InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strike By Night ❯ Aftermath ( Chapter 8 )

Strike By Night

Chapter 8: Aftermath

Haha, as shown by this update, I am NOT dead. *clap clap* Not that the world hasn't tried numerous times to rectify that fact. I've finally finished this chapter, which has been sitting on my computer for…well…a long time.

I've upped the rating to "R" for content and language. I'm not sure if I'll have a lemon in this, but there'll definitely be some lime. So if you're underage, or if this type of thing isn't you, then leave now because I won't be responsible for what happens.

Disclaimer: Wish I did, but the closest thing I have any rights to in the InuYasha franchise is this fanfic. All characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

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Now………on to the story………

Last Chapter: Everything had been planned out, down to the last detail. But still, the attack had gone awry and Kagome and Sesshoumaru were left with more questions than answers as they dragged themselves into bed and nursed their wounds. Now, as the new day dawns with promises of excitement and sunshine, it just might be Kagome's worst nightmare.

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The bright and cheerful late morning sunshine blared through the open curtains of the wide picture window, highlighting the mass of feathers on still scattered on the floor and making the room seem as if resided by an angel before boldly spread itself across the bed like a warm blanket, uncaring that the room's actual occupant is far from feeling an angel and in a far from appreciative mood of the unwelcome sunlight.

Kagome studied the back of her eyelids, trying to convince her body that what it wanted most right now was sleep, and failing miserably. By now, she dearly regretted feeling too tired last night to close the curtains as the insufferable sunshine baked her body. Having been yanked from her numbing rest far earlier than she liked by the morning fight ritual in the kitchen, her body refused to ignore the too warm light across her body and go back to sleep. Deciding she doesn't want skin cancer just yet, Kagome tried to shift positions only to find that it was a VERY big mistake.

A large spasm of pain racked her body, setting off a chain reaction and informing Kagome that her nerves and pain center were working just fine even if the rest of her isn't.

"Oh shit…not this again."

Interestingly, her body seemed to have healed as one solid block. As long as she lay unmoving, she was fine. But the slightest movement sent sharp pains flashing through her entire body. This must be what a mummy feels like, she thought and tried to go back to sleep and pretend that she was still dreaming and that the day hadn't started yet.

Unfortunately, the world had other plans for her, all of which unerringly seemed to involve actual movement. A loud pounding on her door jerked her from the numbing escape she so desired. Mentally growling at the intrusion and wanting to actually growl at the intrusion, Kagome wondered if she could get her facial muscles to work well enough to tell the intrusion to fuck off.

The decision was made for her by Inu Yasha's bellow: "Bitch, if you don't get down there you're not getting any breakfast!" Not waiting for a reply, Inu Yasha turned and left, grumbling all the way.

If it weren't for Sesshoumaru's threat of death, and withdrawal of ramen, he would gladly have left the wench to starve. After all, it was her fault that he'll never be able to look at a feather ever again without flinching.

Back in her room Kagome fleetingly wondered why Inu Yasha didn't try to wake her up like last time. Probably afraid I'd attack him with another pillow, Kagome concluded with some smug satisfaction. Just as well, she amended, because there didn't seem to be a pillow within reach anyway. No wonder her neck hurt when she woke up this morning.

Should she get breakfast? Or more to the point, can she stand breakfast? Kagome toyed with the decision. Inu Yasha's words had prompted her appetite, but she also had serious doubts that her body was up for a jaunt downstairs. And skipping a meal won't kill her, right? But then her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything substantial since two days ago, and skipping a meal this time, in fact, just might kill her.

Groaning with each movement, she pulled herself from the bed, her muscles obviously disagreed with her stomach on what was more important. Muscle stiffness does NOT get less annoying with experience.

Kagome was ready to give up when she realized she also had to change before she could go downstairs. She was still a guest, after all, and couldn't exactly walk around in her nightgown (unlike another youkai we know). But her stomach then gave out another, rather insistent, reminder of whose need was more important.

In the effort that had taken her to get dressed, Kagome had consigned everyone except her family to Hell. Her mother would have been horrified at the language she had used. But they weren't here, were they?

Walking off the stiffness of her body, which mainly comprised of walking like a inept zombie until everything was stretched enough, she headed to the kitchen. Halfway down the stairs, the sound of voices in the house caught her ear, strangely familiar voices that belonged to neither Sesshoumaru nor Inu Yasha.

