I don't own Inuyasha. The story idea (basic starting points) came from something else I watched. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Revised chapter. (5/6/2011)

Chapter 1 :: Snatched


If I was told earlier that my life could be changed in one moment, by one mistake, because I was curious—I would have said that it was a cliché, a lie. My mistakes have caught up with me, my problems have enveloped my life, and I've decided to stay with this girl.

I'm a thief, plain and simple. I steal for a living-and I do make quite a living. Usually, I know my target, what it is that I'm supposed to be stealing, and the people who own it. This time it was all a gamble.


The room was pitch black as a small, recurring bleep broke the silence in the area. There was a groan from somewhere in the room as a hand groped around a shelf to find something. A lamp light flicked on and the groggy man, stared forward, looking to his computer screen nearby. The desktop was on, but the screen was blank. Shifting out of bed, the man grumbled, shuffling his feet towards the screen, leaning over to shake the little mouse which caused the screen to brighten up significantly. His violet eyes squinted a little more at the sudden, abrupt lighting and he clicked on an icon at the bottom of the screen. A black window spanned across his screen and a few words flashed across the screen in white. Even in his groggy stupor, the man smiled, turning the screen off and going back to sleep, this was something he needed more sleep to think about and would soon be hearing about later that day.

Miroku woke up, his shades drawn shut so that light barely peeked inside to light the dark recesses of his room. He yawned, propping his body and his leg up underneath his sheets. He wore no shirt as he scratched his head, remembering the note from the early morning. Moving out of bed, Miroku turns the monitor on, giving the mouse the same back and forth movement to read the screen. The black box still filled it, and his eyes were thankful.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a notepad and pen, scribbling a few things down before walking to his closet—still in the dark. He pulled out a few clothes, and tossed them onto his bed, preparing himself for the short day ahead of him.

He walked down the street in jeans and a navy blue shirt. His eyes were obscured by sunglasses as he sat at a table, looking around for the man that called him here. A light brown haired man soon appeared from behind the building, coming over to Miroku's table with a grin and a bag in hand. They sat down at the little outside table before the thief quickly got down to business.

"Jiro, I hear you have a new jewel for me to find?" The dark haired man leaned back in his seat, extending one arm out across the table to finger the salt bottle nearby. "How important is it to message me at three in the morning?" His happy, lighthearted tone took on a darker one—he was just a little pissed from being jostled out of bed at that ungodly hour.

The man called Jiro gave Miroku a huge grin, pulling out some papers that held the latest steal. "Oh boy, it is. If this is true—," he pointed down at a paragraph, "—then you and I could be some of the most powerful men in the world."

The thief's violet eyes scanned the segment. He read it aloud, looking up at him with a confused look, as if this was too good to be true, a definite fake, "'That lets a person gain a power to be reckoned with, that can take down cities'—and this doesn't sound like bull shit to you?" His sunglasses dipped down on his nose, showing off the color behind them and the strained, annoyed look.

His buddy, friend, maybe even acquaintance held his hands up in his defense, "Hey, Hey! This sounds like a good enough deal to me. I haven't sent you in the wrong direction before, have I?"

The other man, Miroku, sat in silence, slipping the glasses off his face and folding them up to lie on the table beside him. He shook his head.

"As I thought!" Jiro replied.

Miroku brutally came in with a retort of his own, "How big is it? What's it look like? Do you have any information other than this hearsay crap?" The lighter haired man looked down, biting his bottom lip and shuffling through some more papers.

"I got this." He pushed one over to the thief. "It tells ya some of the names of the people that go there—all high profile types—it tells you where this meeting is held and all—"

"But nothing about what it is." Jiro shook his head, a frown coming across his shaggy features. The man opened his mouth to make a reply but was interrupted, "I can try. If it is real… I could get whatever I wanted."


The meetings happened every Friday. A large congregation of people would gather around the house and be let in. Only a few top dogs had the chance to even see the jewel or use it. Getting in through the entrance would be tricky and not advised in the least. There were guards surrounding just about every opening one could think of, but this thief had already done his homework and was already inside the building before all this mess started.

