This is an AU fic with no demons. Inuyasha still has his silver hair and gold eyes.
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Chapter 1
KAG POV
I held out my left hand at gazed at the brand new white gold diamond engagement ring I had recently been given. He had been saving for it since our freshman year at the university. Now we were going to graduation and it was finally going to happen. I was going to marry Inuyasha. I was going to be Mrs. Takama. I smiled as I pictured our little family. It definitely was a long time coming.
"You really like it, don't you?" I turned from my position on the bed to smile at my silver haired lover. He was leaning against the doorway, his face baring his trademark smirk. He had no shirt and blood red pajama pants on.
"I really love it, Inu." I squealed, hopping over him. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with every ounce of passion I had in me. He pulled away and gazed at me.
"God, you're so beautiful." He whispered. I blushed and looked away.
"Why do you do that? It's embarrassing."
"Do what? Admire my beautiful wife-to-be?" he gently stroked my cheek. "Baby, I could watch you every minute of every day and never tire of your chocolate eyes."
"You're so sweet." I laid my head against his chest. "I can't wait to live our lives together."
He looked down at me and smiled. "I know how you feel babe," he quickly kissed my forehead. "Well come on. Let's get ready for the party. It's our last one before we say goodbye to this place forever." I nodded and left his arms for the bathroom. I removed my clothes and stepped into the steaming shower and was in there for about five minutes before I felt a pair of strong arms encircle my waist. I smirked, already anticipating it. I moaned as he massaged my breasts and left him slowly bend me over and have his way with me.
She took my arm as I escorted her into the party, the music blasting. Kappa Kappa Psi banners hung from the ceiling. I smiled to myself. The sorority life that I have grown accustomed too was now coming to an end. It was sad in a way, but I couldn't forget that this was more of a beginning than an end. Kagome was going to become my wife and we were going to live a great life. I could feel it.
"Inuyasha!" I strained my neck to see who called my name and nodded my head when I saw that it was Miroku.
"What the hell," I grasped his hand to greet him. We both paused gazing around the room. "So what do we got?"
He chuckled. "Eh it's not lookin too bad actually. Lots of booze-" he raised his right hand, grasping a red cup. "Lots of weed-" he raised his left hand, holding a joint. "And lots of devastatingly sexy-ass women." I laughed and turned to glance at Kagome. She was talking with Miroku's date, Sango.
"Well at least the girls are having fun," I raised my voice a bit so he could hear me over the music.
"Huh? Oh yeah…the girls." He mumbled as he tipped his head forward to get a better look under some girl's dress. I rolled my eyes. That fool was such a damn lecher it made me sick sometimes. Though I had to admit, he was good with the ladies. It was this new one however, Sango, that seemed to withstand his charm quite easily. She actually couldn't stand the guy when they'd first met freshman year. She had only agreed to date him now after four years of him sending roses to her dorm, making huge embarrassing signs to cheer her on at her volley ball games, and his endless attempts to grope her. She succumbed quickly after receiving an expensive Chanel evening bag. Who knew designer labels were what made her heart sing. Yeah, I said the same thing. Gold-digger…but he swore it wasn't like that. And so far she hadn't said anything of the sort to Kagome. So I dismissed it, deciding it was Miroku's problem and not my own.
I made my way back to Kagome's side and bent down so I was level with her ear. "You want something to drink, love?"
"Sure baby." She nodded and I left to go find the bar. I grabbed martini glasses that held light blue liquid with pineapples floating in it.
"Girly drinks," I mumbled as I made my way back to her. "Here you go babe." She took the glass and smiled with gratitude. I made sure she was situated and walked back over to Miroku to stop him from grabbing someone's ass. I mean jeez the girl had to be like eighteen years old. I gulped down my drink quickly, not wanting to waste any time on the fruity crap. It wasn't going to affect me anyway. I spun around when I heard glass hit the ground, thankfully not breaking. Kagome stood pouting over her fallen drink complaining of how she hadn't yet gotten to have any. I rolled my eyes, but turned and left to go find something to clean it up.
I walked down the hallway of the large main building on our section of the campus; smiling at each of the house portraits and trophies I passed by. I stopped at the kitchen and ripped a couple paper towels from the rack. As I turned to leave I staggered, having lost my balance.
"Whoa, what the fuck," I brought my hand to my face as my vision began to blue slightly. "What's…going on?" I could barely hear my voice anymore and my head was spinning. I tried to wander down the hallways, silently hoping to maybe come across Kagome. Suddenly, I was started by a brown-eyed, dark haired woman that reminded me so much of my Kagome, I knew it was her.