Kagome was quite amazed that Sesshoumaru or Inu Yasha would actually have visitors, but ignored the thought in favor of those involving food and what will happen once she gets her hands on some.

It wasn't until the voices were almost on top of her that their importance managed to hammer through the fog that was Kagome's brain before breakfast. Immediately she turned around, a movement far faster than her body could currently handle and slipped. The descent of her rear onto the polished stairs was expedited by an orange fuzzy meteor that slammed itself into Kagome's stomach, right on the gunshot wound. All air left so quickly, Kagome didn't even have enough left to cry out in pain. It was too late; the voices had found her.

"Kagome, is that you?"

"Yeah, Kagome-san" the voice at her stomach chimed in. "We never would've thought we'd see you here."

I should've just starved, Kagome thought ruefully wondering what kind of grudge the world had against her. Much as she loved her friends, seeing them here was the last place she would have imagined, and now of all times.

Starting to breath again, Kagome pasted a bright smile on her face and looked up at the similarly surprised faces of Sango and Miroku. "Sango, Miroku, hi! How are you? Why are you here?" Her voice was full of innocent surprise, revealing nothing of the horrified shock that she was actually feeling.

Thank God she had thought to pull on a pair of pants and a long-sleeved blouse before coming downstairs. She didn't know how she could have ever explained her nightgown, whose sheer, light fabric was good on her skin, but didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Well, we're going on a picnic, but Miroku said he had to get something from a friend here, an Inu Yasha, I think." Sango replied. "What are you doing here?"

"An Inu Yasha!?" Kagome's gaze zoned in on Miroku, who had suddenly taken an interest in the intricately decorative marble tiles, deliberately avoiding eye contact. "So that's how you got the information on Sesshoumaru."

"You don't trust my research abilities, lovely Kagome? I shall die from such a brutal strike." With a hand against his heart, Miroku presented a perfect picture of affronted dignity. "Besides, you said you wanted information, you didn't say how I was supposed to get it. But everything's detailed and accurate, right? So what's the problem? "

"I simply found it rather suspicious when you were able to tell me all his childhood injuries and what brand of shampoo he used (which she had promptly gone out and purchased, btw). If I didn't know you better, I would have sworn your interest in him went more than just research. Lemee guess, you're here to pick up the rest of the research on Sesshoumaru, right? You know, I'm surprised Inu Yasha pays that much attention to his habits."

"I know. Surprised me too. But I guess it's just hard to ignore someone you live with."

Sango and looked on confusedly at this conversation between Kagome and Miroku. She's always worried slightly about their sanities; they've always worked too hard, although what exactly they did for a living was still kind of blurry. Before she could comment, Inu Yasha strolled in. "Yo, Miroku, what's up?"

"Hey Yash, definitely been better." Miroku cast a look at the bundle in Kagome's lap, which responded by sticking out his tongue at Miroku.

"I've got the files in my room. I'll meet you in the living room." With a quick hello to Sango, Inu Yasha suddenly noticed Kagome sitting in the middle of the stairs.

"Don't tell me you haven't been to the kitchen yet? Were the big bad stairs too much for you? Do you need your breakfast-in-bed?" He would have tried patting Kagome on the head if she didn't look like she would willingly bite his hand off.

"You DO know where the kitchen is, right? You know, the place where you barged in yesterday?" He smirked as he bounded off to his room. Kagome would have been slightly touched by the caring gesture if it weren't said in the in the tone one used to address a five-year old.

When Inu Yasha left, Kagome caught sight of Miroku's raised eyebrow, clearly thinking of all the implications of what her breakfasting here, the bed comment and the "yesterday" could imply. She could tell she would be getting a call from him later about this. It was too good an opportunity for him to pass up.

It took all of Kagome's control to keep her blush from creeping up and to look unconcerned about what had just been said. Picking herself up from the stairs, she wrapped an arm around the unusually quiet bundle at her stomach. "Do you know where the living room is?"

Miroku led the way to the living room, and they each took a seat. The plush furniture was extremely comfortable, quite surprising when you consider the residents of the house…and how often the furniture always has to be replaced.

