InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Shadows ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Silver Shadows

-Chapter 5-

 

/Miroku\\

His eyes looked up at the quickly widening space between the door and its frame. He turned his attention to his computer and saved his documents before returning to the mainframe.

“Hey, did you get some lunch?”

“I'm fine.”

The man looked at him strangely and shrugged, “If you say so.”

He walked over to his own desk and typed in his password as he sat down. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before his eyes looked over the dark head in the opposite desk.

“Why is my mainframe window closed?”

His eyes widened and a cold sweat began to form on his body, the suit he wore suddenly became very stuffy.

“Did anyone come in here?”

“A-Ano, iie.”

He frowned and cocked his head to the side. He sucked on his teeth, a theory forming in his mind that he didn't like one bit.

“M-Maybe you closed it before you left for lunch?”

His eyes narrowed slightly at the bowed head, “Yeah, must be it.”

/..:..:...:..\\

“The great Sesshomaru, son of the most powerful mafia leader, bested by a mere woman!” he growled. “This is the urgent news!”

Young, blue eyes looked down, avoiding the older man's gaze.

“You're in that company to gather important information about the leader, not his sons!”

He leaned back and rested his chin on his left fist. His eyes looked him over, scrutinizing the scrawny boy. He glared and finally waved his right hand at him. The boy shot up and bowed before running out of his office.

“That dim witted boy!” he roared, shoving things off his desk in a fit of rage. “How am I supposed to kill the Inu no Taisho if I can't even get information!”

He looked up at his bulky guards that stood on either side of the door with dark glasses and black suits.

“Bring in the next idiot.”

One of them turned the door knob and two men walked in. They had grins on their faces, sure of themselves.

“Wipe those smirks off your faces before I have them do it for you.”

They quickly took neutral faces, scared that they'd displeased their leader. Either way, they knew that their information would greatly please him. They watched as he put a file away and withdrew another.

“Hiten and Maten, twin brothers.”

They nodded in affirmation, but kept their silence.

“Don't look like brothers,” he said finally. “You've been of service to me for two years now, correct?”

They nodded once again.

He took his seat and stared, “Get on with it, and it better be worthwhile.”

They placed a folder on his desk gently, “We ran a search on the girl that arrived here a few weeks back. Himura Kikyou was and is a part of the Shadows.”

He shot up, “What!”

“She was initiated a bit after highschool and was planned on being promised to the younger of the two sons of the Inu no Taisho.”

His fists quivered with force and dark red blood ran down his hands, soaking his fingers.

“She was born a miko and had planned on devoting herself to Kami-sama before joining the gang. Any and most of the money that she earned on her missions was given to the Sunset shrine where there are orphaned children and children born with the holy power.”

He looked away momentarily. So she conveniently forgot to tell me this tiny bit of information... He withdrew a briefcase full of money and threw it at one of the brothers, who caught it against his stomach. Both were terribly different, one lean and the other disgustingly obese.

“Leave.”

But their heritage nor their relation was of any interest to him at the moment, only the information they'd faithfully brought him like the dogs they were. He leaned back, put his hands together and slid his fingers between each other. His lip curled in disgust, rage. She might be untouched, in certain terms, but she was still intended for the Inu no Taisho's son. She was deeply involved with his arch enemy, and the information seared in his cold veins. Where Kagome's miko powers had stopped him from having his way, Kikyou's did also. However, he'd found a way around that. Yet there came another bit of information that she was branded. She was an Inu youkai's intended and the mere beginning of the act he was reserving for her unwilling body would kill her and harm him.

“Ano, Naraku?”

His crimson eyes turned on a nervous woman. Strangely, to his eyes, she resembled Kikyou and Kagome. She looked into his eyes, her fear and excitement rolling off her in heavy waves that washed over him, almost pulling him back. He smiled and she seemed to take it as approval.

“Your punishment for lying,” he whispered.

Her screams died out after a minute of her struggling and his gripping of her pale neck. It was a most exquisite sight, one of those things that give you a certain sort of pleasure. The blood that bled from her carotid and jugular veins, her life warming his death-giving hands. He lifted her body, hands uselessly slipping off his arms. He placed a soft kiss on her cold lips, his eyes closed.

“Boss?

His eyes flashed angrily at the intruder that tried his best to not stare at the woman slowly dying.

“There was an explosion in one of the companies trying to hack into the Inu no Taisho's mainframe.”

His hands squeezed shut, breaking the petite woman's neck in the process. Her body dropped to the ground with a sickening thud and he motioned with his neck slightly. The man tapped the other two guards outside and they did as they were used to, cleaned up the bloody mess.

Something tells me, Kagome dearest, that I might be on your trail.

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/Kagome/

She had this nagging little headache starting at the base of her nose that was slowly making it's way up to her temples. The sudden frost on her shoulder made her hiss in surprise and curse a bit.

“That bastard,” she growled.

Sango rolled her eyes at her. To Kagome the sole downfall in her once perfect life was the son of the elderly leader. Heh, wouldn't she croak when she found out that he was the soon-to-be leader. No doubt Sesshomaru would want to make sure Kagome would be the first on his hit list. A ruler's word was law, there were no such things as politics. There is no chance of anybody but the leader's son becoming leader. There had been very few cases in which the leader's could only produce females and then the leadership was passed on to her. However, the right hand took stand at that point to represent the male dominance until she married.

Male dominance, hah!

“Gods Kagome, you seemed cool and collected when I first met you, what is about Sesshomaru that riles you up so much?”

