InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Shadows ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Silver Shadows

-Chapter 1-

 

 

 

“You can't replace me,” she screamed, enraged.

 

 

A female stood across from her, draping herself over her boss, Naraku. She was the newest whore, this she knew as she was the right hand. But to be replaced by the newbie was unheard of. It was an indirect slap, an insult.

 

 

“I can and I have,” he said through narrowed eyes, “try to take it as you should. I am your leader and you go where I tell you.”

 

 

She looked to him through slitted eyes, her chest clenching, painfully aware that she could not kill him right then and there. The insolence, she had brought him great victories, she was the reason he was even a leader! Now, here, he was wishing to dispose of her. This didn't bode well, not at all. Her heart cried out for vengeance, and vengeance it would have.

 

 

“Sleep with one eye open Naraku,” she said softly with a gleam in her eye. “Sleep with one eye open.”

 

 

The lights went out and she left, knowing that any second the demons would be able to see her, sense her, catch her. She ran, for the first time, for her life.

 

Imagine yourself, running for your life. Energy steadily decreasing. Out of breath, heart painfully hammering against your chest. Your mouth is dry because breathing nasally isn't enough anymore. Your stomach hurts, your mind pleads for rest, but it means your end. There's nobody for miles, you see, and hiding would be futile. They can smell you, hear you, read your mind. Your legs are numb but your feet ache, your ankles scream for rest. Being chased by demons. They want me dead, gone. My body agrees and starts to shut down, I jump into a nearby stream in a dead faint. I hope I live, I will exact my vengeance.

 

 

//Sesshomaru//

 

 

“What do you know?” he growled mercilessly.

 

“I know nothing,” the man pleaded through tears.

 

“It is undignified for a man of your age to cry,” he said distastefully. “Now tell me what you know.”

 

The man hung from his shirt painfully, the pale, slender arm clutching his collar.

 

“That is unacceptable,” he said with a masochist gleam in his unusual eyes.

 

The man's eyes widened. Sesshomaru was famous for his cruel and unusual way of torturing his victims, he'd never imagined he'd be in this situation. He wished he'd had information, just to give the man what he wanted and to have a quick death. Nobody saw this man and lived, it was a known fact. Giving information gave you a quick death, wasting his time gave you a slow torturous-.

 

“Your thoughts are correct ningen,” the cruel voice said tainted with humor, “you have wasted my time.”

 

His ear-piercing scream bounced off the walls, he would never see his family again. They would hate him for abandoning them, for never returning. He could feel the demons claws rip through his flimsy skin, tanned from years of work for his family, and clutch at his beating heart. The pain was blinding, he could only scream.

 

“Quiet,” the man growled.

 

The commands were beyond him though. His purpose was to communicate his despair. To try and alleviate the pain that plagued him. The demon's claws pierced through his lungs, he couldn't even scream in his last seconds of life.

 

“Nobody wastes my time,” he growled.

 

His vision swam, he saw silver tainted with crimson. Kami-sama would have no mercy on him, but he still begged. If Kami-sama existed, he begged to be pardoned of his sins, of having caused deaths, and of having left his family without income. He begged that his son would grow to be strong and help his petite mother, to protect his younger sister. Ningen, though they were, they would grow and perhaps have revenge on his soul. Until then, he realized, his soul would wait.

 

“Useless.”

 

His body was thrown to the ground, bloodied, cut. The pale hands were covered in crimson blood, the metallic smell invading his senses. He lifted his chin in disdain and left. His father would be pleased, his heart would be cold and unfeeling, and his soul unexistant. Such was his destiny.

 

 

//Kagome//

 

 

She'd slept for a day, that was luxury enough for the new girl, or at least so thought the sneering women around her. She was bruised, found half dead on the local river bank.

 

“Why are they keeping her?” sneered one of the girls, dressed in a red dress and makeup to last her a month.

 

“She looks like a drowned rat,” one said pityingly.

 

“I don't care what she looks like,” a new voice interceded.

 

All the girls quieted down, this being their leader of sorts. She was the most beautiful of them all, the right amount of makeup, and the most beautiful raven tresses that cascaded past her shoulders. She had a sharp face, full lips, the most work.

 

“Get to preparing yourselves, I hear we've got important company tonight. Paying company.”

 

All the females around her squealed and shuffled out of the closet-like room.

 

“Wake her up and supply her with clothes Suki,” a male voice rumbled behind her.

 

“Master!”

 

She quickly kneeled and bowed her head.

 

“Do as I said Suki, quickly. I want to see what she can do, to see if I want to keep her or throw her out into the wilderness.”

