InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Resurrection Remixed ❯ Mina Gets His... ( Chapter 15 )

Part Fifteen: Mina gets his…

 

 

Inuyasha whistled as he stood back and watched Rin. “Where did you learn about this kind of thing?” he asked his brother's mate.

Rin grinned at him. “If I told you then I'd have to kill you,” she said. Inuyasha only chuckled in response. “So what do you think?”

“I think you are fucking brilliant,” he said to the younger woman as he hugged her. “This is definitely going to help.”

“Hey hey. What's this?” Sesshomaru asked as he walked into the room and looked the two over. Inuyasha smirked and pulled Rin even closer pressing his cheek against hers.

“Oh no Rin! We've been caught.”

Rin only giggled as she pushed her brother in law away. She moved over to Sesshomaru and tip toed to place a kiss on his chin. “Hey baby.”

“Beautiful,” Sesshomaru said as he wrapped an arm around her and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “It's good to see you two getting along again,” he commented.

They both spun to face him with surprised eyes. “You knew?” Rin asked.

Inuyasha snorted. “Everyone knew.”

“You didn't say anything? Try to help me,” Sesshomaru said slightly annoyed.

Inuyasha grinned. “I figured it could end one of two ways. Either everything worked itself out and Rin knew you didn't want that bitch Kanna, or she would kill the both of you and I'd have to help her bury the bodies.”

“Gee thanks,” Sesshomaru said dryly to his still smiling brother. He then turned back to the machine they were admiring before. “So it's done?”

“Yup,” Rin answered as she moved away to stroke her hand over it. “These beauties are finished.”

“I'd still like to know where you got a hold of them,” Sesshomaru said to her and Rin nodded.

“I'll tell you later,” she answered.

“Wait a minute. I asked about them too and you told me that you'd have to kill me if you told me,” Inuyasha said with a childish pout. “Why can you tell him and not me?”

Rin laughed. “Cause I don't like you like that,” Rin said and laughed even harder at the glare he sent her way. “Come on boys. Let's test these babies out.”

 

 

 

Kagome stuck her head around the door and saw Sango lying in bed. She had thought the girl was asleep until she heard a deep sigh. Sango rolled over in bed and turned to face the door. Her face lit up when she sat up and motioned Kagome to come in.

“Hey,” Kagome said as she entered the room and walked over to the side of the bed.

“Hey Kagome. Have a seat,” Sango said as she scooted over to make space for the girl. “What's up?”

“I just came by to see how you're doing,” Kagome told her friend. “But I saw that you were resting and didn't want to bother you.”

“You're not bothering me. Please don't go,” Sango said with such desperation she caused Kagome to laugh.

“Bored are you?” the other woman asked.

“You have no idea. Since Miroku found out about the baby he wouldn't allow me to do anything. He's always telling me to rest. I'm sick and tired of resting!” Sango all but screamed. “I've lay in this bed and counted the tiles on the ceiling fifteen times. I feel like I'm going crazy!”

Kagome only laughed even harder at the woman. “I'm sorry,” she said between laughter. “It's not funny but…”

Sango scowled at her laughing friend and folded her arms under her breasts. She turned her head and muttered something dirty causing Kagome to laugh even louder. “You gotta get me out of here.”

“And be on Miroku's death list? No thanks.”

“I'm sick and tired of being in bed all day. I'm not used to this and I'm especially not used to him waiting on me hand and foot. It's getting on my damn nerves.”

“Sango,” a voice called from another part of the apartment. “You shouldn't curse. The baby will hear you.”

Sango gave Kagome a look and pointed at the door as to say that proved her point. Kagome only burst into another bout of laughter. “You're carrying his baby Sango. He's bound to get a little crazy.”

“Oh yeah. We'll see if this is so funny when you get pregnant,” Sango said and then immediately regretted her words. Thinking back to almost two years ago, she realized that was a callous thing to say. “Oh Kagome I'm so sorry.”

Kagome smiled at her friend and waived it off. Yeah it hurt to think about it sometimes but she had accepted it and moved on. “Don't worry about it. There'll be others. So…how about I convince Miroku to let us have a girl's day out and we spend the day together?”

“I will love you forever,” Sango said fervently causing Kagome to laugh again. Happily she lay back in bed and watched Kagome to leave the room. She couldn't wait to get the hell out of there.

 

 

 

He tested the weight of the sword in his hand and gripped the handle tighter. It had been a while since he'd last used it. Since he felt the urge…the bloodlust. He could feel his demon fighting for control and he very nearly let it rule. He knew though that nothing would get accomplished that way. He would be no closer to destroying the Makotos. He knew he needed to concentrate and his anger would not help. He placed down his sword and removed his shirt. He needed to be loose.

He stretched his toned body to relax the muscles and took a deep breath. He knew the only thing now that could calm him down was a bit of Tai Chi. As he moved slowly; he forced all bad thoughts from his mind. It wouldn't do if he was still caught up on what was bothering him. It was easier said than done. Everything seemed to be weighing down on him. Nothing was going right. He'd made a promise to himself to avenge his father's death and so far he was finding that almost impossible to do.

He'd hired two of the best assassins in the world, hell he'd even bought a decorated police detective and everything failed. Every move he made was blocked by that damn family. He felt as if he could do nothing right and he hadn't felt like this since he was sixteen years old and trying to impress his father. Thinking about his father made him angrier and he picked up the sword.

