InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hitman ❯ Chapter 4

Author note: Funerals are hard to deal with, I've only been to two but I can still remember them like it was yesterday. I based some of my own experience in this chapter and while it pains me to kill of Ibiki it's important for the plot. That's all I can say. Now let's go on and add to the mystery.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the main characters and I don't make a single cent of my work.

 

Pairing: Sesshoumaru/InuYasha

 

Warning: M/M, F/M, masturbating, incest, blood, murder, languish etc.

 

Read, Enjoy and Review.

 

Hitman

By Monkan

 

Chapter 4

 

A week had passed since Ibiki's death. Everyone was still down about his death. Some taking it better than others but he had been an important part of their family and his presence was dearly missed. Especially by InuYasha. Even after a week he hadn't gone to school or even left the house. Every time he was about to he got an anxiety attack that if he left then he would really be saying good bye.

 

Everyone was worried about the young master, mostly Taisho. He hadn't realized just how much Ibiki had meant to his son. He always knew that InuYasha was a sensitive child, something he got from his mother, but he was really worrying.

 

Taisho walked through the large house in his regular kimono, he always enjoyed them more than pants and shirts and he felt at ease in them. He took a turn before opening a pair of slide doors and stepped outside on the porch that stretched all the way one the outside of their house that faced the garden. He walked down the path, the chilly air giving him goose dump. He then came to the last door that was the Dojo and looked inside.

 

InuYasha swung his wooden sword as if he was striking an invisible attacker. His movement sharp and despite the sweat on his brow he still pushed himself forward. Not really noticing he was being watched.

 

“InuYasha.” Taisho called his son.

 

The teen came to a sudden halt and with laboring breaths he turned his face to his father. “Yes, father?”

 

He took in the flushed face of his son and felt how this made him proud of hos his son had grown up. “The funeral is tomorrow. Will you be OK?”

 

InuYasha nodded, “Yes, father. It will be hard but unless I face it I won't be able to let go.”

 

Taisho looked hard at his child's face and could see the reflection of his long gone wife in him. How much alike they were sometimes. Taisho nodded and walked away silently.

 

InuYasha raised his wooden sword once more and let it fall in a swift movement. His hands halted and his eyes were glued on the sword.

 

“Tomorrow.” he whispered.

 

-o-o-o-o-

 

Taisho opened the door and walked inside where the closest family waited for him.

 

“How serious is it?” he asked in a hard voice.

 

One of them, a man in his late 40 handed Taisho a piece of paper. “Terrible. Another was killed last night.”

 

“We still don't know who the culprit is, just someone that holds a grudge against all Yakuza family is all we can conclude.” A woman in an office suit said. Her hair black pulled to the back of her head. “Someone we can't overlook anymore.”

 

“I know.” Taisho said as he sat down in his private seat. “What do we know?”

 

Another woman with identical features to the previous but dressed in a luxurious dress and her make-up done professionally leaned against the wall. “Based on our sources in the police force we have concluded it to be a man but his face, origin and reason is still unknown. We have looked up all people with reasons to hurt our family from the early century up till now but all come out clean.”

 

“In other words,” The first lady said, “It could be someone we don't know yet, the relative, child or friend to someone that wants revenge.”

 

“Hmm.” Taisho grunted sourly. “Other?”

 

“Nothing. Whoever this is, he knows what he is doing. He leaves no traces or makes mistakes.” A man with brown hair and highlights said, “he must be a professional.”

 

“That is a problem. We have no knowing who will be the next target.” Taisho mussed. “So far, 2 from the family in south, 6 in the north family, 1 in the east family and 8 in the west family have been killed. A total of 17. And we can probably conclude that Ibiki was also killed because of this person.”

 

“We must take up this with the other four family and hunt this person down. He can't be left as it stands or he will hunt us all. We can't let the younger generation suffer from this.” Another man pointed out. “If anything we must make the future a safe place for InuYasha. He's much to gentle to deal with this and I think most of our family wants him to stay the way he is now.”

 

The others nodded in agreement. Taisho closed his amber eyes before he gave everyone a serious look. “I will deal with the other families. Find him.”

 

-o-o-o-o-

 

The next morning InuYasha's clock went of and he jerked awake. The beeping echoed in his ear and without even thinking he shut the clock off. His eyes stared straight ahead and nothing came to his mind.

