InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Infatuation ❯ Temper! ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Lizzie Welling 
Tempers explode while the Slayers and Hunters attempt to work together.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.26.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Tempers explode while the Slayers and Hunters attempt to work together.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.26.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Little bit of Sess/Rin quality time for Inuyasha D2K, Trickstar, Silver-and-Cold and any other anonymous readers who like them.
Thanks-a-million to my beta Inukaggrrl06 and to Bri! I greatly appreciate the help and support you both give me!
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Recap:
Kagome began to laugh, but went rigid at the approaching jyaki her miko senses detected. InuYasha stiffened up too, looking around from side to side. She turned in the direction of the energy source, but saw nothing. Suddenly, she felt something thin wrap around her throat. Kagome gasped, struggling to breathe.
“Kagome! What’s wrong?” InuYasha asked worriedly.
“Well, well. It seems I’ve caught a miko and a hanyou with pretty hair.”
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Infatuation
Chapter 4: Temper!
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Brown hair pulled into a high pony-tail and head bobbing lightly to the song “Getting Away with Murder” by Papa Roach blasting in the background, Rin typed furiously on the keyboard before her. Her dark cinnamon eyes never once left the three computer screens arrayed on the desk inside her personal Slayer‘s Computer Lab. She sat in the swivel chair with one knee pulled to her chest, the opposite foot tapping the floor. Rin went for comfort and style today--a baggy, sparkle-covered pink shirt with the neck cut out and gray sweatshorts.
Sesshomaru had reached the height of his tolerance level. Four hours stuck in this cramped room with an irritating ningen onna and that unbelievable noise she referred to as “music” was just too much. That, and his partner was showing too much leg in those teeny shorts of hers for him to be able to adequately concentrate. Yes, he was quite out of sorts.
“Would you turn off that infernal racket?” the taiyoukai growled from behind his towering pile of thick record books. He sent her a glare for good measure.
“Nope,” she replied cheerily, not even sparing him a glance. Rin knew that pissed him off to no end.
“You will do as this Sesshomaru commands.”
Rin rolled her eyes and turned her head from the multiple screens, but her fingers kept going.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t take orders from you,” Rin said as politely as she could muster.
‘No use in irritating him further,’ Rin sighed to herself. ‘We have to work together…Without invoking homicide.’
Next thing she knew, Sesshomaru had calmly glided over to the radio and pushed seek, the song changing to a classical Mozart piece.
‘But bodily harm is part of the packaged deal!’
“Hey! You never, EVER change a workin’ girl’s music without PERMISSION!” Rin jumped to her feet, her work on digging through police reports and breaching databases momentarily forgotten.
“This Sesshomaru shall do as he pleases,” he replied calmly, towering over Rin’s small frame. His calculating golden gaze seemed to stab her.
“O-Oh yeah?” Rin stuttered back. The fact that he looked sexy and intimidating at the same time did not escape her notice. ‘Why does bad have to look soooo good?’ she mentally whined.
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re just a cranky, uptight butthead!” Rin declared, poking him in the chest.
Sesshomaru raised one dark eyebrow. ‘This onna is almost amusing,’ he thought to himself, watching her cinnamon orbs darken and her cheeks flush prettily in anger.
The taiyoukai carefully plucked her offending finger off his person, then returned to his desk. He picked up the next bound book of records, effectively snubbing her as he scanned the pages.
‘Now he’s ignoring me?’ Rin mentally fumed. ‘Why, that stupid dog! Still, I suppose it’s progress; at least he’s not trying to kill me again…’
Rin shrugged her shoulders, plopping down into her seat. She took a deep breath, let it out, then returned to once again sifting through the numerous windows of information. She sighed in frustration when she was once again locked out of Onigumo Research Industries’ databases, her code breaking skills at a loss.
‘I hope Sango and Miroku managed to swipe me something good. This security network is like gridiron! I need an IP address of one of the company’s computers to network through. If I knew what to look for…’
The smallest Slayer refocused her attention to closed court files, easily breaking access codes to sift through the closed cases for anything of interest pertaining to Naraku.
“Ooo,” Rin cooed aloud, pushing her face closer to the screen. “I think I’ll just print these…”
Rin hopped up from her chair to the printer to collect the files. She leaned against the machine, carefully perusing the court script.
“And I am gooood!” Rin declared, pumping her fist in the air.
“What are you screaming about?”
Rin whipped around to face the stoic taiyoukai. She held up the papers, not letting his cold mood ruin the joy of her find.
“Just a few names for Ayame and Kouga to go extract further information from,” she smiled sweetly, picking up the small walkie-talkie on her desk.
“Sakura to Red.”
“Red here.”
“I’ve got some names and,” Rin paused, pulling up a few more files, “Addresses for you to visit.”
“Thank Kami-sama! I was dying of boredom, wasting my talents on these drug-addicted idiots.”
