InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Bear Witness ❯ All The Info You'll Ever Need ( Chapter 2 )

{Disclaimer: See Chapter One, baby.}

SF: Ack! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to neglect you all. Thanks to my brother, we had a lightening storm that shorted our modem. Nothing else, mind you, just our modem. Now why do I say it's my brother's fault? B/c Super Genius said three days before the storm, "What would you do without the internet?" My brother is a jinx, I swear! So here I am, back again and ready to play. Sorry again!

Chapter Two: All the Info You'll Ever Need

*6:OO AM*

Kagome sat in the waiting room of the Atlanta branch of the Marshal office patiently. She glanced at her watch, at the door, then her watch again and sighed. 'I knew I should have picked them up myself,' she thought with a low growl. She stopped exercising at 4, took a shower, changed into a baby blue terry jogging suit and sped down here to wait on Sango and Miroku. And they were late, as usual.

A giggle by the doors brought Kagome out of her revere. She glanced up, then held back a giggle as Sango and Miroku came inside.

Miroku looked as casual as ever, with a pair of black wind suit pants and a white t-shirt. But Miroku wasn't what Kagome, or the rest of the lobby for that matter, were softly laughing at. It was Sango, who smiled as she approached Kagome. She wore a black miniskirt with matching pumps….

And a man's dress shirt that was at least three sizes too big.

Kagome nearly choked when Miroku patted Sango's backside, earning a slap in response.

"Damn Miroku, can't you keep your hands to yourself for once," Sango groaned as she hugged Kagome.

Miroku grinned wickedly behind her back, but quickly straightened up when Sango glared at him over her shoulder. Kagome cleared her throat and lead them toward the elevator. When they were finally inside and headed for the 12th floor, Kagome finally cracked.

"Lost your shirt again I see," she said with a straight face. When Sango blushed, Kagome started to laugh, her giggles bubbling up through the shaft to their destination. When the doors opened, Kagome was a little calmer and Sango was a lot redder.

"I swear, I don't know what you do with them, Miroku," Sango grumbled, earning a fresh set of hee-haws from Kagome.

Miroku shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about, love."

"Yes you do," Sango retorted as they entered the conference room. "Every time I spend the night at your house, you take my shirt. Why?"

Kagome slumped down in one of the swivel chairs around the conference table, gasping for air as the couple argued.

"I don't know what you mean," Miroku lied, his hands behind his back.

"Yes you do! Where do you put my shirts? I swear, if my underwear starts disappearing I'll-"

"Hello everyone," Shippou said as he walked into the room. He glanced from Kagome; who was still laughing, to Sango; who ceased fussing with a light blush on her face, to Miroku; who sat down and stared back at him in feigned innocence. Shippou glanced over Sango's attire and sighed.

"Miroku took your shirt again, huh?" he said as he sat down. Kagome started anew and Sango's blush darkened as Kaede walked into the room. She raised an eyebrow quizzically, but said nothing as she passed Shippou to sit at the head of the table. She gave a quiet sigh, a signal for the meeting to begin.

"I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here on an early Friday morning," Kaede said as she sat her briefcase on the table.

"You four have been chosen for an assignment in Jacksonville that starts at" glances at watch "11:00. You're to be in Jacksonville before then. Shippou is your technical support and will give you the details of the mission objective, plus who ranks in this mission. I would do it, but I have to go home. Here are your files," she slid three vanilla envelopes across the table to their respective owners. "And Shippou has another package to give you. " Kaede stood up and in a flash of a smile she was gone, leaving the nervous TS to the matters at hand.

"So you're home base, huh Kit?" Miroku said as he leaned forward, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

Shippou blinked in confusion. "Home base?" he said, obviously confused. Sango nudged Miroku in the side as Kagome explained.

"That's what we call technical support. You know, whoever leads is first, then second, third and TS being home since you stay here."

Shippou nodded in understanding. "Oh, OK. That makes sense. Then Miroku, you're third, Sango's second and Kago" he grinned "you're first."

