InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Assassin's Daughter ❯ Fille de Meurtrier ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: loca in love 
Sesshoumaru, pro assassin extraordinaire, is in for a surprise while he's on a mission...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.27.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshoumaru, pro assassin extraordinaire, is in for a surprise while he's on a mission...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.27.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
Assassin's Daughter
"You sicken me."
His icy golden honey eyes swept over the trembling form of the bastard he had cornered into a chair, narrowing in disgust at the vermin they were forced to see. Hmph, he detested such cowards, but none had irked him as much as this fool, who now hugged himself as though that alone would save him from what was to come.
Anyone staring into his cold eyes could foretell that what was to come...would be painful. Why? Because the diminutive smile curving his lips definitely reached his eyes, a smile that meant the sadist in him had been unleashed.
He then shifted his gaze from the currently crying rat demon to the metallic black contraption in his right black leather-gloved hand that gleamed in delight–a sure response of witnessing its master's cruelty. His long, clawed fingers gripped the smooth handle of his favorite handgun, and the amused gold of his irises once again met the petrified scarlet red of his enemy...
No...his hostage.
"You truly sicken me." The smile had still not left his face.
"P-Please...I beg you...I-I promise I w-will–" The pleading of the filthy common rat was hushed when he brought his slender finger to settle over his quivering pale lips.
He leaned his head closer to his victim, allowing his long tresses the color of majestic silver glaciers to spill onto the vermin's lap. All the while, amused gold met with petrified scarlet in a gaze mixed with painful terror...and malicious pleasure.
He kept leaning forward in an excruciatingly slow pace, slow enough that the rat demon fidgeted in his executive chair, daring to wonder what this beautiful dog demon who literally held his life in his dainty hands would do to him. Soon, the proximity between them was so narrow that when the dog demon tilted his head to the left, his silken lips was a hairsbreadth away from his abnormally cool skin, right below his ear.
He couldn't suppress the shiver running down his spine and chilling his bones–he knew his life was about to end.
"You sicken me, rat, and do you know what I do to those who sicken me?" The shaking demon didn't dare move his head. "I simply...kill them."
Those damnable silken lips still smiled cynically; taunting him, haunting him–they even gently pressed against the base of his pointed ear to further terrify him. Accompanied by a baritone voice smoother than the most luxurious velvet, a deep voice raising the hairs in the back of his neck, those same damnable lips might as well bring death along with pleasure.
The dog demon soon drew away from him, taking a step back.
And then, the formerly amused gold meld of his irises suddenly darkened into a thick honey paste in response to the chilling apathy freezing the dog demon's eyes over. All traces of amusement, including his sadistic smile, erased to allow room for his new face; a face sculpted from the well-known apathetic ice.
The rat demon's arms slackened to his sides, deciding that instead of hugging his body for protection, they would merely let terror numb their nerves, leaving them limp and useless on his black chair's armrests.
This was the true sadist...this was the beautiful stone face that would kill him tonight.
"I can make your death painless and quick, or I can make it an agonizing preview to the hell that awaits you. It all depends on how well you answer my question." The dog demon's golden honey eyes stared unwaveringly at him, but the rat's own nervous scarlet eyes drifted to the metallic black gun held in his captor's hand.
The ceiling lights it reflected made him dizzy–why was he being tortured like this?
He didn't need to respond when the beautifully chilling demon took another step back, making no sound whatsoever. He calmly raised his right arm to point directly at his sweaty forehead, and the rat demon could only look on with eyes wide and awed, mesmerized by the beauty and ice of it all–no, of his killer-to-be.
The killer who could revert even the most powerful of men back to wailing babes.
"Listen and listen well, you French vermin."
The demon was still hiding behind the transfixing fog that clouded his senses, and now he was overtaken by the way his killer was well-rounded enough to know how to speak French fluently, as if he was a native born Frenchman. Perhaps if his death wasn't impendent, he would praise this Japanese dog demon and worship the ground he walked on, and even return the divine air he had stolen from him.
"Where did you hide the Bleu Diamant?" His grip tightened on his handgun, and his arm didn't waver one bit.
Ah, the Bleu Diamant–French for Blue Diamond–was also known as the Heart of the Night gem. The rat demon let out a harrowed chuckle. It was the most coveted and expensive diamond in the world; its cost estimated over a million Euros. And he had it. Yes, he had it–he possessed the damned diamond that in the end would cost him the highest price in the world: his life.
Why was that?
Because he stole it.
And this dog demon had come to retrieve what rightfully belonged to his ultimately powerful family.
But he would not be able to find the diamond.
"I no longer have it." His response had been strangely collected, almost like he was no longer seized by terror. The fog in his mind was causing him to accept death, to think that the darkness of the afterlife would be paradise compared to the hell reality was forcing him into at the moment.
However, he watched the cold eyes of his captor narrow.
BANG!
"AAAHAAAHAAAHH!!"
In a split second, he lost his right ear.
Tears moistened his eye lids and rolled down his pale, robust cheeks, sliding all the way down to spill onto his sleek black business suit. His fingers clutched the arm rest in a death grip as he concentrated on something else rather than the exploding pain where his ear should have been...but no relief came. It was as if miniature yet sharp, hot knives were stabbing his cranium, trying to reach the goal of imbedding into his brain even if it was farfetched.
