InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Catch an Assasin ❯ We are in Hell ( Chapter 1 )

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Hello! Tis I Evil-chan! I'm not gonna go into all into detail about who I am and all that jazz…That's what the my profile is for, not like there is anything interesting about me! I am as normal as normal can be! Introduce us damn it! Oh yes this is D.C, my evil side—Yo! And C.F my good side-- nice to meet you! They are helping me with my story! So yeah…Yaaaay! Finally, my first fanfic. Reviews are of course welcomed and even flames, go ahead flame me I dare ya' NYAH NYAH! Even if no one reviews or very few people review I AM going to finish “To Catch an Assassin…” no matter what!...Unless D.C kills me in the near future or the Men-in-White capture me—again. Hey, dumbass! sigh yes --.I want to give a shout out! Me too! OOOooh okay! Hey BlackFairy! You better review! Harmony, it's me! Just wanted to say hi and I hope you enjoy the story; feel free to review, please! Evie-kichi!Ale-chan! I did it I did it la-dee-da-dee-daaaaahhhh! I told ya' I'd do it! YOU BETTER REVIEW! Well with that done…..Enjoy the story! Oh, yes, here is the long, summary; the one that actually makes sense…

Summary: In a crime infested city, the assassin, Celestial Archer, helps rid the city from the evil men and demons who dominate it. But, is there more to this assassin then a modern-day hero/ good Samaritan; or is there another purpose to the killings, maybe…Revenge? What's more another infamous assassin has been hired, by the nefarious Naraku, no less, to hunt down the Celestial Archer and to find out C.A's true identity. What will happen when the two meet? Will spark fly or will they kill each other first? OOoooOOooh o Tum-tum-tuuuuummm! Read our damn story to find out!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha!!!

To Catch an Assassin..,

Chapter one: We're Already in Hell….

7 Years ago…

They waited for him…The one who calls himself Naraku in the old, run-down cemetery, the appointed meeting location once the mission was completed.

They surveyed their surroundings for any security guards, though they doubted there were any; most of the security was transferred to the new cemetery a few months ago. All that stood were the graffiti-ed head-stones lined up in numerous rows, and the weeds suffocating the graves. The wind howled a sad song through the dark night. Nothing like a night in the cemetery…

They were two in total. Both men were tall and burly, their black clothes were stained and disheveled; the shortest of the two men had a fresh wound on his cheek. They were two suspicious characters…The kind of men your mother warned you about, the kind that weren't afraid to kill. Muscular and with malice etched into their faces they waited for their boss. Their coats shifted with the howl of the wind, the acrid smell of gasoline wafted from their clothes.

The taller of the two spoke first, while the other searched for a cigarette, “You think he'll come?” He asked gruffly; his reply was a unconcerned shrug from his partner as he lit his cigarette. “I can't believe we went through all that trouble for this pink…marble.” “Jewel,' the scarred one corrected. “Wha'?” “It's a jewel dumbass!” Came the impatient reply. His comrade just grumbled, `Whatever, fucking smartass..” “You got it?” “No shit, it's in my pocket.' After that friendly conversation they stood in silence and lapsed into thought.

Both thought of what they'd do with their share of the hundred grand and of their last mission. The family of priests and priestess they just murdered went down so damn easily…down to ashes; the fear in their eyes was absolutely priceless! It was a shame they had to kill the two young women—But everyone had to die, they smiled, and everyone did die. Still…they could've at least raped them before killing them, especially the feisty one that managed to graze one of them with an arrow. Tsk, tsk, what a waste. Oh well, they'd just fix their desire with some good, willing whores. Who says money can't buy happiness?

Their “pleasant” thoughts were interrupted by the rhythmic sound of grass being crushed behind them— Footsteps. Swiftly, they drew their guns to the menacing figure shaded by the nearby oak tree. “Did you get it?” A deep voice, coolly inquired…A voice that was lavished with such malicious, evil, the thin hair at the nape of the men's neck stood on end. (A/N: Yeah, you better be scared you evil men you! How dare you do such a despicable crime like- Uh Elvia, please don't give away the story. Yeah shut up! --…Fine) “Y-Yeah we got it,” one of them stuttered out. “Where's the cash?” The crony asked, anxious to get the meeting over and done with. “First put those guns down and give me the jewel.” Reluctantly, they obeyed. The tall one searched his pocket and took out the pink jewel and threw it at his boss. Naraku caught it in mid-air…”What! This is not the jewel!” He yelled with black fury. The two men stepped back in fear, “B- But,” the shortest one tried to speak, “It was what they were protecting, it was what that wench fought for before we killed her!”

“This,” bellowed Naraku, “this is a cheap imitation sold by the shrine for a damn profit!” The duo cringed as red eyes raked over them with obvious distaste. “You fools… I have no use for you two anymore.”