Miroku grinned at Kagome triumphantly. "You're the new boss? Great! I love to be dominated."

"You must like being beaten too," Kagome sighed as Sango slapped Miroku upside the head. Shippou held back a chuckle as he picked up his mission notes.

"OK, you two. I need Miroku conscious for this," Shippou warned good-naturedly before beginning.

"About three months ago, five top computer and technology software companies received threats to sell out or else. All the companies ignored it and now out of the companies, all but two CEO's and owners have been murdered and their company headquarters ransacked. The FBI was called, but they passed it to us. This branch is handling the CEO and owner of Western Technologies Corporation, or WTC for short."

He glanced around, making sure everyone was paying attention before continuing. "Not only are we protecting the CEO, we're also protecting the Junior Executive, since they're brothers."

"Brothers?" Sango said. Shippou nodded and she sighed. "Man, and who said that favoritism is dead?"

"Anyway," Shippou cut in. "Their files are inside the vanilla envelopes Kaede gave you. If you'd follow me to the lab."

The group groaned as Shippou lead them out, heading to his lab, creatively named 'Kit's Playground'. Sango waited until Miroku caught up with the hyper young man before whispering to Kagome

"Why are you still having that dream?"

Kagome sighed and shrugged, keeping her voice low as she answered "I don't know."

"What's it about?"

Kagome sighed. "Same guy, just different dreams. Sometimes we sit and hold each other, sometimes we dance, then other times….well, you don't need to know the other times. This past week though, I've dreamed he's trapped inside something. I doubt this guy is even real," Kagome said with a sniff. Sango tilted her head to the side, then gasped.

"You're in love with the guy, aren't you?"

"AREYOUSERIOUS?!" Kagome shrieked, earning strange looks from Shippou and Miroku. Kagome and Sango grinned weakly and returned to their whispering.

"Gosh, it was just a question."

Kagome sighed again. "I know. I don't know what to do. I mean, is it nuts to fall for a guy in your dreams?"

Sango shook her head in sympathy. "Nah. Its not nuts. It just means you need to get laid."

OK, maybe not as sympathetic as I thought.

Kagome rolled her eyes in annoyance as Sango continued. "Why don't you date that guy Hojo? You know he likes you?"

"Hojo?" Kagome asked. Then she shuddered in disgust. "That guy from the mailroom?"

Sango nodded.

"Nu-uh. No way. He's cute and all, but he's too nice. He's too, (in Mickey Mouse's voice) 'Hello Kagome. You look so pretty today. Will you go to dinner with me'. Ug."

"What's wrong with that?" Sango countered as they walked into Shippou's lab.

"Nothing. I just get the feeling that if we went out, I'd probably end up with a toothache from him being so sweet."

"So, you're a masochist?"

"NO!" Kagome hissed as they stopped by a file cabinet. Shippou cleared his throat to get their attention before opening a locked file drawer and pulling out a bag of brightly colored balls.

"These are quite unique," Shippou grinned as he plucked out a green ball. Miroku reached inside the bag and grabbed a blue one.

"Ooo…gumballs! I love these!" he said as he popped it in his mouth. Shippou paled and slapped Miroku in the back of the head fiercely. The gumball flew out of Miroku's mouth and into Shippou's hand. With barely a grimace, he tossed the ball into an adjacent room made of bullet-proof glass.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!" Shippou shouted as he grabbed Kagome by the waist and fell to the ground. An explosion suddenly rocked the building, sending Sango, Miroku and the lab techs to the floor. When the dust settled, Shippou stood up and helped Kagome to her feet.

"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?!" Miroku hollered Shippou's face, dropping into his Aussie accent.

"That, stupid, was a gumball bomb," Shippou stated as he brushed past him and grabbed the bag of 'gumballs' off the shelf he left them on. "They're activated with water, and you only have about 30 seconds before they go off."

"Why didn't you tell me that BEFORE I tried to eat it?"

Shippou shrugged. "You didn't give me time. That will teach you to keep strange things out of your mouth."