Rin let out a small laugh. “OK then, check on these ones, then head back so we can divvy up the rest…”
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InuYasha bounded over next to Kagome, inspecting her neck for the culprit restricting her breathing passageway.
“Where is it!” he growled, eyes widening in horror as blood began to seep from her throat.
Realizing her partner could not see the sharp string, Kagome grabbed an end on either side of her neck and shot an electrifying charge of purifying power racing through it.
A shrill scream pierced the air as the line disintegrated. Kagome dropped into a protective crouch, one hand coming to touch the blood. She reached into her purse, retrieving her fold-up crossbow.
A woman, indecently clad, fell into the alley way before them, wisps of smoke from the purification burns wafting off her frame.
“You little bitch!” the piercing voice cried.
“Uh-huh,” Kagome replied, sending two charged arrows to the heart.
The woman laughed, pulling the arrows out and paying little mind to the huge gaping hole in her chest.
“You think measly miko arrows can kill me, Yura of the Hair?”
Yura called forth more strands of deadly hair, only to have it blasted back by a flare of Kagome’s aura.
InuYasha pulled Tessaiga from under the concealment spell at his waist, slicing off Yura’s hand.
“Who do you work for?” he demanded.
Yura let out a high-pitched laugh. “I merely want the shard of the Shikon jewel the miko carries.”
InuYasha turned to glare at Kagome. “You carry that shit around with you?!”
“I have to! Now focus your attention back on the threat!”
All three erupted into a flurry of swords, arrows and strands of hair. Kagome dive rolled out of the path of Yura’s katana, spying a flash of a skull in the corner. It dangled from a long patch of hair.
Seeing InuYasha locked in battle with Yura, Kagome rushed to the skull. She grasped it with her hands, turning the bone to ash instantly. The red comb inside broke in two.
Yura let out a scream, turning to ashes before the partners eyes.
“That was deceptively simple,” Kagome declared, moving toward InuYasha.
He concealed his blade, turning towards her. The miko noted a hint of respect in his eyes.
InuYasha observed Kagome was breathing a little harsher than usual, and found his eyes slide downward to quickly appraise the rapid rise and fall of her generously proportioned chest, which tapered to a slim waist and curvy hips. Her disguise hair and eyes failed to detract from his initial attraction to her.
‘Shit! I’m NOT thinking about how hot she looks right now.’
Kagome raised an incredulous eyebrow. ‘He’s checking me out…’
“We better get back,” the hanyou replied gruffly, mentally ridding himself of his previous thoughts. “You need to get those gashes looked at.”
“So do you! You’ve got ten times more than me!”
“Keh, I heal fast.”
Kagome opened her mouth to argue, when InuYasha squatted with his back to her, hands out.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“It’s the fastest way to get back.”
Kagome stood there in silence, eyeing the smooth lines and muscles of his back. She tried to squash those thoughts before they led to more dangerous territory.
“Would you just hop on already?” InuYasha growled impatiently.
She carefully climbed on, mind full of her thoughts, and was surprised by his hands grabbing her thighs tightly to hoist her up and adjust her to a more comfortable seat. Thanking the kami InuYasha could not see her blushing face, Kagome wrapped her arms around his shoulders as InuYasha took a running leap.
Kagome was all too aware how intimately she was pressed against his back, and tried to distract herself with the passing scenery of the city. She found the rush of the air and silver hair swirling around her to be most exhilarating.
InuYasha fought the oncoming grin as he listened to her little gasps of laughter as they soared toward headquarters.
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Sango never wanted to commit murder so badly.
After facing constant aggravation and harassment all afternoon, the urge to sever both hands and head from her partner’s body had escalated exponentially in the last few moments. The idiot had insisted on walking behind her--as if she didn’t know his exact motivation--and grabbed her butt too many times too many.
So Sango solved the problem by gripping the collar of his borrowed guard uniform and roughly dragged him up the steps beside her. Once they reached the computer lab Rin and Sesshomaru were in, she pushed open the door and hurled the lecherous monk inside on the floor.
“My dearest Sango, must you be so hurtful?” Miroku whined.
“So help me Kami-sama!” Sango growled, pulling a display katana from off the wall and charging at the fallen monk.
“Sango, no!” Rin interfered, gripping her fellow Slayer’s hand and twisting it to divert the blade (and Sango’s anger).
“Deep breaths, sweetie,” Rin said calmly, leading Sango over to her own computer chair and gently pushing her down into the seat. Rin carefully extracted the katana from the Slayer’s tight grip and set the blade down far from her reach.
“Monk, what idiocy have you committed now?” Sesshomaru said from above Miroku, having leapt to his feet when the enraged Slayer had nicked the katana from the wall.
“Now, Sesshomaru-sama, I have done nothing so wretched--”
“Liar! You are a damned, LECHEROUS LIAR!”
