InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Curse The Night ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
“Dammit, Kagome! I told you I didn’t want a partner!”
Sango had stormed into Kagome’s office, waving a piece of paper, livid about her new orders. Kagome only showed mild interest in the outburst. In the years she had known Sango, Kagome had become used to the woman’s rants. She tuned it all out, continuing her work on the desk in front of her.
When she realized that she was being ignored, Sango stopped and slammed her hands on the desk, causing Kagome to jump.
“Kagome! Do you even hear me?”
Kagome glared at her friend. Most of the time she was willing to indulge Sango’s wishes but Naraku was becoming bolder in his actions. Even if Sango couldn’t see it, he was becoming far too strong for her to face alone. Facing Sango’s glare with one of her own, Kagome quickly laid down the law.
“Look, orders are orders. You are training the new guy and that’s final!”
Defeated, Sango collapsed in the chair in front of Kagome’s desk and hung her head. Her face looked so despondent, Kagome could feel her anger dissipating.
“Sango, it’s not that anyone is questioning you or your skills. He needs street training fast. You are the best in the field so naturally it fell to you.”
Pushing a folder across her desk, Kagome continued.
“Read this. Inuyasha has already been working with him in the dojo.”
Looking up, Sango’s gaze was caught by the soft, compassionate stare of her best friend. Sighing, she took the folder off the desk and began to read.
Sango had stormed into Kagome’s office, waving a piece of paper, livid about her new orders. Kagome only showed mild interest in the outburst. In the years she had known Sango, Kagome had become used to the woman’s rants. She tuned it all out, continuing her work on the desk in front of her.
When she realized that she was being ignored, Sango stopped and slammed her hands on the desk, causing Kagome to jump.
“Kagome! Do you even hear me?”
Kagome glared at her friend. Most of the time she was willing to indulge Sango’s wishes but Naraku was becoming bolder in his actions. Even if Sango couldn’t see it, he was becoming far too strong for her to face alone. Facing Sango’s glare with one of her own, Kagome quickly laid down the law.
“Look, orders are orders. You are training the new guy and that’s final!”
Defeated, Sango collapsed in the chair in front of Kagome’s desk and hung her head. Her face looked so despondent, Kagome could feel her anger dissipating.
“Sango, it’s not that anyone is questioning you or your skills. He needs street training fast. You are the best in the field so naturally it fell to you.”
Pushing a folder across her desk, Kagome continued.
“Read this. Inuyasha has already been working with him in the dojo.”
Looking up, Sango’s gaze was caught by the soft, compassionate stare of her best friend. Sighing, she took the folder off the desk and began to read.
Subject – Miroku Satou
Sex – Male
Age – 26
Review – Strengths - Subject has very strong spiritual powers. He is also physically strong and fast. He can also sense auras and barriers. He is very perceptive to situations and can quickly gauge people.
Sex – Male
Age – 26
Review – Strengths - Subject has very strong spiritual powers. He is also physically strong and fast. He can also sense auras and barriers. He is very perceptive to situations and can quickly gauge people.
Weaknesses – Subject has a strong attraction to the opposite sex. This could prove to be a major distraction in the field.
Sango frowned as she finished reading other issues discussed in the report and recommendations made by Inuyasha. Looking at Kagome, she asked incredulously.
“You want me to train a lecher?”
Kagome barely contained the smile that was threatening to split her face at Sango’s shocked voice.
“Ignoring the fact that he likes the ladies, we need him. His powers are awesome and with a little street training, he would be fierce.”
At the proclamation of Miroku’s fierceness, Sango giggled.
“I don’t think the ladies man would like being referred to as fierce.”
The two girls eyes met and Kagome couldn’t help dissolving into giggles too. The shared laughter helped ease the tension between them and Sango conceded.
“Alright, I’ll train him, but,” She warned threateningly, “if he makes one wrong move, it won’t be the vampires he has to worry about.”
Sango frowned as she finished reading other issues discussed in the report and recommendations made by Inuyasha. Looking at Kagome, she asked incredulously.
“You want me to train a lecher?”
Kagome barely contained the smile that was threatening to split her face at Sango’s shocked voice.
“Ignoring the fact that he likes the ladies, we need him. His powers are awesome and with a little street training, he would be fierce.”
At the proclamation of Miroku’s fierceness, Sango giggled.
“I don’t think the ladies man would like being referred to as fierce.”
The two girls eyes met and Kagome couldn’t help dissolving into giggles too. The shared laughter helped ease the tension between them and Sango conceded.
“Alright, I’ll train him, but,” She warned threateningly, “if he makes one wrong move, it won’t be the vampires he has to worry about.”
ooOOoo
Miroku was nervous about his meeting with Kagome. In the three weeks since he had been released from the hospital, his life had undergone a radical change. When he reported to the address given to him at the hospital, everything in Miroku’s life began to move at the speed of sound. He had spent that time being poked and prodded, undergoing some of the most intense physical work he’d done in his life and pushing his spiritual powers to the max. He had thought about what Kagome said to him during his hospital stay and decided he wasn’t going to wait to become vampire bait. Instead, he decided to go down fighting.
