InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ichi no Tama ❯ Shotgun Wedding ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Me no owney.

 

Kagome had never felt worse in her life.

 

A week after the news of the budget cuts and Kenji's disappearance, two more of the agents under her command were missing. Nazuna Kinjo had been kidnapped from her apartment in Sumida barely a day after Kenji, and the day before Takeshi Matsuo had been snatched right from under her very nose: he had been unlocking his car to go home when someone had attacked him from behind.

 

Now, the remaining members of the team were all under strict watch. Kagome had even ordered guards for Keitaro Sasaki, the other agent Matsuyama had removed from the Ichi no Tama case. As it was, only one full-time member of Kagome's team remained: Sango Narita, a fact for which Kagome was eternally grateful.

 

Kagome and Sango had been friends for six years, ever since they had met in university. They had been assigned as roommates and had immediately gotten close. Now, at the age of 25, Kagome thought of Sango as her sister. They were nearly inseparable.

 

The other person left working on the Ichi no Tama case was Miroku Kobayashi, the intelligence agent. He was another of Kagome's good friends, though she had only known him since she joined the police department two years prior. A charming, handsome man, Miroku had long since fallen heavily for Sango. Kagome loved watching the two of them dance around their feelings for each other; she thought it was quite cute.

 

At the present moment, however, their bickering was getting on her nerves.

 

“Sango! Miroku!” she cried. “Will you please, please, please lay off it for one second?”

 

Miroku grinned sheepishly, snatching his hand away from Sango's back. “Ah, Kagome, it's so very difficult,” he sighed by way of an excuse.

 

A red-faced Sango scoffed. “Difficult?” she cried. “It's your hand, for Christ's sake! Keep it away from my ass!” She turned away from the intelligence agent to look at her friend. “I'm sorry, Kagome,” Sango said sincerely. “I know you're stressed.”

 

Kagome sighed and put a hand to her forehead. “It's ok, Sango,” she breathed. “Just…really, help me out here.”

 

Sango nodded and leaned in towards the computer to look at the photograph displayed on the screen. It was of a nice car, drivers' side door open, in the parking lot of the building they were currently inside. The car belonged to Takeshi Matsuo.

 

Sango frowned. Maybe she was crazy, but she could swear there was something on that door…

 

“Hey, Kagome,” she murmured. “Can you zoom in right here?” Sango pointed to the upper edge of the door, where it would connect with the body of the car if it had been closed.

 

Puzzled, Kagome did as Sango asked, magnifying the spot her friend had indicated.

 

Sango scooted closer to the screen, focusing on a small cluster of white flecks in the car's black paint. “Does that look suspicious to you?” she asked, showing Kagome and Miroku her findings.

 

“Yeah…” Miroku muttered, whipping out his cell phone. “Here, I'm going to call Forensics.” He dialed a number from memory. “Hey, Hara,” he said into the receiver. “I think I got something you need to check out on that car.”

 

As Miroku explained their findings to the lab worker, Kagome pulled up more pictures of the car to examine. Sure enough, the flecks were on the hood and the roof by the passenger seat.

 

Sango stared at the three pictures, now side-by-side on Kagome's monitor. “What do you think they are, Kag?” she asked, glancing at her friend.

 

“I don't know,” Kagome answered slowly. “The patterns are consistent with a hand, don't you think? But what could be on a person's hand to melt away paint?”

 

Sango snapped her fingers. “But we're not talking about people!” she exclaimed. “This is Ichi no Tama, remember? It's almost definitely a youkai, not a human!”

 

Kagome pursed her lips. “Yeah…you're right,” she agreed, still staring at the screen. “Still…”

 

Miroku flipped his phone shut, ending his call. “Hara says she'll fax us what they find as soon as she can. She sees what we're talking about, and she agreed about the hand pattern,” he informed his colleagues. “It'll probably be fifteen or twenty minutes, unless it's something really strange that needs more tests.”

 

Kagome let out a breath of air heavily, slumping back in her chair. “So what now?”

 

Miroku shrugged. “Wait, I guess.”

 

Kagome was getting sick of that advice.

 

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“Inuyasha…”

 

The hanyou smirked against Kikyou's lips. He loved the way she said his name when they were together - it was so full of lust and hate.

