InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Heaven ❯ Angel ( Chapter 1 )

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Dark Heaven

Chapter 1

Angel

Present Day

15 Years Later

Black boots slapped down on the pavement, carrying the wearer down the darkened streets of Haven. She turned and ducked down an alley, stopping to catch her breath. She peeked out onto the street and noticed it empty. She let out a sigh of relief. Then a hand clamp down around her mouth. Her eyes widened as she was pulled deeper into the alley.

“Hey there sweet thing,” The man behind her chuckled. “Don't you be runnin' away. I just wanna have fun.” The man sneered and ran his tongue along her cheek. “Don't worry, I won't hurt you.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” The man spun around and produced a switchblade, holding it up to the woman's throat. At the other end of the alley stood a dark figure. In the cool night breeze, the figure's long, midnight hair blew to the side. They wore a form-fitting black top with a pair of black jeans. Not exactly the most threatening attire in fashion.

“You wanna join the party?” The man sneered. The woman in his arms whimpered.

“Let her go before you get hurt,” The figure ordered. The man snickered at the sound of the voice: female. Two ladies in one night. Score.

“And who's gonna hurt me? You?” The man laughed. He got out a few good chuckles before the woman across the alley narrowed her black-blue eyes.

FWOOP

The man gasped as a pair of gigantic wings spread from behind the woman. Though the alley was large enough for cars, even these wings could not stretch out properly in the room provided, and curved up into the air. The man stumbled back, releasing the woman in his grasp, who ran for cover.

“What…what the hell are you?” the man whispered.

“You just answered your own question,” The winged woman replied. Suddenly, she dove forward with a small flap, zooming down the alley. The man gasped and dove to the ground as the woman soared passed him. He fumbled in his pocket producing a handgun, and stood up, shakily aiming the gun. He panted and looked around the darkness of the alley.

Every shadow was a demon, waiting to leap. Every dark form was a threat to be dealt with. The man's eyes darted back and forth. Movement! No, his imagination. He swallowed heavily and looked behind him. A flash, and he spun forward again. A whoosh of air behind him, a cold wind on his neck, and he screamed. Spinning around, he fired again and again, until the alley was echoing with the empty click of a spent clip.

He cursed and reached for his pocket, his fingers wrapping around another clip, when he felt a hand grab his collar. He cried out as he was flung back over the woman's head, his gun clanging on the pavement below. He hit hard ground and tasted blood, spitting a bloody glob onto the pavement. Suddenly, he was spun around on his back and hauled up to eye level with the winged demon.

“P p please, don't, don't kill me,” He pleaded. The demon narrowed her eyes.

“Alright,” She replied. She dropped him to his stomach, and grabbed him by the shoulders. He screamed in horror as the demon flapped again and soared out of the alley into the air. He looked down in terror as the city streets grew smaller, until the demon was carrying him above the rooftops. The demon flew several blocks before spying the building she wanted.

“This is your stop,” She growled. She screeched to a halt and flung the man forward. He screamed as he headed towards the building before him.

- - - - - - - - - -

Inside the offices of the Haven PD, the chief of police was on the phone.

“I know crime has been on the rise,” Myoga Nomi sighed, signing a waver on his desk. “Look, we need more funding, but it's all been allocated,” He explained, tapping his pen on the edge of the desk, frowning. “It's not like my officers waste time, they work hard,.” He said, crossing the room to get a new pen from atop the filing cabinets. “Well I'm sorry, but we're doing all we can. It's not like the criminals just crash through my window on a nightly basis!”

CRASH

Myoga yelped and jumped to stare as a man in a black jacket and dirty trackpants slammed through his window and landed on the carpet. He stared in shock as the man groaned, weakly moving his arm. Two officers barged through the door of Myoga's office, guns at the ready.

“Holy shit,” One of them muttered, lowering his weapon.

“Hold on, I know this guy,” Another said, turning the man over.

Well well, Musou Gumo, wanted on four charges of rape.” The officer patted Musou on the cheek. “Well pal, hope you had a good meal, because the food from here on out sucks.” Musou moaned in response.

“C'mon, let's get him outta here,” The first man said, hauling Musou to his feet. The two escorted Musou away, his feet dragging. Myoga watched them go, his eyes narrow. He calmly walked to his shattered window and looked up.

Across the street, kneeling on the top of the building there, was the dark woman, wings outstretched, blue-black eyes glowing in the moonlight. Myoga nodded.

“Angel,” He muttered. “Figures.” Angel stared at Myoga for a moment before rising to her full height and diving into the street, swooping up a moment later into the sky.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Page 1 is booked for the last Angel sighting,” Sango Taijiya said, typing on her computer on the third floor of the Haven Cryer, the local newspaper. Her superior was complaining to her about the page set-up, again.

“I don't want that freaky bitch on my paper!” the editor snapped on the other end. “There's gotta be something else you can put on the front page.”

“There is, but Angel draws buyers, like it or not. She's a story, people wanna read about her,” Sango explained. The door to her office opened, and Sango looked up. “Gotta go,” She said, hanging up. “Kagome, it's about time you showed up.” Kagome Kirei groaned in response and grabbed the pot of coffee Sango had on the counter of her office.

“Please don't start, I didn't get much sleep last night,” Kagome grunted, pouring herself some coffee. “So what's on the agenda today?” The response was a photograph pushed in front of her face as she lifted her coffee to her lips. Kagome rolled her eyes and plucked the picture from Sango's hands. It showed a dark figure with wings flying across a starry sky.

“Another one?” Kagome asked curiously. “That's what, the third?”

“The fourth sighting, and still no clue as to what or who she is,” Sango corrected. “I've had Shippo all over the city on all-night stakeouts, living on black coffee and doughnuts. He can't get a good shot. She comes and goes from nowhere.”

“Maybe she really is an angel,” Kagome joked, tossing the picture on her own desk and sitting down.

“She's probably just a Renegade,” Sango said with a shrug. “Or maybe a refugee. Who knows? What matters is that the longer it takes us to find out, the more we can milk the mystery.”

“So what's the story this time?” Kagome asked, turning on her computer.

“Same old same old. Police and Council have no comment, rumors on the Elite Guard, eye-witness reports, blah blah,” Sango replied. “Hey, I need you to come with me tonight.” Kagome looked up.

“What for?” She asked.

“The Council is holding a press release on Angel, I need someone to write down notes,” Sango explained.

“So they admit she exists? About time,” Kagome muttered.

“Well they can't deny it forever. Someone or something is out there, flying around the city, and they'd be outright idiots not to say something. Stop the rumors and such. So you in?” Kagome blinked.

“Where is the meeting?”

“At the Council Towers, tonight at 8,” Sango replied. Kagome's eyes widened.

“Kagome?” Kagome did a double take to see Sango leaning over her shoulder. “You okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, just…I don't like that place,” She said. “I dunno…I don't like it is all.”

“Well hey, time to conquer the fear then,” Sango encouraged. “Come on, Shippo is out on the Angel stakeouts, and there's no one else who's willing to come.” Kagome sighed.

“Okay…I guess I can come.” Sango smiled.

“Great, I'll meet you at the entrance at 7,” She said. Kagome nodded and laid her head down on her desk, trying to ignore the dark thoughts caused by the mention of the Council Towers.

“Great.”

Chappie dedication to the reviewer who can tell me what Kagome's last name `Kirei' means.