Is that what you think?� he asked
pulling her towards him. �Is that how
little you think of me? Do you honestly
think that I would have brought you here if there wasn�t something more? Do you think I would have marked you unless I
was serious about my intentions?�
�How should I know?� she demanded,
unable to contain her anger. �Everything
with you has been a sexual game of dominance!�
�I am an Inu Youkai!�
�And I�m a wind demon. If you want me to cut my wings, you need to
be clear with your intentions!�
He growled as he pulled her
close. �I want you in my bed every night
of the week. I want you, but not as my
slave. I want you as my mate.�
Neither left the room that morning.
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Myoga examined the vehicle with a
keen eye. Why was it that things with
the Higurashis always got extremely complicated? �I can�t imagine she walked out of that on
her own.� He confessed to no one in
particular. The front of the car had
been turned into an accordion, and even though the air bags had detonated, she
should have had trouble freeing her legs, since the accordion effect had
eliminated much of the front legroom, but that would explain the blood spatter
inside the car. The flea took a deep
breath before analyzing the facts once again.
A yellow cab, ignoring the police
signs pulled up to the accident. Three
officers approached the vehicle as the two men exited it arguing. �You drive like my grandmother!� the one
riding shotgun yelled.
�Really? She liked NASCAR too?� the driver replied
sarcastically.
�I could have gotten us here in
half the time!� the first protested as the police captain sighed.
�You would have gotten us here in a
body bag!�
�Enough you two!� Myoga
shouted. �Inu Yasha, I don�t care if
she�s your girlfriend, you�re not supposed to be here!�
�Like you can keep me away?� The strong smell of sake hit the flea as he
approached his ward.
�Have you been drinking?�
�Why do you think I had to let the
baka drive?� Inu Yasha walked past him,
feeling like he had swallowed the concrete slab that had broken his rib days
prior. The car looked worse in person
than on television.
�Who are you?� Myoga turned to the other man in question.
�Miroku Higurashi, and if you will
excuse me, I would like to find out what happened to my sister.�
A light of recognition filled
Myoga�s eyes as he remembered the young boy that had managed to pull Kagome
from her father�s body. Had so much time
passed?
�That is a job for the police,�
Myoga informed. �Rest assured, we will
find out where she is.�
�Like you found out who killed
Taro?� Miroku raised an eyebrow, and when the flea failed to respond, returned
to inspecting the vehicle. Inu Yasha was
sitting on the driver�s seat, with his legs outside the car.
�Her scent was washed out by the
rain.� Inu Yasha explained as he tried
to push aside the smell of her blood. He
lifted up the deflated airbag.
�What�s that?� Miroku asked as he noticed a rip in the
bag. Touching it, he replied, �It�s a
clean cut, as if it were made with a knife.�
Turning to Myoga, he asked, �Did anyone deflate the airbag?�
�No, it was like that when we found
it. They deflate almost instantaneously,
you know,� the flea answered as he walked up to the two. It was not good to let his men think that these
two were doing all the work for him.
�How about the seatbelt?� Miroku
asked as he searched for it.
�We haven�t touched a thing.�
�She was driving the car,� her
brother spoke solemnly as he held up her cell phone. He moved away from the car and walked over
towards the railing.
�We think she may have stumbled out
of the car and tried to walk for help.
We are examining the side of the mountain, in case she fell in the
process. But, we have no reason to
believe she is not alive.�
�She would never have left her cell
phone behind!� Miroku protested.
Inu Yasha growled as he began to
examine the steering wheel closely.
Myoga watched closely as the brother stepped over the railing and looked
in some of the bushes. His sister wouldn�t
be in there. Why was he looking? �She was taken by force,� both interlopers
announced. Miroku walked back with the
seatbelt in his hand.
�Look at the ends; it�s been ripped
out,� Miroku announced as he threw the seat belt at the police captain. �I�m guessing a demon by the strength
required to do so.�
�There were at least two,� Inu
Yasha growled as he pulled the sliver of metal from the steering wheel. �And one had a knife.�
�They said on the news that her car
lost control. How do you know?� Miroku
demanded, not liking what he had found.