Naraku had been a hard man to live with. He was brutal at best and downright sadistic. He cared more about power than his own family. Hiten had done everything in his power to get the man's acceptance and recognition but even to the man's dying day he saw his oldest son as a failure. He knew he should just give up. He should be happy that his deadbeat dad was dead but he just couldn't let it go. They hadn't given him time. They hadn't given him time to show his father that he was worthy. They took that chance from him and for that the Makotos would die.

As he thought about the Makotos, he swung his sword violently. Slicing it through the air, he imagined it be Inuyasha's throat. He could almost see the death of the man. He would behead him and he would enjoy every moment of it. He then stabbed the air as he thought about embedding his sword into the hearts of Sesshomaru and Miroku. Especially that damn Miroku. He'd gotten one of Hiten's own to spy on him. He should have known Yura couldn't be trusted and took pleasure in killing her. He'd stabbed the traitorous bitch in the heart as she lay beneath him. He'd of course made sure that he came before he killed her. No use wasting a good fuck.

He growled when he heard a knock on the dojo door. Who the fuck was disturbing him now? He'd given specific orders not to be bothered. “What?”

“L-L-Lord Hiten,” a shaky voice said as the door opened and one of his followers stuck his head inside.

“What is it?” the man asked angrily as he lowered his sword.

“A package came for you sir. It seemed very important and I thought you might want it now.”

Hiten raised a brow at the servant. It could have fucking waited. Who the hell was sending him a package anyway? He hadn't ordered anything. “Well since you decided it was important enough to interrupt my training bring it over.”

Hiten watched impatiently as the scared man brought over the small package and handing it over to him. He snatched it out of the man's hand with a growl and began to unwrap it. With the brown paper gone, just a plain white box was left. He shook it and heard rattling inside and frowned. He then flipped the cover and scowled. Lifting the object from the box he took a moment to stare at it. It was a finger. The right ring finger to be exact with the ring still attached. The ring of his family crest. He knew immediately whose finger it was.

“Brother,” he whispered as tears filled his eyes. The gasp from the other man in the room caught his attention. He must have done something to scare the man because he was taking cautious steps backwards. Manten growled at the man but he only stood shaking.

“Sir?” he asked softly. He was scared shitless. He'd heard of Hiten's temper and knew these could be his last moments.

Hiten shook his head and the red out of his eyes. He tucked the finger into his pocket. “Prepare the men,” was all he said then went back to sparring with his invisible enemy.

The man didn't have to be told twice. He scurried from the room to do his lord's bidding.

 

 

 

For twenty years Matsu Mina was a good cop. A great cop if you asked him. He had many commendations from the chief of police. He had many other various awards and he was proud of them. That was then. Now…he was a dirty cop running for his life. After twenty odd years, he'd given into the scum of the city and accepted money to help a criminal. It was that damn Makoto boy. If he hadn't gotten under Mina's skin none of this would have happened. He would still be a good cop. He wouldn't have to hide out fearing that he would be killed at any moment.

He knew even before he did it that luring Inuyasha Makoto to that warehouse that night was wrong. He knew that nothing good was going to happen but he wanted revenge. He wanted revenge on the man that made him look like an idiot. He took furtive glances around himself as he entered the building. As of late all of his business dealings had occurred at night and he was still as nervous as the first time. He looked up at the high-rise and although a few of the lights were on, it did nothing to reassure him. He went in took a quick glance at the security guard, who ignored him, and over to the elevator. After getting in the car and pressing the button for the top floor, he waited for it to ascend.

On his way up, he couldn't help but feel scared. He had no idea what this meeting was all about. All he knew was that he received a phone call telling him where to be and at what time. He knew ignoring the command would cost his life and he wasn't about to risk it. He looked at his reflection in the shiny elevator doors and hardly recognized the man staring back at him. He just wasn't the same person.

When the doors opened again, Mina stepped onto the floor and took a look around. It was dimly lit with most of the light coming from the receptionist desk. He slowly walked over to the desk to find a beautiful young woman seated behind it.

Her jet black hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head. She had bright blue eyes and her full lips were painted red. Black rimmed glasses were perched on her nose and when she looked up at him he thought she looked like a sexy librarian. She also looked vaguely familiar.

“Goodnight Mr. Mina,” the woman said in a sultry voice. She stood up to greet him and he was able to take her in fully. She wore a tight fitting red top to match the color of her lips and a pencil skirt fitting to her every curve. “You are right on time. He will like that.”

“He? Who is he?” mina asked. The person that had contacted him had been female. He was starting to believe that maybe it was this very woman contacting him for her boss.

“He prefers it to be a pleasant surprise,” she said with a shake of her head. She walked from around the desk in heels that looked painful but she didn't seem to notice. She opened the office door for him and gave him a smile. “You can go in. he's expecting you.”

Mina nodded and after giving the woman one last longing look, he walked past her and into the office. He turned back to look at her one last time only to see her smile had changed. It was decidedly more evil.

“Good luck,” she said then shut the door behind him. Mina had never been more scared in his life. He turned to face the room then and saw that it was empty. It was expensively decorate with a rich mahogany desk in the middle of the room. There were matching chairs in front of it and he decided to take a seat and wait for whoever he was meeting. Just as he made himself comfortable a voice interrupted the peace of the room.

“Goodnight Mr. Mina. It's so nice to see you again.”

Mina sat in shock as the chair on the other side of the desk spun around and he came face to face with Inuyasha Takahashi.

From the other side of the door, Kagome could hear the crying and pleading of the other man. She only turned up the volume on her I-pod and continued polishing her nails.