InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double O Demon ❯ Fight and Flight Into the Night ( Chapter 2 )

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szmadad: Sess is working for Naraku…which now that I think of it makes no sense but oh well…I'm nixing the whole love triangle thing-I agree, sooooooooo old. So no romantic past for Inu, and no Kikyo 2.0 (I love that, btw!). Kagome is a total reincarnation in this one (I sort of have this theory that she's not a complete resurection in the series-otherwise how could she and Kikyo exist as two separate entities at the same time?). Thank you so much for reviewing!! Hopefully someone else will too this time…

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Double O Demon

Chapter 2: Fight and Flight Into the Night

"Um…Inu-Yasha?" Kagome said timidly as they drove north.

"What?" he snapped.

"Never mind," she said quickly, raising her eyebrows and giving him a Look.

Inu-Yasha growled and then sighed. "Sorry. I'm a little tense. What is it?"

"Well…Where are we going?"

"The Ranch. It's a hideaway up north that Miroku built."

"Built?"

"Amazingly, yes. Hopefully we'll be able to ward it enough that they can't find you."

Kagome sighed. "This is really real. It still seems like it should be a joke…Demons! Who'd have thought?"

Not you, thought Inu-Yasha, and not me. But I should have. I should have seen this coming. Her sudden interest in-

"Demons," she said again, and shivered. "If they're anything like the ones in my book…I'm scared. I always thought it was strange that I didn't like your cousin. Now I know why. Are they all so…unpleasant?"

Inu-Yasha clenched his teeth to keep from loosing his temper. She doesn't know, she doesn't mean it. She doesn't know, she doesn't mean it. She doesn't know, she doesn't mean it… "Most," he said shortly. "I need to concentrate on driving."

"Okay," she said, and said no more.

Inside his head, Inu-Yasha let out an impressive string of curses. …Damn it! I'm supposed to protect this wench and I'm already getting mad. It's not even her fault! I should tell her…But I can't, she'd never trust me. He sighed. This is going to be a hell of a time.

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Sango spun into a fighting stance, pulling a pair of boomerangs from her inner coat pockets as she called, "You ready, monk?"

"I'm not a monk," Miroku gritted, pulling a small rod from his pocket. His opponent grinned until he pressed a button and the rod expanded from six inches to six feet long. The demon leapt at him in a flash of claws. Miroku shifted his weight, took careful aim, and dispensed the demon with a well-placed blow to the neck. "Just because my uncle's a monk doesn't make me one." (A/N haha Miroku's a monkey's uncle…er…his uncle is a monk…oh I give up…)

Sango didn't reply. She had other problems. The twin boomerangs spun from her hands, hitting the demon on either temple before returning to her. Two down, six plus Sesshomaru to go, she thought grimly.

She spun on the balls of her feet, one foot lashing out to meet her new opponent's face. He reeled, but stayed on his feet. She cursed as he unsheathed his claws; they were nearly a foot long. He swung at her but she ducked and ran past him, then leapt onto the top of the nearest bookshelf.

She nearly lost her balance on her kitten-heel sandals. With a growl she kicked them off and concussed her demon with another kick to the back of the head.

Another demon with a long, viciously spiked tail jumped down from the second level to the row of bookshelves. The impact of his landing set the shelves rocking and books raining down on Miroku.

He had fought his way down to her end of the aisle, killing the other two demons on his way. Seeing Sango's plight, he made to jump up to her shelf, but was stopped by Sesshomaru.

"Ready to dance, monk?" he sneered.

"Born," Miroku shot back. He cast a worried glance at Sango, but she had regained her balance and was whistling for Kirara. She seemed to have things under control, so he turned his attention back to Sesshomaru.

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In an apartment a mile away in downtown Madison, a two-tailed yellow kitten pricked her ears. Her mistress was calling. She leapt off the couch and padded to the open window. There was a flash of orange flame and she grew to be larger than a horse. With that same pumpkin-hued gas blazing at her paws Kirara ran off through the sky to Borders.

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Two hours later, in a silver convertible winding its way to a house hidden in the woods of Northern Wisconsin, Kagome shivered. Not wanting to anger the obviously tense Inu-Yasha, she said nothing. She captured her hair into a ponytail over her neck and ears in hopes of keeping them warm, but dressed as she was in a thin, sleeveless sundress, there was little she could do. She shivered again.

This time Inu-Yasha noticed. He growled. Did women ever dress warmly enough?

"Hey. Wench."

"What?" her voice was timid, but wary.

"Can you drive?"

"Of course."

"Take over for a minute," he ordered. Kagome gave him a confused look, but complied, leaning across him to grasp the wheel.

Inu-Yasha undid the top button of his jacket and unzipped it. He shrugged out of it and ran a hand over the pockets, checking for anything he might have left there and forgotten. When he found nothing he deposited the jacket on

Kagome's shoulders and took the wheel again. As a hanyou, he didn't need the jacket to keep warm in the chilly spring night, but she did.

Kagome gave him a smile of thinks and slipped her arms into the sleeves. She curled her body up inside the jacket, and, laying her head on Inu-Yasha's shoulder, she went to sleep.

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Sango's eyes narrowed as she sized up her opponent. This was going to be tricky. By now they had both regained their respective balances, so he could attack her with his tail and stay just far enough away to avoid kicks and punches, but just close enough to make her boomerangs ineffective.

He jabbed at her with his tail and she darted past him. He overbalanced enough that, with the help of her foot in his back, he fell of the bookcase between Miroku and Sesshomaru.

The demon didn't stay disoriented for long, slashing at Miroku almost before he hit the ground. With a reptilian snarl he leapt at Miroku, who was hard pressed to keep him off. Finally, after sustaining a shallow gash along his cheekbone and two leg wounds, the "monk" finished him off.