�There are no tire impressions on
the road that indicate she tried to stop.�
Myoga explained.
�Has anyone checked the breaks?�
�You have to excuse us slow moving
officers, but there is a thing about evidence called a chain of custody. We can�t just go doing things without first
making sure the scene has been processed.
They will check the brakes at the lab!� Myoga tried to defend himself.
�The brake pedal is completely
sunken in,� Inu Yasha informed as he thanked Kami that the room left by the
pedals would have been enough for her not to have lost a leg.
�She must have lost her brake
fluid,� Myoga reasoned. �It could have
happened in the crash.
�Given that there are no sharp
tread marks, the likelihood of her having lost the brake fluid before the crash
is greater,� Miroku countered as he walked in the direction the car had
come. �I got a message from her mechanic
last night that her car would be ready by morning� he would have made sure the
brakes were working. He�s very thorough.�
�Are you saying someone planned
this?� Myoga questioned.
�This ain�t no accident!� Inu Yasha
replied as he squashed the flea on his way out of her vehicle. He tried without success to pick up her
scent, not caring if the officers made fun of his sniffing the ground.
�Over here!� Miroku shouted. Out of curiosity, the other officers followed
as well. He was kneeling by the other
side of the highway, were the soil met the concrete.
�Look at these tread marks!� Miroku
demanded.
�They are big!� one of the officers
replied as he placed a ruler by them before photographing them. �I would say an eighteen wheeler. I will know for certain after I compare them
at the lab.�
�I meant, look at the
direction!� The frustration was growing
in the monk�s voice. �They are facing
the railing�The truck would have had to been intersecting at least two out of
the three lanes to do that!� Miroku
observed.
�This was a kidnapping,� the flea
agreed. �But who would take her?�
�I think it would be easier to
answer, who wouldn�t,� Miroku replied sarcastically before turning towards Inu
Yasha. �We should shorten the list.�
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Sango�s employees had learned to
steer clear of their boss when there was a certain demonic sparkle in her
eyes. Today was not any different. The sparkle looked more like a red targeting
rifle laser, but the warning was clear.
She was not in a good mood. So,
when a package was delivered to the office, her secretary was very tempted not
to pass it along. Unfortunately, it was
marked urgent, and Nadia knew better than to delay its delivery.
The woman knocked slowly and
ventured to enter, only after her boss had screamed a few curses. �I hate to bother you, Miss Kizu, but this
package came urgent.�
�Do I look like I care?� Sango snapped. The pain had caused her to go into a cold
sweat.
�I�m sorry,� the young girl began
as she held up the package, �but it says medical��
Sango rushed the girl�s side and
took the package from her. She looked
inside, and remained tense for a few seconds before turning to her quite
frightened secretary and giving her a big kiss.
�Thank Kami!�
Nadia looked at her boss in
confusion until the woman told her to lock the door. �I chased a suspect into a boiler room;�
Sango began to explain, �In the struggle, I bumped into a broken steam
pipe.� She handed the jar of balm to her
assistant. �It was still hot, and I got
a nasty burn,� Sango finished. �They
gave me some of that when I was treated, but, it wore off.�
The young girl assisted the security
head in removing the windbreaker, and then, she applied a generous amount of
balm to the burn. It seemed a bit small
to be a pipe, but what did she know about pipes, anyway? Sango Kizu wasn�t known for her great ability
to lie. Besides, the woman had no need
to.
Nadia smiled as she noticed her
boss was relaxing. She was going to keep
a few jars of the stuff handy. �Do you
want me to bandage it?�
�Yes, please.� The secretary was smiling again. If her boss remembered her manners, then it
meant she was back to her old self. �Oh,
the guy from ITS called.�
�How long until we have network
access?�
�He�s not sure, but he said he
reset your voicemail. It�s back to the
default password, and so is your computer.
