Hi! Hmm, what _do_ people usually say at the beginning of a fic? Cuz I'm
sorta clueless right now. Anyway, I'll just start out explaining what this
fic is about. It's AU, Inuyasha is an outlaw or thief, whatever you'd like
to call him, and Kagome is a detective, Miroku is a perverted and cheesy
owner/manager of a museum and well, Sango? She'll come into the fic
later...^_^
Anyway, I really hope you enjoy the fic! Please R & R! Constructive criticism and comments are accepted and I'd also like some suggestions on how the make it better. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Why must I do this? *sigh* It's gonna kill me one day. Oh well, *straightens up* Inuyasha and the characters never was, never will and never will by mine. This sucks, oh yes, where did I get the plot again? The plot is...err...I really dunno...*thinks hard* I'll get back to you on that...I need to think about this...meanwhile, Sesshoumaru's hair is sexy! J/k!
Guns and Handcuffs
Prologue
Silence.
The stars twinkled and the moon shone in the purple black sky. Slowly, the clouds came into view, blacking out the stars one by one until only the moon was visible. Two shadows emerged from the side of a warehouse.
The taller one, Naraku, glanced at his companion, Kikyo. "We better go now, if we want to get it in time," he whispered softly to her.
Kikyo nodded, her face pale with tense anticipation. She took a deep breath, and started running toward the next building, a museum called "Miroku's Museum of Rare Artifacts and Finds". Snorting at the cheesy name, Kikyo deftly pulled the screen from the open window and slipped through.
Naraku watched from the side of the warehouse. He waited until Kikyo was well inside before walking to the back of the museum. There, he waited until a rope dropped down from the top window of the building. Kikyo's face suddenly appeared through the window.
"Hurry!" she whispered urgently. "I'll go disarm all the alarms and traps."
Naraku nodded, and waited until Kikyo disappeared from sight before grabbing the rope. He yanked on it several times; making sure it was tied securely before pulling himself up, making sure everything he had on him was still with him. By the time Naraku managed to get up to the open window, he was huffing and puffing. 'This is what I get for not working out,' he thought to himself angrily.
Once he was inside the museum, Naraku felt a strange sensation. Not able to shake it off, he cautiously walked through the halls to the room that held the glowing Shikon no Tama.
"Yes! Finally I'll be able to get my hands on the Shikon no Tama!" Naraku whispered to himself, unable to contain his excitement, his eyes shone with greed. A sinister smile played on his lips as he quickly walked to the display case. 'Good old Kikyo for taking care of the alarms and traps.' He reached inside the open glass door and swiftly snatched the jewel from the little pillow that it rested on.
"What would the famous outlaw Naraku want to do with poor little Miroku?" a voice suddenly asked from the shadows.
Naraku quickly stuffed the Shikon Jewel into his pocket as his head snapped towards the dark corners of the room. 'Dammit,' he mentally swore to himself. 'I should have known he would be been here, waiting for me.' Naraku straightened, and reached for the sword around his waist. "Come out Miroku, and I'll tell you," he sneered.
The clang of rings on Miroku's staff was all Naraku needed. He pulled out the sword, and slashed in the direction the noise originated from. To his surprise, he hit nothing but air!
"What the hell?" he growled.
"Tsk, tsk." Miroku scolded from behind him. "There is no need to be violent."
Wordlessly, Naraku swung his sword back. It slammed into something solid. Naraku grinned and leaned more of his weight into to the sword, attempting to keep Miroku off balance. Miroku moved backward with the pressure of Naraku's sword still on his staff. "Give back the Shikon no Tama!" Miroku grunted as he blocked Naraku's swing towards his neck.
Naraku smirked in the dark. "What good is it to you?" Naraku sneered. "You can't use its true power. As a matter of fact, do you even know about its true power? Or did pick it up simply because it was pretty?"
