InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Settling the Score ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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

 

Reference:

“Talking”

`Thinking'

 

Settling the Score

 

Chapter Two

 

A week has passed since the last assassination and the investigators where not any closer to solving the mystery. It caught the public's attention after the first mob leader was found dead. Now, four mutilated leaders later, it was all the country talked about. The first two cause a local uproar, but the third got the entire nation of Japan involved. Kyoto wasn't exactly close to Tokyo per say. To add to that, unfortunate number three was on the brink of death in his country side home north of Kyoto the same night unlucky number two was found skinned and several hours dead in his cozy loft, downtown Tokyo.

 

This case was mind boggling and Miroku has only been at it for close to two weeks. Folders littered his desk, his usually tidy hair was in a mess and he's barely had any sleep. The lab results came back with nothing of value: every single spec of blood found in Musou's office belonged to the dead guy. There was no unknown fingerprint found: anything found belonged to either the landlord or his maids and servants. They were all held back for questioning and most of their alibis are true. As for the others that didn't check, they were too simple minded and frightened out of their wits to come up with something like that.

 

Miroku released a sigh. Leaning back in his chair, he raised his hands to rub his face. He was tired as hell and his mind couldn't process any more information. He was in need of a break, otherwise he might crack.

 

“Miroku?” A soft feminine voice broke through his foggy mind. He lifted his head and was greeted by a smiling Sango. “Are you busy?”

 

Momentary lost, Miroku simply stared. Sango titled her head, a worried frown marring her beautiful features. Miroku shook his head, clearing his thought. “No, no. Please come in.” He greeted her with a weary smile. Sango raised an eyebrow at the mess on his desk. Eying it himself, he shrugged a little. “Forgive the mess.” Looking back at his partner, he asked, “Is there something you needed?”

 

“As a matter of fact, yeah.” A smirk replaced her frown. “How about getting my cohort back!” Miroku stared innocently causing Sango to giggle a little. One hand on her hip, she held up the other, her thump pointing toward the door, and kept her smile on her face. “Come on. We're busting out of here!”

 

Miroku raised his eyebrows in surprise, not too positive he heard her correctly. “Pardon me?”

 

“Come on, Miroku.” Sango picked up a rather motherly tone, now both hands on her waist. “We've been at this for a whole week straight! Nothing pinpoints to the murderer.” Miroku looked down at the papers on his desk. “Did you ever stop to think maybe it's one of the other crime lords behind this? They know each other better than anyone else.” Sango tilted her head, trying to catch his eyes. “Keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer. Let them kill each other and who ever is left standing will be our main suspect.”

 

Miroku frowned. It did make sense at the present time. They knew none capable of killing another without leaving any trace. No one but the mafia themselves would be able to pull off something of the sorts. Taking a deep breath, Miroku finally looked up. “Fine. We'll try it your way. There is only three left after all.”

 

“Three that we know of! Who knows if there isn't a bigger man behind them, or more that we don't know about.”

 

Miroku frowned again.

 

“Don't worry,” Sango reassured. “You're just too spent to come up with anything logical.” Turning away, she sauntered over to the door. “Now are you coming or not! I'm starving and I won't wait forever after you.”

 

Miroku took the threat to heart. Quickly getting up, he grabbed his keys and followed after his partner.

 

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Everything was quiet within the house and everyone had gone to sleep hours ago.

 

In the basement of his private residence, Hiten was still awake trying to get a hair growth potion just right. Two young women were caged in a corner of the room, whimpering in fear for their lives. Hiten pay them no mind. He was too busy concentrating on the base formula for demon hair re-growth. His brother Manten's birthday celebration was set for tomorrow evening and he wanted his present to be special. He was so close to finding a remedy for his brother's hair loss, he could almost see it. The joyful look on his younger sibling's face was just beyond his reach. Now if only he could get the right potion!

 

“A teaspoon of this… A dash of that…” A puff of smoke rose in the air. Hiten analyzed the scent and the look of it carefully. “Hmm…” He tipped it left, then right, then left again. He raised the test tube to the light and examined it once more, tilting it left and right over again.

 

There was only one last ingredient left to add.

 

The palest of the girls couldn't take it anymore. She started hyperventilating, rocking herself back and forth on the sole of her feet. Being caged up like this and in the hands of a madman demon… it was seriously getting to her.

 

Hiten stared at the girls, a smirk set in place. The smell of their fear permeated the small lab and it was getting his blood boiling. He loved a good sport, but he didn't have time for such things.

 

He approached them. “Last sample came from you.” He stared at the petit form of a teenage girl. “That means it's your turn this time.” He turned to face the lady which was hyperventilating. He reached for some keys, but froze in his spot. “What the—!!”

 

“You won't be taking anymore samples tonight.”

 

A low ghostly whisper filled the room, producing more terror than Hiten ever thought one could invoke out of living beings. He tried to move, he even tried to speak and yell. His body, however, was unresponsive, completely ignorant of its user's will

 

The two women watched with horror filled eyes. Someone was there with them, but they couldn't see him. There was little light, but there was also little space available for one to hide, let alone the fact that the door was closed and locked the entire time. A bright pinkish light surrounded their capturer, an ethereal glow filling the small confines. The locks on the cage snapped under an unknown pressure and the barred door flung open.

 

“Leave.”

 

It was an order, straight out flat, with no room for arguments. The girls didn't bother either. Taking their chance, they fled the scene as quickly as their legs could carry them.

 

“It's only you and me, now.”

 

The humor was obvious in the intruder's voice and it chilled Hiten right down to the core. If he thought Naraku was bad, this person sounded down right mentally unstable.

 

“Answer my question, and I just might let you live.”

 

Hiten scowled at his invisible attacker. `How the hell am I supposed to answer if I can't even talk?'

 

“Speak now, who was behind the terror attack three years ago?”

 

Hiten growled in response, but immediately stopped, shocked at the sound of his voice. So he can talk. He narrowed his eyes for good measures. “Who's asking?”

 

“Wrong answer…”

 

Hiten never knew what hit him. A beaded necklace fell over his head. Pure pain erupted in his mind, taking control of his body. He stared at nothing and everything, wide-eyed shock and dread evident upon the young demon's handsome face.

 

Dark eyes watched from the ventilation system above as Hiten lost his sanity to the visions behind his mind's eyes. The figure silently gazed at the next mafia lord as he tore himself apart. It lasted several hours, but eventually the deed was done. A prayer was sent for the now dead demon, wishing him a peaceful sleep deprived of the monsters in his head. Turning away from the scene, the lone figure went looking for the way out of this little hell-hole.

 

It was dark outside, and everyone was sound asleep. A soft, yet sad voice filled the quiet of the early dawn, alerting all who were listening to the night's event.

 

Unfortunate number five.

 

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A.N.

Here's chapter two! I was in the mood to write and like I mentioned last time… This idea has been swimming around in my head for a while. So what do you think so far? I do appreciate the feedback and thanks to all who've taken the time to read.

 

I'll catch you all next time!

 

Please take the time to review. I'd like to know if this is worth pursuing or not.