InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Miscommunications ❯ The Coverage ( Chapter 20 )

Chapter 20:

The Coverage

The Shichinintai family consisted of seven Crime Lords who were not biologically related to each other. They had originally formed the group with the intention of having fun while performing a few hits for some quick cash, but with the growing markets for depravity, they soon found that their special talents could give them an empire. Though originally, their fearless leader, Bankotsu, objected to the expansion, the money that rushed in quickly changed his mind. Nothing was done in the Japanese underworld that these men, who high society described as independently wealthy, did not approve.

So, if a public park was blown up, creating a four block radius of damage, without their authorization, something was terribly wrong. This was the sole reason Jakotsu was not complaining about waking up hours before lunch. He, more than anyone else, had something to lose. You didn't place a hit with the Shichinintai without having it approved by him. He had not approved it. In fact, he hadn't even heard of it.

When he entered his dinning room, he wasn't surprised to find his brothers were already there. Bankotsu sat at the head of the table with one leg draped over the arm of his chair. His baggy jeans and silk shirt were an immaculate shade of white, and his low braid was brushed to perfection. Though his posture did not reflect the discipline of his grooming, it did reflect something more important to his family. He wanted this situation disposed off immediately.

Jakotsu quickly pinned his hair up with chopsticks as he glance around the table. He could tell that Mukotsu was angry. The short bugged-eyed man was huffing about missing his flight to the States. Looking around, he noticed the tired and angry faces of his companions. It looked like a sea of irate silence.

“So, who do we thank for this?” Jakotsu finally spoke up. As in response, the windows exploded, sending sharp shards of glass at the crime family. Out of pure reflex, they were able to duck for cover, with the exception of one brother. Kyoukotsu, who currently held the world record for being the tallest human alive, didn't blink as the glass attacked him. He just brushed it off. Not being the brightest of the seven, Kyoukotsu was more likely to prove his usefulness in brut strength and nothing more, which was why he was usually in charge of ripping the heads of the Shichinintai enemies.

“What the fuck?” Bankotsu screamed as he stood up, only to stare into a gun barrel.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” Otokonoko replied as he pressed a key on a square device he was holding. The clock started to count down from one minute thirty seconds. “We had an understanding.”

“So?” Bankotsu asked, completely ignoring the bomb the intruder had thrown on the center of the dinning room table.

“This is so old!” Jakotsu yawned. “You're too overly dramatic, Otokonoko, even for me.” His voice reflected his boredom as four of the other men looked at him with anger. Kyoukotsu was either too stupid to know what was going on or that even he couldn't survive the blast from such proximity.

“The Agency has allowed you to continue your operations with the condition that things like a terrorist attack would be reported to us!” Otokonoko accused as he narrowed his eyes.

“The Agency hasn't allowed us anything.” Bankotsu retorted. “You guys need us. We keep the things you fear away.”

“We fear crazy idiots blowing up parks!”

“Funny, we just blow those bastards up.” Jakotsu complained. The device beeped, signaling the thirty second marker.

“Since you're here, I assume you don't know who did this, either.” Bankotsu complained.

“Usually, when a hit that large goes down, we at least get to sell the explosives!” Mukotsu complained, “But, this hit was done completely independent of us. Now, if you don't mind, would you shut off your damn bomb? I have a wedding in two days I cannot miss.”

“What bomb?” Otokonoko asked without turning towards him. “I was just timing how long it would take me to get you seven to talk.” He shrugged as the counter reached zero. The device beeped as it released black smoke. The Shichinintai began to cough. They cursed as they tried to move in on their uninvited guest. The smoke filled the room, and soon they were unable to see anything.

It cleared away a few minutes later. Bankotsu looked around. He wasn't expecting to find Otokonoko there. He cursed. The damn Agency was getting on his nerves.

“Boss?” Jakotsu asked as he contemplated the damage done to his beautiful dinning room.

“They're not worth the aggravation.” The older male roared. “Inform everyone, they are no longer under our protection.”

“Who?” Kyoukotsu asked confused.

“The damn Agency!”