“Sango, sweetie, please calm down,” Rin begged, sitting on Sango to restrict her movements.
“Whoa, what’s going on here?” Kouga asked in bewilderment as he and Ayame stepped through the door.
Ayame took one look at Sango’s angry face (and Rin’s semi-panicked mien) and strode over to the two.
“Easy, girl,” the red-head whispered, approaching Sango slowly.
“Where’s Kags and her damn miko powers when we need her?” the female wolf muttered.
“Somebody call?” Kagome chirped, hopping down from InuYasha’s back to run to Sango’s side. “Oh, Kami-sama. Sango…”
“What the hell did you do Miroku?” InuYasha inquired, eyeing the monk dubiously as he took a defensive stance.
“I--”
“Talk, and I’ll rip out your vocal chords,” Sango threatened in a deadly voice. The Slayer had begun to shake, angry tears forming in her eyes.
Miroku promptly shut up.
“Shh, it’s OK, Sango,” Kagome hushed, placing her palms on Sango’s temples. Her hands lit up ever so slightly as she used her aura to soothe the Slayer‘s frayed nerves.
Sango’s breathing finally evened out as her limbs began to relax. Ayame and Rin released twin sighs of relief.
“Thanks, Kags.”
“You’re welcome,” Kagome answered, turning around to face the monk.
Her eyes--now back to their original chocolate--burned in rage as her aura crackled and snapped the air around her. She whipped out her crossbow in a fury. Four shots later, Miroku was pinned to the wall by Kagome’s arrows. Miroku released a strangled yelp, and all males in the room took a step away from the enraged miko.
“Miroku,” she began sweetly. “If you ever, EVER upset her because you touched her like that again--”
Kagome paused to shoot another arrow between Miroku’s legs, millimeters from his crotch. Miroku’s face whitened considerably and sweat began to drip down his brow.
“I won’t give you warning before I shoot it clear off.”
Miroku gulped, and nodded vigorously.
“Hai, Kagome-sama. My deepest and sincerest apologies to Sango-sama.”
“Good,” Kagome said, attaching her weapon back to its holster. Smiling, she went over to Miroku and began removing arrows. Once released, Miroku backed away, hands protectively over his manhood.
“Daaamn,” was Kouga’s intelligent interpretation of the recent display.
Sesshomaru merely inclined his head to the miko, amusement briefly flashing across his golden eyes.
InuYasha stood there smirking. “Oi, Kagome. You need to go get those cuts wrapped.”
“What the heck happened to you?” Sango asked. “Everything was fine when we left.”
“Some crazy hair bitch was after the shard,” answered InuYasha.
“Yeah, it looks like we’re not only going to have to fend of Naraku and his minions, but any power-hungry youkai as well,” Kagome added.
Ayame pulled a medical kit out of one of the desk drawers and began to bandage up the miko. Sango dug a stack of papers out of her uniform jacket and handed them to Rin.
“Here, these were from Kagura Hinto’s computer.”
Rin snatched them up, pushed Sango out of her chair, and began typing crazily on the keyboard, glancing back and forth between the papers and the screen.
“Woohoo! And I’m in!” Rin shouted. Then she paused. “Aww, crap.”
“What is it?” Ayame asked, glancing up from tying the last of Kagome’s bandages.
“I got in with the IP address I figured out from these files, but there’s a password.” Rin typed a little more. “And if I get it wrong, the system shuts down and alerts the mainframe to an intruder.”
“Fuck.”
“No worries,” Rin assured the inu hanyou. “I’m setting up a program to come up with all possible password combinations. This program will also narrow it down to the most probable ones too. But…”
“But what?” asked Kouga.
“But, it’ll take a few days…Possibly a week even.”
“That’s OK, Rin,” Kagome assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s a good way in, so we’ll wait. We don’t want to screw it up. In the meantime, we’ll just focus on other areas.”
“Oh yeah! That reminds me!” Rin picked up another pile of papers. “I got some names from Naraku’s sealed court files. This woman, Tsubaki, she comes up a lot in connection to Naraku. She seems to not be directly related to him anymore, but I think she’d be able to tell us a few things worth knowing.”
“Tsubaki…we came across that name too while roughing up the low-lifes,” Ayame added.
“I wonder if Kaede-same knows of her,” Kagome pondered aloud. “I know I’ve heard that name somewhere…”
“It says in the information I pulled up that she owns a popular club in the Naka district, the Shikigami.”
“Alright. You guys work out a plan. Rin, you’re coming with me,” Kagome ordered.
Rin nodded, handing her papers over to Ayame and following the miko while the female ookami and Sango huddled together. Kouga went over to offer his assistance.
“And where are you going, bitch? Leaving us to do all the work while you take a little break?” InuYasha shouted.
