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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Inuyasha and
characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I�m just messing with them and making no
money out of it.
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Domestication

Chapter 4: Malevolent Dead

The stench of death propelled
Inuyasha to the shrine. Leaping from tree to tree with blinding speed, he
approached the entrance. His heightened senses detected seven intruders in the
perimeter. But that was not before drowning amongst the gagging smell of blood.
He first found the bodies of the two
young mikos-in-training, their torsos both cut as it appeared to be done in one
quick stroke.
Desperately quelling down his rising
panic, he went further into the grounds to witness the butchered remnants of
other members of the household. They, unfortunately, were not given a quick and
merciful end. Inuyasha surveyed the convoluted mass of torn limbs and bodies
bitten, and strewn all over the place. He could only think of one name before
he sped into the main shrine.
�Kikyou.�
Remnants of her purifying barrier
clung to him and pushed him back, prickling his skin like a thousand needles.
Inuyasha willed to move forward, trudging through every wave of energy as it
forcefully drew out blood from his pores.
He came into the barrier, gasping
and bleeding profusely. His hair was partly singed and his fingers and ears
were cracked and curled as if burned.
There was no time to heal. Inuyasha
limped, approaching the open doors of the shrine. He was unprepared for the
sight before him.
Kikyou lay bloodied on the tatami
mat. Her body twisted at an impossible angle. He could still hear her breathing
and as if sensing his approaching, she released her remaining life force to
drive him out. Inuyasha was pushed back, but that did not deter him to go
inside and reach out for her. He did not see the flash of a blade come at him
until it was too late. Inuyasha was hurled back against a tree with such force
that the trunk split in two.
He looked down on himself and saw
that his stomach had been slit open. Inuyasha glared up and saw the seven
mercenaries, all humans. It finally made sense to him how they are able to pass
through the wards as the barriers were only designed to keep off youkais and
evil spirits.
�Ohh, o-aniki, look a cute inu
youkai!!� one of the mercenaries gushed. He had purple streaks marking down his
eyes.
Inuyasha
quickly studied them, roughly measuring their strengths and rank. The braided
one carrying the broadsword bearing his blood would be the leader. Now to at
least dispose of one, he must begin with the weakest.
�Perhaps, this is the shrine�s lion
dog.� the short man in white mocked.
Without warning, Inuyasha made an
open attack against the one of the large brute amongst them. The assassin had a
metallic ball and as he prepared to knock the hanyou down, Inuyasha surprised
them by kicking back on his bulky body and like a springboard, pounced on his
true target. Neither the unfortunate mercenary nor his companions were able to
react in time when with several swipes of his claws, the hanyou crashed through
him, his body breaking into neat chunks of bloodied flesh.
�Mukotsu!!!� They cried out for his
fallen comrade.
It was then they took him seriously.
Inuyasha bristled and crouched in defensive stance as they circled around him.
He knew their strategy, but he could scarcely think since the bloodlust was
clouding his brain. They had him on all sides and from there they showed no
mercy.
Inuyasha growled in
frustration, clutching his stomach to prevent his insides from spilling. His
back was skinned and burned with explosives. Though he had the advantage of
speed, each time he would advance to one of the assassins the others behind
would close on him to attack.
�Bunch of spineless turds�� Inuyasha spat on the ground with
disdain.
He then moved again, this time
towards the leader. As expected, the braided assassin swung his broadsword to
cut through him. But Inuyasha was faster than him. Swiftly he jumped on the
huge weapon and ran towards the wielder.
He leapt before another sword could slice him.
There were sounds of explosion as he
was in midair and loud cries then followed when a member had apparently fired
towards the direction of the leader. Other shots rang out and Inuyasha twisted
his body to meet the cannonballs head-on.
The explosion hurt his ears and in
frenzy he had caught one of the metal balls and flung it back. Some of the
flesh on his palm was torn from the hot metal, but the pain was worth it when
the hanyou saw it hit against the face of the iron-jawed man.
Amidst the assault of the explosion,
he could not evade the chained iron ball. With breaking force, it brought him
crashing down against the shrine roof, through the planks of wood and finally
descending on the floor beside his fallen miko.
He groaned in pain and coughed blood
as dust covered his face.
It was faint, but he opened his eyes
as he heard her whisper his name.
He was face to face with her and for
once, in all the time that Inuyasha knew her, he saw tears in her eyes.
Kikyou caressed his battered face
and rested on his gouged eye.