"What fun would that be for Sango," a tech whispered as he brushed past them. Sango blushed, then whapped Miroku's arm.

"Do you tell people what we do?" she thundered.

"Um, maybe a few," he said as Kagome and Shippou started to giggle behind them.

"What's a few?"

"Um…five?"

"Ooooooo!" Sango growled. Kagome grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away from Miroku as Shippou handed her three 'gumball' bags.

"These are for the three of you. Don't worry about them being detected at the airport. They won't be. Now come along. And yes Sango, it's still premeditated murder if you make Miroku eat one."

Shippou lead them to a table in the middle of the lab, with him on one side and Kagome standing between Sango and Miroku on the other. He reached under the table and pulled out three large black leather pouches. He passed two to Sango and Miroku before opening the third.

"This," he said as he pulled out a two-way pager and motioning for the others to pull out theirs. Kagome shared with Sango as Shippou flipped his over and slid open a hidden compartment in the back. "isn't an ordinary two-way. In this compartment are these."

He lifted out what looked like a contact lens, holding the piece of plastic up for them to see. "This is a tracking device. It's made of an indestructible, flexible, adhesive material that can withstand at least 1000 lbs. It's as thin as a strand of hair and on the inside of it is a tiny microchip that gives off a signal for 500 miles. The two-way itself is a mapping system, an internet source and picks up the honing beacons the tracking devices emit. They can't be detected by metal detectors either."

He put the two-way back in the pouch and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Shippou gave them to Kagome and motioned for her to put them on as Sango and Miroku put on theirs. "These are your walkie-talkies."

Miroku glanced at the shades doubtfully before putting his on and glancing at Kagome and Sango.

While all were small round frames, Miroku's were black tinted, Sango's were blue tinted and Kagome's were purple tinted. Sango's and Kagome's had a small crystal on either arm of their shades, with a small crystal on the bridge of Kagome's. Shippou smiled and reached under the table for his own.

"Kagome, if you'd push the tiny crystal on the left and whisper hello."

Kagome did, reaching up to push the small rhinestone. Sango instantly jumped, staring at Kagome in surprise.

"I heard her!" Sango exclaimed.

Shippou nodded. "There are tiny speakers embedded in the arms of the shades. The crystal on Sango's left, and Miroku you're right, all link to Kagome. Sango's right and Miroku's left link them to each other. Kagome's crystal on her nose links her to me."

He reached for Kagome's shades and put them back in the pouch before handing the pouch to her. "That's all I have for you today. If you need anything, I'll send it. Extra weapons, laptops and other necessary things are already in Jacksonville."

Shippou showed them out of the lab and to the elevator gates. "Goodbye." He waved. He paused suddenly and grabbed Kagome's arm.

"I almost forgot," he said as he pulled something out of his lab coat pocket. "This is for you, Kago."

Kagome took the small black leather sachet from him, inspecting it before asking, "What is it?"

"It's throwing daggers," Shippou explained as he opened it. Inside were at least a hundred two-inch needle-shaped daggers.

"I thought you'd appreciate them. The pouch is water-proof, fire-proof, hell nuclear-proof if you want to be technical. It ties to your upper arm."

They hugged before he sent her on her way with Sango and Miroku. "Be careful, Kagome-mama!" Shippou called before disappearing inside the lab doors.

"Why does he call you that?" Miroku asked as he pushed the button for the lobby.

Kagome leaned against the wall and closed her eyes wistfully. "I helped Kaede care for him when he was little."

"He's an orphan, right?" Sango asked.

"If Kaede hadn't adopted him he would be," Kagome answered. "Anyway, I used to babysit him when I was in high school. He's called me Kagome-mama ever since."

"Awww….how cute," Miroku cooed as the elevator doors opened. Sango slapped his arm lightly, then growled when she realized she was supposed to be angry with him.

"Don't be angry for too long," Kagome said as she pushed them through the revolving doors to the outside. "Go home, get a change of clothes and the two of you meet me at the airport."

