InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Red Sun Rising ❯ Old Friends, Espionage, and Betrayal ( Chapter 3 )
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Police / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.26.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 290 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue. K?
A/N: So, Siren's been bugging me and I decided to work on this one for a while...I thought I'd posted the first few scenes from this chap, but lo-and-behold, I hadn't. Sango gets involved and the mysterious sister shows up. Identities have mostly been guessed, but watch out for a clue as to Snake's.
Sango glared at the building in front of her. Cracking her neck, she proceeded forward.
“Hold it,” an agent unlucky enough to be relegated to security duty stopped her. “I need ID.”
Sango was about to let him have it when a somewhat familiar voice answered instead. “She’s with me. Got a problem with it?”
The agent hurriedly waved her through. Sango trotted up to the woman she’d once seen as a sister.
“Kagome? I didn’t know you worked with the Bureau.”
“I don’t,” the other woman answered shortly, already moving deeper into the building. “Saishi called me in on a favor.”
“Saishi?”
“C’mon!” Kagome threw an incredulous glance over her shoulder. “You didn’t know he was in here? His partner’s a piece of work; peace-nik and whatnot.”
Sango shrugged mildly. “He didn’t seem the type.”
“Yeah,” the woman nodded. “I thought that too, ‘til he showed up at my apartment demanding I work for him.”
Sango let out a snort; that sounded like Saishi.
Kagome threw open a set of double doors, chiming, “Souta! News?”
“He says no,” Souta shoved his cinnamon colored bangs out of his eyes.
Sango surveyed the room. Saishi was flipping a butterfly knife open and closed. Some unknown agent with short, black hair was practically begging him to quit, saying it made him nervous. Kagome was scowling, waiting for someone to answer their phone, and Souta was rolling his eyes.
“Please?” the unknown male whined. “You know I hate that thing!”
Saishi simply flipped it closed again, waved a greeting to Sango, and then went back to toying with the knife, his expression close to devious.
Kagome, who’d been watching him, shook her head, motioning for him to toss it over. Grinning, he did.
The unknown agent sighed in relief, relaxing into his chair.
Sango leaned against a wall. Bunch of psychos this was.
Still holding the cell phone to her ear with one hand, Kagome began an intricate series of moves with the knife, ending by tossing it back to Saishi.
Inuyasha chuckled as his partner ducked reflexively when the assassin threw the, now closed, knife. Catching the weapon, he repeated the series Kagome had done, tacking on a few moves of his own, and introduced the new arrival. “Sango, meet the pervert, Miroku. Miroku, touch Sango and you’ll probably have three people out to kill you.”
“Four,” came the dry voice from the doorway. “Put that away, Saishi. It’s an illegal weapon, remember.”
“But very useful,” Kagome added in an undertone. “Damnit Wolf, pick up.”
A muffled response emerged from the line and the assassin immediately launched into a profanity-riddled rant, the gist of which was ‘what the hell do you mean “no”?’.
“Good morning to you, too,” Kaede looked to the others in the room for an explanation.
“Informant,” Souta shrugged.
Sango looked from one person to the next for some kind of news. “Why am I here?”
Miroku smiled broadly. “Because, my lady, we needed someone of your…” he looked her up and down, grinning all the while, “elegance.”
Sango’s military training forced her back to become rigid. She looked to Kagome for a moment.
The assassin paused in glaring at the short-haired agent long enough to give her a nod.
Sango turned to Saishi, who rolled his eyes and looked away; his form of approval.
Satisfied that both of her former superiors consented, Sango marched forward, slapped Miroku, pivoted on her heel, and returned to her place against the wall. The agent rubbed his cheek for a few seconds, then grinned again, “Can I marry you?”
The colonel was just about to repeat the process when Kagome let out a seething, “He what?!”
Holding up a finger to forestall any questions the assassin continued with her call. “I understand. No…No…Listen to me, we’ll come up with something…You know how to contact me. Don’t use this number again.”
The cell was thrown onto the table. Kagome looked to Saishi, then Sango before speaking again. “Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees.”
Souta stared at his sister. “Care to explain that?”
“Not here,” Inuyasha answered for her. “C’mon.”
The six had left the building and were heading south along 9th Street before anyone opened their mouths.
“Who knows?” Kagome spoke tersely. “In the Bureau.”
“Not many,” Miroku shrugged.
“Maybe twenty,” Kaede added.
“Twenty-four,” Inuyasha corrected. “That I’ve had direct contact with. I don’t know how many they’ve talked to.”
Kagome smiled grimly. “One of ‘em’s a rat.”
“Whaddaya know,” Sango didn’t sound surprised. “Guess that idiotic music system came in handy…For once.”
“Are you sure that room was bugged?” Inuyasha was piecing everything together it seemed. Finally.
“’A pervert,’” Kagome quoted. “’Perfect. Blade should do the trick. Newbie’s a spitfire though. Gotta call in the big guns.’”
Sango smirked proudly, while Miroku sputtered.
Sango’s smirk faded as she realized something. “Then the informant…”
“Hell yeah, Wolf’s in on it,” Kagome grinned triumphantly. “He’s part of the damn inner circle. Onigumo thinks Snake’s going to turn on him so he’s bringing Wolf closer. Even gave him a Top Priority assignment.”
