InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Deep In The Darkest Of Nights; The Future Unfolds ❯ Fight Crime; Shoot Back! ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

The two couples stood there, complete shock written in their expressions. The couple who stood before the large oak desk, their navy uniforms a clear indicator of their choice of profession, looked unsure of who the new people were, however there was a distinct feeling of familiarity about them.

“This is Miroku Tsuzitani and Sango Kuwajima,” The young demon introduced, “They are the best officers of the Tokyo police department and the two who will be working with you while you are in Tokyo.”

“But how can they be here?” The miko questioned, still unable to connect the dots.

“It was quite easy actually,” Miroku commented, “We took the squad car here and then…”

“That’s not what she meant,” Sango interrupted, a frustrated sigh escaping her, “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private and discuss this.”

“Good idea,” The hanyou agreed, turning around and making his way out of the office followed by the rest of the group, “Why don’t we head back to your house Kagome.”

“Fine with me,” Kagome replied, a bright smile upon her face as she entered the elevator, “So, you guys want to explain?”

“I think the easiest way to do that would be to start with the fact that we are reincarnations,” Miroku began.

“But how is it you knew us?” Kagome questioned, eyeing the couple curiously, her hazel orbs full of hope.

“A couple of reasons actually,” Sango answered, “We’ve been having strange dreams lately, possibly buried memories of a past life; we can’t be sure.”

“And the fact Sesshomaru told us about you two could be why,” The officer added, his violet gaze turning to the young miko.

The small compartment opened to allow the four to leave, InuYasha showing them the way out.

“Just leave your car here,” The hanyou said, directing the comment towards the two police officers in their company, “I’ll have Shippo or someone else drop it off for you.”

“Thank you,” Sango replied gratefully, “We’ve already totaled five cars…I don’t think the chief would be very happy if we lost another.”

“No,” Miroku agreed with a shake of his head, “I don’t think he would.”

Once again making her way down the familiar streets, for the third time that day in fact; she sighed as they made the last turn of the corner and the shrine stairs came into view.

“Why is it that my life seems to change so drastically on my birthday?” Kagome sighed, her hazel orbs closing for a brief moment, “My birthday of all days.”

“Look at it this way,” InuYasha began, a light smile gracing his lips, “At least you didn’t get captured by a demon this time.”

“No,” She agreed, turning her attention towards the young man, “Just chased one down.”

His lips curled up even more into a smirk; and she was sure had he not had his concealment charm on, a fang would be peeking out of his mouth. An arm snaked around the young woman’s waist as they climbed the mountain of steps, pulling the young miko close to the hanyou’s side.

“It was worth it though, wasn’t it?” He inquired, watching the young woman beside him; a light dusting of pink spreading across her cheeks.

“The gangs all back together again,” Came the light tone of the young man currently resting against the door frame to the side of the house, his amused emerald eyes locking on his student and commander, “I thought you two just wanted to go some where more ‘private’.”

“I can’t believe you Shippo,” Kagome gasped, narrowing her eyes towards the young man, gently pulling herself from the hanyou’s grasp, “And to think you’re my professor; honestly.”

“What?” The kitsune replied with a shrug, attempting to retain a look of innocence, “I just figured since it was your birthday and all InuYasha would give you a surprise.”

“That’s quite enough Shippo,” InuYasha growled in warning.

Holding his hands up in defense he said, “All right, all right.”

“If you two will follow me I’ll show you inside,” Kagome offered, motioning towards the open door the young kitsune was currently leaning against, “I’m sure my mom won’t mind a few extra guests.”

“Thank you Ms. Higurashi,” answered the young officer, bowing slightly as he entered the home.

“Please,” Kagome replied with a shake of her head, “Call me Kagome.”

“Thank you Kagome,” Sango said, following her partner, giving the young woman a small smile.

The group walked into the kitchen, situating themselves at the large wooden table.

“So,” InuYasha began, sitting down at the table between the young miko and his second in command, “How much have you been told?”

“Not much,” Miroku admitted, “We only just received the case file a few moments before you two entered the office so we had virtually no time to review the material.”

“We do know however about this alleged Naraku and his attempts to bring weapons and machinery into the country from outside sources,” Sango added, “And the fact that he seems to have a target in Japan, though the person’s identity is unknown.”

“This should keep us all on the same page,” The hanyou replied, taking off his concealment charm and placing it in the small bag by the table, pulling out the file Shippo had handed to him earlier and tossing it across the table towards the two officers, “All the information I’ve received on him; current information anyway, is all in that file. Target, favorite hideouts; everything.”

At the sound of the demon’s name the young miko’s head snapped up, “You never told me it was Naraku that you were after.”