Kagome left them to their own devices; got in her car and drove back to her apartment. When she arrived, she called her mom and left a message on her answering machine for her to check on her mail every three days until she got back with a promise to call her later. She changed into a pair of black leather low-rise pants with the boot cut legs, a white shirt with ¾ sleeves and hook-and-eye closures at the neckline, and a pair of black leather anklet boots.

Kagome attached her badge to her belt before packing, tossing anything she thought would be useful into a rolling suitcase and a duffle bag before empting her entire vanity drawer into her makeup bag. She pulled her hair back with a black scrunchie, leaving a tendril in the front to frame her face before leaving the house again for the airport.

Sango and Miroku stood at the gate to the plane in the airport. Sango had changed into a pair of red flare-legged pants with a black tank top and black/red Jordans. Miroku stood beside her in a lime green short-sleeved dress shirt, left open with a white tank to underneath and a pair of blue jeans.

Kagome waved as adjusted her attaché on her shoulders. Inside were the two-way, the 'gumballs', the shades and the files Kaede gave her. She greeted Sango and Miroku, then together they walked down the ramp to board the plane. When they reached the plane entrance, a small young woman in a chocolate-brown suit greeted them with a warm smile.

"Hi! I'm Rin Juku, Mr. Takamada's personal assistant. He sent his plane especially for you three!" she chirped as she lead them inside the plane. They gasped as they finally got a good look at the inside, realizing that the person they were protecting traveled in style to say the least.

The interior was a white-and-black theme, with white carpet and black leather seats with decorative gold trim. One drink bar was positioned at the front of the plane, and another was in the back before the small hallway that lead to the bathrooms and the luggage areas. Everything about it screamed money and lots of it. Kagome sank down into one of the seats while Miroku and Sango raided the front bar under Rin's watchful eye.

"Aw man! Look here!" Miroku exclaimed as he pulled out a bottle of vodka and a bottle of tequila. "Takamada's got style!"

"Actually, that's Mr. Hitame's bar. Mr. Takamada's bar is over there," Rin said, pointing to the other end of the plane. Sango zipped to it and oooed and awed for a few seconds before pulling out two bottles of her own.

"Forget Hitame! I like Takamada's taste better! Look!" Sango said as she waved a bottle in Miroku's face.

"Mr. Takamada said for you to have what you wished," Rin said before disappearing into the cockpit.

"He's got some good stuff here Boss," Miroku said from behind the bar. "There's French Burgundy, Bordeaux-"

"Pinot Noir, Barolo, and Cabernet. Hey," Sango said as she pulled out one of the Pinot Noir bottles. "There's nothing but red wine here. How can a guy live on only red wine?"

"You two will never find out," Kagome said as she reached inside her for the case files. "Because you won't be drinking any. Sit down and order water if you're thirsty."

"Aww…" they said as they sat down across from her.

"But Boss-" Miroku started when Kagome glared up at him from her reading. "How would it look for a you to be drunk on the job? I said no. And don't call me 'boss'."

"Alright," Miroku said as Sango began to read the paper. 'Finally,' Kagome mentally sighed as she opened the first file.

*File One*

Name: Takamada, Sesshoumaru

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Lt. Blonde

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 198 lbs.

Martial Status: Single

D. O. B.: 12/07/74 (?)

Sex: M

Occupation: Owner and CEO of Western Technologies Corp.

Hometown: (?)

'Hm,' Kagome stared in confusion at the last question mark. 'Why wouldn't intelligence know where he's from? And why is there a mark beside his birthday? Oh well, on with the rest of it.'

Information from intelligence:

Inherited WTC from father. (I. Takamada.)

Father and Mother deceased. (I. Takamada D. O D. 05/15/94) (M. Takamada (?) )

Part of the Fortune 500

Time's Most Eligible Bachelor

Rarely seen

Refused buyout from Naraku Jinsue, owner of unknown technology company in Sudan in '97.

'Hm. It seems Takamada's had problems from the beginning,' Kagome sympathized as she ignored Sango's giggling at some goofy joke of Miroku's. 'On to the next.'