Miroku turned to look for Sesshomaru-only to find Sango spinning off the bookcase and into him.

While Miroku was fighting the tailed demon Sesshomaru had jumped up to take his place fighting Sango. She lunged at him but he dodged, leaping over the aisle to face her atop another row of bookshelves.

Her boomerangs would be of no use. With a frown she jammed them into her pockets, with the ends sticking out like guns in a cowboy's holster.

She yanked a smaller boomerang from a different pocket and threw it at him. It was different, heavier-made of metal with sharp edges, it was designed to hurt. But it was also very difficult to throw.

Sango grimaced as it flew past Sesshomaru. True, it sliced his shoulder as it went, but the wound was shallow and already beginning to heal. On top of that, it had been a bad throw, and instead of returning to her hand it lost momentum and embedded itself in the floor.

Which left her with nothing but two useless boomerangs and her wits against a demon even Inu-Yasha couldn't beat.

They began to circle each other, leaping back and forth over Miroku's head. Sesshomaru jumped away, hopping across the room. Sango followed. She knew he was toying with her. He led her in a merry dance from shelf to shelf, sending books like oversized raindrops cascading down into the by now vacant aisles.

Twenty-odd jumps later Sango panted, glad Sesshomaru had stopped. Her legs were burning from the leaps she'd made already, and she was sure if he made another jump she wouldn't be able to follow.

Fortunately, he seemed content to stay where he was. He had control of his row of bookshelves, with and empty aisle and then Sango's row, and finally Miroku's aisle in front of him.

Sesshomaru grinned evilly. Raising his arms above his head in a dramatic (and most likely unnecessary) gesture he sent a bolt of power straight at Sango. She tumbled off the bookcase straight into Miroku, who caught her with an arm around her waist and a hand to her rear.

"Hello, Sango," he said, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Need any help?"

Sango found herself going pink and pushed him away slightly harder than she meant to. "Get over yourself, monk."

"I'm not a-Oh, never mind," he said. He glanced at his staff. Small wonder they called him monk-it had been modeled after his uncle's. The rings at the end clinked in his shaking hands.

Sango made to leap to the shelves again, but he caught her wrist and pulled her down. He shook his head and she nodded grimly, understanding. Neither of them had enough energy left to play leapfrog with the demon. But what were they going to do? There was no way they could beat him.

They were saved a potentially fatal battle as the doors opened with a whoosh and Kirara bounded in in lioness form. She hurtled past them. As she passed Sango leapt on her back, pulling Miroku with her. He almost overbalanced but threw an arm around her waist, staying on.

"You can let go now," Sango said once they were safely away. She tried to sound grumpy but failed.

"But I'm so comfortable," he said reasonably. He put his other arm around her so he had her in a back-to-front hug. "We need to talk to K," he added, resting his chin on her shoulder.

She shrugged, trying half-heartedly to remove his chin. It didn't work. Miroku was always like this with her, especially when he was weary. He seemed to need the physical contact, and she was usually willing to give it. His knee was resting by her hip. She rubbed it reassuringly and was startled when her hand came away red.

"You're bleeding."

"Wha…?" he said sleepily. "Oh. Yeah."

Sango patted the pockets of her trench coat with her clean hand. She found a roll of gauze and pulled it out. "Straighten your leg," she commanded.

He did, and she turned to examine his knee. Two long (but thankfully shallow) cuts ran from knee to mid-thigh. Working through the slashes in his jeans Sango erected a makeshift bandage. "It isn't great, but it'll do until we get to Chicago."

"Do you have any Band-Aids?"

"Um…here," she said, fishing a small box out of her pocket.

"Thanks." He unwrapped two Band-Aids and stuck them over the gash on his cheek. He slipped his arms around her waist again and kissed her temple.

"Stop that before I have you arrested," Sango said grumpily.

Miroku laughed and pulled her against him. "Go to sleep."

And she did.

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Close to one o'clock AM, after more than six hours of zigzagging around Wisconsin, Inu-Yasha pulled up in front of a comfortable house in the forest. He turned off the engine and sighed.

Kagome was still asleep on his shoulder and Inu-Yasha didn't want to wake her. So he carefully undid her seatbelt and opened the car door. He gathered her in his arms and carried her into the house. He put her into the bed and went to lock the door.

Inu-Yasha sighed again. He was tired as well, but he couldn't sleep until he'd warded the house, and he couldn't do that without Kagome's help. He'd let her sleep, of course, but how to stay awake…

He fed a little bit of power into the bracelet on his right wrist, unlocking the size spell K had put on the little sword charm. It grew to be the full-sized Tetsusaiga, his father's sword. He fished in the refrigerator for some fruit and set it on the kitchen table. Inu-Yasha was good with a sword, had lots of power-but was somewhat lacking when it came to precision. Now was as good a time as any to practice.

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Miroku slid his arm under Sango's knees and dismounted, carrying her with him. He'd taken a nap on the way to Chicago but woke up as soon as Kirara touched down on Navy Pier. Sango was still asleep.

Kirara poofed back to her kitten form and trotted into the nearest building. Miroku followed, moving considerably slower due to his injured leg and Sango's weight. By the time he reached the building a woman in her late 50s was waiting for him.

"K," he said.

"Monk," she replied. "I don't believe I've ever seen Agent Sango look so innocent."

He smiled fondly, looking down at her sleeping face. "Yeah. We need to talk," he said more seriously.

"Yes. But not now. Ye need your rest. Take her downstairs and get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

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Oh yeah Madison is the capital of Wisconsin and Chicago is a large city in Illinois off of Lake Michigan (that's where Navy Pier is) for those of you who are geographically challenged.