InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Delayed Dawn ❯ A Meaning for Chaos ( Chapter 8 )

A Delayed Dawn

 

Disclaimer: roshully finds herself alone. “I disclaim.”

 

Warning: This story is posted in the mature section for good reasons. If ideas such as vulgar language, descriptive violence, and sexual situations such as rape disturb you, then you are warned now.

 

 

Chapter Eight A Meaning for Chaos

 

Kagome sat up quickly. “Itai.” She cried when her head hit the bottom of the table she found herself under. “How did I. . . ?” She started to ask herself when she remembered. The museum had been under attack, and she hid here. As quietly as she could, Kagome lifted the blanket to see what things were like in her office.

 

“Thank kami.” She sighed when everything looked relatively normal. She crawled out and dusted her clothing off. Some of the books had wiggled themselves off of the bookshelf and pieces of the ceiling had fallen, but other than that, everything seemed to be in order. Now, she wondered how things were outside of her office.

 

A knock on her door told that someone outside had survived. She just didn't know who it was. Kagome reluctantly walked over to the door. She saw an old spear that was group with another bunch of artifacts. If she could take one of them out before they took her out, it might be worth something. So she grabbed the spear and opened the door.

 

“Ah, Kagome-sama, you're alive.” The tiny old man cheered.

 

“Myouga-san, you scared me.” Kagome said, setting the spear back into the corner behind the door. He wouldn't know that she almost tried to kill him. “What the hell happened? Is everything all right?” She started with the first two questions she could think of. “Who was behind this?” She asked when another popped into her mind.

 

Myouga patted his hand on her shoulder and directed her over to the stool by the table. Kagome noticed the younger man following him in. He was dressed in one of the guard uniforms, but it was not a guard Kagome recognized. She knew all of them and they all knew her.

 

“Hold. Who's that?” She asked, wanting that to be her first question answered.

 

Myouga turned and saw the young man she was referring to. “Oh, him. Do not worry about him. At least not yet. First off, are you okay?” Myouga asked with much worry in his voice.

 

Kagome nodded. “Yeah, I'm fine.” She answered. Kagome pulled the rubber band out of her hair, shook her head and put her hair in a new pony tail. “Just a bit, surprised, and stiff.” She complained as she trained to stretch out the kink in her back from sleeping in a crouched position on the floor underneath the table. Kagome looked over at Myouga. “So what did happen?” She asked a bit more quietly.

 

Myouga shook his head. “Well, here's what we know. They . . . they came quickly and forceful.” Myouga looked over to the young man who had accompanied him. “He can explain it to you.”

 

The young man walked up to Kagome and gave a slight bow to her. This shocked Kagome and she obliged him and nodded her head. In a matter of moments, Kagome found her hands gently cradled in his. “Such a beautiful woman. Would you do me the honor of bearing my child?”

 

Myouga slapped his head and sighed. Kagome eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. Was she being propositioned by the new security guard? “Uh . . . “She started to say not knowing what to say to that.

 

“Miroku, we do not have the time.” Myouga sternly brandished his young companion.

 

Miroku let loose Kagome's hands and took a step back. “Of course.” He cleared his throat, eyes closed and began. “A group known as The Gokusotsu is the one found to be responsible for the attack on the museum last night. He claims he was after an artifact that is kept here.” Miroku looked behind at Myouga and Myouga nodded. Miroku turned back to Kagome. “The Shikon no Tama.”

 

“Shikon no Tama? The mythical jewel? He was after that?” Kagome asked. Miroku only nodded. Kagome snorted. She walked over to the books that had fallen on the floor, placing them back in their rightful places. “Well, that's a waste.”

 

“I don't understand.” Miroku stated.

 

“There isn't one.” Kagome said as she turned to face the new guard. “It's why it is referred to as the mythical jewel.” Kagome briefly explained as she walked back over to the stool and sat down. “Which doesn't explain the new guy.”

 

Myouga laughed. “Sorry Kagome. Kagome, this is Miroku, Miroku Dr. Kagome Higurashi. Kagome, Miroku will be your personal guard.”

 

Kagome jumped off the stool. “What!” She stomped over to Myouga. “Myouga, there is no reason in the world that I would need to be babysat by, by him.”

 

Myouga decided that he couldn't be nice. “Higurashi-sensei, not only is it recommended, but I insist. Last night, you were lucky because this area is unknown to outsiders. However, we have lost trust in our guards because of the attack that did occur last night. Miroku is a formidable fighter and I trust him. I do not want to order you, but the Shikon no Tama is a mythical jewel that was around during the Sengoku period. We, as scientists, cannot ignore such a coincidence.”

 

Kagome nodded. She knew the story. As a child she was told stories about it, which she forgot until she did research into the artifacts. It was the legendary jewel that was said to grant its caregiver tremendous power and finally, a wish. If someone thought the museum had it, it only meant they were after its power. Maybe Myouga was right, maybe she might need the extra protection, even if the jewel was folklore. That wouldn't be enough to stop someone from attacking again.

 

“Kagome-sensei, believe me, I will protect you with everything I have.” Miroku told her.