*File Two*

Name: Hitame, Kikyou {SF: Like you weren't expecting her here somewhere.}

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 130 lbs.

Marital Status: Deceased (03/23/97) no children

D. O. B.: 11/03/77

Sex: F

Occupation: Financial Advisor with WTC

Hometown: Seattle, WA

Information from intelligence:

Died from multiple injuries from head on collision in Raleigh, NC.

'Oh, poor woman,' Kagome thought as she closed the file. She guessed who her husband was as she opened the last file.

*File Three*

Name: Hitame, Inuyasha

Eyes: Violet

"Violet?" Kagome said under her breath. "That's new."

>Like you can talk,< a small voice said in her head. >After all, you dream about a man with golden eyes.<

'Shut up,' Kagome shot back as she went back to the file.

Hair: Black

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 182 lb.

Marital Status: Widowed, no children.

D. O. B.: 06/14/77 (?)

Sex: M

Occupation: Junior Executive at WTC

Hometown: (?)

'I've had enough of these question marks,' Kagome decided as she stood up. She dialed Shippou's cell phone and read the rest of the file while she waited for him to pick up.

Information from intelligence:

Half-brother to Takamada, Sesshoumaru.

Father and Mother deceased. (I. Takamada D. O D.: 05/15/94) (K. Hitame D. O. D.: 10/18/90)

Widowed (wife: Hitame, Kikyou D. O. D.: 03/23/97)

Criminal charges:

DUI (04/97)

Disturbing the Peace (10/97)

Assault and Battery (08/98)

Brandishing a Weapon (08/98)

'Gee, he took his wife's death hard,' Kagome thought before Shippou's chipper greeting derailed that train of thought.

"Why am I staring at so many question marks?" Kagome demanded.

"Huh?" Shippou countered effectively.

Sigh. "Look in the files, Pup," Kagome said without the attitude, calling him by his other nickname. She could hear his fingers tapping on the keyboard from the other end then

"Why are there so many question marks?" Shippou said, repeating Kagome's earlier statement. Kagome sighed again.

"Look, we can't protect this guy with this little information. Do we have anything else?"

Some more tapping, then "Yeah. Um, Takamada himself is rarely ever seen. He's only done two photo shoots, the one for Time and one for an AIDS fundraiser. Other than that, you mostly see Hitame."

Shippou typed some more, then said "WTC is mostly a educational/robotics/medical research company. In 1995, they came out with a VR device that, if used for school, could help with studies by making it seem like you've been transported to whatever subject you're looking for. I tried it when it first came out, and looked up youkai. It took me all the way to Feudal Era Japan, and I actually got to watch as the CG miko fought a tiger youkai. It was so cool!"

"Yes, I'm sure it was, but why would Naraku Jinsue want to buy them out?" Kagome asked.

"I don't know," Shippou told her as his fingers clicked across the keyboard again. "Jinsue normally buys out military technology. A company like WTC shouldn't register on his radar. They're practically the angels of the technical field. Oooo….look at this!"

"What is it?" Kagome asked as Shippou ooed and ahhed on the other end.

"They recently came out with some new surgical laser. Its called the Tenseiga and it's awesome, if I'm reading this right. It's small, shaped like a ballpoint pin and portable. It cuts like a normal laser, but the unique thing is that there's a setting on it for polymers inside the laser that help seal wounds, like topical stitches. It's not battery-operated, but it feeds off a signal from the main power source at all the WTC branches. Doctors say its like a medical breakthrough because they can use it anywhere, including outside the hospital."

"That is amazing," Kagome agreed. "I need more info that this Pup. See into it for me, will you?"

"Sure, Kagome-mama! Talk to you soon!" Shippou chirped before hanging up. Kagome sighed and rested her head against the back of the seat, reviewing the information Shippou supplied. Sango giggled suddenly and called her name.

"Kagome! Have you read the horoscopes?" she asked. Kagome sat up and shook her head as Miroku came back from the back.

