InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Lord and The Dragon ❯ Candy ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9.2

 

 

 

I was snapped back to reality when the youngest leaned over and elbowed `D' saying, “Hey D, you know what he's talking about?” D lifted his head back up and stood straighter with a look of importance saying, “Yeah, of course, he said he's going to buy some stuff too. Right, man?” Looking to me with hope and uncertainty, I nodded and asked what exactly was in all those bags.

 

The next twenty minutes were spent with each of them going through their bags, praising or making strange faces at the different types of candy. Sara in the meantime had scooped up her own bags to place them in the large cooler she uses as a refrigerator and continued to walk around the kitchen drinking more coffee. About the time D was almost finished with the last bags, my Beloved shocked me be placing a cup of herbal tea by my hand. I nodded my thanks, and she turned to refill her own cup.

 

“So what's the deal with you and D.S.” `D.S.'I think who or what is that? The question must have shown on my face because he replied, “Yeah, you and detective Sara. You guys dating or what, because you sure don't look like any cop I've ever seen.”

 

D finished only to have the youngest jump in, Amber she said her name was earlier, “Duh, of course he's not a cop, he doesn't move like one. Acts more like he stepped out of a videogame, like that one I have where you sneak around and pick people off that were on your mission list. That shit's cool, oops sorry D. S.” That last was thrown in there at the hard look from Sara, for the girl's language. People always disregard how observant children are and I have now fallen into the same category.

 

“No, I am not a police officer. My father left me a company to take care of, so that is my job now,” I reply to change the subject. D dismisses the answer with a shrug and asks what they all have wanted to know.

 

“So, what's ya want?” Smiling, I pulled out my wallet and took and out a small wad of bills having mentally added everything as they showed me what everything was with the price of each and rounded it up. “Add it up for me.” I said to which D replied, “K, but which ones do you want. It's not like you're going to buy them all or something, right?” As he waited for my answer I only nodded again, his eyes started to get bigger as he began to understand my meaning. “Man, you for real? Damn, you are.”

 

Grabbing stuff up to write all of the amounts on the forms before I could change my mind, he continued, “Well, you heard the man, bill him and bag it.” There was a flurry of rattling boxes, crinkling bags, and the scribbling of pens, before I was presented with the completed forms in record time. I laid them on the table without looking and divided up the wad of cash to each of them saying, “I'm afraid I do not have exact change or any checks, but I will allow you to keep the extra for yourselves if you can do me a small service.” Waiting to see four wide-eyed heads nod eagerly, I finished “Could you perhaps take the bags and put them in my vehicle while I continued my conversation with detective Sara?” With many smiles and nods they proceeded to stuff the money in pockets and grabbing the bags they tore through the apartment headed for the door, only to have Amber stop in front and turn around to ask, “But which one is yours and how do we get in?”

 

Before I could answer D spoke up, “That Hummer's got to be yours. Still don't know how you get that thing down those alleys without a scratch. That custom job must have cost a few G's too, smoked glass, and shaved handles, no chrome in sight, that black on black look is sweet!” The others nodded in agreement; I was surprised to know that it had caused such a stir with the kids. I designed it to being a shadow for use in surveillance and to make it resistant to theft along with a few extra security measures; doors open by remote access, bulletproof glass on all the windows, lite armor plating that looks natural, and heavy-duty run flats good for 100 miles, and other small modifications, for just in case. `Forewarned, forearmed.'

 

Holding the little remote device up I told them it would be open, but to please not to play or touch anything inside. Agreeing, they yelled their goodbyes and raced through the door.

 

“Alone again.” I said with my head still slightly bowed, looking up to test for reaction. She was looking at the door smiling at the antics of the fleeing little terrors, I was beginning to think she hadn't heard me, when she finally spoke, “So, what was it you wanted anyway. I know a setup when I feel it. While I don't think you could have possibly known about the deal with the kids, you weren't above making a point with them. The whole coffee and breakfast make me feel like a turkey being fattened up before the axe falls. So, spit it out in English, simple English, please.”

 

Stunned again at the speed of her moods, she made this announcement still smiling at the door. “As you wish, my lady. I have come to request that you accompany me tonight for a meeting with an associate of mine, that has expressed a wish for an introduction.” I said inwardly cringing.

 

“First, I've told you about that Galahad crap. Second, how would they know about me, or why would they wish to meet me. Third, who is this `associate' that would ask for something like that anyway? Fourth, even if I was mildly inclined to agree, I'm stuck patrolling tonight and couldn't leave my area anyway, so unless you are planning on having your little meeting on the benches of Central Park you're out of luck.” She said it all without looking at me yet.

 

I was slightly shocked that she didn't automatically say no, I was also curious about her remark about the park “My la . . . Sara” I corrected when she flashed me a hard look. “Why are you on patrol for that area, it is out of your district.”

 

With a sigh she went back to the coffee for a refill saying, “Yeah well, all the precincts take turns, while it's our turn Sands & Joyner called in sick yesterday afternoon and will be out for at least four more days on doctor's orders. The captain volunteered me … us as their replacements saying it was `good experience for the rookie,” Snorting at her own impersonation of the captain.

 

I'm amazed that this might go better than I thought since she would already be in the area and have a hard time coming up with a reason not to come to the meeting. Feeling a little more confident about the outcome of this conversation I saw the Witchblade flash softly at me. Yes, I was right earlier in thinking that the Witchblade was helping. `Everything is connected.' I have told Sara this many times before. The Blade draws what she needs to her, but I find it startling that it could possibly have known about what would happen with Joutei and myself and helped plan to get her to this meeting with him so soon and make it appear to look natural.

 

Father always said, “Everything is connected.” I never doubted the power of the Witchblade, but am coming to see that as much as father like to play chess master with the lives of others, that to the Witchblade he himself was just another pawn.

 

“As it would happen, the meeting is to be at the park, a small clearing near the Western edge to be exact. My associate has a fondness for trees and likes to spend time there. As to who he is I believe I mentioned it yesterday in our conversation at the precinct. After our second meeting last night the topic of you came up briefly and he requested an introduction.” I received a look of shocked amazement.

 

“Wait a minute, you want me to come to a meeting in Central Park at night alone with you to be introduced to a nut that likes trees not to mention living dangerously, because that's what it is being out there after dark. So much for being my protector, sounds like you're trying to get me killed. So you can tell your new friend that I will have to decline his gracious invitation. But, I'll tell you what; if ya'll decide to kill each other I'll be sure to clean up the mess.”

 

 

With that she picked up the last thermos of coffee and the pastry box to walk out the door, saying over her shoulder, “Make sure you lock up when you leave.” Sitting there alone and disappointed, I realized that maybe even the Witchblade wasn't enough help for me when it came to my Beloved.