InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Settling the Score ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or its other characters… they belong to Takahashi

 

Reference:

“Talking”

`Thinking'

 

Settling the Score

 

Chapter one

 

Today was a special day. It was as special as any day could possibly get. To celebrate the coming of spring, Tokyo high was fully decorated and filled with people ready to have some fun. There were some multi-cultural meals, concert and theater showings, and lots of little games for the younger audience. Everything was set to accommodate all three races: humans, demons and the mixed.

 

“This is so much fun!”

 

Four girls sat at one of the picnic tables. One was wearing an apron, another a very intricate layered kimono and the other two were dressed in some of the 1890's western outfits. Three of the girls gushed over each other and their accomplishments, complimenting their looks and agreeing on how great the food turned out this year.

 

“At least this time you didn't burn them Eri!”

 

Said girl simply huff in outrage. Sticking her nose in the air, she replied, “I'm a great cook! I just lost track of time, last year.” Looking back at her two chit-chat companions, a smirk crossed her face. “And I was right about you two.”

 

Yuka and Ayumi looked at Eri with innocent eyes. “What?”

 

“Yuka, you can't sing for nothing! And Ayumi, I'm sorry, but you suck at acting. See what a good idea it was to switch your roles this year? Isn't that right Kagome?”

 

The fourth member of their group was completely lost to them. As usual, her mind was off to some distant land. That's how she's been for the last three years, ever since that episode that took her family's lives.

 

“Kagome?” Eri waved her hand in front of the said girl's face. Frowning at her failure to get her friend's attention, she resulted to more drastic measures. She tipped her bottle of water to rinse her hand.

 

Kagome felt something moist hit her face in tiny prickles. “Wha— Hey!” She looked at her friends who were trying to hide their giggles, while Eri was drying her hand on her apron.

 

Eri snapped her fingers at Kagome's face. “Come on girl! You keep zoning out on us.”

 

Blushing, Kagome averted her eyes. “Sorry. I've just got a lot on my mind.” Looking back up at her friends, they were expecting her to continue. Kagome stared back, non-pulsed. Three teens narrowed their eyes at her. Kagome blinked innocently. “I meant with spring celebration and all.” Diverting her eyes once again, she continued. “I've been so busy with school and this play that I haven't had time to just sit and relax a minute.”

 

The girls seem to like her explanation and decided to let the subject drop, preferring to comment their well done performances again. Kagome smiled for good measures and whenever necessary, but once more, her thoughts drifted to an existence beyond her teenage life.

 

xXxXx

 

Yellow tape marked the territory off limits, police men keeping guard at the frontiers. The grand house, now a restricted area, belonged to one of Japan's great mafia lords. Musou was found, in his office by a very much traumatized maid, all in a tangled heap of flesh. His entire bureau was in a mess, suggesting some sort of struggle, and the whole place was smudged with blood.

 

“Repulsive…”

 

Dark violet eyes scanned the scene, taking as much as he could in one well sweep.

 

“Oh my God!” A female voice caught his attention. “These assassinations are getting worst. Who could do something so inhuman?” Brown questioning eyes met calm pools of violet.

 

“My dear Sango, consider yourself lucky they removed the body before you got here.” Miroku took one last glance at the inside, before turning away. He hooked his arm in his partner's and dragged her along. “Your eyes shouldn't need to see such awful things.” Taking a calming breath, he continued down his path. “Come on. Let us do what we do best.” Turning to her, he motioned towards the awaiting ambulance. “You question the maid. I'll look into the body.”

 

Sango narrowed her eyes at him. “Miroku…” she drawled out his name for good measures. “You're not sticking me with the easy job again.”

 

Both arms raised in self defense, Miroku's calm demeanor never failed. “Trust me, dear Sango. I've seen the body and it's no real treat. Even the ones carrying it away had trouble keeping their evening meal down.”

 

Sighing in defeat, the young officer relented. Sango waked away without another word, grumbling under her breath about stupid men and their weak stomachs. Miroku watch her walk away with a raised eyebrow, admiring his partner's derriere. Fully distracted from his work, he stared, mesmerized by his new, though six weeks old, partner. She was a good seven years younger than him, but she was a force not to be reckoned with.

