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Good Eye Sniper
Moist droplets formed around the cold, metal of the SVD rifle. The scope so still, so clear made the whole assassination so much easier. The out line of the body formed through the window like a perfect picture. Never would I have thought that this mission would erupt in my face. I could hear the voice of my Commander rumbling in my ear as the scene fell across my vision.
"You have no choice. You have to assassinate this man before it's too late," he stopped to twirl the tie on his chest. "There's no way out of this. If Naraku seals the deal with China than all the work we have done to the OCC operation will be a disaster. You have to stop the man that was hired to help him. Do you understand?"
I focused my eyes on his face as I stood as still as I possibly could. I was trained for this. I was the only one in the CIA who understood exactly what to do in a mission as important as this. I couldn't fail, and I refused to fail.
"Do you understand?" His voice raged across the room.
I jumped slightly, but kept my posture, "I do, sir!" I flung my hand to my forehead in a salute and then rested it against my side once again.
"Very well, you're dismissed."
He had kept his gaze on me as I turned to walk out. I couldn't fail, no, I wouldn't fail. I steadied my finger on the trigger as that outline moved closer to the window. The moon light poured over the features of my target. I lowered the gun to the ground from my lying position. He was the man I was assigned to kill? It couldn't be. He opened the window and even through the darkness I could see the smirk on his face. That bastard knew I was here. He knew what I was doing.
That man wasn't what I had in mind. I imagined a gross, fat, mobster, but this man was a gorgeous creature. Flawless features and white as snow hair fell across his shoulders. I pulled the SVD back up to peer through the scope. He had amber orbs and two twitching dog ears upon his head. This was going to be hard, extremely hard. I shook my head, I wasn't going to fail. It wasn't long before I could see my target clearly again. He was drinking a beer and smiling at me. That smirk on his face made my blood boil. How dare he mock me! I choked back a lump in my throat as a vivid image of the man I once had in my life crossed my sight.
"Beautiful,"
He would lean into me with his arms tucked around my waist. His breath warm on my ears as the words slid off his tongue. His deep voice would send me off the edge and into a pool of pleasure. Mighty strong man for a woman in the CIA. His hands over lapped mine and I could feel the gentle touch his fingers made against my face.
"You're beautiful," he again whispered into my ear.
I could sense the feelings of love swirl over my heart and the feeling of lust sweep my eyes. His eyes, how gorgeous his eyes where. Violet and maroon swirls twirled against his features. His toned skin and that most amazing smile that melted my very soul. I remember the last kiss he left upon my lips before the bullet penetrated his back. The sight of his blood splashed my face as he fell into my arms. I couldn't feel his heart-beat, but I could smell his blood. That metallic taste still on my lips. My body shuddered as the man who killed my love laughed and walked away.
I shook my head slightly. I wasn't about to let that image ruin my chances to kill the bastard working for Naraku. Hell no. I aimed the gun and let a grin cross my face. Before I could even move a muscle, I felt the ground move from under me. I was falling, falling fast. What the hell? I was just perched on the top of a building with my sniper rifle propped against my shoulder. How did I begin to fall?
I looked up and my target was falling after me. Was I dreaming or was this really happening? I gleamed through my helmet's visor and growled. This was stupid. I was sent on this mission to kill the man working for Naraku, and now? Now I was falling. Where to? Hell if I know! I prepared my body for the outcome of what I figured was about to happen, but instead of splattering on the ground; I was wrapped in a pair of arms. My body was lying against a much toned leg while my head rested against a much toned chest. I was humiliated at the sight I was in. This wasn't good. I mean sure, I appreciated the fact that he saved me, but I was sent to kill this man. Doesn't that mean anything to anyone? I peered through the visor; he was even more gorgeous up close. I shook him from my mind and frantically searched the ground for my gun. Oh no, where was it?! I was about ready to pull my helmet off, but I didn't want to risk this man figuring out who I really was. I wanted to be able to see where he had landed with me, but damn the helmet.
I won't risk my mission. I will finish it, even though fate is not on my side.
I had pushed my body away from his and was already for CQC. I pulled the knife from my combat boot and my Mk22 from my back and stood ready for battle. I could see the look he was giving me. I never expected what I got next.
"If you plan on killing me, I rather you use your SVD. I hate to kill you first," he glared at me.
"Don't worry, I will kill you one way or the other," I glared back.
