InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Miscommunications ❯ The Story ( Chapter 5 )

Ch. 5: The Story

The basement was dark as she struggled to rush to the center. She could hear the child sobbing over the hissing of the steam pipes. The sounds of explosions and gun shots surrounded them as she called out to him, “Juan?” It was hard to move among the machinery in the low light, but she had to hurry. Her time was running out.

“Die bitch!” She barely had time to react as someone began to fire at her. She didn't have time for this. The bombs were set to go off any minute. She wanted to scream; she wanted to cry; she wanted to grab Juan and get out of that hellish place. The bullets stopped momentarily as the disembodied voice cursed. He had to reload.

Kagome didn't stop to think. She was running on instinct as she stood up and sprinted towards the sobs. “Juan!” She screamed again as everything began to explode. The child was right in front of her. She could see him in the light of the flames, but as she stretched her arm out to him, he moved out of reach. She screamed his name again, only to be rewarded with the deafening sounds of his sobs. She felt the floor shift, and looked up as the entire building fell on her.

“Juan!” Kagome screamed as she fell out of bed. She was sweating profusely as her legs remained tied to her sheets. Miroku rushed into her room pointing a gun in every direction trying to find his sister's assailant.

“Another nightmare?” He asked, leaving the gun by her desk. She nodded. Today, it had been the school incident. Other nights would be her father, but the worst nights would be her mother. Even 14 years after it had all happened, she could not escape the torment of her dreams.

 

Miroku helped her untie her legs as he sat down next to her. He didn't waste time asking if she wanted to talk about it; she never did. Looking at the clock, he said, “Well, it's three in the morning. No sense in trying to go back to sleep. How about a nice game of cards?” Kagome smiled and nodded. He always knew how to make her forget.

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Sesshomaru looked up, displeased with his employee. “That was a very expensive transmitter you lost, Sango.” The youkai exterminator did not back down as she nodded. He sat back in his chair. Though in size and structure, the office was identical to Naraku's, Sesshomaru's taste differed. He thought that only one large flat screen television would be more than enough. Like his home office, he used the walls as a shelf space. Though here, instead of books and scrolls, he kept mementos from his visits with the other powerful men of the world. His cherry oak desk only had two personal touches: a picture of Rin in a macaroni frame she had made for him, and a picture of him and his father standing in front of the original Full Moon Enterprises building.

Sango stood silently as the morning sun blinded her. She knew better than to talk before he gave her permission to. “You lost about five hundred thousand dollars worth of surveillance equipment to those two. I wouldn't consider that your usual precise work.”

“That tells me that there's something more than meets the eye going on there, and I'm going to find out what.” Sango spoke with a determined glint in her eye.

“As long as you don't waste anymore of this year's security budget on it, do what you want. You know I hate frivolous expenses.” He sat back, skimming her report. “You know, her newspaper bought a dozen of those new transmitters a few weeks ago. It is possible she uses them for her scoops. That would explain how she knows her way around them.”

“It still doesn't explain how her brother does, or why a cab driver has a government vehicle.”

“I'm sensing that your attention is drifting more towards the brother.” He remarked suggestively.

“It's not what you think. I can find reasonable, though not convincing explanations on why she would know. He is just weird.”

“What have you dug up on him?” He asked, offering her a seat. When Sango used the word weird, it usually meant she was on to something big.

“He doesn't exist, except for a driver's license and a rental agreement.” Sango took her seat. “I can't find information on his original family name. There are no records of Taro Higurashi adopting a son, though he must have, since Miroku does bare his name.”

“Illegitimate son?”

Sango shook her head, “There would have been a birth certificate.”

“Income tax report?”

“Files exempt every year.”

“His sister supports him?”

“It's hard to say; she files exempt as well.”

Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow. “I know she earns too much money to be able to claim exempt on that reason!”

“I guess the question should be, on whose good grace are those two on?”

“Sango, start digging up dirt. I don't care about public records any more. Talk to neighbors, ex's, teachers, mechanics, anyone they ever came in
contact with. I want to know who these people are!” Sango smiled. This would be fun.

