InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Red Sun Rising ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Police / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.16.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 233 | Status: Completed
Recap: “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?”
“Why what?” he asked a bit dumbly.
“You know exactly ‘what’, Saishi,” the voice sneered. “I want to know why.”
And with that he was turned around to face a very angry, very emotional assassin…And her handgun, but it took a moment to register that.
“I’m sorry,” he said lightly, frowning. “I’ve just been slammed into a wall here: I’m a little bit confused. What exactly did I do?”
“Girl about my height,” Kagome sneered. “Looked a bit like me. Grey eyes. Involved in the case. “ The barrel of the handgun was pressed a little more forcefully into his temple. “Any of this ringing a bell?”
He looked at her dryly. “A gong, actually. I still have no clue what I did and why you’re so pissed about it.”
“She was my sister, dumbass, “ the assassin snarled, shaking him. “You shot her.”
Inuyasha blinked. “What?”
Kagome shook her head. “You really thought I wouldn’t find out? You thought she was working for you. Onigumo thought she was working for him. Both of you found out. You placed a hit on her. You shot my sister.”
“Kagome,” he tried gently. “I didn’t, I-“
The assassin cut him off, her finger pressing ever so lightly on the trigger. “Give me one reason – one fucking good reason – why I should believe you.”
Losing his patience, Inuyasha finally raised his voice. “Because I was going to marry her, okay!”
Shock and what may have been hurt flashed across the woman’s face and she released him.
“I was going to marry her,” he reiterated, calmer now.
The gun fell from her hand and she began backing away from him. “I- I nearly…I just…”
Slowly moving towards her, Inuyasha tried to appear as harmless as possible. “Kagome, you need to calm down.”
“I could have killed you,” she was talking to the floor now. “Would have killed you.”
“You didn’t,” he reassured.
She hit the opposite wall and breathed out, “I believed him.”
“Believed who?”
Rather than answer him, Kagome turned and fled.
“Shit!” the cry drew the agent’s attention to the open door, just as Souta flew by him and after his sister. “Sis! Don’t do this!”
Inuyasha looked to Sango. The woman raised her hands in innocence and idly began whistling the Twilight Zone theme.
Once Kagome had reached the outside air, she immediately dropped to her knees. Her hands cradled her head as her frenzied mind tried to sort out the events of the past hour.
She had no idea what Naraku had been playing at or even how he’d known who she was working with: an audio bug could only tell so much.
They needed to find the mole, and fast. Denials be damned, Wolf was going to be getting a visit from her and it would not be pleasant.
The next morning was tense. Souta watched his sister carefully as she and Saishi avoided saying more than three words at a time to each other. Sango was typically taciturn, but even she was unusually quiet.
Miroku on the other hand…
“Jeez, trouble in paradise?” the agent smiled, setting the trays of Starbucks on the table. “Don’t tell me you two are already having relationship problems! Didn’t you read the script: Fun and games of the horizontal kind, then the angst!”
Sango decided that, while it would be fun to watch her superiors slaughter the agent, she should probably keep the man out of trouble. Who knew, the pervert might actually prove useful.
“I’d strongly advise you to remain silent,” the colonel remarked.
“Those two are doing enough of that for all of us,” Miroku gestured to the pair, who were now quite diligently glaring at him.
Still glaring at the man, Kagome spoke to her brother. “Call the informant back. Tell him I won’t accept ‘no’ for an answer.”
Inuyasha’d had his doubts about this ‘informant’ from the moment he heard about him. When he’d found out about the SFI exchange, he’d begun not liking the man. It was pretty fair to say that now, knowing where the man stood in the organization, he hated the bastard.
Kaede was leaning back in her chair, waiting, along with the rest of the team, for Kagome’s call.
It had only been an hour ago when the assassin had headed out, rolling her eyes at the informant’s choice of rendezvous and Inuyasha had the sinking feeling that this was going to be a long night.
He impatiently tapped his fingers on the arm of his own chair, an action that only caused the room’s occupants to stare at him. He looked from face to face before letting out a frustrated growl.
Standing, he headed for the door. “I’m going out!” he called over his shoulder.
Watching the door slam shut, Kaede only sighed.
Kagome stared openly at the motel. She could already smell the foul bouquet of scents that floated from the various rooms. If this had been a horror movie, she wouldn’t be within ten miles of the shithole. Unfortunately, this wasn’t a movie.
Stiffening her resolve, she made her way towards the stairs. Damn Wolf for getting a room on the top anyway.
She eventually reached 306 and knocked, sighing when, true to cliché, the action caused the six to turn upside down.
The voice that called “Enter” didn’t really sound like Wolf. Maybe Wolf with a really bad headcold, but she’d never known him to be sick.
Wishing that she hadn’t left her gun behind, she forced the door open, pushing her way into the dark room.
The door shut behind her and she let her eyes adjust to the dark. Naturally, there was a bed, a nightstand, a lamp, and that dark rectangle may have been a bible. Kagome shook her head, thinking sarcastically that the motel had probably even left stationary around here somewhere.
There was silence for a few minutes before Kagome got annoyed. “C’mon Wolf, tell me what I need to know, take what you want, and let’s go.”
A slight snicker answered her. “Unfortunately,” the voice simpered. “Wolf couldn’t make it. He sent me instead. Unlike him, I really don’t give a shit whether you live or die…Unfortunately for you.”