Kagome paused, and turned to face him. “We’re going to the Dojo to rehash battle tactics. I don’t care what you do, so long as you don’t cause a disturbance.” Kagome nodded to Rin, and the two left.
“What the fuck!”
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A few hours later…
InuYasha had grown bored listening to the others argue out recon tactics, and decided to wander around. He tracked Kagome’s and Rin’s scents up a few floors and to a large dojo. He spied the miko--changed out of her disguise and into black dance pants and a yellow tank top--circling around the younger Slayer.
Kagome would point out a few mistakes Rin had made in the battle with the three rouges, then supervise as Rin went through the movements, making corrections. The miko was firm, but kind in her instruction.
“Spying, little brother?”
InuYasha turned around to face his elder sibling. “Fuck, Sesshomaru! Why the hell did you follow me?”
“Curiosity.”
“Keh.”
“The miko is a decent instructor,” Sesshomaru observed. “She also appears to be their unofficial leader.”
“I suppose,” InuYasha muttered. “What’s your damn point?”
“No point. Merely observation.”
“Keh, I thought you hated humans.”
“Hn. Simply dislike.”
“Hey, you two!” Both inu’s turned their attention to the miko out on the mat. “Do you need something?”
InuYasha opened his mouth to call her a few choice words, but thought of something better.
“Hey wench, don’t you have someone to go pick up?”
Kagome’s eyes widened as she slapped a hand to her forehead. “Oh crap!”
Snatching her bag from the floor, she fished around for her keys.
“Damnit! Rin, continue on your katas. Sesshomaru has a flawless form, he can spot mistakes for you. Crap, I need a phone! Or a car…”
“I’ve got mine here,” InuYasha offered.
“Really? Thank you! Be back later, Rin!” Kagome grabbed InuYasha by the wrist and dragged him down the stairs to the garage.
Rin looked over at Sesshomaru and sighed. ‘Grreaat…’
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“Souta, it’s almost 4:30. Where’s your sister?”
Souta sighed, sitting down next to Kohaku on the curb of a school flower bed.
“You know how busy she and Sango are…”
Suddenly, the revving of an engine caused both boys to look up. A red Ferrari 456 GT pulled up before them, and Kagome hopped out of the passenger’s seat.
“Souta, Kohaku! I’m so, so sorry!”
Souta gave his sister a hug while Kohaku nodded a greeting.
“It’s OK, neechan. Whose awesome car is this?”
“Mine, squirt.”
Souta eyes widened at the sight of a amber-eyed, silver-haired man with dog ears stepping out of the car.
“Souta, Kohaku, this is my new partner, InuYasha.”
“Hi,” the boys greeted enthusiastically.
InuYasha “Keh”ed back, and Kagome pushed the front seat back, ushering the boys inside.
“We don’t have time to admire the pretty car today. Inside now!”
Once they reached Kagome’s run-down apartment complex, she led the boys and InuYasha upstairs. Once inside the apartment, she gave a few last minute instructions.
“Homework BEFORE video games! If you do otherwise, I will know! Now there are the usual frozen dinners in the fridge. It’s another late night for us, so make sure you’re in bed on time.”
“But tomorrow’s Friday! Can’t we just skip?” Kohaku begged.
“No! You should know better than that. Sango would kill you if she heard you. Now, off to your desks.” Kagome sighed, “I promise I’ll make a real home meal this weekend, OK?” she conceded, knowing how difficult it was for the boys to live this lifestyle.
Both boys nodded, retreating to their rooms. Kagome locked the apartment door, and flew back to the car with InuYasha.
“Nice place you got,” InuYasha commented.
Kagome didn’t fee like arguing at the moment. “We’ve lived there since our parents died in the massive rouge attacks a few years ago.”
InuYasha could sense the sadness in her voice, and opted for a gentler tone.
“So you’ve been raising them by yourselves?”
“Yeah, for the past four years. We had a little help from Kaede-sama.”
Silence reigned in the car for a few moments.
“It must have been pretty tough, but it seems like you’ve done a pretty good job.”
Kagome smiled at him. “Thanks.”
“I’d have been lucky to have an older sister like you,” he muttered, eyes trained carefully on the road.
Kagome‘s eyes watered briefly, but she quickly rubbed them. “Was Sesshomaru that bad?”
“He’s a bastard, but I guess he was humane. Not very compassionate, if you catch my meaning.”
Kagome put her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. You lost your parents too, didn’t you?”
“It was a long time ago.”
They eased back into silence as they drove towards headquarters. Suddenly, a loud beep erupted in the car.
“Hurry it up, you two!” Sango’s voice called over the radio. “We’ve got ourselves a window of opportunity!”
Kagome laughed, and InuYasha flattened the gas pedal.
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End of Chapter 4
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I realize I’m skipping around a little on the order of opponents, but some serve my purposes…And others simply don’t.