“At the time,” InuYasha replied, his molten orbs locking with hazel ones, “I wasn’t allowed to. And besides I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Worry me?” She inquired, “Worry me? This is Naraku we’re talking about here! Why wouldn’t I worry.”

“I already told you that he was here didn’t I?” The hanyou tried to reason with the young miko.

“I told you she’d do this,” Shippo whispered, leaning closer towards the hanyou, “You should have kept your mouth shut.”

“You better keep your mouth shut,” InuYasha warned.

Peering over the young man’s shoulder, Kagome read the information they’d been given, her eyes widening as she saw her picture and the information by it.

“You mean it’s me he’s after?” The miko gasped, worried, frightened eyes looking towards the young hanyou.

“Yes,” The hanyou replied, taking a deep breath, “He thinks you still have the Shikon no Tama; what he doesn’t know is that it no longer exists.”

“The Shikon no Tama never did exist,” Miroku argued, “It’s simply a fairy tale told by old shrine keepers and priests.”

“Not true,” Kagome disagreed, ”I spent over three years in search of the thing. I would know it existed because InuYasha and I hunted down the shards of the jewel that I broke.”

The young man turned to his partner, a look of utter disbelief upon his face.

“I think she’s lost it,” He admitted, his voice no more than a whisper.

“Don’t be mean,” Sango hissed, narrowed chestnut eyes glaring towards the young officer, “You never know, I mean how many people actually believe demons still exist.”

“Not many,” Miroku answered.

“I rest my case,” Sango said, closing the argument.

Kagome smiled, having heard the conversation even though the two had tried to keep out of earshot. Sango had always been on her side, and it seems that even though her friend-no sister-didn’t truly know who she was, it was just good to have her back.

“I’ve even got the pictures to prove it,” Kagome added, watching the two beside her with amusement.

“Moving on,” InuYasha stated with a roll of his eyes, “What will our course of action be?”

“We’ll fan out if you think that’d be best,” Miroku offered, his violet orbs locking with the hanyou’s amber ones, “We can get the lieutenant to lend a hand.”

A low growl ripped from InuYasha’s chest, his molten gaze narrowing, “Not if we can help it.”

Shocked eyes looked towards the kitsune questioningly.

“They go way back,” Shippo answered dismissively, “and they don’t get along.”

“That’s an understatement,” Kagome muttered, connecting the dots.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” The hanyou inquired, eyeing the woman curiously.

“Nothing,” the miko replied hesitantly, “Nothing InuYasha.”

“That’s what I thought,” InuYasha scoffed, leaning back in his chair.

“Now,” Ms. Higurashi announced, entering the kitchen, “Who’s ready for dinner?”

“What are we having?” Kagome questioned the older woman, her hazel orbs locking with matching brown.

“Oden,” She answered, crossing the room to lift the lid from atop the large pot, “It is your birthday isn’t it?”

The young woman beamed up at her mother, “Thanks.”

“No problem Kagome,” Her mother replied, pulling bowls from the cabinet and filling them with the meal before setting them in front of her daughter and guests, “Dig in.”

The young man watched as the demon treaded down the path up to the house; the night sky alit with the lights of the city. The demon shrugged his bag off his shoulder as he entered the yard, his crimson gaze locked on the building ahead.

His maroon orbs locked with those of his commanding officer as the man neared the building, “Welcome back.”

The demon ignored the man’s greeting, passing by him with out even a glance.

“That bad huh?” He questioned, following his commanding officer.

“Horrible,” The man answered, “I’m sure you’ve read the papers Yukio.”

“I have,” Yukio replied with a nod, “I also had Intelligence get some information on that new group they’ve been putting together.”

“And what have you found,” The demon inquired, entering a room off to the right of the hall he’d entered, taking a seat at the large desk inside.

“They’ve enlisted the help from officer Tsuzitani and officer Kuwajima,” Yukio answered, “We’re looking into their background at the moment.”

The man’s brow arched, curiosity sparking in his crimson orbs, “Did you say Tsuzitani and Kuwajima?”

“Yes,” the demon said slowly, “Does that mean something to you sir?”

“They’ve got the old gang back together,” He commented, a hint of amusement in his tone, “the slayer, monk and soon the miko I’m sure will be informed.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Yukio questioned, puzzled.

“Nothing we can’t handle,” The man replied, reaching for his top drawer and pulling out the silver pistil he kept inside, “The score is now even.”

“What do you mean?” Yukio asked, the man before him seemingly making no sense.

“They know all about me all ready,” he clarified, “And know I know exactly who we’re up against.”

“Naraku sir,” Came the melodious voice of the young woman as she entered the room, knocking before hand, “I have some information for you.”

“Go on Chiyo,” Naraku said, signaling it was all right for the young woman to continue.