“What about the Higurashis?” Jakotsu asked with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

“I don't fucking care what happens to the lot of them. In fact, Jakotsu, why don't you add them to your toy collection?” Jakotsu beamed at the possibility. “Now, who the fuck blew up that damn park?”

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Madame Centipede waited patiently around the corner of the old Higurashi Shrine. In her possession, she had the first leaf the God's Tree had sprouted since the fire. It had been a fruitful trip. She smiled as she stretched in the back of her black limo. She was waiting for Naraku: Akago Naraku, to be exact. She needed to move quickly; by the looks of the news coverage, discovery was eminent.

She turned the volume up as she saw Kagome reporting in front of the rubble that used to be a park.

“Though the death toll has stopped at ten, the numbered of injured have not. They are being sent to the surrounding hospitals. Volunteers from the Medical University are rushing to Midoriko Elementary School, where those with minor injuries are being sent for treatment. It has been a difficult day, but we are all pulling through with the help of the prayers of those at home and the help of civilians, police, firefighters and paramedics.

“Captain Myoga has informed me that two of the boys found earlier this morning in the park have been identified. Due to trouble contacting the families, the names will not be released as of yet. If you fear that a love one might have been caught up in the blast, you can check on the homepage of the Tokyo Police Department. Every hour, on the hour, an updated list of injured, not deceased, just the injured, is posted. It also contains the hospital contact information where they were sent.”

Madame Centipede could tell that the jewel remained unharmed, but with the tension in the air, she knew there would be trouble. The door opened, and in came a small child.

“Why did you call me so early?”

“So direct? You must get that from Kagura.” The witch smiled with rows of fangs at the look of distaste on the young boys face. “I have a business proposition for you, which your father cannot know about.”

“Oh?”

“I can get you the Shikon no Tama.”

Akago's eyebrows rose in question.

“The thing is…I want you to use it to destroy your father. I want revenge for what he did to my tail.”

“Why should I betray him?” Akago asked dismissively as he stared out the window.

“Because, that will be the only way you can fully claim the wind demon as your mother.” She instigated. This caught the young boy's attention. “All I need from you is a sample of Naraku's miasma, and a little help digging out the jewel. It is well protected at the moment. Can you handle that?” She paused before continuing, “You know he will kill her after he has the jewel. Kagura has crossed him too many times.” Akago smiled as he looked at the screen. Kagome was standing in front of the devastated daycare.

“Captain Myoga has just confirmed that four explosive devices were used to decimate the park. A fifth one was placed just below the daycare, giving the police new suspicions of the assailants true motives.”

He smiled. There was nothing he couldn't handle.

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Kagura groaned in pain. Every cell in her body ached. She felt exhausted. She groaned again. Truthfully, she was tired of sleeping. She tried to stretched, but immediately regretted it. It only made the pain worse. She opened one eye and was greeted by darkness. This time she moaned. Making a tremendous effort, she opened her other eye. There was a digital clock in front of her: four thirty. Was it morning or evening?

Her stomach rumbled. It was then she discovered the smell of cheese and cold cuts. Why would there be cheese and cold cuts in her room? She sat up, ignoring the pain. She was naked. Why was she naked? She looked around the dark room, noticing the forbearing furniture made of ebony. The design and taste were impeccable, but left a feeling of coldness. It looked like a room display in a fancy furniture store: The kind everyone admires, but can never afford to buy. This wasn't her room. This wasn't the guest room. Two days of waking up in strange beds… and she hated it.

Had she gone somewhere last night? Let's see, she had worked a little…gone to bed. She had a nice dream about flying over the ocean naked, which made her thirsty. She also had been hungry. Yes, she remembered. She had gone down to get a midnight snack. She paled as the smell of sex hit her. What had they done?

Kagura rushed out of the bed. She needed a shower. She needed clothes. She needed to get out of that room before he came back. The last thing she wanted was to admit to their indiscretion, and if he brought her to his room, then, he wanted to make a big deal of it. She paused. Actually, he had made a big deal the night before when he refused to let her get some rest. The man was insatiable if not sensational.

No, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he had worn her out. She would grab her clothes, shower, and be ready to pretend nothing happened when he got home from work. Failing to find her clothes, she grabbed his robe. Something was something, and if she was lucky, she wouldn't run into anyone while she did her “walk of shame.”

