(AU, Sesshoumaru/Kagura, 2-shot, based on 'Demolition Lovers' by My Chemical Romance, short chapters) They looted, killed and never got caught but was it only a partnership…? How would this reign of terror end?

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Demolition Lovers

Part 1: This Trunk of Ammunition

Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets

I'm trying; I'm trying….

To let you know just how much you mean to me,

And after all the things we put each other through.

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Her red eyes flashed with excitement behind the tinted sunglasses as she flung open the passenger door getting inside as fast as she could as the bullets rained down on them, the man in the drivers seat flooring the gas as they sped away. The woman laughed, seemingly giddy from the rush.

"Another day, another successful one at that." She told him. "Can we lose the cops?" she asked him tensely, looking through the tinted bulletproof back window to see the flashing of sirens.

The silver haired man looked over at her, their eyes locking. "Don't we always, Kagura?" he asked her calmly.

She nodded, pulling her hair out of its tie and throwing the sunglasses down on the floor of the Humvee. "Your right Sesshoumaru," she answered smirking, as the bullets grew more frequent, however, she frowned. In something of a brief expression of what might be fear, she gripped Sesshoumaru's hand that was resting on a handgun sitting on the console.

He nodded and sped up, flinging the giant vehicle around a corner, "there it is," he muttered spotting the old wooden shed. The desert roared around them as he pulled into the garage, stepping out of the Humvee, he walked over to the passenger side and helped his partner out.

They walked out of the shed and turned to a man standing there, looking disinterested.

"Do it," was Sesshoumaru's simple command of him as he pulled his hair into a tight, high ponytail and took off his jacket, handing it to Kagura she slipped it on and they began to walk away towards an old Corvette sitting behind the shed.

As they got into the car and started the engine, a loud explosion sounded behind them. They didn't turn back to look the wheels of the car kicking up dust as they sped away into the horizon.

Kagura eyed Sesshoumaru for a minute. She didn't quite trust all of him, she didn't know him very well anyway, because there were some things he just kept to himself. His golden eyes flicked away from the land ahead of them and over to the female in the passenger seat.

"The trunks full," he told her calmly. "I'm not planning anything, stop looking at me like that," he added turning his eyes back to the desert in front of them. "There should be a small, secluded hotel somewhere out here."

She didn't doubt him; somehow he had sources for everything at all time. She wouldn't doubt if someone had simply volunteered him the information anyway, he was the oldest son of one of the richest men in America, and no one knew he was involved in this, anyway. They had no evidence of who was behind it except a description, a tall black haired woman who wore oriental clothes and carried a gun. All of her guns were registered under her fathers' name.

Finally Sesshoumaru hit the break. "There it is. They probably speak Spanish in here, we're close to the boarder."

She nodded. "You can take care of it then," she added pulling something out of the pocket of his long coat; she pulled the hat onto her head.

He nodded and they stepped out of the car, walking around to the front of the little motel they approached the front desk.

A young tan man with long black hair stood there, "hello."

Sesshoumaru nodded. "We need a room for the night." He told him calmly.

The boy nodded, handing them a form, "sign here," he pointed out casually. "I'll put you in…13, right down the hall," he added handing Sesshoumaru the key.

Sesshoumaru finished the form, all of them one big convenient lie, Sesshoumaru was known for being one of the best liars Kagura had ever met. They walked down the hall, finding their room. The motel wasn't as filthy as Kagura had presumed it would be.

"Hey, I wonder if this sucker gets cable," she thought aloud, turning the old TV on, and it did have cable.

"Though there are no definite suspects, we warn the people in the area of Southern California, Nevada, New Mexico and right now Texas to look out for the criminals in question, they've killed five police officers and a few civilians and robbed almost every bank in these said areas." The TV said as Kagura stared at the screen.

"HA! They're talking about us on the news, Sesshoumaru." She exclaimed, sitting down on the old bed.

He nodded. "With all that has been going on, did you think they wouldn't talk about us?" he asked her, sitting down beside her.

She nodded in agreement. "Still, seeing a 'composite sketch' of myself that isn't even close to accurate is pretty entertaining."

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow at the strange woman. "I would suppose…" he started.

Kagura looked at him slightly pained from his lack of humor. "Its okay, don't try to agree." She told him reassuringly. "Listen, I don't know about you but I'm really tired." She told him. "So, I'm going to sleep."

Sesshoumaru shook his head, lying back on the hard bed, "I'm going to sleep," he retorted.

Kagura sighed, standing up and walking to the other side of the bed and lying down. Their oddly colored eyes met for a moment before Sesshoumaru's closed slowly. Kagura placed a hand on his as she drifted to sleep. 'Someday…he'll know how much he means to me…' she thought as her thoughts fell into the blackness of sleep.

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Part 2: Love, love why do you only come at the worst times?