�Run.�

Her hands curled in pain as she
screamed in silence. Spatters of blood marked Inuyasha�s face and with his good
eye, he looked up to see an assassin plunge his clawed weapon on her back.
He screamed in primal fury as he
grappled for the killer�s neck. The cut of the sword and the steel claw did not
faze him from closing in on the assassin�s bone. Inuyasha stared back at the
crazed eyes of his enemy and smiled his bloodied grin as he heard a satisfying
snap of the vertebrae.
Everything dulled for Inuyasha. He
was numb and tired. He could care less when a sword pierced his side.
It was a good day to die.
He was going to see his miko again.
But not before taking more of these
sons of bitches with him.

In the end, there were only four
members of the Shichinin-tai left. The leader by the name of Bankotsu, his
third in command, Jakotsu and a cyborg assassin named Ginkotsu. Renkotsu, the
second in command was carried by the latter. His ribs jut out of his body and
was on the brink of death.
�He was a good fighter,� Bankotsu
softly nudged the body of the hanyou, �he could have been useful to us if he
was on our side.�
�I feel a little jealous of
Kyoukotsu�� Jakotsu muttered soberly as he stared at the bloodied face of their
gigantic companion.
�What is to be jealous of having
your tongue ripped out and drowning in your own blood?� Renkotsu exclaimed. He
was not in the mood for conversation. He was bleeding and despite having been
treated for wounds, his blood kept on gushing out. Their true medic was now
dead, his spine broken from his neck.
Kyoukutsu being a cannibal, was
about to shove Inuyasha down his mouth. But the hanyou bit down on his tongue
and with both his bare hands, tore the thick muscle out of the assassin�s
throat.
�They were having mouth to mouth��
�Oh, for crying out loud!!!�
Renkotsu was now hysterical. His death was now imminent.

A faint cough brought the attention
of the four assassins.
�Will he not die?!� mourned
Renkotsu. His close companion, Ginkotsu moved forward to finish the hanyou.
�Wait!� commanded Bankotsu, pointing
to the direction of a large circular handle. �Lift that up.�
The cyborg set Renkotsu down on the
floor, grunting heavily as he pulled the handle up. It revealed a small cavern,
littered with bones and dirt.

�What do we have here?� remarked
Bankotsu.

�It�s nothing,� Jakotsu commented,
�no valuables whatsoever, just mud and bones, probably from youkais.�

�That explains the iron seal.� The
leader examined the half-a-meter thick metal hatchet and the strange engravings
on its edge.
�Renkotsu, you used to be a monk.�
Bankotsu called out to their second in command. �Do you know what the writings
mean?�
��Tis a burial chamber, the ward
would be to prevent demons to go in or come out.� Renkotsu gasped as he
answered.
�This would suit just fine. Bury the
mongrel alive. Jakotsu throw him in there.�
Jakotsu complied with relish that he
grabbed the hanyou�s ass before dumping him down the hole.
�Can�t help myself...� Jakotsu
Bankotsu then threw Kikyou�s body
along before Ginkotsu shut the entrance with a deafening slam.

They paid their respects to their
dead companions along with Renkotsu who had passed away after a few hours.

�Let�s go,� Jakotsu called his
remaining team,� the miko is dead. Our job here is done.�

Time passed unheeded in the dark
cavern. Inuyasha gradually stirred off his unconsciousness, moaning in pain.
The scent of rotted flesh hit him so hard that he could not help but retch. He
coughed and wiped the foul liquid from his mouth and in the darkness, he could
see Kikyou�s corpse just a couple of meters before him. Her raven black hair
had partially covered her decaying face.
Looking up, Inuyasha saw that the
door had been sealed and the wards activated. Not only were there strange
inscriptions on the seal, there were also similar engravings on the walls
around him. The cavern was small and the ground was littered with ashes and
bones.
�Youkai� thought Inuyasha. �This
is a demons� graveyard.�
He touched the wall near him and
tried to break through, but to no avail. The walls were not only made of iron,
they were also enchanted with a warding spell. Inuyasha could not help but
sweat as the place itself was warm and stifling. There would be enough oxygen
in the pit to sustain him for a few days, at most a week.