Special thanks to Trickstar, lady KCassandra, bert8813, Inuyasha D2K, sweetheart09, coykoi, Tikaz, Inukaggrrl06, animegurl_06, bettychan, Silver-and-Cold, and Rikuastin for all your wonderful reviews!
Please, PLEASE leave a review! More reviews will make me write faster! Really, I love to hear your opinion and thrive on feedback.
Thanks for reading! ~Lizzie
Thanks-a-million to my beta Inukaggrrl06 and to Bri! I greatly appreciate the help and support you both give me!
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Recap:
Kagome began to laugh, but went rigid at the approaching jyaki her miko senses detected. InuYasha stiffened up too, looking around from side to side. She turned in the direction of the energy source, but saw nothing. Suddenly, she felt something thin wrap around her throat. Kagome gasped, struggling to breathe.
“Kagome! What’s wrong?” InuYasha asked worriedly.
“Well, well. It seems I’ve caught a miko and a hanyou with pretty hair.”
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Infatuation
Chapter 4: Temper!
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Brown hair pulled into a high pony-tail and head bobbing lightly to the song “Getting Away with Murder” by Papa Roach blasting in the background, Rin typed furiously on the keyboard before her. Her dark cinnamon eyes never once left the three computer screens arrayed on the desk inside her personal Slayer‘s Computer Lab. She sat in the swivel chair with one knee pulled to her chest, the opposite foot tapping the floor. Rin went for comfort and style today--a baggy, sparkle-covered pink shirt with the neck cut out and gray sweatshorts.
Sesshomaru had reached the height of his tolerance level. Four hours stuck in this cramped room with an irritating ningen onna and that unbelievable noise she referred to as “music” was just too much. That, and his partner was showing too much leg in those teeny shorts of hers for him to be able to adequately concentrate. Yes, he was quite out of sorts.
“Would you turn off that infernal racket?” the taiyoukai growled from behind his towering pile of thick record books. He sent her a glare for good measure.
“Nope,” she replied cheerily, not even sparing him a glance. Rin knew that pissed him off to no end.
“You will do as this Sesshomaru commands.”
Rin rolled her eyes and turned her head from the multiple screens, but her fingers kept going.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t take orders from you,” Rin said as politely as she could muster.
‘No use in irritating him further,’ Rin sighed to herself. ‘We have to work together…Without invoking homicide.’
Next thing she knew, Sesshomaru had calmly glided over to the radio and pushed seek, the song changing to a classical Mozart piece.
‘But bodily harm is part of the packaged deal!’
“Hey! You never, EVER change a workin’ girl’s music without PERMISSION!” Rin jumped to her feet, her work on digging through police reports and breaching databases momentarily forgotten.
“This Sesshomaru shall do as he pleases,” he replied calmly, towering over Rin’s small frame. His calculating golden gaze seemed to stab her.
“O-Oh yeah?” Rin stuttered back. The fact that he looked sexy and intimidating at the same time did not escape her notice. ‘Why does bad have to look soooo good?’ she mentally whined.
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re just a cranky, uptight butthead!” Rin declared, poking him in the chest.
Sesshomaru raised one dark eyebrow. ‘This onna is almost amusing,’ he thought to himself, watching her cinnamon orbs darken and her cheeks flush prettily in anger.
The taiyoukai carefully plucked her offending finger off his person, then returned to his desk. He picked up the next bound book of records, effectively snubbing her as he scanned the pages.
‘Now he’s ignoring me?’ Rin mentally fumed. ‘Why, that stupid dog! Still, I suppose it’s progress; at least he’s not trying to kill me again…’
Rin shrugged her shoulders, plopping down into her seat. She took a deep breath, let it out, then returned to once again sifting through the numerous windows of information. She sighed in frustration when she was once again locked out of Onigumo Research Industries’ databases, her code breaking skills at a loss.
‘I hope Sango and Miroku managed to swipe me something good. This security network is like gridiron! I need an IP address of one of the company’s computers to network through. If I knew what to look for…’
The smallest Slayer refocused her attention to closed court files, easily breaking access codes to sift through the closed cases for anything of interest pertaining to Naraku.
“Ooo,” Rin cooed aloud, pushing her face closer to the screen. “I think I’ll just print these…”
Rin hopped up from her chair to the printer to collect the files. She leaned against the machine, carefully perusing the court script.
“And I am gooood!” Rin declared, pumping her fist in the air.
“What are you screaming about?”
Rin whipped around to face the stoic taiyoukai. She held up the papers, not letting his cold mood ruin the joy of her find.
“Just a few names for Ayame and Kouga to go extract further information from,” she smiled sweetly, picking up the small walkie-talkie on her desk.
“Sakura to Red.”
“Red here.”
“I’ve got some names and,” Rin paused, pulling up a few more files, “Addresses for you to visit.”