As he sat outside the office, Miroku reflected on his past. He had always been aware of his spiritual powers. Mushin had made sure he was well trained in using them. Kagome was the first person he had met outside the monastery with powers comparable to his own. Since coming to The Agency, he discovered an inner strength he didn’t know he possessed. He was eager to see what was in store for him if he were chosen to work for this secretive place.
The sound of the door opening jarred Miroku from his thoughts. He looked up to see Kagome’s smiling face.
“Come in, Mr. Satou. Your trainer is here.”
Standing, Miroku followed her into the office. Smiling, he thought navy linen looked good on Kagome. He was enjoying the sway of her hips when she suddenly turned. Miroku had the graciousness realize he had been caught and blushed as she frowned slightly at him. Ushering him in front of her, Miroku finally noticed the other occupant in the room. The air left his lungs as he was captivated by her presence. Clad in black slacks and a white blouse, Miroku thought the goddess in front of him was perfect. Even with her brown hair in a ponytail, all he wanted to do was touch the rich cocoa tresses. Kagome’s words barely reached into the fog of his brain as she introduced him.
“Miroku Satou, this is Sango Ito. Ms. Ito is your field trainer. She’s the best at what she does, you would be wise to listen to everything she says when you are out on the streets.”
Putting on his most dazzling smile. Miroku wasn’t the least bit disturbed by Sango’s hard gaze. He bowed to her, continuing to smile at her. After Sango sat down, he took the seat next to her, steeling himself for the interrogation he knew she would bring.
She did not disappoint. Sango grilled him on everything from his fighting style to what he ate for breakfast. After thirty minutes of intense questioning, Miroku was starting to wonder would she ever stop. To his relief, she finally paused and giving him another hard glare, turned to Kagome.
“Have him ready at dusk.” Returning her attention to Miroku, she quickly gave him orders. “Bring whatever weapons you are comfortable using. Tonight’s your trial by fire.”
Standing up, Sango walked to the door, not looking back at the surprised man. Glancing over at Kagome, she just smiled.
“You’ll get used to her. I suggest you be ready and meet in front of this building at dusk. Don’t be late.”
Recognizing he was being dismissed, Miroku nodded and took his leave. He suddenly wasn’t sure if he was ready, but the fire was coming tonight. Never one to back down from a challenge, he was more that ready to show Sango what he could do.
As he sat outside the office, Miroku reflected on his past. He had always been aware of his spiritual powers. Mushin had made sure he was well trained in using them. Kagome was the first person he had met outside the monastery with powers comparable to his own. Since coming to The Agency, he discovered an inner strength he didn’t know he possessed. He was eager to see what was in store for him if he were chosen to work for this secretive place.
The sound of the door opening jarred Miroku from his thoughts. He looked up to see Kagome’s smiling face.
“Come in, Mr. Satou. Your trainer is here.”
Standing, Miroku followed her into the office. Smiling, he thought navy linen looked good on Kagome. He was enjoying the sway of her hips when she suddenly turned. Miroku had the graciousness realize he had been caught and blushed as she frowned slightly at him. Ushering him in front of her, Miroku finally noticed the other occupant in the room. The air left his lungs as he was captivated by her presence. Clad in black slacks and a white blouse, Miroku thought the goddess in front of him was perfect. Even with her brown hair in a ponytail, all he wanted to do was touch the rich cocoa tresses. Kagome’s words barely reached into the fog of his brain as she introduced him.
“Miroku Satou, this is Sango Ito. Ms. Ito is your field trainer. She’s the best at what she does, you would be wise to listen to everything she says when you are out on the streets.”
Putting on his most dazzling smile. Miroku wasn’t the least bit disturbed by Sango’s hard gaze. He bowed to her, continuing to smile at her. After Sango sat down, he took the seat next to her, steeling himself for the interrogation he knew she would bring.
She did not disappoint. Sango grilled him on everything from his fighting style to what he ate for breakfast. After thirty minutes of intense questioning, Miroku was starting to wonder would she ever stop. To his relief, she finally paused and giving him another hard glare, turned to Kagome.
“Have him ready at dusk.” Returning her attention to Miroku, she quickly gave him orders. “Bring whatever weapons you are comfortable using. Tonight’s your trial by fire.”
Standing up, Sango walked to the door, not looking back at the surprised man. Glancing over at Kagome, she just smiled.
“You’ll get used to her. I suggest you be ready and meet in front of this building at dusk. Don’t be late.”
Recognizing he was being dismissed, Miroku nodded and took his leave. He suddenly wasn’t sure if he was ready, but the fire was coming tonight. Never one to back down from a challenge, he was more that ready to show Sango what he could do.
ooOOoo
Dusk found Kagura kneeling before her master. Other order members lined the walls of their hideout. Naraku sat on a throne, looking around the dimly lit room. Remaining silent, she prayed that Naraku would forget her presence before him. He woke in a foul mood and she was not interested in being punished again for her failure. She was loyal to her master but she wasn’t sure how much more abuse she could take at his sadistic hands. Suddenly he stood, stopping directly in front of Kagura. Fear spiked her body as she stared at his boot-clad feet.