“Whaddayame-“The tallest didn't get to finish. Blood gushed out, like water from a spigot, from his mouth; his eyes widened as he heard the sickening squilsh as Naraku's appendage retracted from the man's chest. (A/N Oooh Oooh ha ha you dead you dead OOooh Oooh!) He crumpled to the grass on a crimson puddle. Naraku smiled. “ The bigger they are—“ He was interrupted by the persistent pokes of bullets as they pierced his chest. “Bastard!” The living man yelled as he continued to shoot, “Damn you to hell!” A figure sped toward him in an astonishing speed and grabbed the annoying mortal by his neck. He easily lifted him from the ground. He whispered coolly into the man's ear, “We're already in Hell.” The man's neck snapped easily…Another lifeless body hit the ground. (A/N….HAHA Serves you- mph! Just shut the fuck up!)

With those two annoyances dealt with, Naraku pondered over his present dilemma. He was soooo close, but now, the jewel disappeared…Again. Suddenly, something within him begged for release, forcefully he pushed it back. Damn nuisance he thought, but on to more pressing problems. Where was the jewel? He'd get it he swore to himself, he will! Now the most pressing question…Who had it?

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Recent Day:

11:45 P.M

A lone figure spryly dashed through the road. He is trying to escape…But I'm way ahead of him, the figure thought. Sprinting through the bushes, tall grass and trees of the rural part of Tokyo, the view of the bridge leading into the docks came into view. He won't escape. The assassin quickly hid behind a thick, sturdy tree; the assassin's weapon was readied. Now I wait.

(A/N OOOooooOohh TUM-TUM-TUUMMM! Just ignore the dumbass)

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Satsu Muzai impatiently tapped his long, manicured fingers on his knee. They were almost there…The docks. His private ship was waiting for him, to sail to America; waiting for him to make his escape. He bit his bottom lip angrily, blood seeped from the self-inflicted wound, but, he didn't feel the pain. He was too preoccupied, thinking back to the cause of this mess. A note. Yes, the cause of all this mayhem began with one, infamous note; one note that was looked upon as a plague by the evil men and demons in the realm of the underworld. Such despised and feared memorandum was (true as the rumors went) found impaled by an arrow and lodged into the door of his mansion.

The reminder was short…

You have three days…I'll be watching.

Two arrows both intersecting each other,forming an “x” were drawn at the bottom of the note; the Celestial Archer's famed signature.

Three days…The rumors proved true—you had only three days to live. Every recipient (ten so far) has had a three day time-limit. Then, when your time was up, your bones would be found in some location and your body guards wouldn't remember a thing that happened. You've fallen prey to the Celestial Archer.

He grounded his teeth, how infuriating! Running away from a veiled assailant wielding a bow and arrow! How, how fictitious! But this wasn't fiction…(A/N Actually this story is a fiction story so pretty much-- Arrrgh Elvia is smacked with the binder xx ow!) The last ten demons/humans who received the note died in the promised deadline; no one lived a day longer. All that was left was a skeleton in a clean heap. Damn it, Damn It, DAMN IT! He banged his fists onto the mini bar right besides him, the crystal glasses tinkled. NO, not me; not Satsu Muzai, youkai and feared by all humans. He was going to live and kill this Celestial Archer, if he got in his way!That's what the last victim of the Celestial Archer thought, his traitorous mind negated. No he was arrogant and a fool, the last demon thought he'd take on the Celestial Archer alone. No, I'm prepared, my men are in front and behind me, armed, the limo was bullet-proof all the way to the damn tires! He would have asked his “friends” for help but those damn, fucking cowards avoided him like he had leprosy ever since they found out about the note. But he didn't need `em, he reiterated to himself, he was perfectly capable to do this alone. Yet, these thoughts did not reassure him. He felt the icy tendrils of fear creeping onto him; his instinct warned him of imminent danger. For once in his life, Satsu Muzai was pissin' scared. The Butcher, his nickname in the underworld by both those that feared and admired him, was scared. Him, The Butcher, who has had killed, stolen, embezzled, and committed many lustful acts of rape. Satsu Muzai, who not even the police can touch because he was that powerful. He, the hunter…

Being hunted.

By an assassin with such a gay name as the Celestial Archer! A modern day Angel of Retribution. An illusive opponent no one has heard of or seen …The mysterious Celestial Archer. What the fuck was the world coming too!

As he reached for some sherry, his keen peripheral vision caught the glow of a dull pink light coming closer from the right window…Then the explosion was followed. The limo spun and tilted crazily as the bullet-proof back tire was disintegrated. The driver tried franticly to regain control but, the weight tilted too much to its left and the limo crashed to its left side. Muzai crashed his head onto the window with such bone-crushing force that if he were human he'd be dead. On the brink of consciousness he heard the trample of his hired men running to his aid.

Silence ensued as the body guards searched for any threat. “There!” A voice yelled. “By the tree! There he is!” A staccato of bullets rattled the air. Dust flew in a blinding cloud, obscuring their vision. They stopped and waited anxiously until the dust settled. No one was there. Tentatively they searched the perimeter…No one. Then they heard the small spppss sound coming from beneath them. In unison they looked down, a spherical blue object sppps-ed, and then abruptly stopped.