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Kagome cursed. It was strange for her to do so, since she usually preferred to express herself with a broader vocabulary, but her baby was sick. She looked at her mechanic as he shook his head. The 1988 Mercury Grand Marquis was in mint condition in every respect, except for one. It needed a new engine. She had spent so much money having the car shipped from the US that this is not what she needed.

“Sorry Miss, but the car is old. This is bound to happen.” The mechanic explained.

“Just fix it.”


“It'll be a few weeks before we get the parts…You may be out of a car for a month. Are you sure you don't want to buy a new one instead.” Kagome
shook her head.

“It was good enough for my father; it's good enough for me.” She pulled out her cell phone. It figures. The one day she needs her taxi driving brother to pick her up, her battery decides to die. She cursed again. She needed to meet him in fifteen minutes, and she had to meet her editor in half-an-hour. She was booked for the rest of the afternoon. It looked like she was going to miss everything. This was going to be a disaster to reschedule.

She groaned: Where was her knight in shinning armor when she needed him?

“Hey wench, you need a lift?” Kami-sama wasn't that cruel, was he?

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Miroku waited for his sister in their usual coffee shop in front of her newspaper. She was late, and that made him nervous. His stomach was still in knots from the assassination attempt. He assumed she had been the hit all along. Who would want Inu Yasha dead? He may be a stubborn hanyou, but he wasn't a real threat to anyone: not even to his brother.

Miroku sighed checking his watch. She had left the studio about an hour ago. He had called and checked. He would have called her instead, but she had forgotten her car charger at home, again. It was just like her to walk around Tokyo with a dead cell phone and a car that was two miles away from heaven. He had begged her to get a new car, but she refused. He understood her, though. Taro had loved that car. Every Sunday, rain or shine, he would wash and wax it. Filling the tank was a field day, and the old man had been more on point on the car's regular maintenance than his children's doctor's appointments.

Miroku laughed. “That's why I have Kagome.” The old man would say. She had been the glue that held the three together. They should have taken her to therapy then, but she seemed to be the only functioning one of the three, except for the nightmares. Fourteen years of sleepless nights and she still didn't seek help. What if she fell asleep behind the wheel? She could have been in accident! She might be in a hospital bed somewhere…Miroku took a deep breath. No negative thinking allowed.

Miroku looked up in time to see Inu Yasha pull up in his motorcycle. The man was dense, but he had fine taste in woman and bikes, just like his father. The Harley Davison Softail Night Train had been customized with red flames and chrome accessories. Like its owner, it demanded fear and respect from all those that crossed its path. The girl on the back climbed off and returned the jacket and helmet to the hanyou. There seem to be a few words exchanged before she entered the café. Yes, the hanyou had excellent taste in women, but did he have to pick Miroku's sister?

“Sorry I'm late.” She kissed his cheek lightly.

“It happens. What were you doing with your story?”

“I'm not getting involved…I needed a lift, and he offered.” Kagome defended.

“You like him.”

“Not in that way.” Kagome smiled as a waitress brought her the usual.

“You're a horrible liar.” Miroku accused with a smile.

“You're the one that was parading himself in his silk pajamas for a certain lady security guard.”

“But, I don't deny it… You know she resisted.” He smirked. “No one has ever resisted before.”

“I know…she's a keeper.” Kagome smiled. “I need to spend more time with her, though. I just whish she would stop spying on us.” Kagome turned and waved at a blue Corolla parked in front of the café. She was sure that Sango would be cursing her head off by now.

“You have to give her points for persistence.” He gave her his slyest smile.

“I do, but I also have to give her points for stupidity. She can accidentally ruin everything. We've been working on this for too long!”

“Don't worry. You'll expose the bastard, and I bet you'll win another Pulitzer for it.” She nodded.

“The old woman got tired of waiting for you.” He changed the subject after a long silence.

“I'll see her in a few; I have to give her this week's article.”

“I told her about the Ookami prince.”

“And?”

“She said to get a quote.” He finished his tea as Kagome nodded in confirmation.

Once outside, Kagome knocked on Sango's passenger window. “Look,” Kagome began once the window had been rolled down, “I don't mind you pursuing my brother, but you need to give me space.”