“Thank Kami-sama! I was dying of boredom, wasting my talents on these drug-addicted idiots.”
Rin let out a small laugh. “OK then, check on these ones, then head back so we can divvy up the rest…”
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InuYasha bounded over next to Kagome, inspecting her neck for the culprit restricting her breathing passageway.
“Where is it!” he growled, eyes widening in horror as blood began to seep from her throat.
Realizing her partner could not see the sharp string, Kagome grabbed an end on either side of her neck and shot an electrifying charge of purifying power racing through it.
A shrill scream pierced the air as the line disintegrated. Kagome dropped into a protective crouch, one hand coming to touch the blood. She reached into her purse, retrieving her fold-up crossbow.
A woman, indecently clad, fell into the alley way before them, wisps of smoke from the purification burns wafting off her frame.
“You little bitch!” the piercing voice cried.
“Uh-huh,” Kagome replied, sending two charged arrows to the heart.
The woman laughed, pulling the arrows out and paying little mind to the huge gaping hole in her chest.
“You think measly miko arrows can kill me, Yura of the Hair?”
Yura called forth more strands of deadly hair, only to have it blasted back by a flare of Kagome’s aura.
InuYasha pulled Tessaiga from under the concealment spell at his waist, slicing off Yura’s hand.
“Who do you work for?” he demanded.
Yura let out a high-pitched laugh. “I merely want the shard of the Shikon jewel the miko carries.”
InuYasha turned to glare at Kagome. “You carry that shit around with you?!”
“I have to! Now focus your attention back on the threat!”
All three erupted into a flurry of swords, arrows and strands of hair. Kagome dive rolled out of the path of Yura’s katana, spying a flash of a skull in the corner. It dangled from a long patch of hair.
Seeing InuYasha locked in battle with Yura, Kagome rushed to the skull. She grasped it with her hands, turning the bone to ash instantly. The red comb inside broke in two.
Yura let out a scream, turning to ashes before the partners eyes.
“That was deceptively simple,” Kagome declared, moving toward InuYasha.
He concealed his blade, turning towards her. The miko noted a hint of respect in his eyes.
InuYasha observed Kagome was breathing a little harsher than usual, and found his eyes slide downward to quickly appraise the rapid rise and fall of her generously proportioned chest, which tapered to a slim waist and curvy hips. Her disguise hair and eyes failed to detract from his initial attraction to her.
‘Shit! I’m NOT thinking about how hot she looks right now.’
Kagome raised an incredulous eyebrow. ‘He’s checking me out…’
“We better get back,” the hanyou replied gruffly, mentally ridding himself of his previous thoughts. “You need to get those gashes looked at.”
“So do you! You’ve got ten times more than me!”
“Keh, I heal fast.”
Kagome opened her mouth to argue, when InuYasha squatted with his back to her, hands out.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“It’s the fastest way to get back.”
Kagome stood there in silence, eyeing the smooth lines and muscles of his back. She tried to squash those thoughts before they led to more dangerous territory.
“Would you just hop on already?” InuYasha growled impatiently.
She carefully climbed on, mind full of her thoughts, and was surprised by his hands grabbing her thighs tightly to hoist her up and adjust her to a more comfortable seat. Thanking the kami InuYasha could not see her blushing face, Kagome wrapped her arms around his shoulders as InuYasha took a running leap.
Kagome was all too aware how intimately she was pressed against his back, and tried to distract herself with the passing scenery of the city. She found the rush of the air and silver hair swirling around her to be most exhilarating.
InuYasha fought the oncoming grin as he listened to her little gasps of laughter as they soared toward headquarters.
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Sango never wanted to commit murder so badly.
After facing constant aggravation and harassment all afternoon, the urge to sever both hands and head from her partner’s body had escalated exponentially in the last few moments. The idiot had insisted on walking behind her--as if she didn’t know his exact motivation--and grabbed her butt too many times too many.
So Sango solved the problem by gripping the collar of his borrowed guard uniform and roughly dragged him up the steps beside her. Once they reached the computer lab Rin and Sesshomaru were in, she pushed open the door and hurled the lecherous monk inside on the floor.
“My dearest Sango, must you be so hurtful?” Miroku whined.
“So help me Kami-sama!” Sango growled, pulling a display katana from off the wall and charging at the fallen monk.
“Sango, no!” Rin interfered, gripping her fellow Slayer’s hand and twisting it to divert the blade (and Sango’s anger).
“Deep breaths, sweetie,” Rin said calmly, leading Sango over to her own computer chair and gently pushing her down into the seat. Rin carefully extracted the katana from the Slayer’s tight grip and set the blade down far from her reach.
“Monk, what idiocy have you committed now?” Sesshomaru said from above Miroku, having leapt to his feet when the enraged Slayer had nicked the katana from the wall.
“Now, Sesshomaru-sama, I have done nothing so wretched--”
“Liar! You are a damned, LECHEROUS LIAR!”