Senses on full alert, Kagome lunged for the nearest possible light source: the lamp. Twisting the knob, hating the clicks it let out, she nearly threw the thing when no light emerged.
The snicker turned into a laugh. “Perhaps I should have warned you, I’ve…disabled the lights. Nothing personal, you see, I just prefer it this way. Much more dramatic,” she could feel the man’s breath on her neck and she froze. “Don’t you think?”
Driving her elbow back into the man’s stomach, she felt a searing pain in her shoulder before wet warmth made its way down.
“What kind of asshole,” she darted away, keeping her voice light, “brings a knife to a fist-fight?”
The voice’s humor turned to a sneer. “What?” he was barely five feet from her. “You don’t like my present?”
“I’m always up for a challenge,” she retorted. “Usually though, my opponents aren’t cowards.”
If the roar was anything to go by, she’d hit a nerve. She heard fabric rustle to her left and dodged right. The blade sliced through her shirt and barely nicked her side.
“You’re going to have to do a lot better than that,” she chided, stepping back, feeling for any possible weapons.
The man stayed silent.
Her hand bumped into something solid. Great, a chair. What the hell was she supposed to do with a fuckin’ armchair?
She again heard the movement of fabric and quickly flipped over the back of the chair, receiving a gash down her calf for her effort. She landed in a crouch, wounded leg colliding with the floor, and stifled a hiss.
“C’mon, darling,” the man spoke again. “I know you’re hurt. All anyone wants is cooperation. You help us, we help you.”
Kagome felt around her. Where there’s a chair, there has to be a- There! She grasped the central support of the flimsy table, hefting it.
“Of course, if you agree to a certain condition-“
The assassin quickly flung the weak weapon at the voice, allowing a small amount of pride at the resulting curse. She heard the thud of the man’s body hitting the ground and dove to attack him.
She felt the blade cut into the muscle of her side before he pulled it back to try for a vital area. She let out a small pained noise and instinctively moved to avoid his strike: she was pretty sure the resulting slash would scar.
Grabbing her flailing arm, the man twisted, rolling them. Sitting on her stomach, he sneered, “I prefer this position, don’t you?”
She didn’t have a chance to answer before the door was kicked in and, after a split-second’s pause, a single shot rang out.
The man’s body slumped over her, pinning her. Craning her neck awkwardly, she looked back at the door. ‘I know that stance,’ she mused.
Before her now-tired mind could place it, the figure shook its head, muttering, “Fucker.”
Kagome’s breath left her in a rush. “Saishi?” she panted out.
The agent found the lightswitch and flipped it, bathing the room in a yellow glow. “You alright?”
“Better than I could be,” she admitted.
“He is an ugly motherfucker, isn’t he?” he sounded about as amused as a man reading his death sentence.
“Wouldn’t know,” the man’s weight was nearly crushing her. “Didn’t look.”
Saishi snorted, giving the man’s side a brutal kick, rolling him off of her. He grimaced before helping her up, guiding her to sit on the bed and handing her a phone. “Call Kaede, then we’ll get you fixed up.”
Onigumo frowned at the metallic scent of blood in the room. Wolf was obviously nowhere to be found: he’d taken off at the last second, sending in one of the underlings to take care of their little pest.
Flipping on the light, he smothered a scream of frustration. ‘Shink’ sat in the dingy room’s armchair, a bullet through his head and a note pinned to his chest.
Onigumo ripped the blade from the dead man’s chest and snatched the note.
‘Asshole,’ the note began. ‘Sorry, try again.’ It was signed ‘Higurashi.’
Fortunately, Inuyasha discovered that Kagome’s wounds were mostly superficial. The puncture in her side and the gash on her leg would require a bit of care, but she had fared pretty well.
She’d hissed and made a few threats to emasculate him while he’d cleaned her wounds but it was more for show than out of any genuine outrage.
Grinning, he made sure he used the most painful cleanser he could find as he cleaned the gash on her leg. He dabbed the chemical on and watched it react to the dirt in the wound.
“Son of a bitch!” the assassin yelled.
“You gonna pull this shit again?”
She grumbled something at him.
“Wrong answer.” He dabbed a bit more of the chemical on the gash and she yelped. “You can bitch all you want but we’re a team. You remember how teams work, right?”
Glowering at him, she nodded.
“Good,” he replaced the cap on the bottle and reached for the gauze. “First thing’s first: no more secrets.”
She snorted slightly.
Gently covering the wound, he continued. “I do something, you tell me. Don’t let Onigumo bring it up first. If I piss you off, I want to know.”
“Saishi,” her voice was weary. “You’re pissing me off.”
Finishing the bandage, he shook his head. “Go to bed, Bitch.”
“Go to Hell, Asshole,” she smiled at him, falling into the forgotten banter. Pushing herself off the table, she gingerly tested her wounded leg. Satisfied, she nodded at him and left the room.
Watching her leave, he frowned. “Been there, Sweetheart,” he murmured.
A/N2: For it is Inuyasha and Kagome, king and queen of angst and faulty communication...Oh, wait, that's Romeo and Juliet...Never mind then.
Miroku was a bit more...Well, Miroku... And just which side is Kouga/Wolf on?
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