At least you can access your personal files.�
�Something is something.�
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�Let�s split up,� Miroku suggested
as they drove back to town.
�Do you have a lead you don�t want
to share?� Inu Yasha demanded.
�You seem sober enough to ride your
bike,� Miroku observed. �I thought it
would be useful if you checked out other leads.�
�Why?�
�Because, if I take you with me,
you�ll kill my potential witness before he spills!�
�Keh, I have more self-control than
that!�
�But, I don�t! I need someone that can control me before I
kill the bastard!�
�Oh?�
�I figured I could take Sango and
have you check the apartment.�
�Haven�t you checked your home
yet?� Inu Yasha demanded in a growl. If
she had escape, she might have gone there!
�Of course I did, but it doesn�t
mean you can�t find clues I can�t see or smell!� Miroku shouted back. He wasn�t in the mood to be patient. �The hit was perfectly executed by a
professional. They had to have been
tailing her. I figured that if you
checked the apartment for any strange scents and compared them to those in the
garage, you might get a lead!�
Inu Yasha looked at the monk
suspiciously. He wasn�t lying, and it
made sense to an extent. �Sango will be
with you?�
�Yes.�
�Fine.� Miroku made a sharp right, onto an uneven
street. Keeping the car on two wheels he
cut through a tight alley into the other side of town. Making a sharp left, the car bounced back
onto its four wheels. �I told you: you
drive just as slowly as my grandmother.�
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�Kouga sit still,� Ayame
warned. After the wolf demon had been
given medical clearance, his fianc� had managed to purchase the last two first
class tickets to Tokyo available.
Actually, they were the only two tickets the airline had left.
�Why won�t this idiot take
off?� Kouga growled.
�For two reasons: First, he hasn�t
been cleared.�
�Who needs clearance?�
�And because not all the passengers
are on board.� Ayame sighed as she continued to type away. She hadn�t had a chance to respond to the
quarterly reports until now, and frankly, business always took her mind off her
personal troubles, like the fact that her best friend was in direct
life-threatening danger.
�I told you we should have rented a
private plane!�
�None were available.�
�We should have flown ours in!�
�It would have taken twice as long
to get back,� Ayame replied calmly. Her
boyfriend was a bit of a hothead at times.
�Forget this shit!� Kouga yelled as
he stood up.
�Where are you going?�
�To talk to the pilot!�
�Didn�t she kick you out of the
cockpit already?� Ayame asked with a raised eyebrow.
�She needs to understand that time
is vital!�
�And you need to understand that if
you bother her again, she�ll have us thrown off the plane, and we won�t be able
to get back until tomorrow night. So,
sit down and be quiet!�
The wolf prince growled in return,
but did as he was told. He could be
patient. �This is your captain
speaking. I have just been informed by
our flight attendants that we will be momentarily delayed, waiting for our
connecting passengers.�
Kouga growled as his eyes tinged with red.
�She�ll be fine. She�s an amazing girl, you know,� Ayame
reassured. Kouga just buried his claws
in his armrest.
�If you only knew how much danger
she really is in�� Kouga thought to himself.
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Unable to get any work done thanks
to Miroku�s little bug, Sango
resigned herself to reading more case files.
Old Miko had included some vital folders with the balm, which was
working a lot better now that she was applying it regularly.
Sango sighed as she switched
files. She was surprised to find Kouga�s
file was light. She expected someone
like the Wolf Prince to be high on The Agency�s priority list. On the first page, in big bold letters, was
the word �Ally.�
�That explains a lot,� Sango
mumbled as she read through the file.
There wasn�t much of interest or value in it. He had gone to school for Management and
International Business. He was a hothead
that enjoyed extreme sports, and he had raced on many occasions with Inu Yasha
in underground street competitions. He
was to be married to Ayame next summer, a woman he was madly in love with. She was his second love after Kagura Naraku,
but it was Ayame�s name that was his ATM password. But, most of this information she already
knew from working with Ayame.