He hated the sensation of warm blood dripping down the side of his face and onto his shoulder...he hated the bastard who shot him. As well as the bastard who had sent him.
He also hated the fact that he could do nothing–not even fight back.
He was useless.
"You answered wrong, rat," he crooned in his smooth, deep voice, and the ghost of a smile touched his lips. "Let's try again; where is the Bleu Diamant?" His arm was still poised at eye level...and was directed towards the rat demon's left ear.
"I-It..." He managed to rasp out one word, but the rest of his sentence struggled to pass through the large lump that had settled in his throat. A whimper escaped him when he heard the sharp click of a cocked gun. "I...s-some...one...a woman...r-red...t-took–"
BANG!
"STOOOOOOP!!"
In a split second, he lost his left ear.
"I will repeat myself only once more. Where did you hide the Bleu Diamant? If you tell me now, I will end your misery. If you don't...then more pain awaits you." A sadistic smile curved his lips again as he aimed his black handgun at the demon's ankle. The smile only grew when he observed the wide, frightened scarlet eyes that were silently pleading for mercy.
Of course, he would receive none.
"P-Please! I...s'not a-a lie! S-She took...she took...ahh!" It was hard to speak through clenched teeth and the lump in his throat, but he gained the ability to shout when he heard the all too recognizable click of a cocked gun again. "She took it! I swear it! She was here only a few minutes before you and she took the diamant! SHE TOOK IT!!"
Blood gushed out of his nostrils while rivulets of the crimson liquid flowed down both sides of his neck. The agony he was going through at the moment had to be worse than hell!
"And who is she?" The dog demon was scrupulous of the information being said to him. Even if the French rat didn't seem to be lying to him, he still couldn't believe that a woman had taken the Blue Diamond he absolutely needed to complete his mission. How was he supposed to return back to his father empty handed?
He narrowed his eyes when he received no solid answer. All that came from the wimpy bastard was a whimper and fresh salty tears biting at his sensitive nose. "Who is she?"
No answer.
BANG!
"AARGH–AHHHHHAAAAHHH!!!!"
In a split second, the bones in his right ankle shattered.
"Tell me who she is. Now."
His puffy red eyes blinked open, staring at the pale-skinned beautiful demon with the markings of royalty on his face. He eyed the indigo crescent moon sitting directly in the center of his forehead, where his tenuous silver bangs opened, and then his eyes trailed over the two magenta stripes aligned across each one of his defined cheeks.
He blinked once more, his mind attempting to work past the pain overloading his senses, and at long last, after his careful observation of the beautiful sadist before him, he parted his chapped lips to speak.
"Fille de Meurtrier...Assassin's D-Daughter. Crimson...she wore c-crimson. I-I believe...she is Japonais as you a-are...she took the diamant...fif...f-fifteen minutes a-ago..."
Hn, so I have an adversary. How challenging. The dog demon smirked. Assassin's Daughter, huh? I've never heard of her. But she will soon never be heard of again.
"So beautiful and dangerous...her embrace is murderous..." He slightly cocked his head when the rat demon began mumbling what seemed like gibberish to him. Who was he referring to–the Assassin's Daughter? "She is hunting us...she will win...beware of the Lionne."
The Lioness? Is he speaking in riddles? The poor fool must be near the brink of death.
His eyes then raked over the trembling form wasting away on the black executive chair in front of him–it was a disgusting sight to his all too perfect slitted eyes. Blood marred the rat demon's round face and led a trail through his neck, shoulders, the white shirt neatly tucked under his double breasted suit, his legs, and all the way onto the French oak floor.
Ah, he loved his work of art.
He never noticed, however, the small movement of the bastard's left hand...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The dog demon blinked and furrowed his thin dark brows in confusion at the sound of an alarm filtering from the room and into the halls until everyone in the mansion would be alerted of trouble. His golden eyes settled on the smirking face of the dying vermin staring back at him–he appeared to be comforted by death with a carefree glint in his dull scarlet eyes.
Or maybe he just went insane–pain made people do unimaginable things.
"Rat, you are balourd–completely foolish," he muttered, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance. "You think merely because you pressed the emergency button I will begin to cower in fear? Hn, perhaps you need to be taught one more lesson before you die."
The smile filled with malice lurked back onto the stone face of the dog demon, also bringing along an amused glint in his brightened amber eyes. His black leather-clad arm lowered an inch, directing the gun in his hand to point towards the rat demon's left ankle.
BANG!
There went the bones in his left ankle.
"AAAAAGGGHHH!"
"I fear no one." The smile grew to the point of revealing one of his sharp canine fangs.
BANG!
His right hand was no limper than his feet.
"NOOOOO!!!"
"I answer to no one." His golden eyes became vibrant with delight.
BANG!
His left hand could no longer reach for any hidden emergency buttons.
"PLEASE STOOOOOP!"
"I am the Sadist." His true face exposed itself as he relished in the vermin's suffering.
BANG!
The rat alas made no sound when a bullet lodged itself between his beady scarlet eyes.
"I am Sesshoumaru." He dropped his arm and allowed himself to bask in the silence death always brought.
It was what he loved about his job, the only thing making it tolerable and enjoyable in the long, tiring years he had continued accepting his father's missions. The silence calmed him, tamed the raging storm in him–the chilling silence only death could summon was what curbed him to become the perfect killer.
