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Convention of Killers	By : Kage Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 5828 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/n: Well---here’s the next chapter, sorry for the delay, things have been really hectic lately. Happy Valentines! If your like me and spending your day alone, bingeing on chocolates and tea, here’s to cheering you up (hopefully)! An UPDATE!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha, Fushigi Yugi or Yu Yu Hakusho and make no profit from this fan fiction. I also don’t own ‘Flubber’.

NOTE: If you see numbers like this (1) after a word, phrase, quote or something look to the end of the chapter for Chapter Notes to elaborate more on the ‘topic.’

*Convention of Killers*

By: Kage Otome (Shadow Maiden)

Chapter 8: Challenge 2: Ultimatum

“I’m bored.”

Twitch.

“Are you bored?”

She knew what he was trying to do, and it was not going to get to her. Nope, she was as immovable as a mountain. Cold as an iceberg. Yes, he was not going to get under her skin with his annoying antics. No siree, she would not fall prey to his childish bantering.

“Are we there yet?”

“Where is there?”

This had been going on for the past hour, him annoying her, trying to get a rise. If she had been any less of a woman, she’d off ripped his tongue off already. As it was, it was an extremely tempting idea. She wondered if she could actually get away with it. Glancing back at the smirking Yusuke she mentally snarled. She was not going to give him the pleasure of knowing how irritated she really was.

“Are we there yet?”

She twitched. Yusuke smirked again. He was in a much better mood. Now that Kagome had shed some light on their situation, he knew it wasn’t going to be easy and there was a good chance they’d all die---well, except Sesshoumaru and Kagome...So that’s why he decided to play this little ‘game’. Besides she was kind of (dare he say it) cute when she got all riled up. Yusuke immediately squashed the thought, he was a mated man, but hey, he was allowed to think her cute, right?

She probably didn’t even notice it, she twitched and made soft little sounds of annoyance in her throat. Her eyes flashed vividly and she would brush a lock of hair over her shoulder simply because she needed something to do with her hands to restrain herself from throttling him most likely. She was pouting. It was barely noticeable but it was there, she probably didn’t know it. Yusuke could’ve cracked up laughing. He’d been at it for an hour, she’d shown amazing restraint. Of course so had the others, who had a basic idea of what he was doing from the way he glanced at her with that cocky grin.

“Do you like me?”

“No.”

“Why are there three moons?”

Answering him didn’t shut him up. Oh well it was worth a try.

“Shut up, you annoying---”

“Cutie? Sexy beast? Strong, handsome, throw-you-down-and-fuck-you bad boy?” Yusuke cut her off before she could finish.

“You have no shame.”

“And proud of it sweetheart!”

Kagome’s lips twitched up into a smirk. She made a real show of looking him up and down. He was handsome, in a roguish, bad boy way. The kind of guy ningen girls parents told their daughters to stay away from, which in all reality only adds to their appeal. This was no weakling, it was in the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he held himself. He was a strong creature. It helped that he was very attractive. So technically his phrase was accurate. Not that she’d ever do such a thing or admit such to him. His ego was big enough, he didn’t need her to feed the fire.

“There are area’s for improvement.” Kagome spoke her voice neutral, keeping the mirth from showing up.

He look affronted. Glancing down at his well maintained body he could find no flaw so he narrowed his eyes catching the stirrings of laughter in her eyes before growling. So she was playing with him now.

“Well, you ain’t no masterpiece either.” Yusuke grumbled.

“I beg to differ.” Youko’s smooth voice broke in.

“I happen to find Kagome to be quite the ‘masterpiece’.”

“That’s cuz you wanna get in her pants.” Yusuke said dryly.

Kagome snorted, hiding the humor she felt at his words.

“I do not.” Youko looked offended.

“And I’m really a japanese schoolgirl, who frolics around with pink bunnies and is secretly in love with Kuwabara.” Yusuke said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

There was a pause.