 

--Flash--

 

Hands grabbed a hold of his shoulders. His neck exposed as lips descended on his naked skin.

 

--Flash--

 

InuYasha lifted his hand to cover his mouth as he blushed.

 

--Flash--

 

Two bodies danced together. Clinging to each other as their legs entangled and sweat dripped from their bodies.

 

--Flash--

 

“Great.” InuYasha mumbled as he felt shame of his dream fill him. Shifting his legs he realized something and took one look under the cover and was extremely thankful that he had woken up by himself, because there were no mistaking the bulge in his sleeping pants.

 

His first thought was to get to the bathroom but when he began to move his erection rubbed against the fabric and sent signals of pleasure up his body, making him gasp in surprise. With pure instinct his hand flew down to it and he had to bit his lip in a failed attempt to keep the moan inside.

 

In his mind he could see Sesshoumaru's face above him, leaning close but not enough to touch him. His imagination leaped when he could see a naked chest and bare arms leading down and he wanted to reach out to touch him, but he found no strength in his arms.

 

The face drew closer and InuYasha really thought this was real but when their lips supposedly touched he felt no pressure, no warmth or whatever you were supposed to feel. Just plain cold air. He wanted to cry but his mind was being clouded by this fantasy created by his body arousal.

 

He saw how the fake man of his heart placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back. Falling by himself back on his bed, InuYasha took deep breaths as he saw the other crawl over him. Even if this was a dream he didn't want to wake up because this was as close as he would probably ever get to the real one.

 

In his mind, Sesshoumaru smiled lovingly down at him and let his hand travel down InuYasha's chest, this time he drew his own hand in it's place and the border between reality and fantasy blurred.

 

Moaning loudly InuYasha let his hand travel down and over his hip before his other gave a squeeze, Sesshoumaru's hands that is.

 

His half opened eyes saw the other man pleasure him with his hands. His short white hair spilled over his face and framed his lust filled eyes. He sat straddled over his thighs and InuYasha had to throw his head back when the pace picked up and he could feel the pressure inside him build up. His mouth fell open in desperate gasp and his back arched, intensifying the pleasure in his lower parts as his hard-on did an unexpected thrust in his hands.

 

He was actually becoming out of breath and he could feel his skin react to every little detail. He could see within his mind how Sesshoumaru stroked him, played with him and gently but firmly guided him. All the while InuYasha thrust his hips against it.

 

When he thought he couldn't take anymore he SAW how Sesshoumaru shifted, leaned his face down AND took him deep within his mouth.

 

InuYasha's eyes flew open and he couldn't suppress the half choked scream as he spilled himself.

 

He slowly came down and gasped for breath, unable to believe what had just happened.

 

“Sesshoumaru.” he whispered, opening his eyes only to see on one. Feeling heartbroken but at the same time happy for the experience he just lived through.

 

A knocking on his door broke the moment. “Son, are you all right?”

 

InuYasha snapped aware and pulled the cover back over him just in time when the door to his room opening. He hide his hands because he didn't want to risk them seeing what he had been up to.

 

“Yeah.... Just a bad dream.” he croaked out.

 

The man nodded. “It's understandable, today will be a long day so take your time. I'll let the boss know.”

 

“Thanks.” InuYasha just wanted him to leave.

 

When the door closed InuYasha was left to bask in the broken afterglow and what he had done.

 

He lifted the cover once more and looked at the mess he had done. Lowering it he looked out the window and then it hit him with full impact.

 

“Oh God.” was all he could whimper while burying his face in his hands.

 

-o-o-o-o-o-

 

The funeral seemed unreal to say at least. This wasn't the first time he had been to the funeral when someone in the family died but it had never been under these circumstances. He couldn't think Ibiki was lying inside the closed coffin. It couldn't be because he had a hard time believing it.

 

Most of the family were there and it was only then that everyone understood just how important Ibiki had been to everyone. The priest conducting the funeral was a close friend to the family and showed great respect. Everyone was dressed black, no one even dared to carry anything colorful. The road up to the cemetery was filled with black cars and drivers stood outside paying their respect while keeping an eye of other arrivals to the cemetery.

