InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tragedy of Shikon ❯ Moonless Night ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Moonless Night

He sighed as he once again looked at the security console. He pushed his black hair out of his eyes and groaned, when he was hired on he wasn’t expecting to have to stay awake all night, all by himself in a stuffy room filled with monitors depicting several different areas of the heavy cruiser. He pulled a small device out of the pocket of his uniform, a circular device used to do everything, communicate, location, video, everything. With another heavy sigh he flipped the cover up and pressed the button. A screen about 12 inches wide and 8 inches tall appeared seemingly out of thin air. The video seemed a bit washed out and he knew he would have to replace the projector soon. Or just buy a newer model. He selected an erotic video he knew well and presumed watching it.

“Lieutenant Hideka, are you there?” A feminine voice asked.

He jumped and the com devo fell from his lap and he turned to one of the screens, the one depicting the lab.

He pressed the communicator button and replied “Yes, is there something wrong Dr. Higurashi?”

“No, Sango wanted me to make sure you weren’t doing anything naughty.” She smiled as she adjusted her camera. He could see her worn face as she looked to her left. She nodded and moved to the side.

“You had better not be doing anything bad.” Another woman said, dressed in an uniform similar to his. She had her hands on her hips and her lovely brown eyes were flashing with anger. She whipped her head to the left and her long hair flowed over her shoulders to settle right in the middle of her well shaped breasts. His heart skipped a beat as she leaned forward, clearly showing her cleavage. “You’re not are you?” she said sweetly.

“No, I wasn’t.” He told her mesmerized by her soft skin.

“Good, cause I will take a cheese grater to your balls if you are watching porn again and not keeping an eye on this ship!” She growled as she stood up and stepped out of the screen. His eyes got real wide as he pushed his chair back as far from the screen as he could and grabbed himself. He sighed as he realized they were all right.

“Do you have any idea who this captain is that Sesshomaru sent for?” The doctor asked. She sighed.

“No, I don’t have a clue.” He said as he looked to the screen showing the docking bay. “All he told was to expect him to pop by to scope out the ship.”

“Oh.” She said simply. “Okay then, I’m going to bed. Good Night Miroku.”

“Night Kagome.” Miroku told her before she flipped her camera off. He looked over all the monitors once more before finally settling on the one that showed the docking bay. It was dark outside, which was to be expected at night. He sighed it was going to be a long night.

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Pausing before the entrance to the docking bay, which was curiously lax in its security, Silver hesitated a moment before he slipped through the gates to dock 189 of the East Dock.

There she was, a beautiful creation of human ingenuity. A sleek black ship, not a light lit up the hull as it should be. He sensed something was off but brushed it aside. It towered above him, seemingly endless as it disappeared into the ceiling of the docking bay. The various cargo that was stacked neatly along the wall of the bay was labeled and clearly marked. He moved up to one of them as stealthily as a shadow and traced one of the markings on it. It was the shape of a ancient monk’s staff. The crate next to was plain and only had a beaker on it, presumably for a lab. He sniffed the air around the box and could not detect any scent coming from it, nothing but the wood of the crate. He looked at the crate puzzled, his sense of smell never failed him, why was this box so different then the others?

He climbed a few of the crates to the top and looked at the first one he saw and was surprised to see it held the same symbol as his jacket. He glanced quickly around and used his claws to pry the lid open. Inside was a bunch of clothing that smelled a bit musty, but undeniably his. Curious he lifted a shirt out and held it up. It was a shirt of some sort of space academy for flight training, to be worn underneath a uniform. It had a name on it, Inu Yasha Takahashi.

“Is this who I am?” he asked himself as an alarm went off.