InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Shadows ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Silver Shadows

-Chapter 3-

“So you're telling me that women look for a man with a stable economy now?”

Kagome gave her a strange look, “That's a nice way to say it.”

Rin gave her a helpless smile as Kagome brushed her hair in the morning.

“It's more like they're looking for the man with the biggest amount of money because they want the better material things in life.”

Rin finally nodded. Women were after a man's money, not the man himself. It was cynical, one's body was a sacrifice for the happiness of the mentality.

“Now I understand why Sesshomaru-sama prefers to stay away from women.”

“Oh no,” Kagome interrupted quickly. “He's gay.”

Rin looked at her strangely.

“What's `gay'?”

“Are you sure you have t.v. here?”

“The channels are blocked,” a feminine voice said from the doorway. “MIroku had a fit that day.“

Kagome looked up, instantly recognizing the volatile female from the day before. A smile lit her face as the woman pushed herself off the door frame and joined them, closing the door gently behind her.

“So,” Kagome began, “you wouldn't happen to be able to inform me on this initiation, would you?”

The girl's face scrunched up in confusion and said, “I've never heard of that.”

Kagome smiled awkwardly, the young girl was so sheltered that she probably didn't know what went on behind closed doors. She grinned and shrugged slightly to herself, it was a strange occurrence seeing as she was surrounded by men.

“First thing's first,” the older girl said. “My name's Sango, I'm the weapon's administrator and instructor.”

Kagome smiled with mischief dancing in her silver eyes. Kagome's hands snapped and three small daggers appeared in each hand. Each one flew at the slight movement of her wrists and crashed into security cameras that hadn't been noticed thus far.

/Miroku/

“Ah, shit,” he cursed.

Sesshomaru's eyes raised as his meeting with an important client was disturbed rather crudely.

“Should we be alarmed?”

The men were uneasy.

“No not at all,” Miroku responded, forgetting his place. “Sango just found a companion though.”

All of the other men winced and started to rise.

“Perhaps we could continue this on the other side of the city Takahashi-sama? I am very interested in your proposals and I am in need of a certain delivery.”

All three Takahashi men nodded imperceptibly and the other men left. Three glares were redirected at Miroku as the door clicked closed.

“Did you have to mention Sango?”

“Why not InuYasha?” Miroku asked curiously looking to the youngest of the three.

Sesshomaru tried to hold the urge to roll his eyes at the ignorant human. The incompetence of the men these days astounded him.

“Because,” the elder said, “the last time they came to negotiate, Sango blew up the conference room as we were entering.”

Miroku grinned, “I remember. I made a music video out of the security camera recordings.”

Sesshomaru stood with grace and anger humming through his muscles.

“Sango should be alerted that such incidents are causing an uproar in the media of the outside world. We're supposed to be a wealthy, renowned business in good social standing. Any relation to the underground and black market are not convenient.”

He left and the men looked at InuYasha.

“That translates to `You assholes, we're attracting too much attention. Tell Sango to cut it out.' And yeah, I'm going to see what's up with this new chick. I've heard she killed Kenny.”

“Who killed Kenny?” the elder asked with surprise.

“The new chick,” Miroku answered, his eyes trained to the screen.

“She's left her room?”

“No, she shot him through the floor.”

InuYasha smiled, “Sweet.”

“InuYasha,” the elder spoke again, his weariness making him seem old once again. “I warn you to stay away from her. No matter how much she resembles Kikyou, she is a different person.”

Trained eyes looked up at them from the dull screen of his laptop.

“She's on our side now, right? She might as well get used to following orders and know who to follow them from,” his voice echoed through the hallway as the door slowly shut.

“Don't worry InuTaisho, InuYasha'll go down real fast.”

InuTaisho frowned, “If you say so, but anyways. Lunch time, call me up later.”

Miroku nodded as InuTaisho exited the room.

“Hey Hojo, time for lunch.”

The other youth nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving the screen. Miroku shrugged, turned his computer off, locked his files, and left. He wanted to see Sango's new ally in the bomb department.

/Kagome/

“And you're sure that this is the opposing, let's say company, mainframe?”

Sango nodded eagerly as Miroku entered the room. He raised an eyebrow as Kagome typed and clicked over Sango's hacking program and Sango quickly waved him over. Kagome stopped momentarily with a pensive expression before smiling, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“They'll never forget Friday the thirteenth,” she said with an insane smile adorning her features.

Miroku smiled nervously, something told him Sesshomaru would be beyond pissed. Kagome wasn't supposed to be in the main building at all. She was supposed to be downstairs and act as a prisoner to satisfy and acquiesce his damaged ego. He could almost hear his silent footfalls, usually burdened with a kill-happy aura. His head snapped to the side.

“Oh shit,” he remarked.

Sango looked up with a ticked look but dully noted that Sesshomaru must be on his way. She quickly hurried Kagome on wanting to see what the new girl could do.

Kagome hit the enter button with an excited, “Done!”

/Inutaisho/

InuTaisho had a feeling creep up on him as he got into his limousine. He dismissed it as paranoia and ordered the chauffeur to take him to a nice restaurant.

“It's old age,” he said with comical sorrow.

He wasn't too far into his meal when he noted that many cell phones had begun their strange music. Business men were running out the restaurant without paying, the owner enraged with the sudden turn of calm events. He stared down at his chicken breast and felt a sudden anger welling inside of him.