Yes, he, Sesshoumaru, was an assassin, the Sadist.
-XxX-
Shit! Couldn't those damn assholes back the fuck off?! It was bad enough he hadn't completed his mission, but to get caught during one was so much worse! His golden honey eyes shifted to the rear view mirror of his shiny silver Porsche Carrera GT and he counted the number of black cars gaining up on him; there were eleven in all.
Eleven.
Yet, he wasn't nervous. No, just really pissed off! Gods, he wished he had a grenade launcher right about now...
He let out an annoyed growl and set his eyes back on the winding road before him. It had to be about two in the morning–any normal person would be in their homes, getting the rest they deserved prior to waking up for work. But no, he wasn't just any normal person, because here he was forced into this damn car chase thousands of miles away from his true home!
Sometimes he hated the dangerous life he led...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Great, now the assholes decided to start shooting at him! Crap, if he brought back this rented car filled with dents and bullet holes...he'd have a hell of a hard time explaining them. I really wish I had a grenade or anything that explodes! I knew I should've bought one... Yup, he had been stupid.
Oh well.
Sesshoumaru expertly wove down the insanely narrow curbs of the country road trailing miles before him, dodging as many bullets as he could in the process. The screeching of his tires against asphalt bothered his sensitive ear drums, but he paid no heed to it. All he was concentrating on was his escape and how he was going to get rid of the bastards following him.
Damn, they were closing in on him quickly!
No matter, he just picked up his speed from sixty miles per hour to a hundred.
He would drive faster, yet with the winding road, it was suicide, even for a demon.
"Shit," the silver-haired dog demon hissed, taking the chance to take a hand and rake it through his tenuous bangs–an act he usually did when he was frustrated, or in rare cases like this, in trouble. "Those damn filthy vermin rats blocked my escape route!"
His golden eyes blazed in fury at what he saw a few miles ahead of him–a total of twenty black cars all lined adjacent to each other, blocking the rest of the road he was on. He could imagine the smug smirks those French rats had on their angled faces; he quickly cast the picture out of his mind before he was scarred for life–rat demons weren't known for their good looks...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"GIVE UP ALREADY, MUTT! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!"
Hmph! As if he, Sesshoumaru, the Sadist, pro assassin extraordinaire, was going to adhere to these foolish cowards! They were trying to make him laugh!
Deftly driving single handedly–while in a dangerous road at an alarming a hundred miles per hour, no less–he pulled out his favorite handgun, and without looking back, shot the cretin who had stuck his head out of his car's black tinted window to shout bullshit.
Furthermore, no one called him a mutt and had the pleasure of living to tell about it.
Alright, after he allowed himself the joy of a swift kill–now what the hell was he supposed to do?! He was nearing the barricade of automobiles and the idiots trailing after him like eager puppies were relentless; there was no way he could turn back or even keep moving forward.
He lacked the equipment to do so...like a goddamn grenade!
"After this, I'm going grenade shopping." Sesshoumaru smirked and gripped the black leather steering wheel of his Porsche.
He took a calming breath of air before he applied more pressure on the acceleration pedal, increasing his speed to a hundred and thirty miles per hour in only one second. His racing heart slowed to a steady pulse, beating loudly in his ear, nearly deafening him and blocking any other sound. After a few seconds, it seemed as if the world around him had slowed along with his heart...melded into one time frame...
The dog demon narrowed his eyes, shifted into second gear, and waited for his chance.
...he waited...
...the black cars behind him were merely a few yards away from his back bumper...
...he waited...
...the fools ahead of him prepared their guns to shoot him down...
...he waited...
...until...
SCREEECH!!!
CRASH!!!
He chuckled in pure amusement at the various accidents he had caused in his little escapade, but he hardly minded. He had waited until the final second to turn his car left, veering off the road only to drive on the grassy plains of the French country side. Of course, he hardly knew where he was going, but that was the least of his worries. Even though enemy cars followed his moves at the last split second, he felt in control and confident in his ability to escape.
Yup, no worries.
BOOOM!!!
Fuck, now the stupid rats started using grenades on him!
Not good.
Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth as he side swept the explosion of a grenade, luckily not sustaining any damage to his vehicle. Debris flew everywhere as he made several twists and turns, moving out of target before a damn bomb fell on his rented car; he cursed the country side when dirt particles clouded his windshield, preventing him from seeing further up ahead.
Vroom! Vroom! Screeech!
However...he did hear the screeching of tires as well as the loud roaring of an unfamiliar engine coming from ahead of him, and in a sudden panic, Sesshoumaru stomped on the breaks before his car did a one-hundred-eighty degree turn. He used his windshield wipers to clear the dirt that had momentarily blinded his outdoor vision, and laid wide eyes on the scene in front of him.
He blinked, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him, but he concluded that the idea was unlikely. So, still in a stupor, he pressed a button opening the vertical door to the driver's side of his Porsche and stepped out of his car. His long, unbound silver tresses flowed along with the brisk nighttime winds, also sweeping his bangs away from his face, and his lips parted into a small gape.
Sesshoumaru's golden honey eyes did not stray from the blood red Aston Martin DBS sitting horizontally in front of his silver Porsche, acting as a barrier between his car and the other cars slowly coming to a stop before this new adversary. He, at first, suspected the owner of the gorgeous sports car of being a potential enemy, but he dismissed it when no move was made to...well, kill him.