 

The female merely bowed lower until the man left. As soon as his steps faded to nothing she snapped her attention to the girl and hissed. A man chuckled behind her. She looked up quickly through slitted eyes.

 

“Ah, I see kitty doesn't like sharing at all,” he said cynically.

 

“What are you doing here?” she asked through clenched teeth.

 

“Making sure you do your job,” he said boredly. “The boss trusts you as far as he can throw you, and that's not far considering all the trees that would be in your path.”

 

“Liar,” she hissed.

 

She stood angrily and made to the girl.

 

“Suki-.”

 

She grabbed the girl off the bed harshly and shoved her to the floor. The girl started coughing, her heart beat clearly pounding in their ears. She looked up and glared at them through narrowed eyes.

 

“Bitch,” she ground out.

 

The man held Suki back as her claws shot out.

 

“The boss will punish you Suki!”

 

This seemed to calm the neko youkai down as her nails slipped back to their normal size.

 

“Whore,” she said with a dignified air, “you will change and await the boss.”

 

Kagome spit up at her face which got her three diagonal scratches on her face.

 

“Watch your mouth slut,” she hissed.

 

The man dragged the enraged female away, leaving Kagome to change. She stood and looked around. No way out, no ventilators, no windows. She shivered and finally noticed her clothes were still damp and clung to her as a second skin.

 

“Guess I'll have to change anyways,” she said to herself.

 

She changed into a traditional black kimono with silver patterns dancing along the edges. For the first time since she'd woken up she wondered where she was. A whore house? As if on instinct she turned and swung her hand out. She wasn't surprised, however, when it met skin.

 

“Wench,” the man growled.

 

“Do not attempt to touch me again,” she growled.

 

His eyes bore into her own but she didn't back down.

 

“What am I doing here?”

 

“I found you late yesterday on the river bank and brought you here,” he answered slowly.

 

“Where am I?”

 

“This is a geisha house and you, dear, are going to be a geisha. Show me what you can do,” he said disgustingly.

 

“You give me a knife and I'll show you what I can do,” she shot back.

 

His smile faded and he grabbed her arm, pulling her to himself.

 

“Watch yourself,” he growled, “because I kill those that are insolent.”

 

“Funny,” she said with a smile, “that's what my last job was.”

 

 

//Sesshomaru//

 

 

“We're going to give you a surprise for your birthday, son,” his father said, slapping his upper back. “You'll absolutely love it.”

 

Sesshomaru stood there, unemotional, unyielding. InuTaisho's laugh slowly faded at his son's expression. Truth be told, it was his fault. Back when he had first started parenting, something unusual in his line of business, he had wanted a ruthless son, one that would be strong and could take over and lead his followers to success. He had gotten his wish, his son never showed any emotion. But years later, he wasn't so sure he'd made the right decision. It had been foolish, this he realized, to have raised his son to be so emotionless, so cold. Countless times he had tried to reverse what he'd done, but what was done was done. His oldest son, dubbed Lord Sesshomaru, was and always would be the perfect Mafia leader. A killing machine to the end, unfeeling.

 

“Oi, Lord Fluffy,” came the young, maturing voice of his younger brother, “lighten up will ya? Hopefully tonight you'll get some and say something.”

 

His companions chuckled, Sesshomaru turned and glared. His younger brother started laughing nervously and abruptly stopped. The long line of black cars came to a stop and they exited the limousine. Their suits and dark glasses made them look like government officials, the idea was simply ludicrous. They were the exact opposite, what those pathetic humans feared. All of those that had any demon senses looked to it and heard,

 

“What is this, Egyptian Geisha night!”

 

The men had confused looks on their faces and others turned to tell their comrades of what they'd heard. A man was shoved ahead and came out moments later with a blush adorning his cheeks. A few catcalls later they were informed that the geishas were ready to entertain them. Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed, this was not what he'd had in mind when they said birthday. His idea of fun was sitting and plotting against his rivals, not going out to get drunk and watch women try to seduce him.

 

//Kagome//

 

Those bastards, dressing me up in some Egyptian clothes. The tiniest skirt you could ever imagine! And these slits up the sides, as if it wasn't cold enough! And this jewelry is cheap, I can tell. And good God, this pathetic excuse for a shirt that can barely conceal my chest is making me feel like a cheap whore.

 

She walked over to her previous clothes and noted that they had taken all of her weapons. She threw them aside in a fit of rage, but smiled wickedly. She pulled the `shirt' down and dug into a small pouch in her bra and brought out an exquisite dagger. She fixed her shirt, her smile unwavering.