 

InuYasha stood there with a bunch of white lilies in his hands. His father stood beside him, strong and keeping the face up where others cried bitter tears of this unneeded death. Much to InuYasha's surprise his eyes were dry. Not one tear had he been shared with the others today. He didn't know why but it made him feel bad that he couldn't cry.

 

When the priest gave the nod that everyone that wanted to step forward and place flowers, things or say something was allowed before they filled the grave.

 

Taisho stepped forward and looked down at the white coffin holding an important member of his family. He hated it. He didn't want to see others die around him but maybe he was cursed to see that for as long as he lived.

 

“Ibiki. The time we had with you was something no one of us can regret. You were someone that lighted up our days and you filled a role among us that few could. It pains me to see you gone before myself. But maybe you were just to good for this world!”

 

As if someone twisted a knife into his heart, InuYasha felt how his whole face twisted as he was washed with such great sadness he thought he was going to drown. His body shock terribly and his grip on the lilies were almost crushing them. His eyes watered and tears feel down his face and his lips trembled. Everything came over him and if it hadn't been for the hands on his back that supported him he would had fallen to the ground.

 

He could remember. He could remember the last time he had been to a funeral. That time it had been the grandfather of the family. Someone that stayed with them in his last years. That time Ibiki had been the one to hold his hand while they paid their respect.

 

He could remember all to well. The warmth and feeling of that hand in his own. He could remember it all. Ibiki's gentle smile, his presence and his life from that time. He remembered it all.

 

“InuYasha.” Taisho said gently while placing a hand on his son's shoulder. Big crying eyes met his and he lead him forward until they stood next to the coffin. InuYasha sniffed and tried to stop the tears but the kept falling no matter what he did so he decided not to hide them. He took a long look at the wood coffin and slowly placed the lilies on top.

 

“Next time we meet...” whispered InuYasha. “You will have to make your special chocolate.”

 

Taisho wrapped his hand around InuYasha's shoulder and lead him back. From there on various others stepped forward and paid their respect and it took a good hour for them all to pass. When the memorial service ended the family walked in groups or in pairs back to the cars. They all talked hushed and with respect for the deceased.

 

Taisho hadn't removed his arms from his son's shoulder and lead him back to the waiting car when they were stopped by those that wanted to thank him for the beautiful service.

 

InuYasha took a look around and was struck with how many times this place had to watch the tears of those left behind by those buried here. Hundreds if not thousands graves and who knew how many were placed in the bigger ones.

 

There were even someone placing flowers on one of the gra-- InuYasha's thoughts stopped dead. His eyes could hardly believe who was kneeling beside one of the graves, cleaning it and taking care of it.

 

With unsure steps he left his father side and walked closer. He didn't say a word even as he stood right behind the other.

 

“I saw you but it wasn't my place to disturb.” Sesshoumaru turned around with a somber look on his face.

 

“I'm sorry for your lost.” he said bowing.

 

InuYasha stood still and just watched the other rose up to his true height. In just that moment he was captured by the other, he couldn't take his eyes of him.

 

“Thank you.” whispered InuYasha.

 

“InuYasha.” called Taisho as he came up beside his son. He gave the other man a long look. “And you are?”

 

Sesshoumaru bowed slightly respectfully to the older man, “My name is Sesshoumaru. I'm a friend of InuYasha.”

 

“Really?” said Taisho surprised. “I've never heard of you.”

 

“I'm not surprised. It's been barely half a year since we met the first time.”

 

“Tell me, what do you do? School or do you work?”

 

“Work. I'm a bartender at the MK bar downtown.”

 

“Where are you from?”

 

“Dad.” InuYasha interfered. “Don't interrogate him.”

 

Taisho smiled apologizing. “Forgive me. It's a bad habit I have.”

 

“No offense taken. My condolence for your lost.”

 

“Thank you.” Taisho accepted the words.

 

Sesshoumaru turned to InuYasha. “You never mentioned your family was so big.”

 

“It's nothing to brag about. Ever family vary, mine just happened to be extremely large.”

 

Taisho gave his son a glance, getting this man didn't know the truth behind their family and InuYasha didn't want him too either.

 

Sesshoumaru turned to the grave stone with a sad look on his face. “This happens to be the only family I have left.”

 

Both InuYasha and Taisho looked chocked at the stone where two names and dates were carved. Both dates ended until three years ago but what Taisho noticed was...

 

“You seem to young to be their child.” Taisho stated thoughtlessly. “They were well into their ninety when they passed away.