"Kagome-san, what are you doing here?" the bundle on Kagome's lap asked. Sango and Miroku leaned in, obviously wanting to know the answer but were too polite to pursue the question.

"Oh…I'm just visiting…a friend here. It was urgent. It's for work."

Sango seemed to accept the explanation while Miroku tried to hide a knowing smile. Kagome would have gladly throttled him, but that would have been too obvious and settled for a venomous glare instead before turning her attention to the pup in her lap.

"Shippo, is everything ok? How's the magic shop doing?"

Despite being underage, Shippo, the kitsune pup insisted upon living alone. And having found his talent for magic and illusion, decided to open a magic shop, which doubled as his apartment, with funds from Kagome, in the market district. Last time she went, business was doing great. Of course, Shippo's cuteness and marketing skill was a lethal combination to any visitor within hearing range. More than once, Kagome will vouch, she has walked away buying many more things than she had planned on.

But running a store is time consuming and Shippo still has to go to school. So Kagome, whenever she could, would watch the store in the morning when Shippo was at school. Needless to say, Kagome's picked up some very useful sleigh-of-hand tricks because of it. And sometimes, Sango would bring some of her delicious cooking. Since first finding Shippo, lost and alone in a side alley, both Kagome and Sango have assumed some sort of maternal role toward the small but irresistibly cute pup.

"Yeah, everything's alright. But business is down a bit though. Kagome-san, do I have to go to school this year?"

"Yes, Shippo, you do. People are not going to buy magic equipment from someone who hasn't finished school. And I'll come down to see the shop soon, alright?"

"Alright," Shippo sulked at having to stay in school, but then immediately brightened. "Do you want to come to the picnic with us, Kagome-san?"

"Oh yes, Kagome, come with us. It'll be fun. And you look like you could enjoy a break." Sango confirmed.

"Thanks, but no. I still have a lot of stuff from work to deal with. And besides, I think I'll give you guys some alone time not to mention save Miroku a few immobilization sutras." Kagome replied with a wink.

"But we'd be glad to have you. And what do you mean? Miroku wouldn't use those sutras on you. Right Miroku?"

"10…11…huh, what?" Miroku, hearing his name, quickly shoved the sutras he was counting into his robes before Sango could see them. "Of course not, dearest Sango. I would never."

Further conversation was disrupted by the appearance of Inu Yasha through the doors. "Here ya go, Miroku. That should be more than enough for anyone wanting to know about Sesshoumaru. Don't know why they would want to though. Bunch of freaks. Wait, don't tell me he has a fan club?"

"Not that I know of, Inu Yasha. I told you, it's for a research project."

`Really…" It was evident Inu Yasha wasn't buying it. He narrowed is eyes at Miroku, as if looking for a sign of some kind.

"And now I really must be going. Come on Sango, Shippo, we must go while the sun's still nice" Miroku continued hurriedly, anxious to escape further questioning. You owe me for this, his glance told Kagome as everyone shuffled out the room.

At the door, Kagome raised her hand to wave Sango, Miroku, and Shippo good-bye, and once again discovered the mistake of movement. Kagome could now feel the blood flowing from her re-opened wound through her bandages. As soon as the car pulled out of the driveway, Kagome turned around and headed back to her room.

Idiot! I should have done this when I woke up. Pain or no pain. Kagome mentally berated herself for failing to rewrap her bandages in the morning.

Taking a rare break from his seclusion in his study, or maybe he just couldn't take it anymore, Sesshoumaru had just opened the door when he saw the object of the thoughts that had been plaguing him all morning walk oddly up the stairs and into her room. His first reaction was joy and then to follow her and see how she was doing.

But he brutally squashed this desire and turned at the stairs if only to prove to himself that his physical desires had not overwhelmed the better judgment of his mind.

While his mind gloated over this victory, the scent of blood suddenly filled his nostrils and without a thought, Sesshoumaru found himself outside the door of Kagome's room. Pushing the door slightly, Sesshoumaru was once again assaulted by the scent of fresh blood.

Sudden fear shot through Sesshoumaru and he barged in.

Kagome sat on the bed with the front of her shirt open, glumly analyzing how best to redress the wound when a sudden gust of wind brought her attention to the doorway. There stood the Ice Lord, completely emotionless except for the intense gaze that he held trained to Kagome's figure.