The lights came on. She stiffened as his scent reached her. She was screwed.

“Did you just wake up?” He asked nonchalantly, which inferred he was truly interested. At this point, there was no use lying, but there was no use giving him any information.

“Is it any of your concern?” She retorted as she turned to face him.

“Why wouldn't it be?” He remained firm, but there seemed to be wariness edged into his features. She had never seen him look so tired.

“I'm none of your concern.” His eyebrows furrowed momentarily. She could sense his anger, which was strange coming from a man that held himself in check so well.

“Yes you are,” he replied calmly, “or, have you forgotten our promise.” He replied as he moved his fingers to trace his mark on her neck. She froze. She was dead; it was only a matter of time.

“I didn't agree to this.”

“Yes you did.” He retorted. “Last night, you agreed to anything and everything I wanted.” She could feel herself tremble. This was bad. “But, now that you've slept in the entire day, perhaps I should remind you why you agreed with me.” She stepped back.

“All day? What time is it?” She demanded.

“It's almost five in the evening.” She could kick herself. This would only serve to inflate his ego. “You should eat first. You will need the energy.”

Her eyes burned with an inner fury. “You're full of yourself.”

Sesshomaru quirked an eyebrow in response.

“Last night was a one time deal…a moment of weakness. It's best forgotten.” She spoke firmly. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. It sent chills down her spine for all the wrong reasons.

“Oh?”

“Yes!” She spoke firmly.

“And, why is that?” He pressed as he took another step towards her. She wanted to step back, but she had to hold her ground.

“First and foremost, my father would not approve.”

“I will take care of that.” He promised stepping forward.

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow in question. “Free me? So that you can have me?” The accusation was clear in her voice. “I refuse to be a slave!” She took a step closer, her eyes glowing.

“You're jumping to conclusions.” He replied dismissively.

“Am I? Why else would you mark me? Do you think I'm stupid? I know what your obsession with me is! You just want to have something to throw in Naraku's face. I will not be your toy!” He growled, tired of the argument. Why was she being unreasonable? It was what she wanted. Wasn't it what she had whimpered between lovemaking the night before? Oh, to be free and love as I wish. Those were her words. He had savored her screams of pleasure as she locked her legs around his waist and buried her nails deep into his back. She had begged him to continue, as she kept praising every Kami in the heaven. Even when he took her in her sleep, she curled onto him and smiled softly. Where was all of this anger coming from? After the hellish day he had, he didn't want to deal with it. All he wanted was to take her to his bed, and have her help him release some of the stress of the day.

“Kagura…” He never finished.

“If this is the price of your help, Sesshomaru, I don't want it.” With those words, she stormed out of his room. He didn't bother to stop her. It wasn't worth the aggravation. She would come to her senses sooner or later. After all, she had gotten a taste for him. It wouldn't be long before she wanted more. He removed his tie, sat on his bed and took a deep breath. The air was saturated with the smell of her, sex, sweat and him. How could he relax when part of his anatomy was strained thinking of her? He was going to spend a long night in the exercise room.

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Kagome walked slowly through the darkening street as she walked through the debris with little effort. The police had set up a control station by the hardware store. It had surprisingly only suffered minimal damages, compared to the other buildings. Though the windows had shattered, and most of the products had fallen out of their shelves, a few of which had fallen as well, the structure remained intact. She found Myoga talking with a few other officers. When she approached, he became quiet. She had gotten the sensation all day that he was mad at her. Why? She didn't understand. She had set aside their personal differences to do her job. At the moment, informing the public and assisting in the rescue efforts was more important than their personal history.

“Ms. Higurashi,” he nodded in recognition, “isn't it a bit early for your next report.”

“I'm going off duty. Someone else from the network is taking over; they are going through sound check now. “Have you seen Inu Yasha?”

“He went back to his bar. He's afraid of looters.” Myoga justified, though Kagome didn't believe him. Looking at the darkening sky, she asked,

“How badly hurt is he?”

Myoga was slightly taken aback by the concern in her voice. She turned towards him slowly, and he suddenly became ashamed of having ever though her capable of blowing up the bar. Her eyes carried a wealth of sadness and worry. She cared for the hanyou. Turning away, he replied in a quiet voice,

“He's seen worse.”