“You still haven’t found my monk, Kagura?”
Kagura shuttered at his voice. Naraku’s voice was sensual but she was no longer fooled. She had learned behind his seductive words and deceptive caresses lay the heart of a monster that would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Right now he was after a monk, but not just any monk. Naraku found him roaming the streets of Tokyo. The spiritual aura that came from him was enticing. Naraku wanted to turn him and make use of his spiritual powers. Noticing the monk had an attraction for females, Naraku assigned Kagura to seduce him and turn him. Everything was going as planned until a slayer saw Kagura and rescued the monk. They had scoured the city looking for him but after finding him in the hospital, it was discovered his room had been shielded and no vampire could enter. Naraku only became more incensed after discovering the monk had left the hospital and disappeared.
He began taking his anger out on Kagura. It had been her job to bring him in and she had failed. He wanted to make sure she understood what failure would mean. He wanted all of his order to understand failure would not be tolerated. When Kagura didn’t answer his question, he yanked her head by the hair, forcing her to look at his face.
“Do not make me repeat my question.”
Kagura stared back at him, red eyes blazing, biting back the retort that lingered on her tongue. She knew it would be foolish say anything that would cause Naraku to take her head.
“No, sire. I have not. My spies tell me The Agency has him and he is being trained to be a Slayer.”
Letting go of her hair and walking around Kagura, Naraku pondered this bit of information out loud.
“If he is being trained to be a slayer, that means soon, he’ll be back on the streets.” Pulling Kagura to her feet, he held her by her shoulders, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh.
“If you fail me again, you will die. Do you understand me?”
She wanted to cry out but she refused to show weakness in from of Naraku or the order. She struggled for a moment to maintain control of her voice.
“Yes…yes, sire. I will not fail you again.”
Giving her another squeeze, his fingers nearly breaking her skin, unexpectedly, he let her go. With her support suddenly gone, Kagura found herself on her knees again. Humiliated, she remained in her prone position, angrily wishing she had the strength to take out her master. Meanwhile, Naraku addressed everyone that was standing in the shadows of the room.
“Hear me. I want that monk! I don’t care how many slayers or anyone else you have to kill to get him. He is part of my main objective and I have to have him! Failure will result in your ashes! Get out and bring him to me!”
Naraku turned on his heel and left the room. He was hungry and his dinner was waiting, screaming in the basement.
“You still haven’t found my monk, Kagura?”
Kagura shuttered at his voice. Naraku’s voice was sensual but she was no longer fooled. She had learned behind his seductive words and deceptive caresses lay the heart of a monster that would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Right now he was after a monk, but not just any monk. Naraku found him roaming the streets of Tokyo. The spiritual aura that came from him was enticing. Naraku wanted to turn him and make use of his spiritual powers. Noticing the monk had an attraction for females, Naraku assigned Kagura to seduce him and turn him. Everything was going as planned until a slayer saw Kagura and rescued the monk. They had scoured the city looking for him but after finding him in the hospital, it was discovered his room had been shielded and no vampire could enter. Naraku only became more incensed after discovering the monk had left the hospital and disappeared.
He began taking his anger out on Kagura. It had been her job to bring him in and she had failed. He wanted to make sure she understood what failure would mean. He wanted all of his order to understand failure would not be tolerated. When Kagura didn’t answer his question, he yanked her head by the hair, forcing her to look at his face.
“Do not make me repeat my question.”
Kagura stared back at him, red eyes blazing, biting back the retort that lingered on her tongue. She knew it would be foolish say anything that would cause Naraku to take her head.
“No, sire. I have not. My spies tell me The Agency has him and he is being trained to be a Slayer.”
Letting go of her hair and walking around Kagura, Naraku pondered this bit of information out loud.
“If he is being trained to be a slayer, that means soon, he’ll be back on the streets.” Pulling Kagura to her feet, he held her by her shoulders, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh.
“If you fail me again, you will die. Do you understand me?”
She wanted to cry out but she refused to show weakness in from of Naraku or the order. She struggled for a moment to maintain control of her voice.
“Yes…yes, sire. I will not fail you again.”
Giving her another squeeze, his fingers nearly breaking her skin, unexpectedly, he let her go. With her support suddenly gone, Kagura found herself on her knees again. Humiliated, she remained in her prone position, angrily wishing she had the strength to take out her master. Meanwhile, Naraku addressed everyone that was standing in the shadows of the room.
“Hear me. I want that monk! I don’t care how many slayers or anyone else you have to kill to get him. He is part of my main objective and I have to have him! Failure will result in your ashes! Get out and bring him to me!”
Naraku turned on his heel and left the room. He was hungry and his dinner was waiting, screaming in the basement.