"Kagome," I reached out to her. She said nothing, but took my hand and pulled me, leading me somewhere. She had dragged me into a room and pushed me down on the couch. I tried to make out what she was doing, but became even weaker as I strained to keep up with my surroundings. Before I knew it, I was undressed down to my boxers, Kagome sucking on my neck. I tried to speak, but couldn't.
'Fuck,' I thought. 'What the….fuck!' Nothing made sense right now. Couldn't she see that I wasn't behaving normally? What was wrong with her? I tried to move, but couldn't find an ounce of energy. Suddenly I heard a door swing open, slamming against the wall.
"INUYASHA!" I heard someone scream. It sounded a lot like Kagome, but this voice was far away. How could she be all the way over here if she was in my arms? "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" the voice was shrieking now. I knew it had to belong to her.
'But then who is this?' I thought, still not able to move.
"KIKYO!" I heard Kagome scream. Even though I had no control over my body, my heart sank into my stomach as I learned who it was that sat in my lap. "YOU'RE MY FUCKING SISTER, YOU SLUT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"He wanted it, Kagome." I heard Kikyo say. She took my head and held it close to her bosom as if caressing me. "It's what he's wanted all along; he just didn't have the heart to tell you."
I heard Kagome choke on a sob. I tried desperately to move. I needed to hold her. To tell her this wasn't real. I needed…her help. She obviously didn't notice something was wrong because she backed away, her sobs audible now. "Inuyasha……I never- want to see you again. It's over." She said quietly. Then she ran, slamming the door behind her.
'No! Kagome! KAGOME!' I was screaming inside my head. I was almost to tears, praying she could hear my thoughts. But she couldn't and she was gone. I heard another person enter the room. My heart started beating faster. 'She came back!' I thought. Unfortunately my heart began to beat too fast for me to catch up with it.
"What the-INUYASHA!" Miroku screamed. He ran over and pushed Kikyo off of me. By now my body was twitching and my eyes rolled back into my head. "INUYASHA! STAY AWAKE! STAY WITH ME BUDDY! I'M CALLING 911, JUST HOLD ON! INU-" but I never heard the rest of his words. My world had faded to black.
4 Years Later…
Kagome stood on her balcony, her eyes closed. She spread her arms as she enjoyed the soft breeze that flowed onto her terrace. She loved living here, in her Beverly Hills mansion. Life had been good for her and she had done it all on her own. She had overcome all the obstacles, including that stupid ass she had been fortunate enough not to marry. Yes, Kagome had it all. Her risky profession was a small price to pay.
It had to have been about three years now since she had gotten involved with the mob. The Italian mob to be specific. She had still been in a dark place, having struggled a great deal with the cancelation of her engagement. Mr. Boccinelli had approached her politely, asking her why she looked so upset. Their conversation had ended with him convincing her she needed to put herself up in the ranks. That she needed to get herself a position of power so no one could hurt her anymore. She would be in charge. She would have all the control. That was the day she became a spy for the Italian Mob.
Mr. Boccinelli hadn't lied when he told Kagome how her life would be. She had a nice car, she had a beautiful home and she had many, many nice things. She had obtained many skills when she entered this business. She had been taught to fight with extensive skill, using large, ancient retractable blade. She was fast and she showed no mercy. However, she did not have to fight often. If she did the job flawlessly, she was rarely noticed and fooled even those most clever. She had undergone many personas. From bartender to dental assistant, she had played all the characters and pulled all the stops to get every ounce of information she needed. She wasn't just good. She was the best.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her attire for the task at hand finally finished. She sported a light green jumper with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath. She decided to be weird for a second and rubbed the fake pregnant belly she wore. She was a mommy today. And she looked the part. She turned to the side. This probably would have been how she'd look had things gone a different way. It was strange to think that. She glanced at the small velvet box she always kept at her vanity and opened it for what seemed like the one-thousandth time. The ring still sparkled as if it had been bought yesterday. She thought about it for a moment and decided that since she'd be playing the part today, she might as well complete the whole look. With that, she slipped the beautiful work of art on her ring finger, grabbed her bag and headed out to her destination.
