InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Makeshift Superheroes ❯ The Killer ( Chapter 1 )

AN: Wow. Lots of people commented on the money thing. See, the thing is… if it wasn't enough… there would be no real motivation. Besides, the money thing will be explained in this chapter~

MUWHAHAHAHA… <~I'm retarded.

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Makeshift Superheroes

Chapter One

The Killer

By: bs~

As Miroku walked up to the doorway and looked at the engraved symbols on the doorway, he smirked. Running a hand through his hair, he gave himself a little pep talk before meeting this Sango woman.

As he knocked on the door, his hand barely had time to withdraw and smooth over his hair one more time before it creaked open slightly.

A face peered from the thin crack and a stream of light fell onto their face, illuminating a boy's face. He didn't look a day over thirteen. Miroku frowned. There wasn't any person listed that was sharing the apartment with her…

"What do you want?" the boy spoke. Miroku was startled by the boy's deep voice. It sounded more like an adult's. Miroku's face cracked into a big grin. Better be cautious…

"I'm looking for Sango Ishinaga?" he asked in an innocent voice. That voice had bought him so many customers… too many… for Miroku had lost track of the exact number…

"Why?" the boy's voice had an edge to it now. He was suspicious… "How do you know her?"

How should he answer? The file hadn't told him of this young boy and how to deal with him…

Miroku decided to improvise and sighed while shaking his head, smiling, as what he knew looked pitiful. "Children your age should not hear of how I know the Lady Sango."

The boy's eyes widened noticeably, and Miroku took note of this. However, he kept his smile going.

"I-I'll go see if she's... she's home …" he spluttered, quickly closing the door. Miroku, leaning against the wooden door, could hear the pattering of his feet against the wood and the creaking of a door.

Then he heard the low mutterings of voices. Too bad his hearing wasn't good enough to hear exactly what they were saying.

Miroku straightened up away from the door as he heard the quick pattering of feet and brushing at his jacket sleeve. The boy's face reappeared at the crack of the door.

"My sister isn't here right now. Go away." Miroku frowned. Hadn't that file said…

"I could've sworn she told me she'd be in today…" Miroku tapped his chin, thinking thoughtfully. The boy's face widened in some sort of realization and quickly slammed the door shut, only to reopen it widely, the chain unlocked.

"She's been waiting for you!" he exclaimed happily. "Why didn't you come yesterday? And why was there an ambush? Where you hurt? Did you get away alright?"

Miroku frowned, but quickly covered up his confusion. "Just get me Sango first kid. I don't want to tell you anything she wouldn't want you to know or something like that."

The boy frowned but obeyed.

Walking into the corridor that led to rooms, the boy disappeared in the first one on the left, only to have a girl come out of it, the boy supporting her. It was Sango.

Miroku's eyes widened as he tried to stare without being so obvious. Sango leaned down and whispered something to the boy, who nodded and left for the room on the right. He didn't come back out.

Sango walked over to the couch where Miroku stood next to and sat down on the opposing chair. He noted that she was limping slightly on her right leg.

She motioned for Miroku to sit and he obliged. When he appeared comfortable enough, she began to speak. "I know you aren't the man that Kohaku thinks you are, so leave."

"W-what?" the bluntness of her request and the tone of voice she spoke in startled Miroku to no end.

"Leave. Get out. Never let me see you again. I won't be so kind next time." Sango replied in a dead tone. She glared at him as if he was slow on the uptake.

Miroku was astonished that she was so blunt. Surely a person who was a hired hit man would have more of a smooth talking ability?

… Then again… their jobs never required much talking…

"But you haven't even heard why I'm here!" Miroku protested.

Sango gave him a glare. After thinking it over for a few seconds, she sighed and ran her hand through her hair before replying, "Fine, then what is it?"

He ran his hand through his hair again. For him, it wasn't just something to do; it was a nervous habit. "Well see… yesterday when I got home, I received this envelope." Raising the envelope in his hand to show her, Miroku watched her face carefully. She still seemed disinterested.