 

“Of course you will. You want me to bear you a child.” She teased back at him, even though the look on her face was serious. Myouga laughed at her sarcasm.

 

“Thank you for relieving this old man's heart.” Myouga said to Kagome. “If you need anything at all, Miroku is at your beck and call.” And with that, Myouga left Miroku with Kagome.

 

Kagome looked at Miroku for a few moments and then sighed. She knew that he was going to be within a five foot distance of her for a while. It would be difficult to get used to. Alone was how she worked, alone was how she lived, and now, she would have a living shadow.

 

“Out.” She ordered.

 

“What?” Miroku asked dumbfounded by her single syllable outburst.

 

“Out, I said. You can do a better job of protecting me standing outside of my door, stopping these Gokusotsu guys before getting to me.” Kagome ordered.

 

Miroku couldn't protest. Her argument was solid and for a moment, she sounded almost like Sesshoumaru. “I can't argue with that. If you need anything . . .”He started as he shuffled out of the room.

 

Kagome shut the door and locked it, sighing into the door. This was ridiculous, she thought to herself. This Gokusotsu group was insane to think that some jewel from 600 years ago existed. She hadn't heard about the Gokusotsu group before. They must be new. It was time for work though. Work would get her mind off of the fact that at twenty-four years old, she was being babysat by a pervert.

 

Going over to the bookshelf, Kagome gently slid the bookshelf away from the wall, to reveal the safe. Using her thumbprint to open it, she pulled out the two swords. After her research, she had found their names, and her theory gave them a purpose. At least they had a purpose 600 years ago.

 

*The War Dog's Compound*

Last Night

 

Sesshoumaru couldn't believe the words that he was reading. Each one pulled at him with great force. He was rarely surprised and when he found himself feeling surprised, it meant it was serious. Finishing the report, he picked up the phone.

 

“Jaken. Summon Miroku, Kouga, and Inuyasha to my office.” He slammed the phone back down on the receiver. Sesshoumaru picked up the other file the fox demon had handed him. He would need to keep his mind occupied until the three arrived. The fox demon had always provided reliable information. He found the fox demon and Miroku to be the two most reliable workers from The Pack. Each had their strengths and abilities to gather information. The fox demon was devious, deceitful and able to transform. Miroku was honest, cryptic and perverted. The fox demon gathered information from males and Miroku liked to gather his information from the female half of the population.

 

Sesshoumaru found the fox demon's official report to be just as interesting as the secret envelope he handed him. Reports of new gangs. Sesshoumaru skipped most of the details and went to the fox demon's reflective paragraph. That would tell Sesshoumaru if it was really worth reading or not. New gangs formed all of the time. He couldn't be concerned with each and everyone, if he was, he would end up wasting resources.

 

`After several talks and considerable review, I feel that the gang called Gokusotsu, translated as Hell's Tormenting Devils is a definite threat to the peace process. The leader is known as Naraku and not much is known about him. What is rumored about him is that he is sly, intelligent, and deceitful. Word is that they are interested in particular artifacts from Japan's history, the word Sengoku was mentioned in several encounters. Other than that, their agenda is unknown; their modus operandi is unknown as well. I feel that the War Dogs must take action against this group.'

 

Leaning back in his chair, Sesshoumaru picked up Dr. Higurashi's report. It was no coincidence that someone felt that Sesshoumaru needed to have this report. It was a warning that something was going to happen. Change was in the air, and it wasn't for the good. This Gokusotsu knew something that related to Dr. Higurashi's report. Perhaps it was her report that was the catalyst for whatever was going to happen next.

 

A knock on the door broke Sesshoumaru from his thoughts. The door opened and in walked the three men he had summoned. Inuyasha and Miroku sat in the arm chairs that sat in front of Sesshoumaru's desk. Kouga found another chair in the corner of the room and pulled it up. They sat quietly waiting for Sesshoumaru to explain why they had been asked to see him.

 

Sesshoumaru wasn't sure how to proceed, but knew that he had to. He decided to lift up the report. They would have to read it. It would be their assignment. However, only they would be allowed to read it. He would have the report labeled as top secret and any other copies would be searched for and destroyed.

 

“This was given to me several hours ago.” Sesshoumaru began. “You will read it, commit it to memory.”

 

Miroku took it knowing his fate. He would be the only one to read it, to memorize it, and then he would have to explain it to the hanyou and demon. “What is it sir?” He asked.

 

“A preliminary analysis on several artifacts that were brought into the New Tokyo Museum a few weeks ago,” Sesshoumaru began.

 

“Keh, why do we need to know something about some dumb artifacts?” Inuyasha asked.

 

Sesshoumaru ignored Inuyasha. “Initially, I thought it was a joke. However, I have received reports from our other members about a new gang that is interested in ancient artifacts, especially ones from the period mentioned in that report.”

 

Kouga leaned forward. “What new gang?”

 

“They are called Gokusotsu, and we know very little about them. This is the first time that I have heard of a name for them, but I have reports from weeks ago describing the formation of a new gang and the mystery that surrounds it.”

