Alley
Chapter 1: Encounter
For as long as he could remember, Inuyasha had been an Alley.
He and his kind thrived on the darker side of Tokyo, making deals with the yakuza and carrying out odd jobs for different triads. Alleys were feared, and a letter signed 'Alley' addressed to a Tokyo citizen usually spelled murder.
Inuyasha belonged to the Third Street Alleys. The Third Street Alleys had base in the alley between the sushi shop and the bakery on Third Street, and were constantly shoplifting from the stores.
They were a low-key branch, since they were really a division of the more mainstream Freedom Street Alleys. But they worked with murders and burglaries, and Inuyasha was the best at such things.
In fact, he was now on a thief job with one of the only people he trusted, an Alley known as Miroku. They were breaking into Joel's Bakery shop, a wealthy establishment on the neighboring Fifth Street.
Inuyasha led the way as they slunk along the porous brick walls, clinging to the surface.
"Hey, Inuyasha," Miroku spoke up, "are you sure this is it?"
"Yeah, aniki-sama gave me directions." Inuyasha grunted in reply. "The American bakery joint with the bright lights and smiling chefs." The sneer was evident in his voice.
"If you say so." Miroku sighed. "I really think he should've given me the charge of this job, but then again, you did successfully lead the Feinwich murder last week..."
A disgruntled Inuyasha growled, "All these Western bastards Americanizing Japan... They all need to be put down."
There was murder laced in his voice. Miroku sighed again and lapsed into silence, leaving his friend alone with his thoughts. Murder had become much too easy for Inuyasha. Killing another person quickly and quietly was what made him the best operative of the Third Street Alleys. He would've gladly killed every European man in Tokyo.
A few minutes later, they were lounging around the front of the bakery shop, Inuyasha smoking and staring down at the ground and Miroku suiting up for the burglary. The former always suited up before the job, since he took less time than anyone else.
Miroku put a blue cloth bandana over his matted hair and took off his black leather jacket to reveal a worn sleeveless T-shirt and heavily tanned arms. He retreated back into the alley they'd emerged from and hid his jacket, then came back out and sat next to Inuyasha.
Inuyasha himself had a red bandana over his long black hair and wore a red jersey to go with it over his toned muscles. He shifted his position and dug a pack of Marlboro cigarettes out of his pocket, offering Miroku a joint.
"Don't mind if I do." The grinning Alley took the offered cigarette and lit it up, taking a long drag from the small white cylinder.
"So," Miroku yawned, turning to Inuyasha, "what does Sesshomaru-sama want us to do?"
"Break into the safe, kill the proprietor and anyone else who sees us."
Miroku grinned. "A safe operation? Damn, Inuyasha, with you and your skeleton key-"
"You'll be breaking safe." Inuyasha glanced at the shop. "I want the kill."
Miroku's grin lessened. "All right."
They sat in silence for a few more minutes until Inuyasha's watch clicked seven o'clock. He then straightened up and gave Miroku a nod. Passing Miroku his skeleton key, Inuyasha cocked the silenced pistol in his hidden holster and strolled into the shop.
A middle-aged American man with a curly goatee greeted them. "Good evening, boys, and thank you for coming, but we're-"his sentence was cut off by a look of horror as he saw Inuyasha take the pistol out of his holster and the man tried to scream, but Inuyasha covered his mouth with a loaf of bread from the corner rack and shot him twice in the chest with the silenced pistol.
Two muffled shots echoed through the room as Inuyasha let go of the dead man. Miroku ran behind the counter to raid the cash register as Inuyasha ran into the office.
"No, please, don't kill me, no, I beg of you, don't-please-"A woman behind the desk in the office was shrieking and babbling in terror as Inuyasha held the gun to her head.
"Sorry, missus, but you've seen me. I'll see you in Hell." Inuyasha fired a shot and pushed the body to the floor as he searched the drawers, putting a few bills in his pockets. The stone-faced Alley stood up and was about to leave the room when his eyes met those of a terrified girl who had snuck into the office.
She was college-aged, with flowing black hair and a crowbar in her trembling hands. Her eyes darted from the dead lady to the pistol in Inuyasha's hands to his formerly icy, now surprised eyes, and she shook harder than ever.
"I-I'll kill y-you..." the girl stammered. "You k-killed Mrs. Lansing, and I- I'll kill you."
Inuyasha stared, eyes now teeming with surprise.
Slowly, he raised the pistol and aimed at the girl's chest, cocking the weapon. His hands shook as hard as the girl's, and he kept his eyes locked on hers.
Stormy blue eyes, with fear lacing at them...
His conscience screamed at him to fire the pistol, to end the girl's life and run on to the next room-but he couldn't.
Stormy blue eyes...
So much like Kikyo's.
"Inuyasha!" Miroku burst into the room, sack full with money. He stared at the scene before him, eyes wide with shock.
One could've cut the tension in the room with a knife. Inuyasha stared at the girl, the girl stared at Inuyasha, and Miroku stared helplessly at the whole scene.
Finally, Inuyasha was snapped out of his reverie when police sirens sounded outside the shop. Miroku jumped and grabbed Inuyasha by the arm, pulling him out of the room and into the hall. They kicked open the back door that led into the alleyway and ran into the night, Miroku stopping to pick up his jacket.
The whole escape back to base, Inuyasha's mind remained trained on one thing. Those eyes. The eyes belonging to the girl who looked so much like Kikyo. The girl he could not kill.
A/N: Ooo, a new story by the ever-lazy Misao7! I wonder if I'll get any hits this time...