He inspected his wounds. Though the cut on his stomach was
starting to close, infection surrounded his wound in the form of gangrene.
While his back still ached from the explosive burns, those were tolerable
compared what had been done to his legs. Ensuring that he would not escape from
his fate, the mercenaries crippled him. It was an ugly sight to see. Inuyasha
grimaced at the ugly contortions done to his legs as they were crooked beyond
recognition. Fortunately he had undergone the same experience as a child and he
knew it would only be a matter of time before he could walk again. But a
creeping doubt latched on his mind as to how long he would be able to last
under this hellhole.
All he could do now was to wait, and
after a few hours he closed his eyes again to slumber.
Darkness welcomed him as he opened
his eyes. His sleep was fitful and his dreams were permeated with decay.
Covered by stink and sweat, his eyes lolled weakly, saving his strength for any
opportunity to escape.
This went on and on for an
interminable duration. Like a worm he crawled to explore his cavern, futilely
pushing the walls, hoisting his body up as he would dig his bleeding claws
against unforgiving crevices to push up the iron ceiling only to fall down to
the ground.

It was the sound of footsteps that
again woke him up. With renewed strength he hoisted himself up as the tapping
of wood increased.
A rasp of air came out of his mouth
as he tried to speak. With his back on the ground he rolled to his belly and
snorted out the dirt that filled his nostrils. Lifting off the ground with his
arms, Inuyasha started to move and climb the jagged side of the wall. His
muscled sinews stretched to their breaking point as it reached, grasped and
bore his weigh. Alternately latching his immobile legs to a crevice and
clutching another rock with his hands, Inuyasha continued to move up. Slowly he
worked his voice to speak then shout, hardly recognizing the roughened sound
that he made.
Reaching the covered top, he banged
the iron ceiling with his fist and screamed. The emptiness of the cavern echoed
his cries along with the pounding of flesh against metal.
This went on until exhaustion
drained him enough for to gravity pull him down hard and fast to the ground.
�Could they not hear?�
Inuyasha stared wide eyed at the unmoving ceiling above him.
Emptying the air out of his lungs,
he cried out for help. The sound of footsteps continued to pace unperturbed.
As he pleaded for his rescue, scenes
of his life flashed before his eyes. He had cried out before when they lashed
iron pikes on his infantile legs, he begged for mercy as he was sold and bound,
his hair pulled up from his roots as he was impaled and rutted like a piece of
meat.
Stubbornly fighting down his inner
demons that mocked him of hope, Inuyasha rose again and climbed up the wall.
His face contorted in pain as his wearied claws split open and bled.
�I�m down here! Someone help me��
Again he was left
alone to fight. It was nothing different from before, yet for the very first
time in his life he called out the name of a god.

Inuyasha lay on the
ground, his eyes moving sideways to stare up at the door. It was still tapping,
still knocking and tormenting the inu hanyou of their apathy. He lifted his
hands now bloodied, the bones of his knuckles peeping out of their fleshy
confines.
He was already dying.
Yet as his life was draining out, anger slowly burned and consumed him inside.
Forming a grudge that would encompass even death, he maliciously smiled as he
swore never to rest until he killed all the people he hated.
He would start from
the people that were now walking above him.

Inuyasha slept and
this time he did not hope to wake up alive.

Crick.

�to cut of every limb
one by one then sew them again with a needle, a ningen would die after a third
limb was cut, however, youkais fare better since one has an opportunity to
enjoy sewing their severed appendages with a needle. Images of sewn kewpie
dolls that hung above a ceiling swung like pendulums as he lay down and stared
at the rhythmic motion of darkness and severed flesh�

Crick. Crick.

�this time he was
standing on a mountain overlooking the endless black spikes that jut down from
the bottomless abyss; gigantic spears that were as numerous and far as the eye
could see. And the creatures that were each impaled on them reminded him of the
human church he had gone to before. Winged and humanlike, they were once
swathed with white. Now he sees them naked and their wings twisted and flexed.
Feathers fell around like snow. They looked like dandelions�

Crick, crack. Groan.
crick.

�something was echoing in the
darkness. He saw himself lying down on the ashes of dead youkais. The view
moved nearer and to the point where it closed in on his shadowed face�

The feel of cold flesh startled
Inuyasha. He woke up to see dead milky white eyes staring at him from the
rotted face of Kikyou.