Sango picked up the phone on the
second ring, noticing the damaged receiver�
�I cursed out Sesshomaru!� she realized.
Since she was still alive, she ventured to hope that he hadn�t noticed. �Full Moon Enterprises, Sango Kizu speaking.�
�Sango, why haven�t you called me
back? I left five messages for you!�
Miroku demanded.
�Maybe it has something to do with
the fact that a certain someone disabled my voicemail!� she shot back.
�So you haven�t heard?�
�Heard what?� she asked, noticing
the gravity of his tone.
�My sister is missing. It looks like she�s been abducted. I just dropped Inu Yasha off. Can you meet me at Jakotsu�s; I need someone
to keep me from killing the bastard before I get the information I need.�
�I�m on my way,� she replied
standing up. �Nadia!� she screamed. �Forward all my calls to my cell phone. I�ll be out of my office for the rest of they
day.�
She didn�t waste time in running to
her car, which, she realized still had a bomb in it. She would have to take a cab. How she hated this situation!
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Inu Yasha felt strange entering the
empty apartment. If she wasn�t here,
there was no reason for him to be there, but Miroku was right. There was much to learn here. He made his way to her room, enjoying the
slight scent of her shampoo. What he
would give to have her standing before him right now! He would even forget her trespasses. He would forgive her and take her into his
arms, where he could protect her.
�Kagome,� he whispered as he entered her room.
It smelled of her, even though she
hadn�t stopped by in a couple of days.
He walked in taking a look around, and stopped short in front of the
mural. The painted hanyou was growling,
snarl on his lips and crimson in his eyes.
He seemed ready to pounce, even though the arrow kept him in place.
With cautious steps, he walked
towards the mural. �You know where she
is,� he demanded. �I know she�s
alive. She has to be! I can still feel her, and so can you.� He
lifted his hand to the surface of the painting before finishing, �Show me where
she is! Show me, so that I can get my
bitch back!�
His fingers felt a surge of
electricity as the room became dark.
�Inu Yasha�� The rain was
pounding on the car as he looked on to her half conscious self, lying on the
air bag. She called for him. The driver side door was opened and a small
framed demon leaned in, stabbing the airbag so hard and fast, his knife was
caught in the steering wheel. He tried
to pull her out, but the seatbelt kept her in place. The passenger side door opened, and a second,
bigger demon leaned into the car.
Effortlessly, he ripped the seatbelt from her body. Inu Yasha tried to grab her before they
removed her from the car, but his hand went through her body.
Inu Yasha didn�t realize he had
moved his hand until he saw her bed. The
vision had faded. �You couldn�t stop
them either,� he spoke to the mural softly before lightly touching the painted
hanyou once again.
It was dark, damp and cramped, but
she was there, chained to a wall.
�Kagome?� He walked towards her, hearing
strange voices echoing in the small space.
They seemed to be coming from above.
He couldn�t make them out.
Touching the cold stone wall, he walked to her side. �Kagome?� he asked again. He observed the gentle rise and fall of her
chest. She was alive and well!
�Where are you?� he asked as he
tried to make sense of the round tight room.
He had never been in a place like this.
�Mine!� the shriek came from above
as rows of pointed fangs descended upon him.
Inu Yasha opened his eyes. He was still in her room. The painted hanyou looked back at him with
pleading crimson eyes. Inu Yasha
understood. He was pinned to a tree,
bound by color pigments. �I�ll get her
back,� he promised pulling out his cell phone.
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�What do you mean you don�t know
what happened to Kagome?� Sango demanded the minute she stepped out of her
cab. �Doesn�t the Agency put some sort
of GPS on all its members?�
�We do, in our cell phones, but
Kagome left hers in the car.�
�Don�t you have secret ones implanted
under your skin, or something?� Sango asked.
�We tried that, but one of our
enemies got hold of the frequency. The
Agency hasn�t used them in years,� he answered as he walked up the steps.
