InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Red Sun Rising ❯ Feds and Weapons and Plots, Oh My! ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: This fic is kind of a break for me while I'm writing 'Siren'. I'm not deserting it, nor is it my main focus: it's what I pull out when I need a bit of a mindwipe. As such, the chapters will be short and it may be a while between posts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gross Pointe Blank, which gave me the idea, or Inuyasha, who's characters I'm warping beyond all recognition.

“Las Cruces?” Inuyasha glared at his partner. “Who the fuck bases their operation in Las Cruces?”

Miroku rolled his eyes. “Someone who doesn’t want to be surrounded by feds.”

Souta Higurashi glared at both of the agents. “She’s going to be really pissed off that you guys came here.”

“I don’t care if she spits nails,” the agent popped his neck. “As long as she agrees to do this, we’ll all be fine.”

“She won’t agree,” Souta spoke as though he were talking to a two year old. “She hates feds as much as she hates Naraku.”

“Keh.”

“Would you listen to the deal, wench?”

“No,” she moved about the small office, stacking and filing papers.

He growled in his throat before taking a deep breath and continuing, “We’ve been trying to bring down Naraku for 18 months now. If you help us, we’ll clear your record and you’ll be rid of an annoyance.”

“I’ve already told you no,” she arched an eyebrow at him.

He smiled coldly, violet eyes glinting dangerously. “Then we’ll bring you in on, what is it, thirty-seven counts of murder.”

“Good,” she smiled brightly. “I won’t have to deal with that asshole anymore.”

“Not to mention the equal thirty-seven charges of accessory to murder we’ll bring against your brother.”

The papers dropped from her hands. “I don’t care what you do to me, you stay the hell away from my brother.”

“No can do,” his smile didn’t falter. “Unless you agree to work with us.”

She sat heavily in the chair behind the desk. “What do I have to do?”

“Help us bring down Naraku,” he said simply.

“Impossible,” she snorted.

“I beg to differ,” Miroku spoke up finally. “He’s been getting sloppy.”

“Naraku isn’t one man,” Kagome looked at him sadly. “Naraku’s an organization of the best assassins. There’s no way you’re going to be able to take them all on.”

“Explain,” the sharp order came from Inuyasha.

“The leader, Onigumo, is the one that’s gotten sloppy,” a wry smile curved her lips. “He’s the ‘shoot first ask questions later’ type. Preferred weapon is a pair of Glocks that he usually leaves at the scene.”

Miroku blinked. Alright, just how many of these psychos were there?

“Then there’s Blade,” the smile turned genuine. “She’s a character. She loves the fans.”

“Assassins have fanclubs?” Miroku ventured.

“Not those fans,” she pressed a button underneath the desk and a drawer slid out. Inside were ordinary looking Chinese fans. “These fans.”

“She papercuts them to death?” Inuyasha snorted. “Heaven help us.”

Shaking her head, Kagome reverently picked up one of the fans. “You always did lack finesse.” Snapping it open, she called out, “Souta!”

Always prepared, he threw a small paper airplane at her. The raven-haired woman quickly used the fan to slash at it. The ‘airplane’ fell to her desk in ribbons.

“Steel edged,” she explained, carefully closing the weapon. “Nasty little buggers.”

Miroku grinned shakily. “C- continue.”

“Then there’s Wolf,” the hidden drawer was pushed closed. “Simple, straightforward, bullet to the head.”

There was an odd look in her eye that the two men didn’t really feel like mentioning.

“Snake,” she continued. “Little twerp likes to sneak poisonous snakes into the room. Bastard almost got me a couple of times. Actually I’m not sure if the idiot’s even male. Anyway, White’s the next one. She is a flat-out genius. She-“ the woman paused for a moment. “You remember the Kentucky senator a year ago, died of a heart-attack in his sleep?”

“Yeah,” Miroku nodded. “Why?”

“Wasn’t a heart-attack,” she smiled proudly. “That took a fucking week to set up.”

Inuyasha’s hand quickly began massaging his temples. “Can’t arrest her,” he muttered to himself. “Can’t arrest her.”

Kagome grinned at him. “Chem’s are more White’s specialty though. She has one that makes it look like asphyxiation. Goddamn, that’s cool to watch. Pissed that she stole my hit, but it’s cool to watch.”

Souta hid a laugh at the looks on the agents’ faces.

“Anyway, those are the major players,” she shrugged. “My informant keeps me posted on the newbies, and believe me when I say that there are a ton of them.”

“Informant?” Miroku’s eye’s lit up.

“Yep,” she nodded, “It’s a standard bi-week, GFI pass-off. He’s been pretty accurate.”

“Sure it ain’t an ‘SFI’?” Inuyasha’s lip quirked.

“I’m going to ignore that.”

Miroku glanced between the two, “Translation please.”

“He’s a goods-for-info informant,” his partner explained.

“Your perverted friend asked if I was sure it wasn’t a ‘sex-for-info’ trade,” Kagome’s face was devoid of emotion.

Souta chuckled weakly while Inuyasha snorted a laugh. “You think I’m the perverted one?”

Miroku glared at him. “Moving on, when do you meet with this informant of yours again?”

“Next Tuesday.”

“You don’t mind if we tape that do you?”

The woman looked to her brother. “He does a wire scan every time.”

“You’re lying,” Inuyasha looked smug.

“Really now?”

“You broke eye contact,” he tilted his head, rattling off reasons. “You’re looking to your brother for back-up, you’re drumming your fingers, and if this informant of yours was in fact working to help you, he wouldn’t care if you were wired.”

“Fine,” she glared at him. “I do mind if you tape it.”

“Any particular reason why?” Miroku asked gently.

She didn’t answer.

“Unless it is an SFI,” Inuyasha narrowed his eyes.

Kagome’s panicked eyes met his for a split second.

“That’s what I thought,” he grimaced.

Miroku gaped at the woman in front of him. She simply turned to stare out the window.

“Be at the airport tomorrow at 7:00 AM,” the long-haired man stood stiffly, whapped his partner upside the head, and moved for the door, his neat, dark ponytail swaying behind him.

“Bring whatever you need, chems, weapons, clothes,” the door shut behind the two.

Kagome slumped in the chair and looked to her brother, hopelessly. “I’m sorry.”

“I told you, she’s a tough nut to crack,” the blue-eyed male smirked.

“All it takes is three words to get her to open her legs,” the glare was turned to the other assassin. “But you still haven’t gotten her into the group?”

“She’s not going to join. Might as well kill the slut if she’s pissing you off.”

“Fine,” Onigumo smiled cruelly. “She’s your next assignment. Next time you meet her.”

There was a short nod and the other man turned to leave.

Onigumo had a sudden thought. “And, Kouga?”

The dark-haired man turned.

“Make it messy.”

A/N:...So yeah...Hints at subtext, check. Weird aliases, check. Plot beginning, check. Kouga on Onigumo's team, che-What the hell?

Anyway, drop me a line. I love to hear from you guys. Criticism accepted, flames ignored. Oooh, and first person to tell me who goes to what alias gets a virtual cookie...