 

Miroku flipped through the report, catching bits and pieces of the conclusion. “I still don't see how this ties in with the new group. The author's so-called analysis is personal, biased and more than a bit out there.”

 

“I thought so too myself.” Sesshoumaru paused. “That was until I remembered.”

 

Miroku, Kouga and Inuyasha all shared looks. Something was weird.

 

“What did you remember?” Kouga asked.

 

“Inuyasha will not remember as he did not know our father well. However, our father mentioned something similar to what I have read in that report. Not a story, but brief words about two swords and their power. Father said that the swords were created long before that last great battle between the humans and the demons, and that the swords were used to bring about peace. After the war ended, the swords had no use and were lost to history.”

 

“And you think that the two swords mentioned in this report are the swords your father mentioned.” Miroku asked as he found the section of the report about the two swords.

 

Sesshoumaru, eyes shut, nodded. “More, Father told me the names of the swords.”

 

“Tensaiga and Tessaiga.” Miroku read from the report.

 

“The same swords.” Sesshoumaru stated. “Tenseiga - heavenly life fang. Tessaiga - iron crushing fang.”

 

“So this Dr. Higurashi may have discovered something closer to the truth, is that what you are saying?” Miroku asked.

 

“I do not know. If someone where to have those swords, this war would be over sooner than expected.” Sesshoumaru explained.

 

“Unless the swords fell into the wrong hands.” Kouga added, actually understanding. He wasn't sure why he was allowed to be sitting here, listening to this. He wasn't a member of The Pack. Usually, Inuyasha would sit here and then try to explain it to his men, but that was more of a failure.

 

“This is so fucking boring.” Inuyasha huffed tossing his head back and closing his eyes.

 

“Dammit Inuyasha.” Sesshoumaru hollered. Regaining his original demeanor, he continued. “I called you here because there is an opportunity to destroy this gang once and for all. The artifacts are being housed somewhere in the New Tokyo Museum. There is a chance that this gang Gokusotsu will attack it.”

 

Inuyasha sat straight up. “An ambush. Fuckin' genius idea.”

 

Kouga, Miroku and Sesshoumaru all sighed. This was their Inuyasha. All heads turned when the door behind them slammed opened, a small toad standing in the doorway.

 

“Sorry to bother you Sesshoumaru-sama.” Jaken, the assistant began. “I just received an anonymous call. I didn't think it was important, but the man on the phone insisted. The New Tokyo Museum was attacked.”

 

The chair fell backwards as Inuyasha sprung up from his seat. “Shit. I missed it.” He cursed.

 

Sesshoumaru shook his head. “Fuck.” He murmured. It did not go unnoticed.

 

“Something wrong?” Inuyasha asked. His brother was known for his calm, cool exterior, his icy cold personality and the ability to contain his emotions. When he cursed, it was Sesshoumaru being emotional.

 

“Jaken?” Sesshoumaru called out. Jaken stood up straight. “The phone is ringing.”

“Uh, yes sir.” Jaken said as he scampered to his phone.

 

“And trace the call about the museum attack.” He hollered to his assistant.

 

Jaken hurried back into the room. “Telephone sir.” Jaken said.

 

“I'm busy Jaken.” Sesshoumaru stated.

 

Jaken took a step into the room. “It's the man who called about the museum attacks. He wants to talk to you.”

 

Sesshoumaru, surprised, picked up the phone. “Yes.” He answered.

 

“I do not have much time to talk Sesshoumaru-sama.” The voice spoke. Sesshoumaru figured it to be male.

 

“Then speak.”

 

“I beg you for your help, and your protection. I take it you received the report I gave to your man.”

 

Sesshoumaru nodded. “Yes.”

 

“Then you must understand what I am asking. The attack must be proof enough.” The voice broke as it pleaded with the great dog demon leader.

 

Sesshoumaru sighed. Yes, it warranted a meeting with the three men in his office now. Yes, he felt that the information should be shared. But this man was asking for more resources, things he couldn't waste. If they had attacked the museum once and came away emptied handed, then they had no reason to attack it again.

 

“No.” He calmly stated and then waited. But he didn't get what he thought.

 

“Of course. I was a fool to think that you would know.”

 

“Know what?” He asked.

 

“Your father, Sesshoumaru-sama. You father supported this museum, and its work. He had said that if I ever felt a need for protection that I was to ask the War Dogs for help. I was mistaken in thinking that it was a favor that would be remembered.”

 

Sesshoumaru furrowed his brow. He remembered. His father was a nut for the museum. He remembered being taken to several when he was younger. It was just that he couldn't believe that his father might have known about this and made preparations for it before his death. He had told himself that they had no reason to attack the museum again if they couldn't find what they wanted.

 

“I'm sorry. I remember. I will send someone over.” Sesshoumaru added.

 

“Oh, thank you so much Sesshoumaru-sama.” The voice said before a click.

 

“What the hell was that about?” Inuyasha demanded.

 

“Miroku. I have a new mission for you.” Sesshoumaru began. “Kouga and Inuyasha, I have something for you as well.”