“Wow, you’ve been keeping quite the secret---have you told the lucky man?”

Yusuke smacked him.

“Idiots.”

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Naraku was not one for petty games.

Well actually---he was. As long as they involved him. Normally hurting someone, causing someone excruciating pain, torture, the usual slaughter-the-whole-village-just-for-the-fun-of-it thing. That was always amusing. There was nothing quite like the tortured screams, decaying bodies, and all around violent chaos. It really was a pity there were no villages around---or were there? That was something he’d have to look into. After all his ‘companions’ were just to---boring for his taste. No destruction, nothing. In fact all they’d been doing was walking---following a bird. It really was pathetic.

Glaring harshly at the back of the human male’s neck, not the blonde one, the dark grayish-black haired one. Some target practice would be nice. Picking up a few rocks he beamed the dark haired human in the head before turning away when he would look back to see what had hit him. Naraku snorted softly. It wasn’t as if he had anything better to do.

Tomo growled softly in the back of his throat. He knew who was beaming him with rocks, it was annoying. Not to mention, it kind of stung. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, after all--patience only lasts for so long. Turning quickly, without giving Naraku any time to move or comprehend what was happening, he was upon him with a swift right hook, Naraku was sent sprawling to the ground. The rest of the ‘group’ stopped to watch as the two males battled it out. Insults flew, everything from insulting lineage to sexual prowess.

It was utterly ridiculous.

Two pairs of eyes narrowed in distaste and annoyance. At the same time they reached for a rock laying innocently on the ground, their hands colliding. Glancing up startled at each other silvery blue met golden eyes and they nodded their acknowledgment. Kagome picked up a rock a few inches away, while Sesshoumaru grabbed another. At the same time they released the rocks, Sesshoumaru’s connecting with Tomo’s head and Kagome’s with Naraku’s. Sesshoumaru who mindful of the humanity of Tomo was careful not to use to much strength. Kagome flicked her wrist and the rock sped through the air sending Naraku to the ground with the sheer force of the impact--she wasn’t exactly fond of him.

“You will stop this nonsense at once.” Sesshoumaru said his voice icy.

“We have more important things to worry about.” Kagome added.

“That don’t include--” Sesshoumaru was cut off.

“You bickering like children.” Kagome finished.

Sesshoumaru and Kagome glanced at each other oddly for a moment before shaking their heads. Well you know what they say...

Great minds think alike.

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Kagome and Sesshoumaru were at the head of the group, both keeping their senses on high alert. Things had been too quiet. It wasn’t like Sharan, he was like a kid who just got a new toy, poking and prodding. Much like a scientist in fact, seeing how many ways he could ‘experiment’ with ‘it’. He was up to something---and whatever that something was they probably weren’t going to like it.

Scratch that.

The most definitely weren’t going to like it.

Especially considering it was happening right now.

Growling softly Kagome easily dodged the vines trying to ensnare her in their grasp. From the corner of her eye she could see the others trying to get to both her and Sesshoumaru. It seems, Sharan didn’t even issue the ‘call’ for a challenge, he just went straight into it, without giving them time to prepare. He was learning from his mistakes. Kagome caught sight of Kaahr flying just above her trying to enter the barrier as well, it seemed he wished to tell her something.

Kaahr?

No answer came.

Kagome narrowed her eyes. So that’s how Sharan wanted to play. Well she’d play by his rules for a little while longer. Then she’d change them till they fit her purpose. And this time around, she wouldn’t leave this god forsaken world without permanently removing Sharan from existence. This time around---it would be he who suffered. She’d make him pay for all the pain he caused her. Her silvery-blue eyes darkened into a deep almost black color.

Doing a flip, twist in midair, she deftly avoided the vine-like offenders. Sesshoumaru quickly lashed out with Toukijin, annihilating the attacking vines. Glancing at each other they nodded simultaneously launching an attack on the main ‘base’ of the attacking vines, a large green thing, it looked like a cross between ‘Flubber’ and some type of mutated tree stump.