Either way...his breathing hitched as the driver's door opened...and a crimson booted leg revealed itself.
Apparently the owner of this car is a woman. He inwardly scoffed–what would she be able to do against all fifteen of those gangster rat demons?
Even so, he continued to watch, mesmerized as the figure completely stepped out of her car, which matched the color of her outfit. Although he could only see her back, he openly trailed his eyes over her slender form, beginning from her knee-high booted feet to her short pleated skirt to what he surmised was a lacy corset top covering her torso, accenting her narrow waist and the swell of her hips. Her obsidian black hair was also up in a fashionable bun held together by crimson chopsticks.
All in all, from behind, she looked down right sexy.
She must be brave to be wearing a skirt. He smirked at that. Well...he could tell she had a really nice ass, tight and round just the way he–um, forget that train of thought.
Anyway...who the hell was she?!
Sesshoumaru couldn't catch her scent from where he stood, but he figured she was human. Gods, he wouldn't mind looking at her front side if from her backside she seemed sexy...
One of the rat demons that had been trailing after him climbed out of his raven black Ascari KZ1 and boldly faced the woman, who had not uttered a single word and was standing proudly beside her blood red car. Sesshoumaru put a hand on his pocketed gun in case the vermin discreetly tried anything.
"Step aside, wench, unless you want to be killed."
Still, she did not say anything.
"Did I stutter? Step. Aside."
No words.
Instead, she dug something out of her pocket and flashed it at the obnoxious rat demon, some kind of object that made his beady scarlet eyes bug out of their sockets. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes to catch a glimpse of what the mystery woman held in her hand, and once he saw the gleam of a glistening dark blue object no larger than an egg, he gaped–again–but this time, he wanted to claw that bitch to death.
Why?
Because she held the Bleu Diamant in her right hand.
'Fille de Meurtrier...Assassin's D-Daughter. Crimson...she wore c-crimson...' The words of the head gang leader of the rat demons echoed through his mind, reminding him that this was the insufferable bitch who had become his new challenge.
Yet, even if she was his new enemy...damn she was sexy...
"Y-You...it's you! Boss said to beware of you! Prepare to die, wench!" The rat demon, in a surge of adrenaline, drew his silver pistol and pointed it at the unflinching woman, who only tiled her head slightly to one side in response. His hands trembled at the lack of reaction–she showed no fear.
The dog demon standing yards behind the 'assassin' also raised his gun, but at the damn rat demon threatening to kill his opponent before he did. He'd be damned before his kill was taken from him!
However...
...the apparent Assassin's Daughter only put away the diamond and dug into her other pocket. She pulled out a small, circular contraption the size of coin that confused the ones intently watching her. It was only until she seemed to push down on the top of the object that they all realized what it was...
Though, it was too late.
She nonchalantly threw it out in front of her, towards the line of fifteen immobile cars appearing like sitting ducks–not like they had time to flee, anyway... Sesshoumaru began to see his adversary in a new light at the little trick she had up her sleeve...or skirt.
BOOOM!!!
The deafening sound popped his ears, as well as the agonizing screeches of the rat demons engulfed by a furious pit of flame from hell–heck, he heard his car vibrating due to the shock of it. He observed the vivid red orange flame, dancing around joyously from car to car, embracing the demons lovingly even though it wasn't returned.
The heat expelled from the explosion felt like a warm sheet covering his lean frame, flustering his cheeks and melting his icy eyes. The woman in front of him had yet to move away, and he watched her instead, noting how she seemed to revel in the disaster she caused just as much as he did.
She just stood there with her feet firmly planted onto the ground–she hadn't even flinched from the sound of her miniature grenade exploding. It was...it was amazing in his eyes, admirable, even. He was so paralyzed with shock and wonder that he forgot he was supposed to be battling this mysterious woman, not watching her as though she were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon.
But she truly was.
She was gorgeous, beautiful, wondrous, devilish; his list of words could go on as he watched her with dancing flames serving as a fitting background for this...assassin.
Sesshoumaru couldn't remove his eyes from her, much less walk away from his spot, not even when she turned her head towards him. The shadows from the fire gorging on the cars masked half her face, making her seem even more beautiful, more mysterious, more... Dammit, she really was sexy in every way!
The sight of her glaring at him with her blazing dark eyes would be imprinted in his memory for the rest of his life.
He would never forget this moment.
Yet...it was time to stop ogling and start moving when the Assassin's Daughter flaunted another object... She bounced it in her hand a couple of times, letting him know what awaited him if he didn't take her benign head start. The dog demon couldn't deny that his blood raced in...in sheer excitement. The heat from the fire apparently imbedded itself into his veins, coursing through them, causing his heart to pound wildly, savagely.
He was overtaken by fear and delight for the first time in his life!
For the first time...he was the one being hunted.
And he loved the feeling.
Sesshoumaru smirked and wasted no time to get into his Porsche, forcing the engine to roar with life in less than a second. He eyed the woman who had not moved a single inch one more time prior to making another half circle turn–he then sped away from the fiery assassin at an alarming a hundred and thirty miles per hour.
All the while, he kept glancing at her through his rear view mirror. She was still there where he had left her with her head sinisterly cocked...in another second, he watched her throw her mini grenade in his direction.