 

She pulled away from him and shoved him backwards. Inuyasha didn't try to break his fall; he landed on a leather chair he knew would be behind him. Kikyou quickly sat on his lap, straddling his groin. She grabbed his tie and pulled him to her until their lips met again. Inuyasha thrust his tongue into her mouth violently, and Kikyou moaned as she followed his lead. She pawed at his clothing, making like she would take it off.

 

Suddenly, Kikyou bit down on Inuyasha's tongue. He cried out, jerking his head backward and pushing her off his legs as blood pooled in his mouth.

 

“Fuck, bitch!” he shouted. “What was that for?”

 

Kikyou smiled icily. “For being inadequate,” she replied coolly, walking over to her desk. “I have the particulars on your new partner here. The two of you are meeting at the Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters in fifteen minutes. Her boss…” Kikyou glanced at her notes. “Matsuyama, his name is, will be going over some revised plans regarding your undercover work.”

 

Inuyasha swallowed the blood in his mouth. “Fine. I'll see you when I get back.”

 

Kikyou stared at him emotionlessly. “No you won't,” she replied.

 

“What's that supposed to mean?” Inuyasha snapped.

 

“You'll find out. Go to the meeting.”

 

Inuyasha was about to yell at her again, but Kikyou was already absorbed in documents. With a quiet “keh” of disapproval, Inuyasha snatched the papers from her desk and stormed out of the room.

 

“Stupid bitch…” he muttered darkly.

 

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Kagome rapped her fingers against Matsuyama's desk. She looked at her watch and groaned.

 

“Matsuyama-san, this guy's late. Can't you just start without him and tell me what all this is about?” she pleaded with her boss.

 

The police chief frowned. “I suppose…he is quite late…”

 

Kagome sighed. “Just tell me what's going on and then we can go over it again when the guy gets here. I don't even care; I just want to know.”

 

Matsuyama chuckled and nodded. “Fine, fine. We can go over it.”

 

Kagome nodded her thanks and sat back in her chair to listen.

 

“Well, first of all, I'm sure you remember our plan for recovering the Yoshida and Suzuki hostages?” he asked. When Kagome hummed her affirmative, Matsuyama continued. “Well, YTF agreed to the partnership, and they've debriefed their chosen agent, a guy named Inuyasha, on the situation. However, his boss asked that he be paired with an agent from our end who can feed him intelligence while he's undercover. I had originally chosen you for the job, since you know this case inside and out.”

 

Kagome nodded once more. This all made sense.

 

“Now, since the recent kidnappings of your team members, I've been talking to a higher-up over at YTF, and she and I agreed that you (and the rest of your team) won't be useful from the outside. Worse, you'll be in danger, which puts her agent Inuyasha in danger.” Matsuyama stood up and started pacing. “So, with you and Sango basically useless to our plan, I came up with something better. Something to keep you two safe while still allowing you to continue work on the case.”

 

“What is it?” Kagome asked impatiently.

 

“I'm making you undercover agents,” Matsuyama replied, “along with the YTF members that are responsible for their end of the case. That way, you're both protected by youkai and you can continue to be intelligence agents. The only difference is you'll be passing inside information back to us.” The big man smiled down at Kagome. “Can you do it?”

 

Kagome beamed. “Of course!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. “It sounds like a great plan.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she took a moment to think. “I just have one question,” Kagome said after a moment.

 

“Shoot,” Matsuyama invited.

 

“What's the plan regarding my identity?”

 

Matsuyama smiled. “I don't have the specifics,” he began as he took his seat again, “but I know the plan is for you and this Inuyasha to pretend to be newlyweds from up north. The details…well, Inuyasha is supposed to bring all the identity papers with him. YTF is much better at that sort of thing than we are; their whole agency is undercover.”

 

Kagome laughed.

 

“But as that's as far as I know. The rest we'll have to find out when Inuya- ”

 

Matsuyama was cut off by his secretary, who opened the door and stuck her head in.

 

“An Inuyasha here to see you, sir?” she announced inquiringly.

 

“Yes, yes, let him in, Ayaka,” Matsuyama told her, waving a hand. Kagome heard Ayaka speaking quietly to someone outside, and then footsteps.

 

“Ah, Himezu! Glad you could make it,” Matsuyama said heartily. “Come meet your new partner, Kagome Higurashi.”

 

Kagome stood and turned, but the moment she saw who it was at the door, she wished she hadn't.

 

“You!” the hanyou shouted.

 

Inuyasha was the man from the coffee shop.

 

“Oh fuck,” Kagome whispered, looking at who she now knew to be Inuyasha.