What the fuck?

Unsheathing Ninjouzata with one easy movement Kagome leapt into air sending an aerial attack down, the attack was a light red, similar to the ‘wind scar’ of Tetsusaiga, though not as ‘large’ it packed just as hard a punch. Combine that with Toukijin and Sesshoumaru’s attack a light yellow energy strike of some sort the ‘thing’ was obliterated instantly. Landing next to the demon lord she glanced around suspiciously.

“That was too easy.”

Sesshoumaru glanced down at her.

“What do you--”

“Hello Kagome, Sesshoumaru. So good to see you.”

They both turned toward the voice.

“Sharan...”

Silver eyes bore into her own silvery-blue, her eyes darkened to a stormy color. She was still so beautiful, even after all this time---she hadn’t changed a bit. A part of him felt something as he looked into her spiteful eyes--a pang in his heart. He didn’t like this feeling. Perhaps she’d learned something new over the years? He couldn’t take that risk, erecting a barrier around himself he smirked at her, only arrogance and amusement showing on his cool features. Never once did he show the confusion and longing he felt. He’d never felt like this before her. She must’ve done something to him. That was the only explanation.

“Sesshoumaru, I have a proposition for you.” His molten gold eyes narrowed in distrust. Seeing Sesshoumaru incline his head slightly to say he was listening, Sharan continued.

“I will return to you, your daughter.”

“What do you want from me?” Sesshoumaru asked coldly.

“You must kill Kagome.” All eyes widened at this statement.

“Or.” Sharan paused a sinister look entering his eyes. “My guard will take their pleasure with her.” Kagome’s eyes widened at the threat and she closed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

She had to come up with something.

And fast.

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Glancing up at Kagome, there really was no choice, no debate---nothing. He’d kill her, he had to. He could not, would not let that fate befall Rin. She was his ‘pup’ so to speak. Nodding his head in acceptance of this deal Sesshoumaru drew Toukijin, waiting for Kagome to draw her own sword. Kagome didn’t make a move to draw Ninjouzata, she simply stood there the wind dancing around her form.

“Do what you have to do.”

Executing a swift and carefully calculated movement he struck his mark sending her flying back into a nearby tree. She rose without so much as a wince. As he struck out at her again she defended, blocking and dodging each attack, her wound healing right before their eyes. Kagome sensing something glanced at Sharan out of the corner of her eye to see him draw out a curved blade. His intent obvious, Kagome made a choice, save the girl and be struck a very painful blow, or let the girl die and evade Sesshoumaru’s blade.

No competition.

Turning and exposing her side she leaped for Sharan, tackling him to the ground while being struck through the side, the blade sinking deeply into her body, sending her falling to the ground, her body wracked with pain. No matter how many times she’d been injured--one never quite got used to the sharp pain of being impaled. Sharan smirked. When she was dead, these feelings would go away. Simple as that. Lifting the blade he impaled her stomach, noting the widening of her eyes as he continued to carve through her body, up her ribcage to her heart. Her limp body stayed motionless as he removed his blade from her ‘dead’ body.

Turning to walk away he decided he’d had a good day. After all, he could always re-kidnap the girl later. Now the real threat to all his hard work was gone, he could focus on other things. Grinning at the people pounding at the barrier desperate to get in to help their fellow ‘comrade’ or rather ‘ticket home’ so to speak for some of them. He was so busy going over his ‘victory’ he failed to notice, Kagome standing up wincing slightly, hand resting just below her breasts. Narrowing her eyes she moved so quickly and silently not even the leaves on the ground stirred. Stopping right behind him, she ran her hands through his silky silver locks and he tensed. Putting her mouth flush against his ear she whispered softly to him.

“You should know better--then to turn your back on an enemy.”