Clutching the front of her blouse, Kagome reacted in the only logical manner.

"WHAT are you doing here?! Ever heard of KNOCKING?! How DARE you-"

"Take off your shirt." Must females always scream in such high frequency?

"WHAT?! Look, I don't know what standards Inu youkai use to qualify relationships but by MY standards, one mission and being forced to live in this house with you sure as hell don't mean we have anything. And if you try to put so much as one finger on me, I swear I'll kick your ass into middle of next week!"

As if to punctuate her threat, Kagome stood up on her unsteady feet and tried to look intimidating.

Just finishing her sentence, she suddenly found the imposing figure of Sesshoumaru mere inches away from her. "I don't like blood on the furniture. And since you are obviously inept at it, you will take off your shirt and let me tend to the wound."

With each word, Sesshoumaru leaned further and further in until their lips were a mere hair's breath away from contact. The intense golden suns of his eyes never once flickered from the endless chocolate depths of Kagome's.

Intimidated and yet undeniably excited by their proximity, a part of Kagome longed to close that minor distance between them. To see how his lips would feel. Too see if his skin was truly as cold as his demeanor.

Unfortunately, her knees chose then to give up, sending Kagome sprawling back onto the welcoming cushions of the bed. Reaching out to steady herself, Kagome no longer had a hold on her shirt and the front of the blouse fluttered open, revealing both her quickly unraveling bandages and her black lace bra.

Immediately, Sesshoumaru's gaze was drawn to her lavishly displayed chest, and unconsciously ran a tongue across his lips. Try as it might, the scanty dark satin could not completely embrace Kagome's voluptuous frame and the tops of her breasts peeked seductively through the lace trimmings of the bra.

How the hell does she manage to hide all this? Next thought: No one else will ever see her like this, I won't allow it; They'll be dead before they draw their next breast, uh, breath.

Now if only those pants would slip a bit lower…

Sesshoumaru had to applaud her choice of clothing, or lack thereof. The dark satin lace contrasted sharply with her naturally pale skin, which in comparison, seemed to glow as if with an inner light. And combining it with look of innocence, she reminded him of an ethereal angel, but one in very naughty lingerie, whose image did more things to his body than he'd care to admit at the moment. She's seducing me, and she doesn't even know it. Hate to see if she ever did this intentionally. But his heart sped up at the thought.

By now, there was a strong part of Sesshoumaru that wanted nothing better than to lean in and see if her skin was as bright as it looked, as silky, as warm. He could see himself tasting down to her neck and reaching her chest, where his tongue would dive into the cleft between her breasts. He could almost hear her moans (or maybe they're his own).

The sprawled position suits her well, he thought darkly as all the positions they could be in quickly flashed through his mind. There were quite a few that he'd like to try out.

"Um…Sesshoumaru, are you ok?" a quiet voice snapped him out of his fantasy. Kagome was starting to worry as Sesshoumaru kept staring at her unmoving, but with an expression that looked as if he wanted to eat her.

"Of course I am," he snapped, bit harder than he meant to.

Finally turning his attention to the point of why they were here in the first place, Sesshoumaru realized that in order to unwrap the bandages he would have to entirely take off Kagome's shirt. Part of him celebrated at this.

Slowly placing his hands on Kagome's shoulders, he slid the blouse down, his face once again millimeters away from Kagome's. He could feel her warm breath on his cheek. Just a little taste, part of him screamed. Just once, just a little…

Making the mistake of looking up, Sesshoumaru found himself caught in the wide brown eyes, which beckoned to him. Slowly, he closed in.

Is he going to kiss me?! A part of Kagome's mind screamed. That's what you want, isn't it? The other part countered. Well, uh, yes, but, uh…

All thoughts abandoned Kagome in favor of other, more intelligible people, as Sesshoumaru's lips made contact. She was amazed at how warm they were, and how gentle. His lips flickered over hers, tasting, teasing, as if he's not quite sure about pushing her. But the effect was devastating and far more enticing than any demanding kiss.

Opening her mouth slightly, Kagome longed to deepen the kiss, to truly feel him. He accepted the invitation, tongue darting in to dance with hers in a manner that their bodies wanted to soon follow. Wrapping an arm around her upper back, Sesshoumaru angled Kagome's head for better access. And Kagome wrapped an arm around his neck, treading her fingers through his moonlight colored hair.