"And I got these files… of four people. There was a disc, but that is sort of unavailable right now." When she leaned forward in her chair Miroku knew she was listening.

"Where's the disc?…Ohhh." She breathed out as Miroku raised the disc that had been burned black in the ziploc baggie.

"And it told me that I shouldn't trust anyone except for you, and three others." Sango nodded, but arched her eyebrows. "I'll get to that in a moment, but the fact is, if we want the money that this person sent us, then we'll have to do as they say."

Miroku pulled out his wallet and took out the check carefully and handed it to Sango, who took it and immediately began to examine it.

"This is odd." She exclaimed after examining it for a while. Miroku had begun to get testy and was fidgeting in his seat a little.

"What is it?" Miroku got up and placed himself on the arm of the chair she was sitting on.

She held the slip of paper to the light and motioned for him to get to her level. He did so quickly and gasped.

"What… the HELL?" he roared. "I feel like an idiot." Miroku got up and slammed him fist onto the coffee table next to him.

"Hey! Watch it!" Sango snapped at him. "Don't damage anything!" Miroku immediately apologized.

There was an awkward pause after this, but it didn't last long, as Kohaku flew into the room, and whispered. "Sis! There's someone… someone at your window, trying to break in!"

Sango immediately shot up from her chair and ran after Kohaku. It was only a second later that Miroku followed, trying to keep quiet.

He noticed how they both made no noise while moving about. Something that really puzzled him was… if the check was fake… were the files made up as well? The file had said that her sibling was deceased… but there he was, with her… it must be a lie.

Miroku was tempted to slap himself on the head, but thought the noise might draw the attention of the person trying to break in.

When he reached the door of the room that Sango and Kohaku had disappeared into, he hesitated in opening the door… perhaps he would just be in the way…?

Hearing a loud crash, he quickly made up him mind and burst into the room. What he saw before him shocked him…

Sango was sprawled across the ground, apparently unconscious, and there… in front of her… stood Kohaku, with a dull look in his eyes. "What are you doing?" Miroku cried out, stepping between him and Sango, as if to shield her.

Kohaku looked at Miroku, his head tilted to the side, as if he himself had no idea of what was going on. "I-I don't know…" he mumbled. And then he disappeared.

Miroku gaped and then went directly to the spot Kohaku was just at. "If this is a fuckin' game kid, it's NOT funny." He snarled, turning round and round on the same spot, trying to figure out how the kid had just disappeared like that.

"Don't… just…just… he's gone." Sango spoke hoarsely from her position from the ground. She had already begun to try and get up, but that was obviously painful for her, the evidence on her face as she screwed it up with concentration.

"Don't strain yourself. Let me help." Miroku rushed over and slowly helped her up. Seeing that standing would be impossible for her if he weren't supporting her, he quickly picked her up in the bridal fashion and put her on the bed in that room.

"Thanks." Sango muttered as the redness in her cheeks dimmed down a bit after being carried by Miroku. "You can leave now if you wish."

Miroku, who had knelt down onto the wooden floor, was tapping the floorboards, for anything loose that Kohaku might have been hiding under. He didn't acknowledge the fact that Sango had spoken. He was too absorbed in finding how Kohaku had just… vanished.

"Um… hey! You! Are you even listening to me?" Sango asked as she arched her eyebrows skeptically.

Miroku looked up. "I DO have a name y'anno. And surprise surprise, it doesn't begin with a Y."

"Well, then what is it?" Miroku looked at her and grinned.

"Miroku, but you can call me Master."

Sango rolled her eyes as she watched him go over the boards meticulously. After a good hour, he got up, wincing as a loud crack filled the room. "Oufh…. Ow. That can NOT be good for my spinal cord." Miroku winced slightly as he stretched his back out.

Sango waited until he was finished. "What were you doing?"