 

I have my ways.

 

“Out! Out now! You entertain those men as if your lives depended on it, because they probably do!”

 

Kagome sneered at him and at the passing females that had dressed in better clothes than she. They appeared to be Geishas, she didn't.

 

A giggling girl walked by with her friend, “I hear tonight it's the Silver Shadows gang.”

 

“No kidding! I hear they're the biggest around, if you get what I'm saying,” her companion responded.

 

Giggling imbeciles.

 

She clutched the dagger in her hand and hid it by her side. She was shoved harshly out into blaring Indian music. She couldn't see the men, the lights were originating behind her. All the other females were dancing, but she raised her chin defiantly.

 

I will not lower myself and be ridiculed!

 

One girl shoved her aside as she made her way to the front. Kagome's eyes were set ablaze and she kicked the girl into the audience. All the other girls squealed and started to advance on her.

 

“Stay back,” she hissed.

 

She drew her left leg back, her right bent. Her right hand clutched the dagger she'd hidden and her left arm stood defensively in front of her.

 

“I've had just about enough of you giggling twits!”

 

The men chuckled, all probably intoxicated with alcohol.

 

As soon as I'm done with these fools, I'm free.

 

“This is enough!”

 

The man from before stepped out from behind the make-shift stage with a gun in his hand.

“I saved you and here you go and try to kill my geishas!”

 

“I didn't ask to be saved,” Kagome sneered back.

 

“Oho, and you would've done just fine on your own?”

 

Kagome's eyes narrowed even more so and she lunged at the incompetent man. A flash of deadly silver and there was a grunt of pain. The screaming geishas ushered themselves into the back and away from the bloody body of their dead boss.

 

“Yes, I would've done just fine.”

 

“Who are you?” a sharp voice demanded.

 

Kagome turned around and straightened.

 

She lifted a delicate eyebrow, “Who wants to know?”

 

She found herself with her arms pinned to her back, a strong arm around her neck.

 

“I will not ask again.”

 

“That's good,” she mused.

 

His grip tightened against her and she started to choke.

 

“You reek of Naraku,” he growled as an accusation.

 

“I reek of river water,” she managed.

 

“Even now his scent clings to you, why?”

 

“Why the hell should I tell you?”

 

He shoved her off his persona and she landed on her hands and knees. Panting she turned sideways and looked up into his eyes. She gasped in terror as it was widely known that golden eyes could only belong to one gang, the most ruthless of gangs. They were given the reputation of sadists, masochists, leaving their enemies bleeding freely after being drained of their information. Perhaps that's what would happen to her? Then she might as well go down with her pride.

 

“Asshole,” she growled and spit up at his face.

 

His eyes narrowed and slowly drew back his arm.

 

“Sesshomaru,” warned a male voice slightly behind her.

 

His eyes did not move from her unmoving form but his arm relaxed.

 

“Why are you here?” a demand, his voice cold and cutting through her skin.

 

“I refuse to be associated with Naraku unless you speak of revenge,” she said hatefully as she stood up.

 

“You have information,” he stated with a ghost of a smile.

 

“You're a sadistic son of a bitch, what's new?”

 

His head twitched slightly and two men stepped forward.

 

“A human female, it's been so long since I've heard their screams,” said one through a hungry smile.

 

The other looked down, obviously remembering the screams that they hadn't heard in so long.

 

She grabbed her guns from the body of the dead boss and pointed one at each.

 

“Guns?” laughed the first jovially. “Guns!”

 

The other looked at her incredulously, “You were in Naraku's gang?”

 

She smiled and shrugged, “Guess so.”

 

Their stances changed and she released her bullets, purposefully missing the second one by an inch. His screams echoed through the geisha house and he became a pile of ash on the once clean floor. The bartender squeaked in horror. Something told Kagome it was because she would have to clean it up later on.

 

“Don't overlook the gifts bested on me by Kami-sama,” she warned vehemently.

 

His eyes narrowed in response, this was a great game of cat and mouse. His claws dug into her wrists and a tiny flicker of surprise filtered through her grey gaze. Tiny sparks sprouted from where skin met skin and he tried to resist the sizzling of skin. She didn't have to say anything, he knew that if he held on long enough he wouldn't have anything to hold onto her with.

 

“Don't over look the ningen's immunity to your gifts,” he said calmly.

 

Two human men came and gripped her arms, hesitantly after seeing two demon men go down in a split second. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, maybe because his hand had somehow made it's way there. He pushed roughly and she blinked away the light of the geisha house, welcoming the darkness.