Miroku's eyes narrowed. "What are you trying to pull here Naraku?" Abruptly, Miroku whirled and ran as if his life depended on it.
"Coward." Naraku muttered to himself before he sped off in the opposite direction. As he neared the front door, red lights started flashing throughout the halls of the museum, an annoying and loud alarmed started blaring and echoing through the halls as Miroku and three rows of guards stepped into his view.
"Miroku, you bastard!" Naraku snarled.
Miroku ignored the insult. "Where is the Shikon no Tama?" he asked mildly.
"Why the hell would I ever tell you?" Naraku looked at Miroku incredulously. Did Miroku seriously think he would tell him?
"I guess we'll have to search for it," Miroku grinned as he waved his hand, a cue for his guards to search Naraku.
"Dammit." Naraku grumbled as he lightly jumped up and back onto a display base. "Where _is_ Kikyo?"
Suddenly, a series of gunshots peppered towards him. Naraku smirked as he twisted from every one of them. Then he gasped as something smashed into his side. It didn't hurt; instead, something at his side protected him from the bullet. Time seemed to slow down, just at his expense.
A thousand pieces of what seemed like glowing shards of glass floated out of a pocket at Naraku's side. Then time sped up again and the shards shot away from Naraku, in the air between him and Miroku's 'army'.
Miroku leapt forward to catch the shards and his guards followed suit. Naraku sneered at him. "Try and die getting all the shards...especially from me!" he quickly pulled out a vacuum sort of device and sucked up all the shards that Miroku and his guards hadn't grabbed.
"Naraku!" Miroku yelled infuriated. "Give those shards back!"
Naraku's eyes glittered dangerously. "Weren't you the one who shattered the Shikon no Tama though?"
"What are you talking about?" Miroku asked flabbergasted. "I did not such thing! I did not even have a gun!"
Naraku coldly glanced at Miroku and each of his guards. "Then who shot me from the side?"
Miroku was looking at Naraku as if he were a little kid. "Dear Naraku...tsk tsk." Miroku shook his head. "Just because it broke, does not mean you just blame poor innocent people like me."
Naraku carefully looked at Miroku. True, he didn't have a gun in his hand and none of his guards were at his side. So who could it be?
Then Naraku noticed Miroku's guards advancing on him. Oh well, this would be a mystery that he would have to solve later. Currently, it looked like a good time to make an exit. He pulled out a little clothed ball, and threw it onto the ground in front of him.
BAM!
A huge screen of smoke appeared in front of Naraku, blocking him from Miroku's view. "Fan out all the smoke." Miroku snapped to everyone around him.
By the time all the smoke was gone, Naraku had disappeared. "Dammit..." Miroku frowned. "can someone please give me the phone?" he asked absentmindedly toying with his staff.
"Err... Miroku-sama, what do you plan on doing? Are you going to call the media a nervous guard asked media as he handed Miroku the phone.
"I'm calling a detective to retrieve all of the Shikon shards. If the media found out, then it would make this situation much worse." Miroku vaguely said as he reached for the phone.
Everyone slowly backed away. "Ok, whatever you say Miroku-sama." They all mumbled in unison.
Miroku quickly tapped in a bunch of numbers and waited. After five rings, a young woman's voice answered the phone. "Higurashi P.I. How may we help you?"
Miroku immediately answered. "We have a huge problem here..."
********
A dark shadow stood outside the museum. It looked out at the disappearing shape that was Naraku. The figure pulled out a gun from their pocket. It was still smoking. It blew the smoke away and commented to the gun, "Good job."
*******
In a dark corner of the museum, a dark pair of eyes stared at where Naraku was last standing.
'Naraku, you'll get what you deserve soon enough. Definitely not the Shikon no Tama, intact or no. Prepare to die...'
Then that person too left thru the open window in the side of the building.
********
Naraku burst through the door of a haunted looking warehouse in a remote abandoned suburban area. Kikyo had her back turned to him. "Kikyo." He called.