Satsu felt another explosion vibrate the limousine. A blue-greenish gas could be seen, like fog, from the window. His hyped senses smelled a nauseating odor; he retched and his eyes burned…Ten-seconds later the noxious gas disappeared along with stench. Wildly, he scrambled out of the limo through the sun-roof. Once out he realized the danger he had just scrambled into. His men lay scattered in unconscious heaps…He was a sitting duck. (A/N Quack!) “Are you ready?” A voice questioned. Muzai's gaze skittered towards his right. There he was, leaning against a tree, his arms nonchalantly crossed on his chest, what seemed to be a long pony-tail artlessly lay on his shoulder; he was silhouetted by the fat tree he was leaning against. “So, are you ready?” The voice repeated. Odd, but there was something about the whisper-of-a-voice that didn't sit to well with him… Muzai found his voice, “To die? Not a chance.” Rapidly he threw blades of lightening. (A/N O0 OooOohh lightening demon!) He managed to graze the Celestial Archer but he managed to jump away from any major damage. He heard a thump from behind him. He turned to see the Celestial Archer standing on the side of his limo; then the sight before him momentarily froze him to the core. It seemed his last assault managed to tear the hair-band that held the pony-tail; now raven locks danced gracefully with the wind as the Celestial Archer stood watching him attentively. He was a she! Now that the assassin was doused in moonlight it was much easier to see (and appreciate) the female figure that was always hidden by shadow and her priestess clothing (A/N: Think Kikyo's only dark blue!). Suddenly, the shock that a woman was the cause of all the deaths and pandemonium in the underground realm enraged him.I was afraid of a mere woman playing the Masked Avenger… “You seem to be shocked to find out that I'm a woman…” She stated casually, her weapon was already strung and aimed. His disbelief and anger shook him to the core that he sent a lightening attack that struck the Celestial Archer so fast and strong that no one would have been able to escape from the attack, much less survive. He smiled wickedly, pathetic woman…they are only meant to rape and for pleasure… He chuckled at the easy defeat of the feared Celestial Archer; he was a hero! But, his laughs of triumph got lodged into his throat at the sight before him. Enveloped by a pink barrier, the Celestial Archer stood unharmed. If it weren't for the veil that covered her face, Muzai would swear that she was smiling. A miko!...And a woman? Satsu Muzai's bones shook.

Her face was passive, “are you prepared?” He knew he was going to die…just like the others. “May Kami forgive you for your sins.' She released the bowstring. His screams echoed into the night. Once the purification process was completed, all that was left was a clean, purified skeleton…just like the others. The Celestial Archer turned on her heel and left the execution site. But unbeknownst to her, far away a witness quietly left the scene, ready to make a call.

In Some Unknown Place

…Still recent day:

12:30 AM

“Ah, so we have a renegade miko then?” A sinister chuckle echoed through the study. “Well, then thank you Kanna, stand-bye for further instructions.” A click was heard as the phone was put into its cradle. Naraku sat back and thought over this new bit of information. An insistent whoosh-snap-click of a fan being opened and closed disturbed his thoughts. “Kagura, cease the damn noise!” The noise stopped.

“Do you think she may have it?” asked a rebellious incarnation.

“I don't know, but something tells me to pursue this enigma known as the Celestial Archer.”

“Are you going to try to capture this assassin? Many say it's impossible.” Kagura shuddered as his laughter filled the study once again.

“Who ever said I would be the one capturing the illusive Celestial Archer? Besides, ever heard of catching fire with fire? Only this time to catch an assassin….”

“So, who are we sending to do the dirty work—again?” She asked distastefully, she hated the thought of using people and/or demons…She should know.

“My, my, aren't we chatty tonight eh, Kagura?” She just shrugged.

“Of course, I'll only send the best…,” Naraku said.

Mildly interested, Kagura asked, “Who?”

Another wicked smile.” Why the reputable Hanyou, of course.”

“ I heard he was hard to hire and that he only kills who he deems fit…”

“Well, if money won't persuade him; I'll just use my own sort of persuasion…Besides, these assassins are more brawn then brain.” Naraku picked up the phone from his cradle, “now Kagura leave me while I make a call to a certain Hanyou.”

For once Kagura didn't argue against the order.

OOwwww my head hurts! Why'd you have to hit me so hard? Because you wouldn't damn, fucking shut up and stop interrupting the story! Now can we please refrain from using swear words, and Elvia you have to learn to stop interrupting while we are typing the story. But you girls were typing most of it! I wanted to have some input! Anywayz, WELL, WELL , WEEEEELLL DID YOU PEOPLE LIKE IT? I am sooo sorry that this was such a short chapter but, I promise to try to type more for the next chapter. Any sort of criticism is wanted! But, the bad kind or flames, will be answered by D.C or just plain ignored…so yeah. Well, I am tired and my head really hurts (Elvia sends death glares to D.C) !Yeah,well we better go and continue our vacation. Yes, Harmony and Blackfairy must be waiting! Well, byez!

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