She nodded and headed towards the bar. She would not leave him alone, not in that state.

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Kagura had been angry when she stormed into the guest room. The hot shower hadn't changed that by much, and finding she would have to wear the clothes he had provided, added more wood to the fire. She had almost forgotten to call Naraku. It was when she was looking for something to throw across the room that she saw her phone, and remembered what she was supposed to do.

“Kagura,” his voice was smooth and silky as he answered the call personally, “I was expecting an earlier call.

“They're keeping me sedated during the day.” She blurted out. It was similar to the truth.

“I suspected as much.”

“I found a possible lead for the Shikon no Tama.”

“Yes, I know; I saw.”

“You saw?” She asked as she felt the ever growing seed of fear settle in her stomach.

“You're heart reveals more than you would like. But, the situation has been taken care off.”

“Taken care off?” She asked in confusion. What else had he seen?

“Yes, you might want to turn on the television. Any channel will do.” He finished hanging up. She did as she was told, and saw the destruction that assaulted the park. She dropped the remote as the screen changed to show the daycare center.

“The explosion occurred around five in the morning.” Sesshomaru explained. She jumped at the sound of his voice. How long had he been standing there? He had showered and changed into a pair of sweats pants, though he seemed to have forgotten the shirt. He looked at her pale and confused face without revealing a hint of his emotion. “Five dynamite explosives were used. There were ten deaths; the majority belonged to the local daycare. For some strange reason, the assailants saw the need to place one of the explosives just below the daycare. Normally, this wouldn't have done much damage, but, multiplied by the four other explosions, the house collapsed within itself. Those inside where either killed by the falling debris or smoke inhalation caused by the subsequent fire.” His voice was cold as she placed her hand over her stomach, hoping it would stop turning. “Who would single out a daycare?” He question, and even though she didn't intend to, she answered,

“Akago.”

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“Inu Yasha!” Kagome called as she made her way up the stairs. He hadn't bothered to remove the planks, and since she could still feel the pain in her now bandaged foot, she decided to proceed with caution. “Are you here?”

“Go away!” He called back, “I told you that I wanted to be alone!”

She made it to the door without much incident. Turning the knob, she was happy to find out that he hadn't locked it. He was sitting in the center of the living room watching the sun set.

“I can't leave you alone like this.”

“Why not?” He protested.

“Listen, you self-righteous jerk!” Something inside her snapped. “Do you know how scared I was when I felt the explosion, knowing you were out there? When I saw you lying there on your back, not breathing… Kami, Inu Yasha, I thought I was going to die!” She was screaming, as tears were rushing down her cheeks. All the stress of the day had caught up with her.

He stood up and turned towards her. As the light rushed out of the room, she saw the silver slowly wash out of his hair as his dog ears slowly shrink until they had disappeared into his head. When he opened his eyes, the golden orbs she loved so much were no longer there. He was in pain. He was in a lot of pain. His broken ribs had not completely healed yet, and his body was soar from all of the day's activities. “I love you, and I don't want to lose you.” Kagome spoke again as she walked towards him, wiping away her tears. Placing a hand on his smooth cheek, she kissed his lips lightly. “I don't care what you look like, Inu Yasha. What I love is in here.” She finished placing her index finger over his heart.

“Kagome…” He whispered, returning her kiss. His hand traced her bandaged hand.

“Just a sprain.” She replied, in hopes of making the injury look less serious. Since the explosion had occurred so early in the morning, most of the victims had either been in bed or the shower. Most of the injuries were caused by falling debris or bad falls. The worst were of smoke inhalation caused by minor fires and poor ventilation. In all considerations, they had been lucky. Had the bombs been closer to the main gas line, the whole neighborhood would have collapsed. “Come home with me.” She begged.

“I'm not leaving my bar unprotected.” He argued.

“No one is going to come tonight. The city is shell shocked. The looting will most likely be tomorrow.” She protested. “It's not safe here.”

“I got one of the guys to do a quick inspection; they said the structure was sound.” Inu Yasha protested as his deep violate eyes buried themselves in her heart. “You should go.”

