InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of Edo High: A Modern Tale ❯ What Naraku REALLY Trades ( Chapter 51 )

CHAPTER 51: WHAT NARAKU REALLY TRADES

 

“¿Cuánto están allí?” (“How many are there?”)

 

“Doscientos kilos, así como usted preguntó. ¿Lo hace tiene el pago?”(“Two hundred kilos, just as you asked. Do you have the payment”)

 

Naraku grinned and held up a briefcase, steel lined and black leather. He patted the front, and moved the case away as the man reached for it, “no, no mas Carlos, yo veo mi embarque primero, y entonces usted le obtiene su dinero. y, tomo lejos para cada mercancías dañadas.” (“no, not yet Carlos, I see my shipment first, and then you get your money. And, I take off for every damaged merchandise.”)

 

Carlos rose a thick dark brow, and with drew his hand, straightening his jacket. “usted juega un Naraku peligroso del juego, para un negocio peligroso.” (“You play a dangerous game Naraku, for a dangerous business.”)

 

Naraku just chuckled at the man's statement and waved his hand. “¿Entonces por qué usted está aquí?” (“Then why are you here?”)

 

Carlos grinned and rubbed his forefinger and thumb together. “Para el dinero”

 

Nodding at the Spanish man with approval, Naraku clapped him on the shoulder and turned him toward his docks, “venga, muestra mí lo que usted ha obtenido esta vez.” (“Come, show me what you've got this time.”)

 

Unknown to them, several pairs of binoculars followed their path, along with a few sniper rifles. The teams were full-blown SWAT, bulletproof vests, and grenade-donned belts, radios squawking silently a few times. They watched with frozen joints as Naraku and the Spanish dealer walked over to Dock 9, where many more Hispanic and other looking lackies made rounds around a cargo ship. One man took his radio and spoke in hushed tones. “Team 2, move northeast to Point AU. I want men on lookout at new prospect.”

 

Off in the distance, and with some help of demon eyes, Sesshomaru watched as black dots made their way down the other side of the docks, coming in perfect position to watch the trade. He could feel the SWAT captain's disapproving gaze on him. So what if he didn't hide, didn't mean he wasn't going to be seen. He wasn't some human that was idiotic enough to try so hard to hide but be seen anyways. Besides, he wanted to be here for this, he wanted to see Naraku at his worst. The click of metal and crunch of gravel brought his attention to the captain who came to stand next to him.

 

“Now your sure it's a cocaine deal?” the man asked him, and Sesshomaru wanted to roll his eyes.

 

“Knowing Naraku, it could be more. The man is about as vile as they come,” the man nodded at the taiyoukai, and made a motion with his hand. Two of his team members got up and sneaked off to a different position, rifles held at a safe position. Sesshomaru grunted, “why not just take him now? He's exchanging money.”

 

“We can't be certain its illegitimate, he could be making a personal pick up of a shipment. Until we actually see product, we can't move in.” the captain responded and motioned Sesshomaru to follow him. The demon moved silent as wind, following the human until he made him stop behind a cargo crate. From his vintage point, Sesshomaru could make out the rest of the SWAT in perfect position for an ambush. Upon a closer look, he clearly made out men climbing aboard the ship.

 

Around the corner, Naraku and the Spanish man came into view, and Sesshomaru tensed at how close they were. Naraku, the disgusting being, was clad in his formal business attire, looking ready for a meeting with briefcase in hand. Next to him, was Carlos Mandiez, wanted smuggle trader and illegal transporter, and wanted from the US to Tokyo. Or at least, that's who the captain identified him as. It had taken days to get to this point, quite surprisingly fast. But Sesshomaru wasn't the only one with his suspicions at the time. It had been noticed by officials that un-scheduled and abrupt ships had been coming into dock lately, Naraku's docks to be exact. The man owned over half of east Japan's docks, and kept a tight rein on his records. Sesshomaru had been informed that it had taken five court orders for information to be released, and all the details pointed Japan officials in this direction. The last thing they needed was Sesshomaru's suspicions of foul play to activate a plan.

 

And now, here he was, about ready to take Naraku down for good. He knew from the first handshake after his father's business had been turned over to him that Naraku couldn't be trusted, and his instincts never lied. There was an eerie silence around him, only broken by Naraku's idle chat with Carlos.

 

“¿Así que dónde viene de esta vez?” (“So, where does it come from this time?”) Naraku commented, and watched as Carlos waved his hand at the ship. A second later, machinery sounded.

 

Carlos turned and grinned, the sick twisted lips churning something in Sesshomaru's gut. Something was off here. “obtuvo una pareja de América esta vez, pero en su mayor parte el mismo.” (“Got a couple from America this time, but mostly the same.”)

 

Naraku nodded as a crate came into sight over the ship's starboard side, being lifted by a heavy-duty crane anchored on the docks. It groaned and protested against it's aged mechanics, and the crate came slowly down to be placed softly on the dock. Naraku jerked his head to it. “¿Los demonios?” (“Demons?”)

 

Carlos grinned his twisted grin again and examined his nails proudly. “sí.”

