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Dark Heaven

 

Chapter 5

 

Hunt the Night

 

Kagome flapped harder and soared higher into the air. She didn't want to get too close. Even with her face more or less covered, she didn't want to take the chance that someone might recognize her. That was the main reasons she took all these precautions, to hide her wings from the outside world. When she was a kid, people were always afraid of her. She always asked people for help, but they just ran. No one wanted a winged orphan.

 

She had learned after several months that people would never accept her as she was. She had taken every precaution to keep them hidden under her clothes (which wasn't easy, as they were found in a dumpster, and were tattered and worn). She still had to steal to get by, but at least she was only chased for being a thief. Eventually she had been lucky enough to get a job. It was nothing big, just a newsstand. She lived in the stall, made enough for a few meals a week. The newsstand was how she had met Sango, and worked her way up to layout designer, and was making enough for a crap apartment.

 

Before she had started her life on the streets, Kagome's life was a blur. She had spent countless hours trying to remember any part of her life before age three. But she couldn't. She only knew her age by comparing her physical appearance over the years to those of other people. Beyond her age, her wings and her name, she knew nothing about herself.

 

Her earliest memory was of waking up in an alley during a rainstorm. She had on tattered clothes that she had probably stolen or found. There was a gash on her forehead that was running red down her face from the rainwater, and her head throbbed. Around the alley lay three teenagers, battered and bruised.

 

What had happened in that wet alley, she had never found out. But she had run, and hid. And that was the start of her life as she knew it. No parents, no family, no friends, hell, not even a last name. She had heard someone else call their wife `Kirei', and she had liked the sound of the word. Yup, Kagome Kirei, the girl from nowhere.

 

Kagome snapped out of her thoughts as an alarm sounded a few blocks behind her. She turned and swooped back.

 

“So much for the quick patrol…” She muttered. She pulled her wings in and dove, landing and rolled to a roof. She walked to the edge and looked down. “A museum?” She asked herself, noting four or five men entering the Haven Historical Archives. “Whatever.” She said. She jumped into the air and landed on the ground below. She slipped forward to press herself against the side of the van parked in front of the HHA.

 

“Where's this shit at anyway?” Someone muttered.

 

“The boss wants this stuff,” Another voice answered. There was a rustling of paper, and a low whistle. “Come one, we're supposed to be in and out in fifteen minutes.” Kagome looked around the side of the van to see two figures in black run into the museum. She opened the door of the van and peeked inside. Nothing there yet. She jumped behind of the four statues at the museum entrance. Kagome had briefly visited the museum in the past. The four statues were dedicated to the four human generals in the great war: Arami, Nigimi, Kushimi, and Sakimi. At the junction of the statues were statues for the Heads of Council. So far, only a statue of Midoriko stood there.

 

Kagome stuck to the shadows and slipped up to the museum doors. They had been torn open.

 

“I'm taking this shit for myself!” Someone called.

 

“Ran, don't, it's a museum!” Someone else protested. Kagome heard footsteps approach, and kicked. The museum door snapped closed and slammed one of the intruders in the face, knocking him on his back and sending a small painting in his hands sliding across the floor. Kagome swung through the doors and stared at the stunned intruders in the museum.

 

“It's her!” One of them shouted. Two pulled out guns and opened fire on Kagome. Kagome spread her wings and jumped up. She kicked off the ceiling and went into a nosedive, knocking one of the gunmen off his feet and swiping it from him. Kagome reached the second floor balcony and ducked behind a pillar as two bullets tore past her.

 

“Get da goods outta here!” Someone snapped. Kagome snapped open the barrel of the pistol in her hands, the bullets clanging to the floor. She spun out from behind the balcony and threw. The gun hit the head of a man running to the door, and knocked him forward.

 

“Score stands three zip,” Kagome whispered, ducking back behind her pillar as the last gunman fired again. She waited, and jumped, diving over the ceiling. She dove and slammed into the man, sending him backwards and into a wall.

 

“Dis ain't fun anymore.” Kagome turned as the last man stepped out of a side room. The man sneered at her. For some odd reason, he had green stripes painted on his face.

 

“So you're Angel,” The man snickered.

 

“What of it?” Kagome asked.

 

“Did you think my boys weren't ready?” The man replied. Kagome narrowed her eyes, and froze as she heard a beep. She looked up, and a gigantic net fell from the ceiling. Kagome gasped and spun, the net catching her on her left wing. She reached to get it off, but in doing so, she drew her wings in and tangled both in the net. She groaned as she felt her wings try to spread from within the net, and fail.