 

Sesshoumaru gave him a sad smile. “True. They just took me in for a few years but they raised me like I was their own. I lost my real parents long ago.”

 

“I'm sorry.” Taisho said, feeling sorry for his words.

 

“Don't be.” Sesshoumaru turned back to the stone and whispered. “They were never my parents anyway.”

 

InuYasha felt the tension rise and tried to think of something to break it. He wanted to hear more but knew now wasn't the time for it.

 

“InuYasha. Boss. It's time to go.” called a lady coming closer to them. She wore a black dress that reached her ankles and her hair was pulled to the back of her head.

 

“We are coming.” Taisho said.

 

“Are you working tonight?” asked InuYasha.

 

“Yes, but I have tomorrow off.”

 

“You work all the time.” mock complained InuYasha.

 

“It's all to make a living in this world. Take care, InuYasha.” said Sesshoumaru with a small smile.

 

InuYasha turned and began to walk back and Taisho followed but only for a few steps.

 

“Have we met somewhere?” asked he while narrowing his eyes.

 

“No, I don't think so. You might have met my father sometime. Everyone told me I looked like him.”

 

“That might be so, what's his name?”

 

Sesshoumaru shock his head. “I don't remember. My mother wrote it down in a book she left behind but it burned together with my childhood home.”

 

“It seem that I step on a land mine with every question I ask.”

 

“Don't worry about it. I might not have had the best family but the time I spent with this elder couple were the best of my life.”

 

“Tell me. As a friend of InuYasha. What do you think of him?” his eyes became hard as if daring him to lie.

 

Sesshoumaru looked after the retreating back of the teen before looking up at the sky and back to Taisho's face. “He's sweet. It's easy to talk to him and he's very friendly. He doesn't shy away and he's an amazing person. I haven't met many people like him and for someone like me I'm happy that I did. Although, if you excuse, it's really fun to tease him from time to time.” he ended with a fond smile.

 

Taisho took it all in and felt all his worries calm. He walked over to Sesshoumaru and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Stay friends with him.”

 

He nodded. “I will.”

 

Taisho walked away and jumped into the car where InuYasha was waiting. He knew from the look on his face he wanted to know what he told his friend. Taisho took it with a smile.

 

-o-o-o-o-

 

The sound of the music in the club drowned out behind the locked door. A woman was pushed against the wall and her shirt was long since pushed aside along with her panties. She moaned and whimpered under the ponding her pussy took.

 

“Ah! So good. Don't stop. Don't stop. Please.” she grunted out. Her arms above her head to support her and her breast were pulled free from her top. A hand fondled one and tweaked her nipple. She pushed her hips back to meet each thrust as the pace got frantic.

 

“Ah, please.” she pleaded. One of her hands left the wall and touched her ass as if trying to say something. “Inside...” she said breathless. “So cloooooohse...AH! Please let me feel you inside me. I'm.. taking my pills...ah, I won't.... have a baby sooooooooooh please.... hah, hah, aaaah... moan.... fill me.”

 

Her arms were both grabbed and pushed behind her back so her back arched, her hips closed, her muscles tensed around the man and added hot pleasure inside her. With a shrill scream she came hard and long.

 

The man savored the feeling of her spasming body before pulling his hard length out and letting her go, watching her fall to the floor.

 

She still floated on the aftermath of ecstasy and couldn't find her voice and also she was unaware of the man taking something out from his pocket.

 

She didn't stand a chance when her throat was cut swiftly and she choked on her own blood.

 

Not even taking the time to watch her the man tucked himself inside his pants with a moan and left the bathroom. He locked the door on the outside so no one could enter until she was surely dead. He pushed his way through the sea of people and went unnoticed to the back of the club and shifted his cloths and pushed his brown hair under his cap. He approached one of workers and announced himself as an electric worker, there to look on their temporarily failing security system. He was showed the place and took a good five minutes, pretending to check and look everything over. When the worker asked him to fix it quick and turned around to ask another co-worker something he removed the jammer on the wire behind all the other wires, restoring everything like it should be. Even the camera outside the toilet.

 

The worker got a call from the security room, telling everything seemed to be working again. They thanked him and he left quietly with a few small chit-chat words with one of the guards and disappeared down the alley to his waiting car.

 

TBC...