“He's a cocky bastard with a stick up his ass,” she spit out. “His type aggravate me more than the ignorant men that have challenged me before.”

“His type?” Sango questioned, taking the ice pack from her shoulder.

Kagome rose off the chair, stretching her legs out slightly, “Yes, his type. The kind that think they're the best of the best and that their mere presence should be taken as a celestial gift.”

“Ah,” Sango laughed, “so that's what riles him up.”

Kagome raised an eyebrow in her direction.

“Sesshomaru is so used to people just falling apart in his presence that when you didn't he took it as an offense.”

She burst into full laughter and doubled over, the ice pack sliding from her hands forgotten. Kagome shook her head and waved her off.

“I'm leaving,” she said as she picked up her guns.

“W-Where are you going?” Sango asked between laughs.

“I need new guns by the way.”

Sango grabbed the ice bag off the floor and straightened with a deep breath.

“What for? Those seem to be in pretty good condition.”

“These have Naraku's gang's initials on them. Of course, if you want me to keep the guns from the opposing gang that's always cool.”

Sango narrowed her eyes, “Ha. Ha. I'll get on it.”

“Good,” Kagome said with a smile and left the room.

The hallway was empty, brightly lit. It strangely resembled a hospital hall, something Kagome didn't want to dwell on much. She rounded a corner and slowly came to a stop with a cocked eyebrow. She fingered her guns wearily and started her walking again.

“What kind of leader oppresses his people and doesn't inform them of the dangers on the streets! Our families are out there and we're not allowed to see them!”

Kagome's eyes narrowed, though she didn't know much of her new leader he'd still taken her in. For an opposing leader to do such a thing was rare, perhaps it had never been done before. For this small favor, gift, she had to protect him with the life he'd granted her. Because, in a practical sense, he'd given her life. Had he rejected her, Naraku would've found her sooner or later and killed her.

“Why can't we leave? Why must we die when we are caught? Why are we not saved by our all-powerful leader?”

Kagome shot the light above him and bits of glass rained upon the long haired man, sparks of fire and sudden loss of a bit of light startled many of the people into running, other's merely turned to the offence. The man's blue eyes rested upon her, startled.

He smirked, showing off his fangs. Kagome had no doubt that he was a youkai, she could feel the awareness running through her veins. His small show of male ego made her think of some type of canine, and it wasn't dog.

“Well if it isn't the new female people talk about,” he stated, walking with a swing her way.

“It's Kagome,” she said calmly. “You'd do well to remember it.”

“I'm sure such a strong female such as yourself would make a great mate.”

“You overgrown, primal mutt. Ever heard of courting?” she said through slitted eyes.

His eyes took on a new light, one of fury. His expression told her the one thing she should've known from the beginning. This was one of the many males that believed in teaching women `their place in society'.

“Of course mindless youkai such as yourself wouldn't know about courting rituals or any traditions, right?” she taunted.

“Watch yourself girl,” he warned in low tones.

“You sink those fangs into me and I'll show you holy,” she said in a darker tone, her gun pointed to his forehead.

His eyes flashed dangerously, she could feel it. She stepped out of his reach, the gun pointed as it seemed to tend to be.

“I'd make up one hell of an excuse for the leader if I were you,” she suggested.

She walked backwards two steps before turning and continuing on her way. Yet, no matter how far she walked, she could still feel his eyes burning into her back. She quivered on the inside, his penetrating gaze reminding her of Naraku. He'd been a quick witted leader, yet his lust drove him to madness. Perhaps that was the reason she'd been replaced, because she had rejected him with her very being.

She scoffed, “Oh well, I'll still kill the idiot.”

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When he opened the door to his apartment he felt the musty breeze assault his nostrils, attempting to choke him as he stepped inside. The skin between his eyes wrinkled as he made a face, throwing his coat on his couch. He sighed and let himself fall on the cloth only to stand up immediately, flapping his hands around much like a chicken when it is chased.

“Ugh.”

Sunlight barely streamed in as he was cautious in opening his eyes, dust flying in sacred dances on the orange rays of warmth. Eyes scanned the area, it was unsuitable for somebody as hard-working as the one that inhabited the rancid place. Countless sacrifices of death, passing of private information, the illegal trading of confidential secrets within the company. Eyes closed, still able to see the dirtied hands of a young boy playing a man's game. How much had been lost in those years of contraband? A family, stable education, girlfriend. How much had been gained? Had anything been gained at all? Of course not, such was this game. Cruelly teaching the world's unfairness, giving and retaining one's life.

Tears traveled well worn paths and he blinked in surprise. Smoke emanated through the slight opening below the door of the bedroom. Feet carried him with unnatural speed, finding the beloved carpet aflame.

“Shit!”

Hair waved wildly through the smoke as he stomped the conflagration to a dull sizzle of ashes. A knife glinted from the wall, pinning a neatly written note. The phone rang and he picked it up with shaking limbs.

“M-Moshi moshi?”

“Don't get caught,” the voice warned.

All ability to speak was caught in his throat, “S-Sir?”

“You know what'll happen,” the voice trailed off.

Shrill intervals of a high pitched noise left the phone as it hit the floor. Sweat drenched him, giving the illusion of rain. They watched him constantly and the morning's episode must've been reported quickly.

“Don't get caught,” memory providing an unheard echo.

-I'm a sucker for a suspense and romance... What can I say in my defense? -grins- Enjoy, enjoy.-