Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters from that show.
I do however own The character Kaya.
Please RR.
Eyes red from crying. Pain that rips the heart to shreds. You would expect so much from the death of a loved one. Being alone means you don't have to cry. It means you don't have to feel pain, or face a weakness that was never in your control. Its a simple matter of the world. Being alone however means that when you die, you are alone. No one will remember your name, or what you did with your life. No one cares about you or your pain. No matter how scared you are they wont care.
"Whats the mater.? Why are you crying.?"
"Im crying because I love you."
"Why do you love me."
"Because I do."
"Please don't cry."
"Your funny."
Those few words where the last she would ever breath. Your funny. That's not the way he wanted her to leave him. She wasn't suppose to leave him, she was suppose to stay with him, forever. From that day, he promised himself he would never Let anyone get close to him. He would never let anyone cause that kind of pain in him ever again.
Inuyasha jolted form his bed, awaking from his sleep. It was that same dream again. He was standing with her body in his arms, and then she was gone. She was no where to be found. It was the reoccurring nightmare that visited him almost every night.
"Damn it Kagome. Why did you leave me.?"
Ten years ago, when Inuyasha was seventeen he lost the only person he had ever loved. His father was never home and god forbid his brother was ever there for him. Kagome was his high school sweetheart. They where gonna get married and have a life. They where going to be together forever. Sighing Inuyasha ran a hand trough his long silver hair. He jumped from his bed and dressed in a pair of loose jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Goodbye Shesshomaru." Inuyasha yelled to the empty house. It was a small apartment. With two small bedrooms, one for him and one for his brother. A small kitchen and a larger styled living room. It was only the two of them living there but his brother always slept in without a care. He worked mostly nights, while Inuyasha worked when ever they needed him. Exiting the house he hopped into the red Ferrari and stepped on the gas speeding along the streets and skidding to a stop in front of a small stone building.
"Hey dude." Miroku called from behind a desk. His black hair was pulled into a pony tail like always as he eyed Inuyasha's groggy form. "Got another case for you."
"Really now." Inuyasha said walking to his desk and pulling the draw open. He yanked out his Derringer. It was a classic of his. Small and easy to hide. A .41 caliber percussion pistol. He didn't care he could only get one shot in. He liked it just the same. It was the first gun he was ever given. "Who's the target.?"
"Someone put a call on Mr. Shinori. Big time drug dealer in the northern part of the city. I think its his wife that wants him out."
"His own wife.?"
"Yeah think you can handle it."
"Who can't I handle.?"
"The Home address is 642 Hikari Ave. But he deals out in apt. 43 in the Shinobi district."
"I'm on it." Inuyasha said clicking the safety off his gun and heading towards the door.
"Try to be a little more discrete this time Inuyasha, last time the cops almost got you." Inuyasha let out a laugh thinking back on the time.
"Keyword there Miroku. Almost."