 

“Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!” he cried, throwing his hands up in the air.

 

Matsuyama looked puzzled. “You two…know each other?” he asked, thoroughly confused.

 

Kagome sighed. “Sort of,” she replied quietly. “We…ah…met in Tajio's downstairs a while ago.”

 

“Met?” Inuyasha roared. “You fuckin' cut me in line! And you stared at me!”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Oh, please,” she spat. “I was perfectly civil until you started screaming at me for no reason!”

 

“Now, now, I'm sure it was all a misunderstanding,” Matsuyama intervened hastily. He had never seen Kagome so worked up; she was usually very kind and friendly, and while she did have a temper, it never manifested in such an explosive fashion. He looked at the two agents with dismay. “Regardless of the past, you two are partnered, and that's that.”

 

Both hanyou and woman jerked their heads up to look at Matsuyama in horror.

 

“Are you serious?” Kagome hissed. “I have to pretend to be married to…to that?” she sputtered, pointing to Inuyasha.

 

“Aw hell no,” Inuyasha declared, looking thoroughly disgusted. “As much as I hate to agree with this bitch, she's hit the head on the nail: no fuckin' way.”

 

“Surely I can switch with Sango?” Kagome implored desperately.

 

Matsuyama scowled. “No! No, Sango's already set up with her partner, and they have already started setting up in their new home. It's not possible, so you two had better suck it up and find a way to work together,” he informed them firmly. “And that's an order, Higurashi.”

 

Kagome crossed her arms and slumped back into her chair.

 

“Great,” she muttered. “Just perfect.”

 

“Keh,” Inuyasha uttered disdainfully.

 

“Good,” Matsuyama said curtly. “Now, Himezu, Higurashi, you two go over your identity information. It should all be in that packet you've got, Inuyasha. I am going back to work. You two go play nice.” He dismissed them with a pointed look at the door.

 

Inuyasha growled and grabbed Kagome by the wrist. “C'mon, let's go,” he mumbled, pulling her along. Kagome ripped her arm away from her new…ugh…partner, glaring at him, but followed him out of the office.

 

“Where's your desk, wench?” Inuyasha asked as they reached the maze of cubicles.

 

“Over here,” Kagome replied, leading him to her area. “And my name is not wench or bitch or girl. It's Kagome. Ka-Go-Me.”

 

“Keh, whatever.”

 

Flustered, Kagome tossed her head and entered her cubicle. “Let's see those papers,” she commanded.

 

“Here.” Inuyasha tossed the packet onto Kagome's desk. She picked them up without a word and read through the items silently.

 

“You're Hanako and I'm still Inuyasha. Our last name's Kimura. We're from Aomori prefecture, and we left to escape religious persecution,” Inuyasha drawled. “There, I just saved you four hours of your life.”

 

Kagome frowned. “How come you get to keep your name and I have to be stupid Hanako?” she demanded darkly.

 

“Because Ichi no Tama knows your name already, stupid, and if we're gonna get inside the cult, your name will give us away,” Inuyasha retorted. “I, on the other hand, am a ghost to them. I have no identity. According to their records, I don't exist.” He smiled at her cruelly. “That, Hanako, is why I get to keep my name.”

 

Kagome dropped the papers and put her face in her hands. This is too much…she thought despairingly.

 

“Oi, wench,” Inuyasha called, looking down at Kagome. He was a little nervous; bitch looked like she might have a nervous breakdown. “You ok?”

 

Kagome took a deep breath, then looked up. “Yeah, I guess so,” she replied, her voice hollow. “I just…I need some time to think about all this, ok?”

 

Inuyasha shrugged. “Fine. Look, I'm gonna leave you my cell number, and you give me yours. I'm supposed to go apartment searching with you soon, like tomorrow,” he said as he scribbled down his phone number on a sheet of paper. “YTF has some picked out for us. We have to look like a happy couple, ok? So why don't you go home and chill out, and then I'll call you tonight.”

 

Kagome nodded dumbly and took the paper Inuyasha offered. She tore it in half and wrote her number on the unused part.

 

“Good. I'll talk to you later,” he told her dismissively, then left the cubicle.

 

Kagome didn't know how long she sat at her desk, mulling things over, but when she finally got up to go, the sunset was streaming in through the windows facing west. She smiled a little at the pretty sight, then pulled out her cell phone to give Sango a call. She wondered how her friend was getting along with her new partner…

 

 

A/N: I am pumping these out! Review?