 

Sesshomaru had never seen such a cold, twisted, utterly wrong grin in his entire life. And putting it on Naraku's face made it worse. Sesshomaru had a feeling about this deal that was going on, and it wasn't pleasant. Something wasn't right about this. For one, the crate looked a bit big for drugs. 200 kilos, wasn't that much volume, even though it was still a small crate. And for another, it didn't smell right. It should be this wafting smell that entered the nose abruptly, like perfume, or salt water, or…or….oh shit. He couldn't finish the thought as it all came crashing down on him. Is this way he felt so sick? Like he was going to gag if he got any closer? Sesshomaru snarled his lips and tightened his grip on the crate he was hiding behind, the metal twisting noisily as it was crushed beneath his hand.

 

Naraku and the traders whipped their head s around, and the captain cursed violently. “TAKE THEM DOWN!”

 

All at once, black clad figures jumped from nowhere, semi-automatics ready, and the clicks of cocked weapons ringing clear through out the dock. Naraku and Carlos were surrounded before Carlos could open his mouth to order his men. Gunfire went off from the ship, and Sesshomaru assumed some of the crew was putting up a fight. He met Naraku's even level stare and Naraku sneered at him. “You set this up?”

 

If he had been cooler in the head, sesshomaru would have stayed silent, but the man had done a horrible thing, “shut your disgusting mouth Naraku, you're not getting off so easily, and you know it. I know what you're really trading.”

 

Oh it was so satisfying to see Naraku pale like that. Good thing SWAT members were holding him up; otherwise Sesshomaru suspected he would have fainted. The bastard knew he was caught and there was no way out. Sesshomaru tensed his fist as he tried to block the scent. He was slowly approaching the crate, and the SWAT team was eyeing him curiously. The captain set his face grim and stalked up to the demon, meaning to take charge of his own bust once again. Sesshomaru stopped him with a snarl.

 

Snarling in disgust, Sesshomaru covered his nose with a sleeve, wishing on anything for the smell to go away. He grabbed the edge of the crate, and yanked back the steel door with crushing speed, the metal twisting and groaning loudly as it fly away from the spot. Sesshomaru set his teeth.

 

“¡Por favor no nos duela! complace no nos duele!” (“Please don't hurt us! Please don't hurt us!”)

 

Now, Sesshomaru doesn't shock easily, nor does he get surprised often. But this…this just dumbfounded him. His arm covering his nose slowly fell in shock, and wide gold eyes scanned the interior of the crate. The squeaky rasping voice continued to plead in the foreign language, and he just shook his head. He understood, but he needed a minute to respond. Some SWAT members came up behind him and gasped, and one ran to noisily vomit elsewhere. The youkai just gulped back his own.

 

Inside the crate was one of the saddest, disgusting, terrifying sights he's ever seen. About seven girls all sat in the crate, obviously under fed and hydrated, three Hispanic, and three American. Five humans were tied and bound by rope, a few supporting weaker ones as they drooped on each other, and the only aware ones were looking up with pleading eyes. All of them were dirty, and the scent of tears was long faded and renewed over and over again. But its what lay in the back of the crate that repulsed him.

 

In the very back he smelled two demons. And blood. Brave SWAT men ran in and took the human girls one at a time, cutting their bonds and ropes, and the girls weakly started crying in relief, three languages being exchanged between them. But eh passed them and went to the back. His stomach constricted in greasy knots, and he bent to the nearest demon girl. She hung limply from the steel wall, chains wrapping around her torso and arms, the cold metal having cut into her bare arms in many places. He lifted her chin, and shocking electric blue eyes of a neko youkai stared half lidded back at him.

 

“Lila…” she whispered in English softly, and Sesshomaru quickly shifted his language.

 

“It's alright, we're getting you out of here,” he said soothingly, and started working on her chains. She gasped a few breaths.

 

“Lila…sister…she said she was going to escape, get us out…I smelled blood…and now I can't smell her anymore,” her voice thickened with tears, and she fell into Sesshomaru's arms like a doll when the chains were released. Sesshomaru raised his head to the other side of the crate. And looked quickly away, biting his cheeks to suppress the urge to rage. The said girl was there. And she was dead. Her front was covered in her own blood, and her wrists were shredded were flesh met chain. She had tried to gnaw her way free, hoping on her rapid youkai healing to help her. She wasn't fast enough it seemed.

 

Sesshomaru stood and took the neko girl out of the crate, her weak protests for her sister becoming more distressed as she realized they were leaving Lila behind. Sesshomaru shook is head as her bright eyes looked up wide at him. “No, Lila isn't coming. She's never going to.”

 

The neko stared at him shocked, then her face crumpled as it dawned on her. She curled in on her self in his arms, being carried to the SWAT truck, and buried her head in his chest. He didn't stop her from crying.

 

When the hysterical neko had been settled by team members, Sesshomaru pulled out his cell phone. Her raised it to his ear as it dialed, and was greeted by a, “hello, Sanosuke residence. How may I help you?”

 

“Akiko, prepare a guest room, we have a guest coming. And tell Inuyasha to bring over Kagome.”

 

 

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