“Sango, sweetie, please calm down,” Rin begged, sitting on Sango to restrict her movements.
“Whoa, what’s going on here?” Kouga asked in bewilderment as he and Ayame stepped through the door.
Ayame took one look at Sango’s angry face (and Rin’s semi-panicked mien) and strode over to the two.
“Easy, girl,” the red-head whispered, approaching Sango slowly.
“Where’s Kags and her damn miko powers when we need her?” the female wolf muttered.
“Somebody call?” Kagome chirped, hopping down from InuYasha’s back to run to Sango’s side. “Oh, Kami-sama. Sango…”
“What the hell did you do Miroku?” InuYasha inquired, eyeing the monk dubiously as he took a defensive stance.
“I--”
“Talk, and I’ll rip out your vocal chords,” Sango threatened in a deadly voice. The Slayer had begun to shake, angry tears forming in her eyes.
Miroku promptly shut up.
“Shh, it’s OK, Sango,” Kagome hushed, placing her palms on Sango’s temples. Her hands lit up ever so slightly as she used her aura to soothe the Slayer‘s frayed nerves.
Sango’s breathing finally evened out as her limbs began to relax. Ayame and Rin released twin sighs of relief.
“Thanks, Kags.”
“You’re welcome,” Kagome answered, turning around to face the monk.
Her eyes--now back to their original chocolate--burned in rage as her aura crackled and snapped the air around her. She whipped out her crossbow in a fury. Four shots later, Miroku was pinned to the wall by Kagome’s arrows. Miroku released a strangled yelp, and all males in the room took a step away from the enraged miko.
“Miroku,” she began sweetly. “If you ever, EVER upset her because you touched her like that again--”
Kagome paused to shoot another arrow between Miroku’s legs, millimeters from his crotch. Miroku’s face whitened considerably and sweat began to drip down his brow.
“I won’t give you warning before I shoot it clear off.”
Miroku gulped, and nodded vigorously.
“Hai, Kagome-sama. My deepest and sincerest apologies to Sango-sama.”
“Good,” Kagome said, attaching her weapon back to its holster. Smiling, she went over to Miroku and began removing arrows. Once released, Miroku backed away, hands protectively over his manhood.
“Daaamn,” was Kouga’s intelligent interpretation of the recent display.
Sesshomaru merely inclined his head to the miko, amusement briefly flashing across his golden eyes.
InuYasha stood there smirking. “Oi, Kagome. You need to go get those cuts wrapped.”
“What the heck happened to you?” Sango asked. “Everything was fine when we left.”
“Some crazy hair bitch was after the shard,” answered InuYasha.
“Yeah, it looks like we’re not only going to have to fend of Naraku and his minions, but any power-hungry youkai as well,” Kagome added.
Ayame pulled a medical kit out of one of the desk drawers and began to bandage up the miko. Sango dug a stack of papers out of her uniform jacket and handed them to Rin.
“Here, these were from Kagura Hinto’s computer.”
Rin snatched them up, pushed Sango out of her chair, and began typing crazily on the keyboard, glancing back and forth between the papers and the screen.
“Woohoo! And I’m in!” Rin shouted. Then she paused. “Aww, crap.”
“What is it?” Ayame asked, glancing up from tying the last of Kagome’s bandages.
“I got in with the IP address I figured out from these files, but there’s a password.” Rin typed a little more. “And if I get it wrong, the system shuts down and alerts the mainframe to an intruder.”
“Fuck.”
“No worries,” Rin assured the inu hanyou. “I’m setting up a program to come up with all possible password combinations. This program will also narrow it down to the most probable ones too. But…”
“But what?” asked Kouga.
“But, it’ll take a few days…Possibly a week even.”
“That’s OK, Rin,” Kagome assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s a good way in, so we’ll wait. We don’t want to screw it up. In the meantime, we’ll just focus on other areas.”
“Oh yeah! That reminds me!” Rin picked up another pile of papers. “I got some names from Naraku’s sealed court files. This woman, Tsubaki, she comes up a lot in connection to Naraku. She seems to not be directly related to him anymore, but I think she’d be able to tell us a few things worth knowing.”
“Tsubaki…we came across that name too while roughing up the low-lifes,” Ayame added.
“I wonder if Kaede-same knows of her,” Kagome pondered aloud. “I know I’ve heard that name somewhere…”
“It says in the information I pulled up that she owns a popular club in the Naka district, the Shikigami.”
“Alright. You guys work out a plan. Rin, you’re coming with me,” Kagome ordered.
Rin nodded, handing her papers over to Ayame and following the miko while the female ookami and Sango huddled together. Kouga went over to offer his assistance.
“And where are you going, bitch? Leaving us to do all the work while you take a little break?” InuYasha shouted.