“Can't a man have a decent meal!”

Many ignored his outburst as he slammed down a large sum of money. The table cracked and fell under the great pressure while he made his way out.

/Sesshomaru/

Insolent, insolent human bitch. She had directly gone against orders, his mental ones as well, and taken the elevator to the mainland. She should've stayed in the underground as a prisoner to soothe his raging blood that sought her own. His eyes flickered between gold and bloodshot crimson, his fists clenching and unclenching in the rhythm of his unsteady heart beat. He reached into his pants for his keys, he could almost sense their nervousness rolling off their disgusting human bodies in waves. He'd found out the hard way what humans smelled like, as they did now. A smell that made the weakest demon want to wretch, the strongest desire suicide.

A grin spread slowly, his claws twitching. Of course, he'd be more than happy to volunteer to help them make the job easier. Call it community service. The key slipped in easily and turned quickly. He pushed the door aside and graced them with his glare.

“You-.”

A small earthquake shook the establishment, cutting into Sesshomaru's ranting. He looked back to see his younger brother holding on to the doorway with a panicked expression. Miroku picked himself and Sango up from the floor, only to be knocked back down by said female.

“Don't touch me unless you want to die, imbecile,” she growled with a glare.

Sesshomaru glared at the woman-prisoner, “What did you do, insolent wench?”

She grinned at him in what could've been described as a flirtatious way, had she not expressed her dislike beforehand.

She burst out into a full laugh, “I blew up the assholes across the street!”

His eyes narrowed and he backhanded her into the wall to her left. Her hip caught on the swivel chair she'd been sitting on and she groaned in pain. She lifted herself holding her hip in pain and set her intense gaze on him.

“You insolent ningen, do you not have the wits to know that they will track the commands to this mainframe!”

His golden eyes swirled with red, a calling of his blood for her blood once again. His mind whirled with agitation, his need to relieve the stress that she was causing in the first place.

“Sess,” InuYasha spoke up. “Otou-san.”

Sesshomaru growled and stalked out of the room. Everybody sighed and InuYasha quickly waved before leaving. Kagome stood straight, ignoring the pulsing pain of her body.

That asshole had no right to throw me at the wall!

A scream built up in her throat and she threw the swivel chair from before at the door where he'd left. A girl screamed from the hallway and started to scream obscenities at her.

“Oh shut up, you cock-sucking whore!”

The girl shut up, her face aflame, and ran off with her pride minimized a notch.

Sango shared a questioning glance with Miroku and thought, `Hey, maybe the company will pay for some anger management classes?'

They watched her closely as she loaded her guns quickly and cocked them with fire in her eyes. Sango slapped a hand over her eyes and Miroku looked away, hiding a smirk.

Kagome gave them a full on smirk and walked out muttering, “That bastard'll eat fucking balls for dinner.”

They followed her to the door and then watched as she rounded a quiet, business corner. As soon as she was out of sight many other heads peeked out of their offices.

“Who's dying this time, you think?”

Many of the co-workers started gather passing around two hats until they reached Sango and Miroku.

Sango grinned, “Something tells me `Maru is going to be piss ass drunk tonight.”

Miroku frowned, “I think it'll be a tie.”

Everybody groaned, “God you pessimist!”

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/Kikyou/

Kikyou rubbed her arms silently, she could only hear the buzzing silence, the soft sound of her hands against her pale arms. Maybe all women dreamed of being in luxurious rooms with silk sheets at some point in life, but the horror that came with it for her was like a punishment for an unknown sin.

“Lovely,” he said behind her, toying with her hair.

Had she committed a sin? Had she not fed all that had come upon her with hunger, given water to those that were parched upon her doorstep? Perhaps that had been her mistake, letting herself be last. Or perhaps it was punishment for killing innocent people.

Innocent?

No, not innocent. Murderers. Murderers like Naraku that fed upon her fear, got off on her disgust, tortured her by violating her body more and more each day that passed. That girl that had left, the right hand before her, had promised to rid him of existence, as much as any normal person does to an offending bug in their homes.

“Dance with me, love,” he purred against her ear.

She shuddered in response, not moving to take his invitation or his outstretched hand. After a few minutes his eyes took on a new light, a pleasure of playing this game that was never-ending.

“I see,” he said, lowering his hand slowly. “Well, we'll just have to deal with that, won't we?”

He ripped her from the bed she had been resting on and shoved her against himself. He started humming classical songs to himself, trying to move her non-compliant body. His nails dug into her back, but she refused to respond to his silent commands.

Never.

He shoved her onto the floor and was on her in seconds. He threw punches at her cheek, and she cried out.

“Now you wanna say something!”

He punched her repeatedly, avoiding killing her. After minutes of letting his frustrations out on the weak body of the woman he lusted for, she was unconscious.

He smirked, “Do you want to dance now, love? You do? Good girl.”

He hoisted up her body into his arms and dragged her around the room, humming soft tunes to her now compliant body, her head resting against his shoulder.

My possession for as long as I deem you worthy.

-Yes Naraku is evil, no Kikyou isn't. Hm... I wonder if I should have Kagome shoot Sesshomaru in the head... Love your response, tell other people to keep this floating.-