Miroku looked at her in disbelief. "Were you momentarily BLIND when that kid just disappeared into thin air?" Sango looked away and bit her lip.

"No." she answered quietly. "And I think you should leave. Now."

When Miroku tried to get her to change her mind, Sango only glared coldly at him and told him to leave. "What about the person who sent me the check? He or she also gave me four files. In yours, it had your address, your name, everything! But I just want to clear this up. It said on the sheet that your sibling was deceased. But that was your little brother wasn't it?" Sango gave no inclination that she was listening. But Miroku continued. "It also said you were a hit man. Or woman. Whatever, but the thing is, IF it's true, then how does this person know all this junk?"

"Because I have an idea of who it is. Do what the CD told you to do, and then come back." Miroku gaped at the woman who was staring forlornly at the wall.

"How come you didn't say anything?"

"Because I'm not supposed to." She looked at him for the first time since he had placed her on the bed. He was startled to see tears in her eyes.

"I won't. And until then, neither of us will be safe."

"That is true. Give me a day to rest and come back tomorrow at 11 AM. We will work on the others then." When Miroku opened his mouth to protest, Sango held her hand up to silence him. "The less I know the better. I have too many enemies to have this information when I'm practically helpless."

Miroku nodded. "Then it's settled. But one more thing…"

Sango arched an eyebrow skeptically at the man. He smiled and walked up to Sango and knelt down on one knee, grasping her hand. "Will you bear my child?"

Things happened in fast motion…

First, Sango narrowed her eyes. Second, Miroku's other hand made its way to her…

Third, Sango shrieked when the hand reached its destination.

Fourth, Sango hits Miroku.

Hard.

Miroku got up and walked out of the room in a rather dazed manner. "Eleven tomorrow! Remember!" Sango called out, but sighed, as she heard no reply.

"Best get to cleaning then…" as she looked down distastefully at the things scattered about her room.

^.~

Miroku rolled his eyes and stretched out on his bed as he laid three files on the wooden floor below him. He laid Sango's file next to him and went back to gazing at the rest on the floor. "Okay," he said, cracking his knuckles, "now… for the next person we track down…"

"Eenie… Meenie.. Minie… Mo… Catch… a… tiger… by… the… toe… if… he… moans… then… you…. really… should…just…run…and…. remember…to…let…go!" Miroku grinned and picked up the last one he pointed to.

Flipping open the file, he scanned through the medical documents and everything else, looking for the summary sheet. Finding it at the back of the folder, Miroku pulled it out and grinned. "Hello hot babe!" Miroku wolf-whistled as he checked out the features on the woman. Red, narrowed eyes… raven black hair tied up in a messy bun… and her ears…

…they couldn't be human. Miroku blinked and held the picture closer to his face. "They're real…" he mumbled in amazement. "Or she had a REALLY good plastic surgeon…"

Setting the picture aside, Miroku picked up the information sheet and read through it quickly. "Name… Kagura Kaze… age… whoa… I thought she was younger than that! 31… sheesh… she takes really good care of herself… she lives… holy shit! How are we supposed to find someone who's housing is `unknown'???" Miroku moaned and slapped himself on the head. "Her profession… okay." Miroku smirked. "It's okay. At least now I know WHY her housing is unlisted. But… it'll take awhile to find her then…"

Sighing, he stuffed everything back into her file and tossed it onto the ground, along with Sango's folder. Rolling over, he turned off his light and went to sleep.

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AN: Okay…I was going to try and get this posted on like… last Thursday… but things came up and now… here it is… okay…

And I'm sorry for this short chapter… I'm working on the next chapter of DYLM? [finally over my writer's block…] and I didn't want to be bothered with making this an extra long chapter… because if I hadn't of cut it off here…

… it would be a LOT longer… so eheh…

…well the next chapter will be… pretty lengthy… I think…

….anyway… enjoy~

ta ta~ thy name is bullshit~ [bs]