His smirk blew into an impish grin. "And let the chase begin."
BOOOM!!!
"You sicken me."
His icy golden honey eyes swept over the trembling form of the bastard he had cornered into a chair, narrowing in disgust at the vermin they were forced to see. Hmph, he detested such cowards, but none had irked him as much as this fool, who now hugged himself as though that alone would save him from what was to come.
Anyone staring into his cold eyes could foretell that what was to come...would be painful. Why? Because the diminutive smile curving his lips definitely reached his eyes, a smile that meant the sadist in him had been unleashed.
He then shifted his gaze from the currently crying rat demon to the metallic black contraption in his right black leather-gloved hand that gleamed in delight–a sure response of witnessing its master's cruelty. His long, clawed fingers gripped the smooth handle of his favorite handgun, and the amused gold of his irises once again met the petrified scarlet red of his enemy...
No...his hostage.
"You truly sicken me." The smile had still not left his face.
"P-Please...I beg you...I-I promise I w-will–" The pleading of the filthy common rat was hushed when he brought his slender finger to settle over his quivering pale lips.
He leaned his head closer to his victim, allowing his long tresses the color of majestic silver glaciers to spill onto the vermin's lap. All the while, amused gold met with petrified scarlet in a gaze mixed with painful terror...and malicious pleasure.
He kept leaning forward in an excruciatingly slow pace, slow enough that the rat demon fidgeted in his executive chair, daring to wonder what this beautiful dog demon who literally held his life in his dainty hands would do to him. Soon, the proximity between them was so narrow that when the dog demon tilted his head to the left, his silken lips was a hairsbreadth away from his abnormally cool skin, right below his ear.
He couldn't suppress the shiver running down his spine and chilling his bones–he knew his life was about to end.
"You sicken me, rat, and do you know what I do to those who sicken me?" The shaking demon didn't dare move his head. "I simply...kill them."
Those damnable silken lips still smiled cynically; taunting him, haunting him–they even gently pressed against the base of his pointed ear to further terrify him. Accompanied by a baritone voice smoother than the most luxurious velvet, a deep voice raising the hairs in the back of his neck, those same damnable lips might as well bring death along with pleasure.
The dog demon soon drew away from him, taking a step back.
And then, the formerly amused gold meld of his irises suddenly darkened into a thick honey paste in response to the chilling apathy freezing the dog demon's eyes over. All traces of amusement, including his sadistic smile, erased to allow room for his new face; a face sculpted from the well-known apathetic ice.
The rat demon's arms slackened to his sides, deciding that instead of hugging his body for protection, they would merely let terror numb their nerves, leaving them limp and useless on his black chair's armrests.
This was the true sadist...this was the beautiful stone face that would kill him tonight.
"I can make your death painless and quick, or I can make it an agonizing preview to the hell that awaits you. It all depends on how well you answer my question." The dog demon's golden honey eyes stared unwaveringly at him, but the rat's own nervous scarlet eyes drifted to the metallic black gun held in his captor's hand.
The ceiling lights it reflected made him dizzy–why was he being tortured like this?
He didn't need to respond when the beautifully chilling demon took another step back, making no sound whatsoever. He calmly raised his right arm to point directly at his sweaty forehead, and the rat demon could only look on with eyes wide and awed, mesmerized by the beauty and ice of it all–no, of his killer-to-be.
The killer who could revert even the most powerful of men back to wailing babes.
"Listen and listen well, you French vermin."
The demon was still hiding behind the transfixing fog that clouded his senses, and now he was overtaken by the way his killer was well-rounded enough to know how to speak French fluently, as if he was a native born Frenchman. Perhaps if his death wasn't impendent, he would praise this Japanese dog demon and worship the ground he walked on, and even return the divine air he had stolen from him.
"Where did you hide the Bleu Diamant?" His grip tightened on his handgun, and his arm didn't waver one bit.
Ah, the Bleu Diamant–French for Blue Diamond–was also known as the Heart of the Night gem. The rat demon let out a harrowed chuckle. It was the most coveted and expensive diamond in the world; its cost estimated over a million Euros. And he had it. Yes, he had it–he possessed the damned diamond that in the end would cost him the highest price in the world: his life.
Why was that?
Because he stole it.
And this dog demon had come to retrieve what rightfully belonged to his ultimately powerful family.
But he would not be able to find the diamond.
"I no longer have it." His response had been strangely collected, almost like he was no longer seized by terror. The fog in his mind was causing him to accept death, to think that the darkness of the afterlife would be paradise compared to the hell reality was forcing him into at the moment.
However, he watched the cold eyes of his captor narrow.
BANG!
"AAAHAAAHAAAHH!!"
In a split second, he lost his right ear.
Tears moistened his eye lids and rolled down his pale, robust cheeks, sliding all the way down to spill onto his sleek black business suit. His fingers clutched the arm rest in a death grip as he concentrated on something else rather than the exploding pain where his ear should have been...but no relief came. It was as if miniature yet sharp, hot knives were stabbing his cranium, trying to reach the goal of imbedding into his brain even if it was farfetched.
He hated the sensation of warm blood dripping down the side of his face and onto his shoulder...he hated the bastard who shot him. As well as the bastard who had sent him.