Slowly, he lowered her down into the bed and their glorious moment came to a crashing stop. Kagome's wound decided to reassert itself by sending a spasm of pain through Kagome's body, effectively stopping the kiss as both came crashing down to reality of who they were, why they were actually here, and what they were doing.

As the mood dropped dead, Kagome and Sesshoumaru immediately untangled themselves as if the other suddenly had a deadly contagious disease. The time, as Sesshoumaru cleaned and rebandaged the wound, which was healing nicely, was spent in ear-splitting silence. Neither one making eye contact nor any unnecessary body contact.

Once done, Sesshoumaru explicitly cautioned Kagome to get some rest and quickly returned to his study, obviously deciding he'd had enough of break and finding seclusion to be a safer choice, leaving a half-dazed Kagome to ruminate over what had just transpired.

Not to say that Sesshoumaru didn't give the incident any thought once back in his study. In fact, he couldn't get it out of his mind. Am I going crazy?

Hard to say. Were you ever normal to begin with?

What would possess me to do that?

Desire.

Has it really been that long since I've had a woman that I am now lusting after a mere mortal girl, a powerless and useless annoyance?

She may be mortal, but she's far from useless. She proved her abilities well last night. Any person, human or youkai would be lucky to have her on their side.

And yet her only natural talents could be her fire and wicked tongue.

Mmmn…yes…a very wicked tongue…

Normally, Sesshoumaru would have taken a cold shower about now, always an effective method. But after last time, he wasn't sure if he could control himself if it happened again. Just focus on the research and once we've caught Naraku's killer, I can send her packing and never have to see her again.

Back in her room, Kagome couldn't believed she just kissed Sesshoumaru, the ice king who makes a glacier seem like summer, and enjoyed it. Hell, she more than enjoyed it; it was bliss. Oh God, I must be losing my mind.

Deciding to distract herself, Kagome decided to flip through the real estate catalog she had picked up.

After half an hour of avidly flipping through the catalog, her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"So, Kagome, sleeping with the enemy, are we? Didn't know you went for such the stoic type. Always thought you'd go for someone with more spirit."

"What are you talking about, Miroku? I'm not sleeping with anyone. Unlike some, I can keep my hands to myself." At least that was true until a few minutes ago.

"Touché. Well then I guess you were just there, eating breakfast and looking like you just got out of bed because you were busy with `work'." Kagome could hear him laughing on the other side.

Kagome rolled her eyes. "Yes, my job, which takes a lot of time and effort."

"Well, make sure bring some protection with you." The laughing got louder.

Enough is enough. "Is there a point to this call, or do you just not have anything to do?"

"Not originally, but now that you mention it, I'm calling to tell you that I'm leaving the package with Shippo at the store. You can pick it up there."

"Alright, thanks Miroku."

"So, how was-"

"Goodbye, Miroku" Kagome cut in forcefully and snapped off her phone. She should've known it was coming.

Suddenly feeling the need to get out of the house, Kagome grabbed her keys and headed for the garage.

Hearing the sound of a car being started, Sesshoumaru went to the window in time to see Kagome's car pull away. What the hell does she think she's doing? Doesn't she know that wound needs rest to heal? He decided to follow, but not before commanding Inu Yasha to clean up the mess of feathers in Kagome's room, which really should have been done yesterday.

Kagome's car sped toward the market district. For once, luck was on her side and she found a decent parking spot. After squeezing past other to reach Kitsune Magic, Kagome found that while the store was still bustling, there could be far more customers given the amount of people milling around. "So Shippo, how's it going?"

"Hey Kagome-san. Oh yeah, Miroku left this for you." Reaching down Shippo drew out a fat manila envelope. "It's not going too well. See the new store across there, They're taking a lot of the business and they only sell card tricks."

Looking across, Kagome noticed a very beautiful girl behind the sales counter. I see. So that's why. "Don't worry Shippo, we'll get the customers back. Why don't you show me a trick."

"Sure!" Shippo enthusiastically agreed, always willing to show his talents. Taking a wide necked bottle from below, Shippo placed it on the table.

"Watch carefully. The bottle is empty. Nothing in it, nothing around it." Taking out a handkerchief, Shippo showed that there was nothing unusual about the handkerchief. Slowly, he passed the handkerchief in front of the bottle. Coming out the other side, the bottle was suddenly half full of milk.