Only darkness heard the terror of
his screams.

Inuyasha wedged himself against the
corner, his sight never leaving the priestess� remains. Was what he had seen
a dream? No, it was not. She would never let him sleep. Every time he shut
his eyes for too long, he could hear the creaking of her bones. As he would try
to slumber, he could feel her hair against his face. He loved her but still his
heart pounded out of his ribcage from fear. He was now scared of sleeping.

Months had passed and still Inuyasha
was alive.
She would not let him die or sleep.
There were numerous bite marks on
his arms and he stunk of blood and urine. His legs were now healed yet he was
now too weak to walk. Starvation consumed his flesh, leaving only a very lean
portion of flesh to frame his body.
At the wake of his pitiful wailing,
following the long maddened silence, his manic laughter echoed in the darkness.
The endless languish within the pit; the hunger and haunting overcame his last
shred of humanity.

The breaking was a sound of an
animalistic shriek. It rumbled in the pit, shaking the dust off the cavern
ceiling. Even the bones themselves trembled.
The demon now took over and he
roused with eyes blood red, howling victoriously, mouth arrayed with sharp
menacing teeth. Eager to ravage, eat and destroy. Inuyasha transformed into the
mindless killing machine so powerful that the wards flickered like candles from
his unholy aura.
Restless, the youkai raged and this
time the walls could not keep him in. Through the wooden shrine floor he burst
through, tearing and ripping apart anything that he could lay his hands on. The
bloodlust was throbbing in his veins and humming in his ears with ravenous
vengeance.

The night air was the first thing
Inuyasha felt. Consciousness then brought him the iron tang of blood, yet he
ignored it as he quietly indulged cool wind on his skin. Warm was the liquid
that poured from his mouth but he reveled the freedom and the sight of the
luminous moon above him. Closing his eyes, he moved his tongue to taste the raw
meat still throbbing within his mouth. He looked down at the mangled body of a
deer. Its dead eyes still wide with shock. If it had not been this animal, as a
youkai, he would have encountered a human and would not hesitate to feed. As
sign gratitude he dug a hole and buried its remains.
He had nothing left to live except
for the purpose of revenge, and after that he can go back to his eternal and
sought after slumber.

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One year after.

It was on the third
day of Kouga�s absence that the hanyou finally thought about the wolf�s
whereabouts. Maybe it was the fact that Inuyasha was absolutely bored to tears
and had nothing to do that he wondered what the hell Kouga was up to. After
flipping through the channels and finding nothing to entertain him, Inuyasha finally
got up from the couch and threw away the food that was intended for the wolf.
It was not like him to
sit idly doing nothing. So Inuyasha took a random jacket from Kouga�s closet
and slammed the door. When he stepped outside the apartment building, he was
again reminded of how he hated the world. It was windy and the strong breeze
ruffled his long white hair, obstructing his vision. The hanyou growled in
frustration as he wrestled with his tousled mane. He had forgotten to bring
something to tie up his hair and was too damn troubled to go back to the
apartment. Quickly resolving the matter, the hanyou stuffed his white locks in
his jacket and went on his way.

The city and its
streets was where he belonged. Being cooped up in the apartment suffocated him
and he was more than happy to be back in the crowd and the bustling concrete
jungle.
So Inuyasha went back
to his old ways. He browsed through the malls, picked a few pockets and ate in
either fast foods or gourmet restaurants, depending on his current taste.
He then bought a
ticket to a B movie, hoping to take a nap. But the sounds of moans and creaking
seats kept him awake as he huddled in the cold dark corner of the movie house.
In his lucid sleep, he
could feel someone come near him. All too familiar with the scent of lust, with
a flick of his arm, his hand lightly wrapped around the startled stranger.
Inuyasha opened his eyes to see his would-be-seducer pale in shock. Inuyasha
studied him and casually led the man in front of him. Taking on cue, the man
knelt down and Inuyasha shifted his hips toward him. When the hanyou moved to
open his zipper, it was at that moment that the man saw his ears.
As if reading his mind, Inuyasha
said. �Touch the ears and you die.�
Sighing disappointedly, the man
dropped his hand. Cautiously, as he met Inuyasha�s eyes, he moved his hands up
to the half-demon�s thighs.
Too slow, thought Inuyasha.
He needed the high of orgasm; it was his greatest addiction second pain. There
was no time for foreplay. Growling in frustration, Inuyasha leaned forward,
intending to take control of the pace. Soon he was bucking heedlessly as he
closed his eyes to block out the sounds of lapping tongue and his suppressed
groans only to singularly focus on the feeling of blood racing in his veins.
Sparks of white danced behind his eyelids as he came, spilling his seed inside
the eager mouth. Suddenly Kouga appeared in his thoughts making him open his
eyes in surprise.
Feeling dirty and cold after the
sexual high had passed, Inuyasha ordered the stranger to leave and bother him
no more. Tucking his hands under his elbows, the hanyou felt lonelier than
before.