He also hated the fact that he could do nothing–not even fight back.
He was useless.
"You answered wrong, rat," he crooned in his smooth, deep voice, and the ghost of a smile touched his lips. "Let's try again; where is the Bleu Diamant?" His arm was still poised at eye level...and was directed towards the rat demon's left ear.
"I-It..." He managed to rasp out one word, but the rest of his sentence struggled to pass through the large lump that had settled in his throat. A whimper escaped him when he heard the sharp click of a cocked gun. "I...s-some...one...a woman...r-red...t-took–"
BANG!
"STOOOOOOP!!"
In a split second, he lost his left ear.
"I will repeat myself only once more. Where did you hide the Bleu Diamant? If you tell me now, I will end your misery. If you don't...then more pain awaits you." A sadistic smile curved his lips again as he aimed his black handgun at the demon's ankle. The smile only grew when he observed the wide, frightened scarlet eyes that were silently pleading for mercy.
Of course, he would receive none.
"P-Please! I...s'not a-a lie! S-She took...she took...ahh!" It was hard to speak through clenched teeth and the lump in his throat, but he gained the ability to shout when he heard the all too recognizable click of a cocked gun again. "She took it! I swear it! She was here only a few minutes before you and she took the diamant! SHE TOOK IT!!"
Blood gushed out of his nostrils while rivulets of the crimson liquid flowed down both sides of his neck. The agony he was going through at the moment had to be worse than hell!
"And who is she?" The dog demon was scrupulous of the information being said to him. Even if the French rat didn't seem to be lying to him, he still couldn't believe that a woman had taken the Blue Diamond he absolutely needed to complete his mission. How was he supposed to return back to his father empty handed?
He narrowed his eyes when he received no solid answer. All that came from the wimpy bastard was a whimper and fresh salty tears biting at his sensitive nose. "Who is she?"
No answer.
BANG!
"AARGH–AHHHHHAAAAHHH!!!!"
In a split second, the bones in his right ankle shattered.
"Tell me who she is. Now."
His puffy red eyes blinked open, staring at the pale-skinned beautiful demon with the markings of royalty on his face. He eyed the indigo crescent moon sitting directly in the center of his forehead, where his tenuous silver bangs opened, and then his eyes trailed over the two magenta stripes aligned across each one of his defined cheeks.
He blinked once more, his mind attempting to work past the pain overloading his senses, and at long last, after his careful observation of the beautiful sadist before him, he parted his chapped lips to speak.
"Fille de Meurtrier...Assassin's D-Daughter. Crimson...she wore c-crimson. I-I believe...she is Japonais as you a-are...she took the diamant...fif...f-fifteen minutes a-ago..."
Hn, so I have an adversary. How challenging. The dog demon smirked. Assassin's Daughter, huh? I've never heard of her. But she will soon never be heard of again.
"So beautiful and dangerous...her embrace is murderous..." He slightly cocked his head when the rat demon began mumbling what seemed like gibberish to him. Who was he referring to–the Assassin's Daughter? "She is hunting us...she will win...beware of the Lionne."
The Lioness? Is he speaking in riddles? The poor fool must be near the brink of death.
His eyes then raked over the trembling form wasting away on the black executive chair in front of him–it was a disgusting sight to his all too perfect slitted eyes. Blood marred the rat demon's round face and led a trail through his neck, shoulders, the white shirt neatly tucked under his double breasted suit, his legs, and all the way onto the French oak floor.
Ah, he loved his work of art.
He never noticed, however, the small movement of the bastard's left hand...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The dog demon blinked and furrowed his thin dark brows in confusion at the sound of an alarm filtering from the room and into the halls until everyone in the mansion would be alerted of trouble. His golden eyes settled on the smirking face of the dying vermin staring back at him–he appeared to be comforted by death with a carefree glint in his dull scarlet eyes.
Or maybe he just went insane–pain made people do unimaginable things.
"Rat, you are balourd–completely foolish," he muttered, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance. "You think merely because you pressed the emergency button I will begin to cower in fear? Hn, perhaps you need to be taught one more lesson before you die."
The smile filled with malice lurked back onto the stone face of the dog demon, also bringing along an amused glint in his brightened amber eyes. His black leather-clad arm lowered an inch, directing the gun in his hand to point towards the rat demon's left ankle.
BANG!
There went the bones in his left ankle.
"AAAAAGGGHHH!"
"I fear no one." The smile grew to the point of revealing one of his sharp canine fangs.
BANG!
His right hand was no limper than his feet.
"NOOOOO!!!"
"I answer to no one." His golden eyes became vibrant with delight.
BANG!
His left hand could no longer reach for any hidden emergency buttons.
"PLEASE STOOOOOP!"
"I am the Sadist." His true face exposed itself as he relished in the vermin's suffering.
BANG!
The rat alas made no sound when a bullet lodged itself between his beady scarlet eyes.
"I am Sesshoumaru." He dropped his arm and allowed himself to bask in the silence death always brought.
It was what he loved about his job, the only thing making it tolerable and enjoyable in the long, tiring years he had continued accepting his father's missions. The silence calmed him, tamed the raging storm in him–the chilling silence only death could summon was what curbed him to become the perfect killer.
Yes, he, Sesshoumaru, was an assassin, the Sadist.