"Yes?" Kikyo asked innocently. "Is something wrong?"
"Where were you?" Naraku asked in a calm manner. Not a good sign
Kikyo looked at him hard. "You told me that I was suppose to wait for you here."
Naraku intently looked at her. "So I did." He gave a little smile.
"Did you get the Shikon Jewel?" Kikyo asked, her face blank as usual, though her hands were slightly shaking.
Naraku didn't answer for the first few minutes. "No." he slowly dragged out. "Not all of it. Someone shattered the jewel during the little 'fight'. Though I got most of the shards, Miroku has the rest. But they'll get what they deserve."
Kikyo looked at him, her face void of any emotion. "What are you going to do now
An evil grin appeared at Naraku's lips. "Something they'll never expect."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Author Notes: Bum-de-dum. Isn't it so horrible?!?!? *sob* I can't write!!! Don't I suck? Aren't I so horrible at writing? Even the computer hates me!!! See, it's sorta acting up again. *makes face*
Anyway, how was this ficcie? Did you hate it? Please tell me what you think of it!!! Comments and criticism accepted. As for flames...I'm still a bit unsure of them...but if you must yell at me, please just _tell_ me nicely, if not nicely...then just email me or something...
Hmmm...I'd like to thank my very good friend Mizura Volphen for being my lovely beta reader. Without you, I don't think I could've every posted this up!!! Thank you!!!
I'd also like to thank my friend Perinnia (notice that I'm using their pen names *hint hint*) for helping me choose a title!!! If it weren't for you, I'd probably think up of some really corny name...like...I really dunno...but if you don't think the title really fits the fic, just tell me and I'll go change it...don't worry...it won't be anything of my own...you don't think Perinnia left me with only one title do you? She's not that cruel.
Another thing...sorry if the characters are really OOC. I'm not really good at Inuyasha characters. Hehe, you know what I mean Mizura *nervous laugh*...and the dots...well, I have to use so many cuz my comp is so weird that it makes three of the dots only one character -_-;; don't ask...I don't get it either...
R & R is a very good thing.
Ok, umm, please R & R! I'd love to know what you think and what I should do! Thanks!
Ciao!
Anyway, I really hope you enjoy the fic! Please R & R! Constructive criticism and comments are accepted and I'd also like some suggestions on how the make it better. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Why must I do this? *sigh* It's gonna kill me one day. Oh well, *straightens up* Inuyasha and the characters never was, never will and never will by mine. This sucks, oh yes, where did I get the plot again? The plot is...err...I really dunno...*thinks hard* I'll get back to you on that...I need to think about this...meanwhile, Sesshoumaru's hair is sexy! J/k!
Guns and Handcuffs
Prologue
Silence.
The stars twinkled and the moon shone in the purple black sky. Slowly, the clouds came into view, blacking out the stars one by one until only the moon was visible. Two shadows emerged from the side of a warehouse.
The taller one, Naraku, glanced at his companion, Kikyo. "We better go now, if we want to get it in time," he whispered softly to her.
Kikyo nodded, her face pale with tense anticipation. She took a deep breath, and started running toward the next building, a museum called "Miroku's Museum of Rare Artifacts and Finds". Snorting at the cheesy name, Kikyo deftly pulled the screen from the open window and slipped through.
Naraku watched from the side of the warehouse. He waited until Kikyo was well inside before walking to the back of the museum. There, he waited until a rope dropped down from the top window of the building. Kikyo's face suddenly appeared through the window.
"Hurry!" she whispered urgently. "I'll go disarm all the alarms and traps."
Naraku nodded, and waited until Kikyo disappeared from sight before grabbing the rope. He yanked on it several times; making sure it was tied securely before pulling himself up, making sure everything he had on him was still with him. By the time Naraku managed to get up to the open window, he was huffing and puffing. 'This is what I get for not working out,' he thought to himself angrily.