The hamster turning the wheel in Saishi’s brain was apparently working overtime. He spoke formally, “Director Thompson, I request that Agent Taira and myself provide residence for our …guests.”
Kaede, rather than simply nod, began formulating her own plan. “Saishi, you stay with Taira. Our guests can use your flat for the time being. “
“Home sweet Bachelor Pad,” Kagome sighed, looking around the small flat. Walking off for a self-guided ‘tour’ she shook her head. “He works for the FBI and can only afford this?”
Sango shrugged, “Maybe this is all he wants.”
Arching an eyebrow at the full-size bed, complete with cotton sheets, and the ragged carpet, dyed burgundy, the assassin pursed her lips. “And maybe that ‘prick of a brother’ of his took his paycheck.”
Souta, having taken his own tour and stumbled on the game/technology room, delightedly called, “Sis, if you ever come out of this relationship-hating phase, I totally give you permission to marry this guy!”
“Well, hot damn, Squirt! That’s just what I wanted for Christmas: permission to date! If I’m really good, will ya let me fuck him?”
Following her voice, the Comms wiz made his way to the bedroom, dryly adding, “At this point, you’re abusing sarcasm.”
Sango snorted. “I’ll take the couch, you two can duke it out over the bed.”
Souta shrugged, exchanging a glance with his sister. “Flip a coin?”
A knock cut off her response.
Signaling to Sango to stay back, the assassin made her way to the door. Smoothly drawing her handgun, a relatively small ASP, from its holster, she reached for the knob, half-expecting it to be Saishi.
Throwing the door open, Kagome leveled the weapon at the visitor. The dark-haired man back-pedaled quickly before staring at her.
“I thought Saishi lived here?” he checked the number on the door, confused.
“He’s staying with a friend,” the woman raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”
“Uh, Bankotsu,” he smiled nervously. “D’you have a permit for that?”
Kagome didn’t answer, opting to shut the door in his face instead.
Bankotsu stared at the wood for a moment before spinning on his heel and heading for the exit. Jakotsu was going to love this.
“I thought I told you not to answer the door,” Inuyasha answered after a long silence.
Kagome pulled the phone from her ear, glared at it for a moment, then replaced it. “And just what was I supposed to do? If he’d been a hostile, he would have gotten in.”
“Then you’d have shot him,” Saishi was getting impatient. “Just don’t answer the damn door, alright?”
“Careful, Saishi,” the assassin smirked. “Someone will start thinking you care.”
A dial tone answered her. Kagome rolled her eyes, grinning to herself; Inuyasha was just too easy to mess with. “I’m going for a walk,” she announced to her new flatmates. “Don’t answer the door.”
Sango peered around the corner from the kitchen. “And if it’s Saishi?”
The other woman thought for a moment before smirking, “Let him stay out there ‘til I get back.”
Sango laughed while Souta glared at his sister.
Kagome had just gotten to one of DC’s few natural areas when someone surprised her.
“So, Babes, what’s this I hear about you going fed?”
Rolling her eyes, Kagome reholstered her gun and turned to face Onigumo. “One: Not willingly. Two: Fuck off.”
“Can’t do that.”
“You murdered my sister. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”
“Babes, the first three-hundred times you said that, it was amusing. Now, it’s just kinda boring,” Onigumo winced in mock-sympathy.
Kagome sneered and aimed her pistol at his head.
Holding up his hands, Onigumo backtracked quickly. “Especially since it’s not true.”
Her aim faltered. “What the hell are you saying?”
“Babes, think about it: she was working for me. Why would I kill such a valuable resource?”
Kagome shrugged. “’Cause you’re a fucking psychopath?”
Onigumo sighed. Realized that this was going nowhere, he asked gently, “What do you know about your sister’s death?”
“There was a hit placed on her,” Kagome frowned. “You took it. You killed her.”
“I didn’t mean that.”
When she faltered again, he gently took hold of her weapon, pointing it away from himself. “I meant about how she died.”
“She was shot,” the smaller assassin insisted stubbornly. “By you.”
Onigumo looked at her sadly. “Babes, what’s my M.O.?”
“Glock,” she answered mechanically. “As many bullets as possible.”
“Your sister was killed with a single shot to the heart,” he informed her, watching with a mixture of pity and glee as she seemed to crumble. “From a Beretta.”
“How could you know that?” she stared resolutely past him, forcing herself not to cry or claw his eyes out.
“I was there,” he whispered. “I saw it.”
Her eyes shot to his. “Who?”
Onigumo smothered a grin. He had her right where he wanted her.
Inuyasha did not like being locked out. Especially not out of his own damn apartment.
“Souta, I swear to god, if you do not let me in right now, I will kick your ass all the way back to New Mexico.”
The young man’s voice made its way through the filter of the door. “Sorry man, Sis’s orders. And I fear her ass-kicking much more than yours.”
Inuyasha’s roar of frustration was somewhat cut off by his being slammed into the wall.
“I just want to know one thing before I kill you, “ a voice barely recognizable as human, much less female, snarled into his ear. “Why?”
A/N2: In the immortal words of Scooby Doo: Ruh-roh...