Kagome paused, and turned to face him. “We’re going to the Dojo to rehash battle tactics. I don’t care what you do, so long as you don’t cause a disturbance.” Kagome nodded to Rin, and the two left.
“What the fuck!”
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A few hours later…
InuYasha had grown bored listening to the others argue out recon tactics, and decided to wander around. He tracked Kagome’s and Rin’s scents up a few floors and to a large dojo. He spied the miko--changed out of her disguise and into black dance pants and a yellow tank top--circling around the younger Slayer.
Kagome would point out a few mistakes Rin had made in the battle with the three rouges, then supervise as Rin went through the movements, making corrections. The miko was firm, but kind in her instruction.
“Spying, little brother?”
InuYasha turned around to face his elder sibling. “Fuck, Sesshomaru! Why the hell did you follow me?”
“Curiosity.”
“Keh.”
“The miko is a decent instructor,” Sesshomaru observed. “She also appears to be their unofficial leader.”
“I suppose,” InuYasha muttered. “What’s your damn point?”
“No point. Merely observation.”
“Keh, I thought you hated humans.”
“Hn. Simply dislike.”
“Hey, you two!” Both inu’s turned their attention to the miko out on the mat. “Do you need something?”
InuYasha opened his mouth to call her a few choice words, but thought of something better.
“Hey wench, don’t you have someone to go pick up?”
Kagome’s eyes widened as she slapped a hand to her forehead. “Oh crap!”
Snatching her bag from the floor, she fished around for her keys.
“Damnit! Rin, continue on your katas. Sesshomaru has a flawless form, he can spot mistakes for you. Crap, I need a phone! Or a car…”
“I’ve got mine here,” InuYasha offered.
“Really? Thank you! Be back later, Rin!” Kagome grabbed InuYasha by the wrist and dragged him down the stairs to the garage.
Rin looked over at Sesshomaru and sighed. ‘Grreaat…’
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“Souta, it’s almost 4:30. Where’s your sister?”
Souta sighed, sitting down next to Kohaku on the curb of a school flower bed.
“You know how busy she and Sango are…”
Suddenly, the revving of an engine caused both boys to look up. A red Ferrari 456 GT pulled up before them, and Kagome hopped out of the passenger’s seat.
“Souta, Kohaku! I’m so, so sorry!”
Souta gave his sister a hug while Kohaku nodded a greeting.
“It’s OK, neechan. Whose awesome car is this?”
“Mine, squirt.”
Souta eyes widened at the sight of a amber-eyed, silver-haired man with dog ears stepping out of the car.
“Souta, Kohaku, this is my new partner, InuYasha.”
“Hi,” the boys greeted enthusiastically.
InuYasha “Keh”ed back, and Kagome pushed the front seat back, ushering the boys inside.
“We don’t have time to admire the pretty car today. Inside now!”
Once they reached Kagome’s run-down apartment complex, she led the boys and InuYasha upstairs. Once inside the apartment, she gave a few last minute instructions.
“Homework BEFORE video games! If you do otherwise, I will know! Now there are the usual frozen dinners in the fridge. It’s another late night for us, so make sure you’re in bed on time.”
“But tomorrow’s Friday! Can’t we just skip?” Kohaku begged.
“No! You should know better than that. Sango would kill you if she heard you. Now, off to your desks.” Kagome sighed, “I promise I’ll make a real home meal this weekend, OK?” she conceded, knowing how difficult it was for the boys to live this lifestyle.
Both boys nodded, retreating to their rooms. Kagome locked the apartment door, and flew back to the car with InuYasha.
“Nice place you got,” InuYasha commented.
Kagome didn’t fee like arguing at the moment. “We’ve lived there since our parents died in the massive rouge attacks a few years ago.”
InuYasha could sense the sadness in her voice, and opted for a gentler tone.
“So you’ve been raising them by yourselves?”
“Yeah, for the past four years. We had a little help from Kaede-sama.”
Silence reigned in the car for a few moments.
“It must have been pretty tough, but it seems like you’ve done a pretty good job.”
Kagome smiled at him. “Thanks.”
“I’d have been lucky to have an older sister like you,” he muttered, eyes trained carefully on the road.
Kagome‘s eyes watered briefly, but she quickly rubbed them. “Was Sesshomaru that bad?”
“He’s a bastard, but I guess he was humane. Not very compassionate, if you catch my meaning.”
Kagome put her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. You lost your parents too, didn’t you?”
“It was a long time ago.”
They eased back into silence as they drove towards headquarters. Suddenly, a loud beep erupted in the car.
“Hurry it up, you two!” Sango’s voice called over the radio. “We’ve got ourselves a window of opportunity!”
Kagome laughed, and InuYasha flattened the gas pedal.
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End of Chapter 4
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I realize I’m skipping around a little on the order of opponents, but some serve my purposes…And others simply don’t.
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