"That's amazing, Shippo!" Kagome cried in a slightly louder than needed voice, although her delight was sincere.

"Wait, there's more." Another pass of the handkerchief revealed a dove in the bottle where the milk used to be. Taking the dove out, Shippo placed it in Kagome's arms.

"Oh, it's so beautiful, "Kagome cooed. Suddenly, the dove flapped its wings and flew off. "WAIT! Come back. I'm sorry Shippo, I didn't hold on to it."

"Don't worry, Kagome-san. It'll come back at sunset."

By now, they had gathered a small crowd as the rest of the customers in the store came to see what the commotion was all about.

"I don't suppose you can teach me that trick, Shippo?"

"Sorry, Kagome-san. Trade secret."

"Well then, can you show me another one?"

"Sure."

One after the other, Shippo amazed and astounded the growing crowd with various illusions and sleigh of hands. By around the fifth trick, it was getting extremely crowded in the small store and Kagome managed to slip away with buying only three magic sets, a record compared to her usual amount.

Finally managing to squeeze her way outside, Kagome gulped in air like a drowning swimmer. Shippo really needs to expand soon or some claustrophobic beginning magician is going to catch his death in the place.

Tossing a glance across the way to the hack of a store that dared call itself a magic shop, Kagome smirked at their now pathetic lack of customers.

Feeling much better about her day, at least what's left of it, Kagome figured that as she was here already, she might as well pick up a few things.

A few steps down the walk, Kagome ran into another group of shoppers. Although it wasn't a large group per se, it spread itself across the entire available roadway presenting a giant wall, and moved with about the speed of one.

She obviously wasn't getting around it, so she went for the direct approach. Halfway through, she found herself on the receiving side of enough elbows to reconsider the benefits of her choice.

A well-placed elbow sent her flying out the side of the group and slamming into the store wall. Though her ego rivaling the damage of her body, she could only be glad that at least she was out.

"LOOK OUT" someone screamed and pointed to something in the sky. Looking up, Kagome could only make out a growing shadow. With growing horror, Kagome realized that she was directly under the shadow.

Frozen in shock, Kagome raised her hands as a feeble defense and waited for the devastating impact.

But it never came. "Do you have a death wish? Or is the view of an underside of a flower pot simply that interesting?" A sudden voice by her ear brought her back to consciousness. Seeing the ground fall away beneath her, she finally realized that the only reason she was not following its path was because of a set of arms under her knees and around her back that held her like steel bands.

There was no mistaking the exasperation and disdain of that voice. "Uh, hi Sesshoumaru. What are you doing here?" She had been caught.

"Do you ever listen to what you are told? No, I didn't think so. We will return home now."

"But my car…"

"Very well, I will pick it up later." Impossible woman.

In half the time it took Kagome to reach the market district, they were back at the manor. Stepping inside, they found Inu Yasha waiting for them, looking unusually patient…and also unusually smug. Not a good sign. He held a magazine in his hands.

"So Kagome, how's the house hunt going?"

"Huh?" This was unexpected.

"You mean you don't know. And here I thought you were actually going to make yourself useful for once since you have nowhere else to go, something you conveniently forgot to tell us. Shame, Kagome, I thought you had some honesty."

"What? Where did you get this idea?

Waving the magazine, Kagome now recognized it as one of the catalogs she had been looking at earlier.

"You went through my stuff?!" Did the concept of privacy not exist in this house? "Look, fine, do you want rent payment or something? Name your price."

"Not money. I have another type of payment in mind." Inu Yasha's smile grew wider.

Kagome suddenly felt a shiver of dread run up her spine. This can't be good.

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A/N: well, well, well…just what kind of payment does Inu Yasha planning? Find out next chapter.

Soudesuka-Shurikens: I bask in the glow of your "hail!"s. YAY ^_^

Setsuna Bu: InuYasha is #2. I think I've mentioned that fact before………oh well. And yes, InuYasha is an assassin; I just, uh, don't know what to do with him other than the comic relief and punching dummy role I seem to have placed him in.

Dark Savior( ): Is your name suppose to be like a method name in Java? That's so cool. Anyway, I love your idea and I'm going to try to incorporate that into the story.