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Kouga had long
forgotten why he was in the park in the first place but nevertheless he
indulged on his spare time by dozing under a nearby tree.
News travel fast as far as his
family was concerned. The moment he stepped inside his parent�s house, it was
his mother who opened the door. She hugged him tight, told him it would be
alright, and gave him a hot chocolate as he was ushered towards the kitchen
table where his father was reading an old novel.
It was just one month of suspension,
but they were treating him as if he lost his job.
�It was his dream job��
�Aw, shucks ma!� Kouga could only
roll his eyes and loudly comment as he could hear his mother talking to his
aunt over the phone.
It was the last straw when his
father secretly gave him porn magazines to make him happy.
So Kouga wandered around the
neighborhood and inconspicuously conducted some investigation by the day. By
night, he hung around bars to get stone drunk and to wake up in the morning
with a girl or two in some apartment.
He was rudely shaken from slumber by
a couple of kicks to his side. Acting on reflex, he pinned and subdued his
attacker by twisting his arm.
�Owowwow, damn you fu-�
�Inuyasha?� Kouga was surprised to
see the hanyou, �What the hell are you doing here?�
�I was supposed to ask that-ow! You
shithead, let go of my arm.�
�This is for kicking me, dogturd.�
Inuyasha uttered a foul curse when
the wolf applied a bit of pressure on his arm.
�Bastard!!� he spat.
�A little bit of courtesy couldn�t
kill you, Inukkuro. How about �good evening, Kouga� or �Evening there, mangy
wolf� but nooo, you had to ��
Before Kouga could react, Inuyasha
maneuvered out of the arm grip and punched him right on the face.
�You talk too much, wolf. Get up I�m
starving.�
�I�ll get you for this.�
The hanyou ignored his threats. �I
smell food somewhere. Care for some ramen?�
Everything stopped for Kouga, who
just stared blankly at Inuyasha. He wasn�t used to the hanyou not being mean,
and right now he was having butterflies in his stomach.
�Dumbass.� With that Inuyasha turned
around and walked away.
�Hey wait.� Kouga rose up and followed
the hanyou. �That better not be my jacket, dog turd!�

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The Aoishibaya was where they were
supposed to meet. The restaurant was on the top of one of the highest
skyscrapers of the city. Lush landscaped garden surrounded the establishment and
the restaurant itself was a fusion of modern and traditional architecture as the main interiors were divided by
waterfalls while some of the marbled panels were bedecked by prints and works
of calligraphy by famous masters of the past.
On one of the exclusive rooms was
Sesshoumaru quietly sipping his tea and simply meditating on the view of the
stone gardens outside.
There was a sound of a panel sliding
and a steady shuffle of footsteps.
�A minute later and I would not
hesitate breaking your neck.�
�And good evening to you too,
Sesshoumaru-sama.�
The young man named Hitomi made a
courteous gesture as he sat on the other side of the table.
�Do not mock me, Kagewaki-brat.�
�Whatever do you mean? The old
demons still address you by your title.�
This would be a different time.
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes in piquancy at the young man�s careless
insolence.
�Deliver your message and get away
from my sight.�
He seemed unruffled. �There will be
a large delivery of drugs from the northern district. The estimate would be
around 10 billion yen but Onigumo�s interest would lie on the �Shikon� that
would come along the shipment.�
Sesshoumaru�s interest was tweaked
at the mention of the name.
�The �Shikon� is a new drug that
would increase a youkai�s strength for a short period of time. The drug was
named from a mythical artifact that gives the bearer whatever he wishes for.�
�But of course, you already know
what that is; having lived for so long.�
Hitomi stopped for a moment to sip
his tea.
�When would the shipment be?�
�I have yet to know.� The young man eyed the ring on Sesshoumaru�s
finger.
�So who is the lucky girl?�
�None of your business,� the dog
demon curtly replied.
�I hope to be friends with you once
this business with Onigumo would be over.� Hitomi spoke as he gazed at the
dominating print work of the room.