KAG POV
I pulled up to Dulce de Leche, a small café in the heart of Las Angeles, and slowly walked inside. My male companion (he was a cover sent to aid me) at my side. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back and rubbed my belly. He opened the door for me and we were quickly seated. I adjusted my listening device while I held conversation with my comrade. I was listening hard for information. Men had gone missing and it was suspected that it was the Spanish mob that was behind their disappearance. Suddenly I began to hear it. Clues. I wrote it down while I listened intently, still holding conversation. This was it. I got what I needed. I took a deep breath and removed both my device and notebook from sight. He looked at me and I smiled. I finished my scone and coffee and started to rise from the booth.
"STAY WHERE YOU FUCKING ARE!" I heard someone scream. They were angry…furious even. I knew they were talking to me. I froze. Unable to sit back down or stand.
"STAND UP!" 'Damn it,' I reached into my bag for my blade and began to stand up.
"ALRIGHT YOU CAUGHT ME!" I heard another voice. I froze again. I looked at my aid. 'Sit down.' He mouthed to me frantically. I blinked and slowly sat down. The next thing I knew there was gun fire and then chaos erupted. Everyone in the café went crazy, screaming and knocking each other down. I hopped over the benches, one by one, trying to make my way to the door.
"Hey, you!" One of the men yelled, pulling out a gun. He fired. I smirked. It always seemed like it happened in slow motion. I pulled out my blade as he fired and swung it out to my side. It shot out, a gold and silver blur, and easily deflected the bullet. I swung it back and ran out. I'd made it back to our car when I'd realized that my comrade had not made it out with me. He had been shot and I had no idea. I turned, almost going back, but I knew he was gone. I glanced painfully at the ground then jumped in the car and sped off.
I sped down the highway, it was starting to get dark and I had to stop for gas. I pulled out my cell phone. Finally they were calling me back. "Hello," I said firmly.
"Kagome, we are sending them out as we speak to lend you a hand. But you need to go! The war is about to begin and there's no doubt they're going to send men out to try and track you down! They'll take anyone and everyone prisoner."
"Are you serious?! Where the hell am I supposed to go? I'm not guilty of anything! I didn't break any laws!" I couldn't believe it.
"Meet us at the safe house in Laguna Beach. We'll give you all you need from there. After that, you'll have to guide yourself for a while. You'll be provided with expenses…" I listened as I continued to drive to the house. 'Fuck,' was all I could think.
Inuyasha stared at the file that had been placed on his desk. His whole day was now ruined. Just this morning he'd been well rested, had a good fuck from an old friend and enjoyed a good breakfast. And now here he was in the foulest of moods because of his stupid job. He sighed and packed his bag. He headed to the elevator, exited to get home to his kitchen. He was starving and ramen was number 1 on his list right now.
Falling into the profession by complete accident, he took it in stride. Oh how he loved the thrill of the chase. Seeking the prize. The bounty, if you will. That's what he was after all- a bounty hunter. The best in the state actually. Which meant a lot of ridiculous cases right along side the exciting ones. It was a small price to pay. "If they can afford me, I'll give 'em what they want" is what he said often. That's fair…isn't it? He found them every time. They couldn't escape him or his tetsaiga. The weapon his father had bestowed upon him long ago. It was a very large blade, only to be wielded by those who developed the strength especially for it. He used it well and only if necessary.
Inuyasha pulled up to his freshly built three bedroom house, paused for a moment then shut off his dark red Nisaan Armada. He stepped inside the door only to be greeted by his idiotic best friend, Miroku. His faced remained tired and emotionless. He didn't want to talk right now. He just couldn't. Inuyasha threw his bag on the ground and walked past his friend. He was officially done for the day. He needed to sleep because somehow he just knew these next few days were going to be very difficult. But then…he stopped. Slowly, an evil smirk appeared on his face and he let out a small chuckle. This could be great. He could finally let that bitch know what a fool she was. How stupid she was. How she still was. He would show no mercy. She'd be treated like anyone else he'd hunted. To him, they were all the same.
Miroku stayed put, confused as to why he was being ignored. He glanced down at Inuyasha's backpack and inched torwards it, glancing behind him every now and then to make sure Inuyasha had really gone to bed. He opened the pack and pulled out the manila folder that had been placed on top and everything else. He opened it and nearly fainted from its contents. There, in the middle of the first page, was a photo of a girl with tanned skin, dark hair and dark eyes. Those milk chocolate eyes. Anyone could recognize those eyes anywhere. They held the same mix of softness and determination. The FBI wanted her for questioning concerning recent and major activity within the mob scene.
"That must be his problem," Miroku murmured. She was his new case. Kagome Higurashi.