Chapter 1: Encounter
For as long as he could remember, Inuyasha had been an Alley.
He and his kind thrived on the darker side of Tokyo, making deals with the yakuza and carrying out odd jobs for different triads. Alleys were feared, and a letter signed 'Alley' addressed to a Tokyo citizen usually spelled murder.
Inuyasha belonged to the Third Street Alleys. The Third Street Alleys had base in the alley between the sushi shop and the bakery on Third Street, and were constantly shoplifting from the stores.
They were a low-key branch, since they were really a division of the more mainstream Freedom Street Alleys. But they worked with murders and burglaries, and Inuyasha was the best at such things.
In fact, he was now on a thief job with one of the only people he trusted, an Alley known as Miroku. They were breaking into Joel's Bakery shop, a wealthy establishment on the neighboring Fifth Street.
Inuyasha led the way as they slunk along the porous brick walls, clinging to the surface.
"Hey, Inuyasha," Miroku spoke up, "are you sure this is it?"
"Yeah, aniki-sama gave me directions." Inuyasha grunted in reply. "The American bakery joint with the bright lights and smiling chefs." The sneer was evident in his voice.
"If you say so." Miroku sighed. "I really think he should've given me the charge of this job, but then again, you did successfully lead the Feinwich murder last week..."
A disgruntled Inuyasha growled, "All these Western bastards Americanizing Japan... They all need to be put down."
There was murder laced in his voice. Miroku sighed again and lapsed into silence, leaving his friend alone with his thoughts. Murder had become much too easy for Inuyasha. Killing another person quickly and quietly was what made him the best operative of the Third Street Alleys. He would've gladly killed every European man in Tokyo.
A few minutes later, they were lounging around the front of the bakery shop, Inuyasha smoking and staring down at the ground and Miroku suiting up for the burglary. The former always suited up before the job, since he took less time than anyone else.
Miroku put a blue cloth bandana over his matted hair and took off his black leather jacket to reveal a worn sleeveless T-shirt and heavily tanned arms. He retreated back into the alley they'd emerged from and hid his jacket, then came back out and sat next to Inuyasha.
Inuyasha himself had a red bandana over his long black hair and wore a red jersey to go with it over his toned muscles. He shifted his position and dug a pack of Marlboro cigarettes out of his pocket, offering Miroku a joint.
"Don't mind if I do." The grinning Alley took the offered cigarette and lit it up, taking a long drag from the small white cylinder.
"So," Miroku yawned, turning to Inuyasha, "what does Sesshomaru-sama want us to do?"
"Break into the safe, kill the proprietor and anyone else who sees us."
Miroku grinned. "A safe operation? Damn, Inuyasha, with you and your skeleton key-"
"You'll be breaking safe." Inuyasha glanced at the shop. "I want the kill."
Miroku's grin lessened. "All right."
They sat in silence for a few more minutes until Inuyasha's watch clicked seven o'clock. He then straightened up and gave Miroku a nod. Passing Miroku his skeleton key, Inuyasha cocked the silenced pistol in his hidden holster and strolled into the shop.
A middle-aged American man with a curly goatee greeted them. "Good evening, boys, and thank you for coming, but we're-"his sentence was cut off by a look of horror as he saw Inuyasha take the pistol out of his holster and the man tried to scream, but Inuyasha covered his mouth with a loaf of bread from the corner rack and shot him twice in the chest with the silenced pistol.
Two muffled shots echoed through the room as Inuyasha let go of the dead man. Miroku ran behind the counter to raid the cash register as Inuyasha ran into the office.
"No, please, don't kill me, no, I beg of you, don't-please-"A woman behind the desk in the office was shrieking and babbling in terror as Inuyasha held the gun to her head.
"Sorry, missus, but you've seen me. I'll see you in Hell." Inuyasha fired a shot and pushed the body to the floor as he searched the drawers, putting a few bills in his pockets. The stone-faced Alley stood up and was about to leave the room when his eyes met those of a terrified girl who had snuck into the office.
She was college-aged, with flowing black hair and a crowbar in her trembling hands. Her eyes darted from the dead lady to the pistol in Inuyasha's hands to his formerly icy, now surprised eyes, and she shook harder than ever.
"I-I'll kill y-you..." the girl stammered. "You k-killed Mrs. Lansing, and I- I'll kill you."
Inuyasha stared, eyes now teeming with surprise.
Slowly, he raised the pistol and aimed at the girl's chest, cocking the weapon. His hands shook as hard as the girl's, and he kept his eyes locked on hers.
Stormy blue eyes, with fear lacing at them...
His conscience screamed at him to fire the pistol, to end the girl's life and run on to the next room-but he couldn't.
Stormy blue eyes...
So much like Kikyo's.
"Inuyasha!" Miroku burst into the room, sack full with money. He stared at the scene before him, eyes wide with shock.
One could've cut the tension in the room with a knife. Inuyasha stared at the girl, the girl stared at Inuyasha, and Miroku stared helplessly at the whole scene.
Finally, Inuyasha was snapped out of his reverie when police sirens sounded outside the shop. Miroku jumped and grabbed Inuyasha by the arm, pulling him out of the room and into the hall. They kicked open the back door that led into the alleyway and ran into the night, Miroku stopping to pick up his jacket.
The whole escape back to base, Inuyasha's mind remained trained on one thing. Those eyes. The eyes belonging to the girl who looked so much like Kikyo. The girl he could not kill.
A/N: Ooo, a new story by the ever-lazy Misao7! I wonder if I'll get any hits this time...