�That was you, am I right?�

Sesshoumaru did not speak but merely
gazed at the picture of a white clad demon brandishing two swords.
�I feel that the artist, Hokusai,
gave you a favorable advantage over that other demon.�
The young man turned his back at
Sesshoumaru as he moved closer to the painting.
�Did you see the face behind the
demon�s mask?�
�It was of no importance. He was
already dead.�
The young man fell silent and slowly
turned to face Sesshoumaru.
�You must perhaps sometimes feel
melancholy. You that had once regarded humans as scum now find yourself
overrun-�
He did not finish ash he was lifted
up off the floor by the dog demon.
�You try my patience. Leave before I
make you pay for your words.�
Clasping Sesshoumaru�s hands, Hitomi
spoke. �Then I apologize beforehand if I say that I look forward to seeing you.
I am truly fascinated by you.�
�You do not know what you say,
Kagewaki-brat.�
With that, Sesshoumaru threw the
young man roughly aside and turned his back as if dismissing him.
�You will give me more information
about this shipment when I summon for your presence again.�
�As you wish,� With a smile, the
young man turned around and left.

After a few minutes passed,
Sesshoumaru sat and sipped his tea. Finding it quite distasteful and wanting
something stronger for the moment, he called in to order for sake.

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They ate ramen under the moon.

�Doesn�t this kind of night make a
memory?�
�It reminds me of death, decay and
depression.� Inuyasha mumbled between chews.
�You, my friend, have a lot of angst
in your system.� Inuyasha raised a brow on the word �friend�. Were they not
strangling each other�s throats a minute ago? �So what part of your childhood
got screwed up?�
�Just all of it.�
A silent pause.
�You�re gonna give my jacket back,
aren�t you?�
�I�m cold so fuck off. When we get
back home, I�m gonna stuff this to your face.�
�Ever heard of body warmth?�
�Go ahead and I�ll stab your brains
through your nostrils.� The hanyou waved his chopsticks for emphasis.
�Where were you for the last three
days?� Inuyasha asked nonchalantly.
�Got wasted,� Kouga admitted. �You
know I have nothing against this,� he gestured his empty bowl, �but you ought
to try Ichiraku. They have the best ramen in town.�
The wolf demon leaned back and
observed Inuyasha�s profile, quietly admiring the way his hair was bathed in
moonlight.
�I ought to take you there
sometime,� Kouga added.

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True to his word, when Inuyasha and
Kouga went back to the apartment, the inu hanyou threw the jacket at the wolf�s
face. But Kouga didn�t mind as for some reason he was feeling fuzzy and
ridiculously happy tonight.
This was the perfect moment,
Kouga concluded as he checked out the package his brother had given him. His
ears perked at the sound of the shower running. It�s one of the quirks of the
inu hanyou to bathe frequently. Good thing Inuyasha was conscientious enough to
clean the bathroom every now and then lest the drainage would be clogged with
all the hair that he�s often washing. With Inuyasha preoccupied, Kouga
proceeded to enter the bedroom with the package in hand.