-XxX-
Shit! Couldn't those damn assholes back the fuck off?! It was bad enough he hadn't completed his mission, but to get caught during one was so much worse! His golden honey eyes shifted to the rear view mirror of his shiny silver Porsche Carrera GT and he counted the number of black cars gaining up on him; there were eleven in all.
Eleven.
Yet, he wasn't nervous. No, just really pissed off! Gods, he wished he had a grenade launcher right about now...
He let out an annoyed growl and set his eyes back on the winding road before him. It had to be about two in the morning–any normal person would be in their homes, getting the rest they deserved prior to waking up for work. But no, he wasn't just any normal person, because here he was forced into this damn car chase thousands of miles away from his true home!
Sometimes he hated the dangerous life he led...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Great, now the assholes decided to start shooting at him! Crap, if he brought back this rented car filled with dents and bullet holes...he'd have a hell of a hard time explaining them. I really wish I had a grenade or anything that explodes! I knew I should've bought one... Yup, he had been stupid.
Oh well.
Sesshoumaru expertly wove down the insanely narrow curbs of the country road trailing miles before him, dodging as many bullets as he could in the process. The screeching of his tires against asphalt bothered his sensitive ear drums, but he paid no heed to it. All he was concentrating on was his escape and how he was going to get rid of the bastards following him.
Damn, they were closing in on him quickly!
No matter, he just picked up his speed from sixty miles per hour to a hundred.
He would drive faster, yet with the winding road, it was suicide, even for a demon.
"Shit," the silver-haired dog demon hissed, taking the chance to take a hand and rake it through his tenuous bangs–an act he usually did when he was frustrated, or in rare cases like this, in trouble. "Those damn filthy vermin rats blocked my escape route!"
His golden eyes blazed in fury at what he saw a few miles ahead of him–a total of twenty black cars all lined adjacent to each other, blocking the rest of the road he was on. He could imagine the smug smirks those French rats had on their angled faces; he quickly cast the picture out of his mind before he was scarred for life–rat demons weren't known for their good looks...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"GIVE UP ALREADY, MUTT! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!"
Hmph! As if he, Sesshoumaru, the Sadist, pro assassin extraordinaire, was going to adhere to these foolish cowards! They were trying to make him laugh!
Deftly driving single handedly–while in a dangerous road at an alarming a hundred miles per hour, no less–he pulled out his favorite handgun, and without looking back, shot the cretin who had stuck his head out of his car's black tinted window to shout bullshit.
Furthermore, no one called him a mutt and had the pleasure of living to tell about it.
Alright, after he allowed himself the joy of a swift kill–now what the hell was he supposed to do?! He was nearing the barricade of automobiles and the idiots trailing after him like eager puppies were relentless; there was no way he could turn back or even keep moving forward.
He lacked the equipment to do so...like a goddamn grenade!
"After this, I'm going grenade shopping." Sesshoumaru smirked and gripped the black leather steering wheel of his Porsche.
He took a calming breath of air before he applied more pressure on the acceleration pedal, increasing his speed to a hundred and thirty miles per hour in only one second. His racing heart slowed to a steady pulse, beating loudly in his ear, nearly deafening him and blocking any other sound. After a few seconds, it seemed as if the world around him had slowed along with his heart...melded into one time frame...
The dog demon narrowed his eyes, shifted into second gear, and waited for his chance.
...he waited...
...the black cars behind him were merely a few yards away from his back bumper...
...he waited...
...the fools ahead of him prepared their guns to shoot him down...
...he waited...
...until...
SCREEECH!!!
CRASH!!!
He chuckled in pure amusement at the various accidents he had caused in his little escapade, but he hardly minded. He had waited until the final second to turn his car left, veering off the road only to drive on the grassy plains of the French country side. Of course, he hardly knew where he was going, but that was the least of his worries. Even though enemy cars followed his moves at the last split second, he felt in control and confident in his ability to escape.
Yup, no worries.
BOOOM!!!
Fuck, now the stupid rats started using grenades on him!
Not good.
Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth as he side swept the explosion of a grenade, luckily not sustaining any damage to his vehicle. Debris flew everywhere as he made several twists and turns, moving out of target before a damn bomb fell on his rented car; he cursed the country side when dirt particles clouded his windshield, preventing him from seeing further up ahead.
Vroom! Vroom! Screeech!
However...he did hear the screeching of tires as well as the loud roaring of an unfamiliar engine coming from ahead of him, and in a sudden panic, Sesshoumaru stomped on the breaks before his car did a one-hundred-eighty degree turn. He used his windshield wipers to clear the dirt that had momentarily blinded his outdoor vision, and laid wide eyes on the scene in front of him.
He blinked, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him, but he concluded that the idea was unlikely. So, still in a stupor, he pressed a button opening the vertical door to the driver's side of his Porsche and stepped out of his car. His long, unbound silver tresses flowed along with the brisk nighttime winds, also sweeping his bangs away from his face, and his lips parted into a small gape.
Sesshoumaru's golden honey eyes did not stray from the blood red Aston Martin DBS sitting horizontally in front of his silver Porsche, acting as a barrier between his car and the other cars slowly coming to a stop before this new adversary. He, at first, suspected the owner of the gorgeous sports car of being a potential enemy, but he dismissed it when no move was made to...well, kill him.