Once he was inside the museum, Naraku felt a strange sensation. Not able to shake it off, he cautiously walked through the halls to the room that held the glowing Shikon no Tama.
"Yes! Finally I'll be able to get my hands on the Shikon no Tama!" Naraku whispered to himself, unable to contain his excitement, his eyes shone with greed. A sinister smile played on his lips as he quickly walked to the display case. 'Good old Kikyo for taking care of the alarms and traps.' He reached inside the open glass door and swiftly snatched the jewel from the little pillow that it rested on.
"What would the famous outlaw Naraku want to do with poor little Miroku?" a voice suddenly asked from the shadows.
Naraku quickly stuffed the Shikon Jewel into his pocket as his head snapped towards the dark corners of the room. 'Dammit,' he mentally swore to himself. 'I should have known he would be been here, waiting for me.' Naraku straightened, and reached for the sword around his waist. "Come out Miroku, and I'll tell you," he sneered.
The clang of rings on Miroku's staff was all Naraku needed. He pulled out the sword, and slashed in the direction the noise originated from. To his surprise, he hit nothing but air!
"What the hell?" he growled.
"Tsk, tsk." Miroku scolded from behind him. "There is no need to be violent."
Wordlessly, Naraku swung his sword back. It slammed into something solid. Naraku grinned and leaned more of his weight into to the sword, attempting to keep Miroku off balance. Miroku moved backward with the pressure of Naraku's sword still on his staff. "Give back the Shikon no Tama!" Miroku grunted as he blocked Naraku's swing towards his neck.
Naraku smirked in the dark. "What good is it to you?" Naraku sneered. "You can't use its true power. As a matter of fact, do you even know about its true power? Or did pick it up simply because it was pretty?"
Miroku's eyes narrowed. "What are you trying to pull here Naraku?" Abruptly, Miroku whirled and ran as if his life depended on it.
"Coward." Naraku muttered to himself before he sped off in the opposite direction. As he neared the front door, red lights started flashing throughout the halls of the museum, an annoying and loud alarmed started blaring and echoing through the halls as Miroku and three rows of guards stepped into his view.
"Miroku, you bastard!" Naraku snarled.
Miroku ignored the insult. "Where is the Shikon no Tama?" he asked mildly.
"Why the hell would I ever tell you?" Naraku looked at Miroku incredulously. Did Miroku seriously think he would tell him?
"I guess we'll have to search for it," Miroku grinned as he waved his hand, a cue for his guards to search Naraku.
"Dammit." Naraku grumbled as he lightly jumped up and back onto a display base. "Where _is_ Kikyo?"
Suddenly, a series of gunshots peppered towards him. Naraku smirked as he twisted from every one of them. Then he gasped as something smashed into his side. It didn't hurt; instead, something at his side protected him from the bullet. Time seemed to slow down, just at his expense.
A thousand pieces of what seemed like glowing shards of glass floated out of a pocket at Naraku's side. Then time sped up again and the shards shot away from Naraku, in the air between him and Miroku's 'army'.
Miroku leapt forward to catch the shards and his guards followed suit. Naraku sneered at him. "Try and die getting all the shards...especially from me!" he quickly pulled out a vacuum sort of device and sucked up all the shards that Miroku and his guards hadn't grabbed.
"Naraku!" Miroku yelled infuriated. "Give those shards back!"
Naraku's eyes glittered dangerously. "Weren't you the one who shattered the Shikon no Tama though?"
"What are you talking about?" Miroku asked flabbergasted. "I did not such thing! I did not even have a gun!"
Naraku coldly glanced at Miroku and each of his guards. "Then who shot me from the side?"
Miroku was looking at Naraku as if he were a little kid. "Dear Naraku...tsk tsk." Miroku shook his head. "Just because it broke, does not mean you just blame poor innocent people like me."
Naraku carefully looked at Miroku. True, he didn't have a gun in his hand and none of his guards were at his side. So who could it be?