After quite some time, the wolf demon plopped down on the makeshift bed
of his couch and shut his eyes to sleep. It was all for the good actually,
Kouga contemplated. Since he was a pup, his brothers put up a dream catcher on
the window to prevent him from getting nightmares lest they beat him to a pulp
again by frequently tossing and turning in his sleep. He could not actually
determine if it was the strange artifact or their constant pummeling that cured
him.
But what caused his growing unease
was what he put on top of the bed. His mother gave it to him when he was a very
young pup. It was a light blue flannel stuffed toy wolf cub with shiny black
buttons for eyes. Kouga cherished the toy because it somehow set him apart from
his other brothers and it oddly comforted him, making him realize that his
mother was alright with having another son in the family instead of a girl that
she had always wanted. His brothers, especially Akio teased him of his childish
attachment when he was nearing adolescence, but he always had it with him and
often he kicked his brothers� wolf butt because of it. When he was too old to
play with it, he kept it inside a plastic bag and stored it up in the attic. He
never gave it to his nephews. Aoji�s son was too old, Jubei�s infant daughter
might drool and mess it up and Kami knows how many Blarney plushies Akio�s sons
got every year. They would not think of keeping a ragged old toy.
So what made him put his beloved toy
on the bed and at the mercy of the inu hanyou; he didn�t know. Faraway there
was a click of the bathroom door, a steady shuffle of footsteps, and the
careless slam of the bedroom door. It was already too late to take it back.
Kouga was still grasping the meaning behind his actions; that perhaps it was a
means of opening up. Yeah that was it� somehow exposing a vulnerable part of oneself
so the interrogated person would also share. Kouga doubted if he should share
that method to the Tactical Assault team since it would obviously create
entertainment at his expense. Akai Hojo a.k.a pansy boy would probably agree to
it and support him all the way, but that would definitely be worse.
Kouga�s brows furrowed when he heard
Inuyasha�s suppressed chuckle. His teeth then clenched when it escalated to an
uproarious laughter.
�Why that ungrateful fucktard!!�

His eyes suddenly snapped open as
the unmistakable sound of ripping fabric was heard. All too calmly, the wolf
demon rose up, took a gun from a drawer closet and walked toward the bedroom
door.
When Kouga came in, he was met with
the inu hanyou standing proudly with both hands on his hips jeerfuly mocking
him while moving back to let the wolf demon see the armless stuffed toy caught
amongst the strings of the dream catcher.
Inuyasha had no time to react when
Kouga pointed the gun at him and repeatedly shot him �till all the contents of his
ammunition were spent. After a deafening series of gunshots, the inu hanyou
fell down none too gracefully from the window and after a couple of stories
came in hard contact with the concrete walkway.

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There was a hostage crisis on one of
the financial districts of the city. The Daiguro Bank of Commerce was a small
establishment, yet due to its strategic location and also the fact that many of
its holdings belong to the multinational investors, the regular police force had
to make way for the SWAT operatives that arrived fifteen minutes later.
One of the commanding officers of
the SWAT, an effeminate looking moth youkai sporting a heavily armored uniform
and a distinctive red lipstick, approached the current in-charge of the
district police who was at the moment talking to the owner of the bank.
Sgt. Gatenmaru had a natural
wariness to amphibians, particularly frogs Moreover a frog youkai in-charge who
was now staring at him with red bulbous eyes in scrutiny.
His
basic nature was telling him that the in-charge, one by the name of Tsukumo no
Gama (�How quaint�� Gatenmaru mused as he read on the name plate), would open
up his mouth, stick his tongue out and pop him in like an insect.
�Tell me of the developments.�
�Gokurachou�s been cornered on, as
for casualties,� The frog youkai officer began as he fished out for a pack of
cigarettes for later, �we have two on their side and three of ours. We have no
reported hostage executions so far. As for demands, they want an escape route
in exchange for the civilians.�
�As for the negotiator?� the moth
youkai inquired.
�One of the district teams
volunteered,� the senior cop looked up from his small notebook, �Detective
Uchida.�
�Uchida?�
Gatenmaru looked at him hard,
�Uchida Sango?�
There was a shuffling of papers from
the notebook. �Errhm..yes.�
The decision to send Sango to
negotiate was akin to making the goddess of death Shiva into a diplomatic
ambassador or the Greek war god Mars as a UN spokesperson for peace.
�You sent the Exterminator into the
building to negotiate?�
The frog youkai made a strangled
affirmative sound. Tsukumo no Gama wondered if there was a synonym for the
�Exterminator� title that was in conjunction with the word �compromise� or he
dared hope �subtle�.
�How long has she been in there?�
�About ten minutes.�
Gatenmaru turned to face the owner
and advised: �If you have insurance be ready to contact them now.�
And as if to punctuate his point,
the whole building exploded, starting from the topmost level then booming down
to the ground floor. Amidst the fireworks, the inferno and the all too familiar
smell of chicken roast, the Exterminator and her hell kitty whose back was
strapped full with the dazed hostages, walked out like any hero from an action flick---barely
scathed and looking coolly pissed.
Gatenmaru just nodded his head in
response as Sango noticed her former colleague. A year ago, she had passed a
request for a temporary transfer stating that all SWAT activities were just too
exciting for her taste. Now as the fire blazed upwards, Gatenmaru thoughtfully
gazed at the barbecuing building wondering if this was her idea of a vacation.