�What does Jakotsu know?�
�He always keeps an eye on my sister. He has said more than once that he would like
to turn her into his prot�g�e.�
Not bothering to knock, he kicked
the door down. Sango was impressed,
considering that it had only been a few hours since his sister removed the
bullet from his back. She followed him
quietly, noticing how determined his step was.
Jakotsu never saw the fist that
contacted with his eye. The dominatrix
should never have left his study. �Where
is my sister?�
�How should I know?� Jakotsu asked
from the spot on the floor he had landed.
Dressed similarly as the last time, with the exception that today�s
color scheme was red, the sex lord quickly knocked his opponent to the
ground.
�I know you keep your eye on her,� Miroku replied as the two
got to their feet. Jakotsu wasted no
time in kicking Miroku back down.
�I don�t know what you� AH!� Sango
had pinned Jakotsu the wall with one arm over his Adam�s apple, and her gun
pointed between his legs. �I see you
brought your new master� Sango, was it?�
�Jakotsu, meet Kira,� Miroku
introduced as he stood up rubbing his sore chest. Sango had been quick. He figured her style of interrogating would
be faster than his. �Do you want to know
how she earned her name?�
�We didn�t take her! We didn�t know
she was gone until we saw it on the news!�
Sango pulled back the safety of her revolver. �All we did was remove our protection! And you deserved that! That little prank of yours ruined our dining
room!�
�Your protection?� Sango inquired.
�The word on the street has always
been that Higurashi is under our protection; we changed that,� Jakotsu
informed. Miroku, he could read. This new dominatrix was a different
story. She had potential. If he could introduce her to some toys�
Sango didn�t stop Miroku from
knocking out the she-male. This wasn�t
good. �I had to remove her security
detail last night as well.�
�It wouldn�t have mattered. She had already ditched them earlier.�
�Anyone could have taken her,�
Sango complained.
�Hello?� Miroku answered his cell
phone on the first ring. �Inu Yasha,
slow down� Where did you see her? What
vision?� Miroku walked back to his cab
as he listened to the frantic ranting of the hanyou. �I have no idea where that could be� Demon with many teeth that shrieks� that
narrows it down to half the city. No,
it�s a start� See if you can find anything else, I�ll ask Old Miko if she knows
where that is. Thanks.�
He turned to Sango as they entered
his cab, �Inu Yasha had a vision.�
�Since when?�
�It was provoked by a sacred object
in Kagome�s room. She�s alive but being
held either underground, or in a low place.
Inu Yasha said that she was in a round stone room, with dirt floors and
a multi-fanged demon on the ceiling.�
�I�ve never heard of such a place.�
�Neither have I, but Old Miko might
have. We should return to base, regroup
and go from there. It�s already
noon. She�ll have the day�s messages
ready.�
�I haven�t done that yet,� Sango
replied as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a familiar number. She typed in her regular code, but it was
rejected. �Shit, I forgot they reset
it.� She mumbled as she started to type
in the password, �change me.� Sango
paused and bit her lower lip.
�That means you�re thinking,�
Miroku observed.
�Do you have a pad and paper?� she
demanded.
�Glove compartment� why?�
She didn�t answer as she began to
toy with a theory. �I know what it all
means!� She shouted after a few
minutes. �I know why Naraku hasn�t
obtained the jewel!�
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Definitions:
A/N: Japanese translations in this
chapter were obtained on http://www.trussel.com/f_nih.htm and
http://www.freedict.com/onldict/jap.html
Kansendouro - (n) road; thoroughfare
Kira/Kiraa � (n) Killer
I would like to thank Frame of Mind
for helping with this chapter. She got
me through my block and beta the chapter at the same time. It looks like you guys got an extra chapter,
though I would like to apologize for this taking so long. I got so caught up with house repairs and my
new job.
I can�t say when the next chapter
will be out, but I will try my best to make it ASAP.
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