“I'm not going to leave you alone. I almost lost you once today. I won't risk letting you out of my sight.” She protested as she traced his jaw line. Then, with a soft smile, she reached up and kissed him softly. Her lips were sweet and innocent, provoking Inu Yasha to deepen the contact. He needed her like he needed the air around him.

Though the kiss was passionate, it wasn't full of abandoned hunger. Each was savoring the other, as they realized that they had been an inch from never being able to do this again. “I love you.” He whispered into her ear. She looked up and smiled as she pulled him down for another kiss. Their hunger became demanding, as he slipped his hands underneath her shirt. His touch was soft and delicate, giving her chills. She gasped in pleasure as he moved to her neck. His human canines did their best to bite and tease the area. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

They wanted this. They needed it. He pulled her shirt over her head, and let it fall by them. He was pleasantly surprised to find her without a bra. Her nipples hardened in the cool breeze of the night. She was gasping for air as his delicate fingers traced the contours of her breasts, exploring with graceful awe. Her skin was soft and silky beneath his rough fingertips. She moved her hands to remove his shirt. He hissed in pain as he moved his arms. She was looking at him with worried eyes. “You need to take it easy.” She whispered as she threw his shirt next to hers. “Let me.” She whispered as she undid his jeans and pushed them down.

Seeing the discarded blanket from the night before, she took a moment to spread it out and helped him lay back on it. He smiled. She was so tender with him; it almost made him forget he could not be in charge tonight. Almost.

As soon as she had removed his shoes and pants, she moved back to remove the final article. Her movements were slow and tender, almost mystical. Inu Yasha gasped as her soft fingers traced the outline of his manhood. He was so hard, it hurt, but he didn't want to rush it. Tonight wasn't about desire. It was about something else all together. Something he wasn't too familiar with.

Turning towards his pants, she pulled out his wallet, and looked through it until she found what she was looking for. He raised an eyebrow, before she replied, “Better safe than sorry.” He couldn't help but laugh at her, even though he was more curious about how she knew that he always had one of those there. She unrolled the condom before slipping it over him. He helped her adjust it.

She moved over him slowly, mindful of his broken ribs and her sprained wrist. She did her best to balance her weight on her other hand as she kissed each inch of his body, from his forehead to his toes. Inu Yasha, groaned in pain and pleasure. He needed her and soon. She could feel the need coiling up between her legs, but she insisted on savoring the moment. She moved between his legs and kissed and licked the inside of his thighs, enjoying the sounds he was making. She moved up his bikini line, where, without warning, she began to suck. He gasped in complete pleasure. She was going to kill him.

He hadn't noticed when she had moved above him, just the warmth of her body as she slowly enveloped him. She kept here eyes on his and a soft smile on her lips. He was overwhelmed. No one had ever looked at him that way. When he was fully inside her, she closed her eyes and moaned in pure pleasure. She felt complete.

His warm hands moved to her hips, in hopes of helping her balance. Keeping her weight primarily on her good hand, she began to move slowly. He gasped as the friction consumed him. Their movements were slow and delicate at first, but soon their passion flooded their movements. She moved faster as he enjoyed watching her. He was aroused by the loving care she took in pleasing him. He would have to reward her later. Moving one hand away from her hips, he began to caress her breast. The moans of pleasure as she threw her head back told him she enjoyed his hands, and he couldn't wait until he was healthy enough to show her what they could really do.

He captured one breast in his mouth as she sped up. The heat and need from the friction was consuming them. She could feel the love she felt for him pooling between her legs. The dam was beginning to overflow as they moved to the best of their abilities, ignoring the pain of their wounds, to the rhythm of their hearts. Sweat covered their bodies as she began to convulse around him. “Inu Yasha…” she gasped, unable to hold on much longer, “I love you.” The words had barely left her mouth when they came together. It was mind-shattering. Neither had ever felt such pleasure. She collapsed on him, and he ignored the pain as she tried, to the best of her ability to move out of the way. She was exhausted as he hugged her close.

“I love you, too.” He whispered into her hair as she fell asleep. As soon as the sun rose, he would show her what a hanyou could do.