 

“Damn,” Kagome hissed. The man slung down a bag over his shoulder and opened it. Kagome turned to face him, and the man pulled out two sets of…something metal. He slipped on over his hand and tightened its strap over his wrist. Kagome gasped as he flexed his hand, four metal claws gleaming over his knuckles. He slipped the second claw over his over hand, and grinned wickedly.

 

“Let's how you fare without those pretty wings,” He sneered. He charged forward and slashed the air. Kagome rolled to the side, and his claws shattered a display case. Kagome climbed to her feet, and looked around. Several feet away, a suit of medieval armor stood. Kagome ran and grabbed a sword from the armor, gasping and diving to the side as the man's claw slashed gouges in the armor.

 

The man turned and sliced, and Kagome swung her sword, knocking his claws away, and in the same spin, delivering a kick to his jaw. The man stumbled back to the ground. He licked a drop of blood from his lip and grinned.

 

“Seems ya ain't all feathers and wings,” The man laughed. He charged forward, and Kagome raised her sword again. The man slashed and deflected the blade, and his other claw came forward. Kagome jumped back, and gasped as she felt air on her lips. Her scarf that had been covering her face sported four small cuts, and hung loosely from her face.

 

The man swung around, and Kagome fought to deflect each blow, being forced back with every near-fatal slash. Her back hit a column, and she rolled to the side, concrete raining down as a sharp stab got the man caught in the column. Kagome jumped to her feet and stretched her wings as much as she could. She reached behind her neck and sliced. The man freed his claw and glared at her, stomping forward and his claw raised. Kagome jumped back, the tattered net hanging from her wings.

 

She landed behind the man, and spun as there was a loud clash behind her. She gasped as the man tumbled to the ground, a steel spear poking through his back. When she had flipped into the air, he had slammed into another suit of ancient armor.

 

“I…killed him,” Kagome whispered. She hadn't killed before. She had usually just knocked them out, or taken them to the cops after roughing them up. But killing…Kagome shuddered. A groan sounded, and Kagome realized two things: one, the thugs were getting up, and two, there were sirens coming close. She flew up and slammed her sword into the skylight, flying through the storm of glass shards to land on the roof. She looked down onto the street as four police cruisers screeched to a stop in front of the museum. She looked back down through the broken skylight, her gaze fixed on the impaled man below.

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

On the third floor of the museum, a man dressed entirely in white looked down at the scene. He sighed and walked deeper into the museum, flipping open his cellphone and dialing. It picked up after the second ring.

 

“What?” the voice snapped.

 

“It's me,” The man in white replied.

 

“Ah, Mukotsu. Good news?” The man other the other end replied.

 

“Not quite. She showed up. Suikotsu is dead,” Mukotsu replied. The man on the other end was silent.

 

“I see…and did you find it?” Mukotsu nodded, reached into his pocket and felt a rolled up parchment.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Good. Then his death means nothing.” And with that, the man hung up.

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

Covered in a dark cloak, a pair of glowing eyes watched from across the street of the museum. Through the two-story window that formed the museum entrance above the doors, every detail of the fight had been observed by his eyes.

 

“So…this is Angel,” The man chuckled, his fangs sliding over his lip. His eyes flashed as they watch Kagome take to the sky. He reached up with his claws and slid his hood down, the air catching his hair and blowing it behind him. The wind brought the scent of the fight to him. Blood, fear, sweat, anger, adrenaline. And an interesting mix of sakura and jasmine. It was much too feminine, it must have been hers. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant scent either.

 

“She's good,” The man admitted. “A pity for her that I'm better.” The man watched her fly away for a moment before sweeping down to the ground, his silver hair trailing behind him.

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

The next morning, Kagome sat up in bed. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep last night. Every time she started to doze, the image of the blood spearhead, poking from the man's back, filled her mind's eye. It almost made her sick. That was her kill she kept visualizing.

 

“To hell with this,” Kagome grumbled, reaching for the telephone. Sick day. Her hand wrapped around the receiver, and it rang. Kagome did a double take, and lifted the receiver to her ear. “Hello?”

 

“Kags, it's Sango,” Sango said excitedly.

 

“Good, look, I…”

 

“We got her!” Sango screamed. Kagome frowned.

 

“What?”

 

“Shippo, last night, he got a shot of her! He's developing it now, we got clear picture of Angel!” Sango explained. Kagome paled.

 

“I'll be there two minutes ago,” She said, hanging up.