Then Naraku noticed Miroku's guards advancing on him. Oh well, this would be a mystery that he would have to solve later. Currently, it looked like a good time to make an exit. He pulled out a little clothed ball, and threw it onto the ground in front of him.
BAM!
A huge screen of smoke appeared in front of Naraku, blocking him from Miroku's view. "Fan out all the smoke." Miroku snapped to everyone around him.
By the time all the smoke was gone, Naraku had disappeared. "Dammit..." Miroku frowned. "can someone please give me the phone?" he asked absentmindedly toying with his staff.
"Err... Miroku-sama, what do you plan on doing? Are you going to call the media a nervous guard asked media as he handed Miroku the phone.
"I'm calling a detective to retrieve all of the Shikon shards. If the media found out, then it would make this situation much worse." Miroku vaguely said as he reached for the phone.
Everyone slowly backed away. "Ok, whatever you say Miroku-sama." They all mumbled in unison.
Miroku quickly tapped in a bunch of numbers and waited. After five rings, a young woman's voice answered the phone. "Higurashi P.I. How may we help you?"
Miroku immediately answered. "We have a huge problem here..."
********
A dark shadow stood outside the museum. It looked out at the disappearing shape that was Naraku. The figure pulled out a gun from their pocket. It was still smoking. It blew the smoke away and commented to the gun, "Good job."
*******
In a dark corner of the museum, a dark pair of eyes stared at where Naraku was last standing.
'Naraku, you'll get what you deserve soon enough. Definitely not the Shikon no Tama, intact or no. Prepare to die...'
Then that person too left thru the open window in the side of the building.
********
Naraku burst through the door of a haunted looking warehouse in a remote abandoned suburban area. Kikyo had her back turned to him. "Kikyo." He called.
"Yes?" Kikyo asked innocently. "Is something wrong?"
"Where were you?" Naraku asked in a calm manner. Not a good sign
Kikyo looked at him hard. "You told me that I was suppose to wait for you here."
Naraku intently looked at her. "So I did." He gave a little smile.
"Did you get the Shikon Jewel?" Kikyo asked, her face blank as usual, though her hands were slightly shaking.
Naraku didn't answer for the first few minutes. "No." he slowly dragged out. "Not all of it. Someone shattered the jewel during the little 'fight'. Though I got most of the shards, Miroku has the rest. But they'll get what they deserve."
Kikyo looked at him, her face void of any emotion. "What are you going to do now
An evil grin appeared at Naraku's lips. "Something they'll never expect."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Author Notes: Bum-de-dum. Isn't it so horrible?!?!? *sob* I can't write!!! Don't I suck? Aren't I so horrible at writing? Even the computer hates me!!! See, it's sorta acting up again. *makes face*
Anyway, how was this ficcie? Did you hate it? Please tell me what you think of it!!! Comments and criticism accepted. As for flames...I'm still a bit unsure of them...but if you must yell at me, please just _tell_ me nicely, if not nicely...then just email me or something...
Hmmm...I'd like to thank my very good friend Mizura Volphen for being my lovely beta reader. Without you, I don't think I could've every posted this up!!! Thank you!!!
I'd also like to thank my friend Perinnia (notice that I'm using their pen names *hint hint*) for helping me choose a title!!! If it weren't for you, I'd probably think up of some really corny name...like...I really dunno...but if you don't think the title really fits the fic, just tell me and I'll go change it...don't worry...it won't be anything of my own...you don't think Perinnia left me with only one title do you? She's not that cruel.
Another thing...sorry if the characters are really OOC. I'm not really good at Inuyasha characters. Hehe, you know what I mean Mizura *nervous laugh*...and the dots...well, I have to use so many cuz my comp is so weird that it makes three of the dots only one character -_-;; don't ask...I don't get it either...
R & R is a very good thing.
Ok, umm, please R & R! I'd love to know what you think and what I should do! Thanks!
Ciao!