Her pale lavender eyes locked with the demons’ crimson ones, her ebony hair tussled from having to run, “We have just received information that the Kitsune is in fact the miko’s professor. That is probably why we haven’t been able to pin point her location all this time. I was however able to get that she attends Toyo University and I got her class schedule. “

A malevolent smile graced the young demon’s lips, this information could be used to their advantage.

“I have a plan on how we can confront the hanyou effectively,” Naraku informed, leaning back in his large velvet chair, looking fondly at the small fire arm he held in his hand, “We shall abduct the miko as she attempts to leave the school grounds and use her as bait for the hanyou.”

“Won’t we be revealing ourselves though sir?” Yukio questioned, a hand going to scratch his head as he thought over the possibilities and options; his short fiery hair being pushed to one side.

“Not if we change our concealment charms,” The demon answered, turning his attention towards the two before him, “I shall take the woman as she leaves, it’ll be up to you two to keep the police busy.”

“Understood,” The two replied with a nod.

“Good,” Naraku smiled, “Let’s see how this pans out.”

The young miko had to practically drag herself up the stairs and to her bedroom, the prier events having totally exhausted her. Twisting the knob on her door she pushed the wooden barrier open, her feet dragging as she padded across the carpet and flopped down upon the comforter of her bed.

Soft amber eyes watched as the woman entered her room, going strait for her large bed. Entering after her, he closed the door and neared the bed, sitting down on the edge.

“You okay?” the young man questioned, looking down towards the young miko with her face buried in the pillow.

“Yes,” She answered, the fabric and feathers muffling her voice a bit, “Just tired.”

“I would imagine you would be,” he agreed, his voice becoming serious, “But I need to talk to you about something Kagome.”

“What’s the matter InuYasha?” the miko inquired, rising from her position to sit next to him, worried hazel orbs locked with serious amber.

“I need to know,” InuYasha began, taking in a deep breath, “If you’re sure you trust me.”

Kagome’s eyes widened, What was he getting at?

“Why wouldn’t I?” She questioned, eyeing the man curiously, “What’s this about?”

“I fear there will be times in the near future that I will have to leave you behind or do something you just really don’t like,” The hanyou explained, “like if things get too dangerous you are to return to the base and stay with Sesshomaru.”

“Why?” She asked, watching the man beside her.

“This isn’t like the feudal era Kagome,” the hanyou stated, “We can’t just shoot him with arrows and slash at him; there is technology available to us. He won’t fight us the way he use to and I’m the only one use to it.”

“I just don’t see why there should be anything to worry about,” Kagome admitted, “I mean I grew up in this era, I know how it works.”

“Have you ever been shot Kagome?” the man asked seriously, his amber eyes darkened.

“No,” She answered, “Have you?”

“More times than I can count,” InuYasha replied with a sigh, “The point I’m trying to get at here is that I want you to stay safe. And if you’re with Shippo and Sesshomaru I know you are.”

“What about me?” Kagome questioned, placing a gentle hand on the hanyou’s shoulder, “What about me knowing that you’re safe.”

“I can take care of my self,” InuYasha stated.

“As can I,” The miko added, “But that still doesn’t mean something will go wrong. The last time we fought him we did it together; we’ll do it the same way this time.”

“Will you just listen to me for once and do what I say?” The hanyou growled, “I’m trying to keep you safe!”

“I did listen to you once InuYasha,” Kagome replied heatedly, “And what happened? We got separated for four years! Do you have any idea how that felt to have lost you for so long? How much that hurt?”

“You only had four years Kagome,” InuYasha argued, pain and sorrow lacing his tone, “I had to live with out you for over 500, do you have any idea how much that hurt?”

Regret filled her tired hazel pools as she with drew her hand from the man’s shoulder and placed it in her lap, her gaze finding the carpet as tears began to well in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” The miko whispered, her voice shaky, “I didn’t know…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

The hanyou sighed, his amber orbs falling shut as he leaned closer towards the young maiden, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her towards him.

“It’s not your fault Kagome, and I understand how you felt,” InuYasha said softly, his nose nuzzling in her hair gently, “I promise nothing like that will happen again. It’s taken me 500 years to catch up with you again and I’ve had a lot of time to think. I guess, no matter what I say you’d find a way to follow me, huh? You always did.”

The young woman nodded, small streams of tears falling from her eyes onto the fabric of the man’s shirt. Feeling the dampness starting to form he pulled away, and moved to lean against the wall further back on the bed. Once he’d gotten comfortable he pulled the young maiden into his lap, allowing her to cry into his chest; relieving all the stress she’d bottled up inside.

“I’m sorry this all had to happen so fast,” The hanyou apologized, tightening his grip on the distraught young woman.