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Chief Sesshoumaru Chiba stared
thoughtfully at the flushed senior police officer who by a couple of minutes
ago was launching a tirade of the concept of justice and the vicious world that
people live in.
�And in the end,� the dog demon
concluded it for Sango, �were you able to accomplish your role as a
negotiator?�
�Yes,� she replied, �in the end
there was nothing to negotiate.�
Death was too good for her.
Apparently Sango had conveniently
excluded in her speech the whole exploding building, the massive material
casualties and the stark raving mad investors that Sesshoumaru until now had
all too keenly felt. Ever since the incident, his blasted phone had been
emitting radioactive vibrations so constantly that it would have made an
ordinary human male to be sterile for the rest of his life. The dog youkai was
on his fourth cell phone as he had disposed of the others and had acquired
different phone numbers on each new purchase to elude persistent callers. But
that would not deter the aggravated financial investors and the local
businessman. With their dreaded legion of telemarketers and phone sales people,
Sesshoumaru�s contact numbers were always discovered with frightening
efficiency.
It would be a matter of time before
his secretary would cave in.
�You would need a partner to keep
you grounded,� the dog youkai began his prelude to doom. �When Ogami Kouga
reports for work next week, he will accompany you on your day to day duties.�
Sesshoumaru then quietly savored the
look of total horror and disbelief that camped on the female officer�s face. He
liked the bit about �day to day�. Though he should have also gone for
�including off duty�; he was still satisfied with the outcome.
�You are dismissed Uchida.�

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Inuyasha was screaming when he woke
up. Next thing he knew, he was face to face with Kouga. The wolf demon was
holding his face with both hands and asking him how he was feeling.
Without haste, Inuyasha gave Kouga
an uppercut so hard that the wolf demon fell of the couch.
�You bloody psycho!! You fucking
shot me and you have a fucking gall to ask me how the hell I feel?!!� The inu
hanyou bellowed.
Kouga sat up from where he landed
and straightened his shirt, �And here I am thinking that a much needed rest
would greatly improve your mood,� The wolf demon mused loudly to himself.
�I can�t feel my face,� Inuyasha
sarcastically remarked as he pinched his cheeks, �Am I supposed to be happy and
grateful about that?�
Then Inuyasha noticed something
different with the room and also with the wolf.
�What decade did I wake up to?�
�You just conked out for two weeks,�
Kouga answered.
�No shit,� Inuyasha retorted, �what
did you hit me with? Elephant tranquilizers?�
�Well, yes,� the wolf demon guiltily
scratched his head, �I surrendered my badge and my revolver a month ago, but
now I�m back on duty.�
�What brand was it?�
�Like hell I would give you that
information.�

As Inuyasha steadily got up on his
feet, Kouga tried to help him. Without preliminaries, the inu hanyou did a judo
on him and the wolf demon was back on the floor.
The dog hanyou stared down on him.
�Never do that again.�
Kouga blinked. There was something
familiar about that placid expression, like perhaps a few notches lower and
Inuyasha would have been the Chief himself.
Dusting himself as he stood up,
Kouga looked Inuyasha squarely in the eye.
�I am not sorry.�
And as if nothing had happened,
Kouga looked at his watch and announced that he had to go to work. With a tilt
of his head, he smiled and told Inuyasha where the food would be and left.
Inuyasha blinked not believing what
had happened. Kouga had just left him. Again. Undoubtedly, the wolf demon had
been upset after he had messed up his shitty plushie and laughed at his face.
Inuyasha snorted at that thought. Could anyone ever be so shallow?
Typically he would wreak havoc and torture upon the wolf on the moment of his
consciousness but strangely enough he was feeling mellow.
Then he stared at the couch where he
had slept feeling a sense of demotion. He was starting to get pissed at the
thought of Kouga questioning, his
usefulness for it seemed that the wolf was now acting distant towards him. Yeah
right, like he had anything to contribute to the wolf before aside from being a
pain in the ass. Whatever that thought was, Inuyasha told it to shut up.
When his stomach growled for attention,
Inuyasha quickly marched into the kitchen and made up for two weeks of hunger.
Soon after that, he would go after
Kouga. Again.

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