He tossed my rifle at my feet, "go on, shoot me."
I was about this close from snatching up my gun and shooting his sorry ass. That bastard mocked me. I swear it. He cleared his throat and looked at me.
"Damn it, I ain't got all night," he confessed.
I was confused, "What now?"
"I said, 'I ain't got all night.' Kill me already," that smirk crossed his face again.
I wanted to, I really, really wanted to shoot him and get this whole mess over with. He was making this hard for me, but I was trained to with stand obstacles such as these, so why was I hesitating. He reminded me so much of the man I once called my lover. I could see his eyes flash violet and maroon.
"Well? Damn it Kagome, what's your problem?!"
I snapped, "What the hell is my problem? I wish you would just shut the hell up and just let me do..." I paused, "did you just call me Kagome?"
"That's your name isn't it?" He moved closer.
I backed up, "Yes, but how did you..."
He was inches away from me. My splinter camouflage wasn't exactly hiding me very well. He put his face near the helmet and I could see his eyes through my visor so well. He stepped back and put his hands into his pockets. He looked at me as if I was suppose to know who he was. That was actually a good question. Who the hell was he anyway? I motioned for him to step aside. I picked up the forgotten rifle and stood there examining the man before me. I moved to pull the helmet off. I was in deep shit already, so taking my helmet off was the least of my problems. The jerk knew my name, but did he know my face?
I tilted my head forward slightly as I removed the muffled, black helmet, and I felt my hair fall softly down my back. I jerked my head up, and the velvet, black locks shifted to the sides. I kept my gaze upon the man before me. I had a million questions flow through my head.
That deranged man better have every answer to my questions.
I threw the helmet to the ground. I was, by this point, pissed that he had stalled me for so long. I should already have him lying on the ground stone-cold dead, but yet, here I was looking him in the eyes and questioning my moves. This was beginning to get ugly. I could tell by the way he tried to make small talk. I watched as he grazed his eyes over my body. It made me sick the way he looked at me.
"Stop staring at me you pig," I barked.
"Calm down bitch," he moved to the left of wherever the hell we where. "No one wants to admire such an ugly girl." I was fuming. Of course I'm not conceded, but definitely not ugly.
" What was that?"
"You heard me," he seemed to pause in his sentence.
I was actually interested in what he had to say. I wanted to scream at him to continue what he was going to say, but then again, what did I care?
This is getting ridiculous. Someone get me out of here!
His lips formed a frown, "I don't know what Mojito saw in you."
I snapped my head back, "What did you just say?"
"Damn it woman! Can't you hear anything I say?!" He flung his arms in the air and turned around.
"You just said Mojito. How did you know my Mojito?" My head was swimming with even more questions for the hanyou before me.
How did he know Mojito?
The question burned my mind. I couldn't take it anymore. I jarred my gun at him and returned to CQC. He still made no movement as he stood staring me down like a dog. This angered me more than I thought. Why was he doing this to me? Why couldn't he just have stayed in the building and let me have shot him there?
Oh that's right. I'd be dead if he didn't.
What was I going to do? He wasn't making any progress. That's it. I've had enough.
"How did you know Mojito?!" I fired the gun once at his feet only missing to make a point.
He glared daggers at me. I could tell I had pissed him off. Why was he so difficult?
Just answer me.
"Mojito was my," he paused, "my half brother." His face held pain and regret.
My body stood still. The blood now ice cold and I began to shake violently. I lowered the gun and let the words flow through my brain. I couldn't quit well comprehend what he said, but it clicked. It clicked hard too.
Half brother? Mojito has, had, whatever. A half brother? It can't be.
He moved around to examine my face. I knew what he saw. I could see it in his amber orbs. My face a white ghostly look and my eyes a pale gray. Sweat beads rolling from my forehead as my body shook with intense and fierce jerks. I wanted to call him a liar, a fraud, a bastard, but nothing registered on my lips. He had to be lying. Mojito would have mentioned a half brother, but then again he didn't mention a lot about anything to me. He was my lover, nothing more.
He was nothing but my lover.
I kept telling my self that, but I loved Mojito, very much. I only wanted to protect myself after his death. So the pain would subside and I wouldn't feel so lonely. That was four years ago. He stood by me as I registered into the CIA and announced the most focused and skilled Sniper in the states. The states. It all happened in America. Mojito and I, the CIA and his death. Why was I here? Oh yeah, to kill this man that threatened me.