“I’m not,” Kagome admitted, tucking her head under the man’s chin as she curled up against his chest in his warm and comforting embrace, “I’m glad you all are back, I’ve missed you so much. I don’t know what I would have done if I never found you all again.”

“We would have found you again,” InuYasha said gently.

Kagome nodded once more, fatigue catching up with the young woman. Closing her eyes she allowed the rhythmic beats of the hanyou’s heart to lull her to sleep.

InuYasha heard the deep breaths of the woman gently tucked in his arms. A smile crossed his face as he tightened his hold on her even more as she slept. He’d be there to watch over her; he’d be there to protect her. He’d be there to care for her and there to love her. But most importantly he’d be there; for her and only her.

“Good night Koishi,” InuYasha whispered, burying his nose deeper into the young miko’s hair; inhaling her sweet sent as he fell to sleep; the love of his life nestled in his arms safely.
The rest of the weekend had been for the most part fairly uneventful. Souta had had some ‘bonding’ time with the hanyou and had gotten a great deal of help from the kitsune with his math homework. Why the kitsune decided to go into the profession of being a history teacher, she would never know.

The young miko sat in her regular seat, watching as the hands of the clock cycled through, only a minute left of class before the end of the day.

“I want your current event papers on my desk before you all leave,” Mr. Gonzo shouted over the bell and bustling of students.

Saying his goodbyes he watched as the students slowly trickled out of the class room, placing their papers upon his desk; the miko being the last to leave.

“I’m glad you had time to do it,” the man said, smiling gently toward the young woman.

“Don’t I always do my work?” Kagome questioned, walking from her seat and towards the desk, “So is it Mr. Gonzo, or Shippo after school?”

“Mr. Gonzo,” Shippo decided, packing up the papers and setting them into his briefcase, “At least until we leave the building.”

Kagome nodded, turning to head out of the room.

“Do you want me to give you a lift to the shrine?” The kitsune offered, his jade orbs watching the woman leave.

“I think that would be a bit strange to have my professor drive me home,” The miko replied, giving him a warm smile in return, “But thanks for the offer.”

The demon nodded, following the young miko as she left, “So I’ll see you at the shrine later then?”

Kagome nodded, “Are you going to the base before you come by?”

“Yes,” Shippo answered, “I have to pick up our things and see if Sesshomaru’s heard anything new.”

“All right then,” the miko smiled, “If you run into InuYasha, tell him I headed home.”

“Will do,” The kitsune replied, “I’ll send him your way.”

With that the two went their separate ways, the young kitsune climbing into his car and heading down the street towards the base, the young miko walking towards her home.

Rounding the corner; only a few blocks form the shrine grounds; she began to feel a chill run up her spine. It felt to her as if she was being watched, but by who? The streets were completely empty, it being too early for the evening commuters and too late for the main shoppers who normally did their grocery shopping.

A soft click and the pressure of a cylindrical object near her head caused her to stop; her eyes going wide.

“Long time no see,” the cold voice spoke from behind the young woman.

She went to scream for help, scream for the hanyou to save her but the man pressed the metal object harder against her.

“Don’t call for the hanyou,” the man ordered, scanning the surrounding area for the said companion, “He can’t help you. If you just do as I say everything will work out just fine.”

“What do you want with me Naraku,” The miko questioned, her voice trembling slightly.

“You, of course,” Naraku answered, closing the space between the two, “What did you think I wanted?”

In an attempt to protect herself the young miko summoned a barrier, though she knew if he pulled the trigger it would do no good to stop the bullet.

Pain shot through the demon’s body as he unknowingly ran into the purifying barrier, his flesh singed.

“Why you…” Naraku hissed, raising his gun towards the young miko, the woman having turned around to view her attacker.

Wide, fear filled hazel orbs stared into malevolent narrowed crimson. Her gaze darted around her, trying to find anyone who could help her.

“You will pay for that,” the demon stated, applying pressure to the weapon in his hand.

Everything moved in slow motion for the young maiden, her eyes transfixed upon man before her. Her gaze wasn’t locked on the man who’d threatened her however, but upon the molten amber eyes behind him; the black weapon aimed at her assailant’s back, his eyes filled with determination.

The sound of gun fire echoed through out the city as a blood chilling scream ripped from the victim’s throat, soon after silence settled upon the city once more.

Naraku’s made his first move: attempted attack on Kagome and abduction. What will InuYasha do to help Kagome? Will she survive her encounter with Naraku? And what happens when Sango and Miroku have glimpses into their past? Will bonds become stronger as Naraku grows more powerful? Will the demon use the hanyou’s feelings towards the reincarnated miko against him? Too many questions that you’ll have to wait to find out the answers to! Find out next time.