Lay Before Me

You're talking about destruction? I know all about destruction. I wrote the book on it. Shoot a man from a ten foot building with a revolver, impossible? Yeah, but have I done it? Of course. I'm a fucking god. I'm a goddamn assassin for Christ's sakes. Kill a man with a butter knife? Been there, done that, bought a tee shirt. But of course I have a weakness. Every man has a weakness.

And where there is a weakness, there is a girl. Her name…Kagome Higurashi. She's my fire. She's my weakness, she's my destruction. And I'm… I'm her weapon.

--Inuyasha

Prologue

It was the 7th of February, naturally he was checking out his gun collection. Silently congratulating himself on a wonderful kill and remembering the glory moments of this one. All he could remember was how delighted he was to finally get punched in his face which was better than the victim who was whimpering exclaiming something preposterous like 'I have a wife and seven children…' Maybe he should've thought about he 'wife and children' before getting involved with Naraku.

Inuyasha ran his fingers across the glass, admiring each and every barrow. Seventeen guns, each of them killed at least six people. At least. There was no point of being modest. He slowly opened the glass, holding his breath once his fingers reached for one gun. The one that has never been used before. A gift from Kikyou, Inuyasha held the gun in his fingers, noticing the perfect fit. He stared into the mirror, firing one single shot, shattering the image before him.

"This is for you, Kikyou."

Kikyou was going to be as good as dead.

Kagome closed her eyes, tiredly listening to the bickering that was happening before her. That's all they did was yelled and hollered. Yelled, hollered and repeated. She would've thought they had better things to do than scream at each other but she was wrong. Today was not an exception. Both of them, her manager Miroku and her body double Kikyou, were screaming.

Normally she would've been amused and normally she would've said something along the lines like 'you guys stop it' but not really meaning but today… today she had an headache and this headache was like an explosion to her brain. Which hurt. Really badly.

Kagome sighed loudly hoping they would get the hint but from she could see, none of them heard her. She uncrossed her arms, holding her index finger to her right temple rubbing it sourly. If the bickering ended, it would be too soon. And when the bickering ended, she was going to get an Advil and pop it in her mouth and sip on a nice refreshing cool drink of water.

"Please guys…"

"You know what, you're an ungrateful piece of work, you know that?" Kikyou sneered.

"I could say the same thing for you but you're not a piece of anything, really. Just a hundred percent bitch."

Kikyou rolled her eyes, "You're really funny, Monk."

"Thank you. Kagome, are you okay?"

Kagome eyes snapped up, "Ten minutes ago, I would've said 'yes, I'm okay'. Five minutes ago I would've been like 'I kind of have a headache.' One minute ago I might have been like 'You know, I think my head is on fire.' Now… now…." Kagome grunted, "Now is not the time to ask if I'm okay. Okay? Thank you. I'm going to get myself some Advil, a nice cool refreshing glass of water and probably some cookies. Thanks."

Kagome took one final look at Kikyou and Miroku before marching out of the room. It was everywhere, from her right ear to the left ear, across the brim of her nose and God knows where else. Her mind hurt. Her brain hurt. Her butt even hurt! How was that even possible! How could that even be?

Why did her agency have to hire people who couldn't even stand to be in the same room together, let alone work together? It was preposterous. They were obviously drunk! Those two were going to be the death of each other, probably one day unexpectedly both of them clobbered the hell out of each other and both bodies were found in a dark ally somewhere and then what? Then nothing, Kagome realized, pushing open the door.

The sweet aroma of the cookies were just what she wanted to smell and even though there were cookies in her dressing room, she felt that if she ate them in the same room as Miroku and Kikyou, she would've lost her temper. Kagome leaned against the Vender Machine, taking a timid bite out of the chocolate cooked cookie. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, going through her purse for some Advil. She located the bottles of water, sitting coolly in a bucket of ice.

There she was, in the 'common room' where usually the camera people chilled in, a famous actress getting ready to accept the award for Best Actress in a Drama, not even dressed yet. She didn't even bother to go into the makeup trailer. She might not even go at all. She just might…

"Miss Higurashi, you're up." The worker looked quizzically at her, "You're not dressed."

"Send Kikyou in." Kagome retorted, "I'll just go to my hotel."

"Is anything all right?"

"I have the biggest headache that only God can imagine." Kagome replied as the worker replied, before speaking into his speakerphone.

Kagome stared at the large tray of fruits before deciding against it. She might as well go to her hotel. There was no need for her to be there if she wasn't going to enjoy the award's ceremony or the after party. The headache was just much for her to bear. Besides tomorrow she was flying out to Japan to visit her family. It's been too long since she seen them.

A driver appeared, looking at Kagome with concerned eyes. Kagome nod and smiled at him before stepping out the back door. Kagome stepped into the opened doors, closing her eyes again. Her head was throbbing a little lesser than before. She was glad for that.

"Ma'am, I'll be right back, I forgot my keys."

"Okay, Raul. Take your time." Kagome said kindly, leaning her head against the seats.

It wasn't like she had any other place to go. She was in Paris. And all Paris was was glitz, glamour and wild rave parties going on at anytime at night. She rather be curled in her bed in Japan, holding her cat or fighting with her dog… Kagome sighed, the bitter price of fame.

"Fasten your seatbelt; this is going to be a bumpy ride."

"Raul?" Kagome asked.

"Unfortunately my name's not Raul."

Kagome widened her eyes in fear, "Who are you?"

"Let's just say, Kikyou, your time is up…"

What is wrong with me? I don't know… dabbling in some… stuff… not really but I never written a story from Inuyasha's point of view (it's not really from his point of view or anything like that, I just said that) and while I should be writing my Rough Draft for my English Paper, I decided to dabble in a new story. What about my other stories you say…? They are still here & there. Ya'll know.

I know, it's supposed to be Lie Before Me but of course I didn't think of that until now and I never change my story titles just because I have a major ego and I refuse to admit I'm wrong. And this is the shortest chapter to date. Which is okay. It's the Prologue. Prologues are meant to be short.