"Restroom, Boss," he explained at Kagome's questioning look. Kagome nodded as he sat down beside Sango. Sango smiled at him before turning to Kagome.

"Check this out. The first one is:

Gemini: Watch out! You're double vision may block the real picture."

"What's that mean?" Miroku asked as his hand crept closer to Sango's right breast.

Sango shrugged. "Don't know, but you shouldn't worry about it. You're an Aquarius, remember?"

"I do, love. Keep going."

"OK," Sango replied, unaware of Miroku's slowly-approaching hand. "Let's see:

Virgo: You're talents will soon be appreciated.

Leo:

"That's me!" Sango exclaimed before reading. "To be forewarned is to be forearmed. Huh?" She glanced up to find Kagome silently laughing at something on her shirt. Sango glanced down and whapped Miroku's hand away, then smacked him upside the head.

"Stop! I'm trying to read. You're next!" She glanced over his horoscope and giggled. "This matches you today.

Aquarius: Everyone is watching you today, so mind your manners."

Kagome broke into a fit of giggles as Miroku blushed. He ran an embarrassed hand through his hair, slightly mussing up his ponytail as Sango smiled and continued.

Sagittarius: Go with your gut on matters of importance. You may loose something, but you may also gain something more valuable than what you lost.

"And you, Kago-girl. Capricorn: The man of your dreams may be an angel in disguise. Even the sheep can wear wolves' clothing."

"What does that mean?" Kagome asked as Miroku sighed and sat back. "That's nothing but bullshit, love. That's why I don't read that crap."

"Well, if you'd read it, maybe you could've saved yourself from getting hit!" Sango shouted as she rolled up the newspaper and whapped him in the head again. Kagome sighed and closed her eyes, mentally laughing at the drama on the other side of her lids.

The rest of the flight to Jacksonville was in silence as each passenger prepared themselves for the mission ahead.

As the plane landed a few hours later, Rin came out of the cockpit. Brushing aside her dark, shoulder-length bob with a firm hand, she smiled as the plane rolled to a stop.

"Don't worry about a thing. There's already a car on the strip ready to pick you up and take you to Mr. Takamada's hotel. You're bags will be loaded as well."

Kagome nodded in thanks as she picked up her attaché case. She walked down the aisle to Rin and smiled. "Thanks Rin. Do you mind if we take a few minutes to set up?"

Rin shook her head and got off the plane, descending down the outside steps to the landing pad below.

Kagome turned around and waited for Sango and Miroku to stand before speaking.

"OK, from now on we're on the clock. No goofing off, and no funny stuff. These two are depending on us to protect them, to save their lives if need be. We are alone in this. The feds are only here to make it look good. We are the first, the last, the only line of defense these gentlemen have."

She put on the shades Shippou gave her and motioned for the others to do the same. "I expect you to have these with you at all times, along with the two-ways. OK, people,"

Kagome stopped, adjusted the attaché strap around her waist so the attaché itself rested on her backside. She looked up and smiled as she adjusted her badge over the strap.

"Let's go to work."

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SF: Ahhhh! I can't believe all the love I got for chapter one! It was great! I can't believe you guys like this so much. Check out my bio page for my new schedule to see when the next time I update for this.

Sesshou: Where am I?

SF: You're coming. You're in chapter three for sure.

Sesshou: Good. I should have started the fic, but I guess this is fine.

SF: I'd better be, Pretty Boy, because I'm not changing it.

Sesshou: What did you call me?

SF: Eeep! Reviewer responses are below. Sorry, no previews for this one because it's not finished. I can give you a clue though. Look below.

Chapter Three: I'm Not Just A Girl- We meet Mr. Takamada and Mr. Hitame for the first time and Kagome proves she's not just a girl.

SF: Oh yeah, as a special feature, all of Sango and Kagome's clothes are going to have a link so you can see what they really look like. My descriptions might be crap on a stick, so here goes.

Sango: Victoria's Secret Pants: Product # HW-151-330

Kagome: Frederic's of Hollywood Shirt: Product No# 73979 Pants: P# 74008 Belt: P# 05226

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