Either way...his breathing hitched as the driver's door opened...and a crimson booted leg revealed itself.
Apparently the owner of this car is a woman. He inwardly scoffed–what would she be able to do against all fifteen of those gangster rat demons?
Even so, he continued to watch, mesmerized as the figure completely stepped out of her car, which matched the color of her outfit. Although he could only see her back, he openly trailed his eyes over her slender form, beginning from her knee-high booted feet to her short pleated skirt to what he surmised was a lacy corset top covering her torso, accenting her narrow waist and the swell of her hips. Her obsidian black hair was also up in a fashionable bun held together by crimson chopsticks.
All in all, from behind, she looked down right sexy.
She must be brave to be wearing a skirt. He smirked at that. Well...he could tell she had a really nice ass, tight and round just the way he–um, forget that train of thought.
Anyway...who the hell was she?!
Sesshoumaru couldn't catch her scent from where he stood, but he figured she was human. Gods, he wouldn't mind looking at her front side if from her backside she seemed sexy...
One of the rat demons that had been trailing after him climbed out of his raven black Ascari KZ1 and boldly faced the woman, who had not uttered a single word and was standing proudly beside her blood red car. Sesshoumaru put a hand on his pocketed gun in case the vermin discreetly tried anything.
"Step aside, wench, unless you want to be killed."
Still, she did not say anything.
"Did I stutter? Step. Aside."
No words.
Instead, she dug something out of her pocket and flashed it at the obnoxious rat demon, some kind of object that made his beady scarlet eyes bug out of their sockets. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes to catch a glimpse of what the mystery woman held in her hand, and once he saw the gleam of a glistening dark blue object no larger than an egg, he gaped–again–but this time, he wanted to claw that bitch to death.
Why?
Because she held the Bleu Diamant in her right hand.
'Fille de Meurtrier...Assassin's D-Daughter. Crimson...she wore c-crimson...' The words of the head gang leader of the rat demons echoed through his mind, reminding him that this was the insufferable bitch who had become his new challenge.
Yet, even if she was his new enemy...damn she was sexy...
"Y-You...it's you! Boss said to beware of you! Prepare to die, wench!" The rat demon, in a surge of adrenaline, drew his silver pistol and pointed it at the unflinching woman, who only tiled her head slightly to one side in response. His hands trembled at the lack of reaction–she showed no fear.
The dog demon standing yards behind the 'assassin' also raised his gun, but at the damn rat demon threatening to kill his opponent before he did. He'd be damned before his kill was taken from him!
However...
...the apparent Assassin's Daughter only put away the diamond and dug into her other pocket. She pulled out a small, circular contraption the size of coin that confused the ones intently watching her. It was only until she seemed to push down on the top of the object that they all realized what it was...
Though, it was too late.
She nonchalantly threw it out in front of her, towards the line of fifteen immobile cars appearing like sitting ducks–not like they had time to flee, anyway... Sesshoumaru began to see his adversary in a new light at the little trick she had up her sleeve...or skirt.
BOOOM!!!
The deafening sound popped his ears, as well as the agonizing screeches of the rat demons engulfed by a furious pit of flame from hell–heck, he heard his car vibrating due to the shock of it. He observed the vivid red orange flame, dancing around joyously from car to car, embracing the demons lovingly even though it wasn't returned.
The heat expelled from the explosion felt like a warm sheet covering his lean frame, flustering his cheeks and melting his icy eyes. The woman in front of him had yet to move away, and he watched her instead, noting how she seemed to revel in the disaster she caused just as much as he did.
She just stood there with her feet firmly planted onto the ground–she hadn't even flinched from the sound of her miniature grenade exploding. It was...it was amazing in his eyes, admirable, even. He was so paralyzed with shock and wonder that he forgot he was supposed to be battling this mysterious woman, not watching her as though she were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon.
But she truly was.
She was gorgeous, beautiful, wondrous, devilish; his list of words could go on as he watched her with dancing flames serving as a fitting background for this...assassin.
Sesshoumaru couldn't remove his eyes from her, much less walk away from his spot, not even when she turned her head towards him. The shadows from the fire gorging on the cars masked half her face, making her seem even more beautiful, more mysterious, more... Dammit, she really was sexy in every way!
The sight of her glaring at him with her blazing dark eyes would be imprinted in his memory for the rest of his life.
He would never forget this moment.
Yet...it was time to stop ogling and start moving when the Assassin's Daughter flaunted another object... She bounced it in her hand a couple of times, letting him know what awaited him if he didn't take her benign head start. The dog demon couldn't deny that his blood raced in...in sheer excitement. The heat from the fire apparently imbedded itself into his veins, coursing through them, causing his heart to pound wildly, savagely.
He was overtaken by fear and delight for the first time in his life!
For the first time...he was the one being hunted.
And he loved the feeling.
Sesshoumaru smirked and wasted no time to get into his Porsche, forcing the engine to roar with life in less than a second. He eyed the woman who had not moved a single inch one more time prior to making another half circle turn–he then sped away from the fiery assassin at an alarming a hundred and thirty miles per hour.
All the while, he kept glancing at her through his rear view mirror. She was still there where he had left her with her head sinisterly cocked...in another second, he watched her throw her mini grenade in his direction.
His smirk blew into an impish grin. "And let the chase begin."
BOOOM!!!