 

Her entire family, dating back to centuries ago, consisted of demon exterminators up until her grand-father. He'd decided with the new laws and the three races getting mingled in together and accepted among each other, than demon exterminators were no longer necessary. He thought of becoming a teacher in the art of fighting and so has opened his own dojo. Sango's father kept the new tradition and now her brother was a proud co-owner and heir to Tokyo's best dojo: the Sasaki Clan Dojo was in full bloom.

 

Sango, however, decided she preferred doing what her ancestors did before. Thus, she chose to become a law enforcer. The girl was strong, accurate, agile with all sorts of weapons and very beautiful. A deadly combination if you asked Miroku.

 

“Kinomoto, sir!”

 

Miroku blinked his distraction away. He looked back towards the mansion. Someone from the investigation team was calling him. `Enough with the sidetrack. You've got work to do Kinomoto.' Miroku chided himself. He was here to do his work, not get amusing images that include a certain partner. Shaking his head and sighing in defeat as well, he marched right back into the house. They had to find out who was behind the mafia killing spree. As much as it was a great help to get rid of them, Miroku was an officer of the law: his job is to find the people responsible for the murders and put them away for everyone else's safety, even if it meant protecting the lives of other criminals.

 

xXxXx

 

“This isn't good. This is definitely not good.”

 

A tall slim man marched back and forth, his long wavy hair tied in a high pony tail. Three sets of eyes followed his move as he paced around in his office.

 

“Would you just fucking sit down, Naraku!” Bankotsu, the only human among the four individuals finally spoke up. “You're getting on my nerves.” He was the shortest among them, his own long ebony hair tied in a tight braid all the way down his back. Sharp eyes stared at the slightly nervous half-demon who at last came to a stop.

 

Naraku narrowed his eyes at the human's insolence, but complied anyway. All that walking wasn't helping in any case.

 

“What do you suggest we do?” Hiten, a thunder demon, casually asked. He was called in for this meeting and wasn't particularly happy about it either. He had places to be and girls to snatch: his brother was in need of another batch of hair remedy. He couldn't exactly do that when stuck in an office, hundreds of floors above ground level where the girls happen to be.

 

“It has to be stopped or we'll be next.” Gatenmaru, a moth demon, voice his own opinion. “I'm not exactly looking forward to being killed.” He nonchalantly commented, looking bored as hell by the meeting.

 

Naraku carefully watched the three remaining mafia lords. They were all weak and all under his supervision. From his view, they all looked cocky and not to worried about being the next target, confident they wouldn't be brought down by some idiot assassin even though they voiced their concern without noticing it.

 

`They're all a bunch of fools…' Naraku mentally shook his head and rolled his eyes. He needed an insider on the scene, before, after and, if luck would have it, during the incident.

 

“Do you all have someone you trust?” Naraku finally spoke. “Someone you would willingly leave your life in their hands?”

 

Gatenmaru raised an eyebrow, Bankotsu narrowed his and Hiten snorted, a smirk obvious on his handsome face. “And why is that any of your concern? What does that have to do with any of this?” the thunder demon questioned.

 

Naraku let a smile grace his own features. “Two heads work better than one.” Eyeing the curious faces, he went on. “Should one of you be attacked, this individual whom you trust most needs to be with you at all time. This way you'll all have a much better chance of putting a stop to this ridiculous game.” He was hoping they would just go along with it, but thought better of his statement. “Not that you need the extra protection. You are all fine opponents on your own. This is more of a precaution type of idea.” He finished as an after thought.

 

The three lords looked at each other. If the others have failed, than any course of action would be better than none. Individually, they voiced their agreement and left the meeting room. They were to report back with information about who the insider will be. Naraku watched them all go, somehow knowing they would all be unsuccessful. It didn't matter, though. Should they fail, he had a backup plan of his own.

 

xXxXx

xXxXx

 

A.N.

Something new… to get things straight, this is a world were demons, humans and half-breeds live in harmony, or as much harmony as they can…

 

Anyway, I have this idea that's been swimming around in my head for a while now, and I've finally decided to put it down on paper (or screen in this case…) So tell me what you think so far. I hope I pleased!