Flipping him onto his back Kagome impaled him, much like he did her---with his own blade. A sadistic glint entered her normally calm eyes as they darkened to a pure black, the whites of her eyes disappearing in her malicious intent. Kagome relished in his scream of pain, her lips twisting into something dark and openly sadistic. She removed the curved blade from his stomach and began carving into his body, like one carves a turkey. Staring with the legs, she sliced of pieces of flesh and muscle delighting in his screams of agony and the pain so striking in his light eyes.

“How does it feel Sharan?” Kagome asked, her voice harsh and uncontrolled.

Sesshoumaru covered Rin’s eyes and ears with his tail and watched the gruesome scene with narrowed eyes. Something about her was different. She was untamed, uncontrolled--almost primal. Yet she still retained her methodical strokes, she cut him up like, like---she knew torture. She knew how to cause the most pain without killing him.

He saw the faces of the people just outside of the barrier. The humans were of course, quite shocked though they were loathe to show it. The hanyou looked like he was enjoying the show. The toushin, kitsune and hybrid were quite stunned though neither looked away, morbid curiosity kept them all staring. Kaahr stared but made no movement to deter from his attempt to enter the barrier. He was used to such scenes, and was quite enjoying Sharan’s pain. After all Sharan had done much worse.

Sharan was finally getting his just deserts(1).

“Kagome, Kagome.” Kagome never took her eyes off Sharan.

“Look at me, Kagome.” His voice was soft and sensual. His power lay most strongly in his voice. The power to influence others, just by speaking. Of course that wasn’t his only ability, just his strongest. Pausing in her ‘torture’ Kagome glanced up eyes completely black

“He must pay.” Her voice was deep and guttural.

“Kagome, your not in your right mind.”

“I am completely lucid.” Kagome said her eyes narrowed.

“Your more primal side is in control, Kagome. Besides--don’t you want him to go through the same pain your son went through? Over a long period of time...With the way your going now he won’t live long enough for him to really suffer.” Sihra spoke softly watching the black recede and her eyes turn back to normal.

“Your right.” Darting in and retrieving his younger brother Saroi and Seari took him away. Sihra walking up to Kagome and stroking her cheek. She did not deter him but she did not encourage it either. Sihra was the complete opposite of his brother. He was the only one of the four brothers who did not harm his chosen fighters. Perhaps the kindest of the four, he had his moments where he was just as if not more terrifying then the other three. But he was pretty neutral. His skin was a soft glowing golden tan, his hair a lovely shade of golden brown with light and darker variations of browns and blonde’s. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green and most of his power lay in his voice but an equal amount in his ability lay in nature.

“Sihra, wait.” He paused glancing back at the woman who he had come to respect and care for.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He turned lifting her chin to look her in the eye.

“Because, when you kill him and fulfill your revenge. I want you to know what your doing.” Placing a finger against her lips to stop what she was going to say. “You were lucid, yes, but you weren’t in control.”

“He may be my brother by blood, but he is dishonorable and will get what’s coming to him. And hopefully then, your mind will be at ease, knowing that he is dead and will never harm another.” Sihra turned his long hair flowing to the back of his knees, he stopped once more without turning back.

“Good Luck, Kagome.”

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A/n: I’m sure your all wondering whether Sihra is a good or bad guy. Well, I’ll get more in depth with the brother’s and their customs, pasts, etc. Of course this story will be very long. So we have a way to go. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! Review! As for Kagome ‘dying’ well, she didn’t fight back to her full potential or at well all really because that was part of her ‘plan’.

Story Notes:

1. Just Deserts--Okay, a lot of people who are unfamiliar with the “reward or punishment” meaning of ‘Desert’ and assume the phrase “just deserts” is supposed to be spelled “just desserts” because of the pronunciation. Dessert is a sweet course or dish usually served at the end of a meal (accent on the second syllable), Desert (accent on the first syllable) is most of the time used to refer to a barren expanse of land. However the word “desert”--when it’s pronounced like the former (dessert) and spelt like the latter (desert)---refers to a deserved reward or punishment.
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