“How did you know it was me?” Sango complained.

“Your license plates have Full Moon's logo on it, and I recognized your car from when you had it parked in front of my house. I put two and two together and got you.”

“As a tabloid reporter, you should know this is part of the job.” Sango complained, accepting her answer as reasonable, though she wasn't buying.

“Yes, but as your boyfriend's sister, I got to warn you. You are going to scare him off.”

“I'm not his girlfriend!” Sango complained.

“Yet.” Kagome corrected. She smiled and handed a couple of passes to the young security head. “I work out every day from five to seven with my personal trainer. Come down one of these days. I have the strange feeling you will enjoy that more than a day at the spa.” Kagome smiled brightly before crossing the street, leaving a very confused woman behind. Sango observed as the girl entered the building and swiped a security badge to get in through the second door. Since when do you need an electronic key to enter a newspaper building?
Sango nearly screamed as she noticed someone was sitting next to her. He gave her his most charming smile before saying, “You can kidnap me now, stalker. I'm done for the day.”

“Get out of my car, Miroku!” She yelled as he fastened his seatbelt.

“Now Sango, you have spent the entire day following me around. It's obvious you've been trying to work up enough courage to ask me to dinner, so I'm going to make it easy on you. Here I am.” He smiled brightly as she developed a nervous twitch. She wasn't sure who she was going to kill first, the sister or the brother. One thing was for sure, they would never find the bodies.

“Get out of my car!” She growled. Miroku's face turned serious, looking like it belonged more to a man of the cloth than a perverted taxi driver.

“No: I am offended. If you have been tailing me all day for no other reason than to insult me when I open myself up to you, then I'm not sure I like the type of woman you are. To think, I defended you to my sister.” Sango stared blankly at him, feeling ashamed of her actions. It was obvious the young man was attracted to her, and it wasn't his fault if he had a keen enough eye to notice her tailing him. Though, she still had to find out how he developed it. Maybe dinner wouldn't be a bad idea.

“Sango…you're really hurting my arm!” Miroku coughed out.

“That's because your hand is currently running up my thigh.” She growled out. Then again, dinner might be too dangerous. Someone might end up dead at the end of the evening.

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R 20;You wanted to see me?” Kagome asked with a smile as she entered the office of her Editor-in-Chief. The room was warm and comfortable with old leather chairs and a desk overflowing with paperwork. The walls were covered with pictures; one of them was a picture of the editor with Taro and his daughter at Kagome's first gun tournament.

The old woman, who had lost an eye in the line of duty, looked up and smiled. “This old bat is glad to see you are doing well.”

“It was only three bullets. I've taken worst.” Kagome shrugged off, though the editor noticed she wasn't smiling as brightly as usual.

“What's wrong my child?”

“Why did you insist that I must go there that day, Kaede?”

The silver haired woman took a deep breath, unsure how much the young reporter needed to know. “He is your story. You must follow him where ever he may be.”

“It was a routine visit. We knew he would be summoned to the building. Any other reporter could have gone.”

“But he is your responsibility, child, and as the events from this routine visit have shown, you can't always guess when the story is going to explode.”

Kagome took her seat in front of the old woman and before continuing the questioning. “Why give him to me?”

“Only you have the caliber that is needed to handle this kind of exclusive. When Inu Yasha Takahashi takes his place in his father's company, it will be World Wide Headlines. We need to be in on the ground floor.”

“Has a date been set?”

“Not as of yet.”

Knowing the interview was heading no where fast, Kagome decided to go for the jugular, “Did you sent me there to get shot?”

“Child, you know better than to ask silly questions you already know the answer to.” Kaede looked down before speaking again.

“The Shichinintai family is having a wedding. Mukotsu's daughter is getting married. The man has always had a soft side for you, so I was able to arrange an interview.”

“I have a feeling you are more interested in his dealings with the nerve gas trade than what flowers they'll be using.”

“I trust you to use your good reporting skills to gather all the required information for both of your articles. Don't forget that they are the most powerful mob family in Asia. You don't want to cross them…They aren't the merciful type.”