He's lying.
I desperately wanted him to be lying. I pushed everything out of my mind as best I could and forced my focus on him.
"Kagome, don't make this hard," his voice now calm. "I know how you feel. I know exactly what you feel."
No you don't. You could never understand my feelings.
"What's your name?" I wanted to know.
"Inuyasha, nice to meet you Ka-go-me," his eyes showed a bit of lust deep down.
"Inuyasha huh?" I searched my brain for a clue to his name.
Nope nothing. Well, he was either lying to me, or what he is saying is true and I need to focus on my mission before it all crashes down on me. I heard the ear piece to my radio beeping in my ear. That meant only one thing….
The Commander.
I shifted my gun to the side and rested my finger to my ear.
"Higurashi speaking,"
"Higurashi, how is everything on your end? W e just got a report on a demolished building you were assigned to. Is everything OK?"
I sighed, "Yes sir."
"Has the target been taking care of?"
I hesitated, "No sir."
"Remember what I said. He has to be terminated before it's too late!"
I felt the rage flow through my ear. What was I suppose to do?
"Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I sighed.
"Very well,"
I heard a click and then a beep. He hung up. I faced my target, but gasped as he leaned his face to mine. He kissed me. I was shocked, but I wasn't sure how to respond to his actions. My mind was fully with me at the moment. I pushed him away as soon as I could summon enough strength to do so. His body fell and I fell with him. The bastard had me by my waist. I muffled a scream as my leg twisted under his. I felt pain and not the kind of pain where I hurt my pride, but the type that sends jolts through your body.
"What the hell was that for wench?!"
Because your sorry ass kissed me that's what.
I winched as I moved off of his tone body. I sat back and tried to remove my boot without sending even more hurtful pains through my body. I untied the laces and removed the boot very carefully. It hurt like hell, but I was glad to finally have it off. I reached in my cargo pants for some bandages. I was in deep shit now, OK in even more deep shit.
"What is your problem? First you rub your lips to mine then you pull me down and land on my foot! You have some serious injuries to that thick skull of yours!"
"Calm down! How many times do I have to tell you that?!" He roared at me with fierce anger and I knew he was mad.
Hell, I was mad too. He twisted my ankle. Now what was I suppose to do?
I can't run. I wanted to run. Get far away then shoot his ass with my rifle. I lied to myself. I lied to myself about not failing. I didn't want to fail, but I was… BAD.
Do something Higurashi. Think of something. Anything!
Then it clicked. I knew exactly what to do. I would stall him enough to get the rifle, or even the MK22, shoot him and then call for help. Perfect. Right? OK, so maybe it wasn't my best plan, but I was on the end of a broke rope. I was up for anything. Almost anything. I glared at him, but my eyes softened. I needed to figure things out, mostly questions I had for him.
"How come you were never there when we were together?" My question was simple.
"He didn't want me around. He was afraid I would reject you, but mostly because I wanted you. Mojito knew how much I loved you. How much I needed you, but I wasn't to swoop in and take the only woman he ever loved," he paused.
"You loved me?" I was shocked yet again by this man.
"Yes," his answer was delicate, "very much so, but damn if I was going to tell you. You racked my nerves. Everything he ever told me made me wish you were dead. You seemed to bubbly. Your eyes so bright in every picture he threw at me. I didn't want to love you. I wanted to destroy you. Gah, but you were in my mind, my soul, and my heart. I couldn't suppress my feelings, so I waited it out. I drew away from Mojito and his stories of you and all the pictures. I figured the father away I was from him, the easier I could get over you," he took a deep breath.
"I hate you," I snapped.
"Hate is a strong word, but I hated you then, and I hate you now. I don't want to love someone like you," he flashed his claws at me, "so I'll rid of you and get on with my life."
"Bastard!" I flung up my MK22 and fired it.
I nailed the right shoulder and fired another shot, this hitting his left leg. I went to fire another, but he was still standing. He laughed.
"You think that small gun will kill me?"
I smiled, "No, but this might."
I fired the SVD and waited for him to fall. It shot through his shoulder and yet he still stood. I was amazed. He was still standing even after a rifle shot? He practically begged me to kill him with it an hour ago. I went to ask a question.
"You…you're… not dead?" I felt the words lump together in my throat.
He smiled, "Not quite."
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