“I know; I've interview them in the past. When and where will I meet with him?” Kaede handed her a piece of paper.

“Make sure your article on the Ookami prince is ready before then. Naraku has sent Kagura away this weekend to check some lands in the Northern Woods; security will be weaker with the forces divided.”

“Do we know what he's plotting?”

“Do we ever?”

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Two dark figures walked silently in the shadows of Full Moon Enterprise's Headquarters' parking garage. Besides a few forgotten vehicles, the lot was empty. It wasn't surprising, considering how late it was. They carefully avoided all cameras as they made their way up to the fifth parking level. The shorter one covered the security camera as the other mounted a picture of the back door in front of it. The night shift security played a little with their receptors before the image returned to normal, never noticing the decoy. Later, the man would regret not sending a guard to investigate.

The taller of the two intruders knelt down and placed some clay-like substance on the lock of the door. They stepped back as a puff of smoke appeared. For a multi-billion dollar industry, you would think they would take better care of their generators.

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K agura hated going into work on the weekends, so having to go in at 11pm on Friday was twice as disgusting. Her father had sent her to check out a lead in the Northern Woods, something in Kouga's memories. The whole mission had been a wild goose chase; though, she had indulged in delicious swim in the cold lake. For the three hours she had spent there, she had felt liberated. How she longed to brake free of her father's hold! But, she knew better. He had his ways to keep her in check.

Her father wanted to meet at the office to personally question the prince about her findings. She believed it could wait until Monday, but who could argue with Naraku when it involved the Shikon no Tama. She saw the doors of the private express elevator open. “Hold on!” She ordered as she ran across the golden lobby towards the back elevators. “Thank you…What are you doing here?” Kagura asked surprised as she saw that Sesshomaru was her companion.

“I own this company.”

“So does my father, but you don't see him here.”

“I care.” She rolled her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Emergency family meeting. Kanna's birthday is next month, and we don't want to spoil the surprise.”

“You should make your lies more believable.” He complained as he took a side-glance look at her. She was dressed in a knee-length skirt and matching sweater, but what had Sesshomaru's mouth watering was her scent. She didn't smell of her father. She smelt of woods, flowers and freshness. Oh, if she only wasn't Naraku's daughter…if she only wasn't a competent VP.

“But, they are more polite than your brush offs.” She replied checking her watch. Naraku would not like Sesshomaru's presence there. “Are you going to be long?”

“Why? Do you have more papers for me to sign?” He asked sarcastically.

“With me three days out of the office, I'm sure I do.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. The elevator skipped as the lights went out.

“What the…?” Sesshomaru's voice trailed off as he recognized the sure signs of a black out, but why wasn't the emergency generator starting up? He noticed Kagura's breath shortening. He turned to see the young wind demon pulling on her neckline, revealing more flesh. “Kagura?”

“I-I can't…” Kagura walked back against the wall. Her youki was in turmoil. She was a wind youkai; she needed space. In the dark, her red eyes could see the four walls perfectly as they caged her in. She was beginning to hyperventilate. She needed out!

She didn't notice him move, just that his lips were pressed firmly against hers. Kagura gasped as he pinned her to the wall, trailing kisses down her neck. “Only me Kagura.” He growled as she closed her eyes, trying to forget the four walls around them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, surprised to find his erection pressing against her core. She could feel that the dog demon was well endowed as she rubbed herself against him. He licked and teased her exposed neck and skin as his eyes glowed red. She tasted so good. She slipped her arms around his neck as she searched for his lips. He growled at her sudden aggressiveness but allowed her to use her nervous energy on him.

Their tongues battled against each other as they grinded against each other. In the darkness, their auras attacked. Twenty years of sexual tension had exploded and it took all of Sesshomaru's control not to pound into her. He could feel her dampness through his pants and knew she was ready for him. Her aura refused to submit, and his wanted to devour her for it. The pressure was building, and she had forgotten herself in the process. She grinded against him like a puppet he could string, while he moved from her lips to her neck. He bit her ear and pressed harder, rubbing against her most intimate of places. She screamed in pleasure. The scent of her arousal filled the enclosed room, igniting the demon lord more. He couldn't control himself any longer.