There Miroku was, in the cellar with some maid in a make out session. She was cute, with a little pug nose and short black hair. Her skirt was already hiked up as she pressed him against the wall, trying to feel as much of him as she possibly could. Her hands were all along his head, brushing back his fine dark locks and pulling the little rat tail he had on the back of his head out of its bindings. He stopped as things were getting too heavy, pulling his lips away from hers with a sly grin, rubbing his fingers against her cheek with eyes any woman could get lost in—and she did.

His voice was raw and deep with passion, however faked it was, it all seemed real to her, "These past few days, I have never felt so connected to a person as much as I have with you." She nodded, leaning in for the kiss again. He moved his fingers to stop her lips, continuing his words, "But I am afraid I can't go through with what you want me to. You are too pure and too wonderful of a woman for me to be with right now. I must better myself so when the time comes, you and I will truly be one."

She put her hands to her heart, her face lit up in a red blush as she backed away. "You are the perfect man, Hiro. You know just what to say." She swooned, straightening out her clothes and clinging to his arm one last time.

"So I take the way down, like you showed me before?"

She paused, thinking of the day, "There is a showcase down there now. You might have to wear one of the robes they have to get out safely." She leaned in and gave him one last peck on the cheek, "Goodbye." She giggled it out and scampered off to go to work.

Miroku grinned, holding onto the doorframe before he too went to do his job.

He took to the hiding places laid out to him on his first day here. The door hidden within the walls that led him down the long hallway—he could hear the voices as he ran towards the exit. He got to the door and looked out the peep hole, nearby were the clothes she mentioned. He slid the door open just a little at the right moment and stole one of the robes, slipping it on over his current attire and hanging the hood low over his head to obscure his face from view.

The thief doubled back, moving to another series of doors shown to him to get to the required place where the meeting began. He appeared out in the open in a darkened hall, much like the hidden doorways he travelled through. However, this time, he hopped over a low wall and began to walk up a few stairs where tiny lights littered the ceiling. He ended up near a group over other people inside the same area, standing along a bunch of stands, staring out into a little circular area. This place was dark and dank. It was a little unnerving to know that this was where the showcase would be.

There was a large chair in the middle of the large room facing the seats. It was made for a king. The entire look of the place was reminiscent to that of a coliseum.

It took a few minutes, but soon all the seats were filled with people wearing robes—unknown people of high status and large pockets were filling these stands. There were no murmurs or whispers. It was eerily quiet, at least until a man walked out with a petite girl before him. He held her arms with his hands, leading her to the seat in the center. She was gorgeous with her hair done in a ton of curls, some which were settled atop her head, while some spilled in front of her face, falling down past her shoulders. Unknown to the theif, she was Sango.

Her lips were painted a beautiful pink, glossy-they were inviting. Her eyes were big, brown, and round. Everything about her was gorgeous—from her head to her toes, which he could see because she was barefoot. She was barely clothed, but she seemed so comfortable—so unaware of her surroundings that it almost scared him. She was in, what looked to be, bright pink underwear, but the straps circled the base of her shoulders, connecting themselves to sheer pink sleeves that went to her tiny hands. Those held what he was here for. The jewel.

The box was small and black with a golden rim, her hands circled it almost protectively as she stared forward at the row full of people.

The man that brought her out there grinned, his hair long and black. He was easily recognizable in the world. A prominent businessman that owned many companies—his name was Naraku. His eyes were cold as he took in the many people there, his hand splayed out to the side to show the woman and then he spoke, loud and clear. His voice rang out in the large room, causing every head to look at him, even the girl in the seat. "Who wants the kiss?"

Immediately after his words, men begin to raise their hands, shouting out loud sums of money into the area. It went from ten thousand, to fifty in less than a few minutes. The numbers continued to pile up in quick ascension until they hit one million. The price slowly went up from there. Miroku, seeing this as his only opportunity raised his hand and called out ten million. Everyone in the crowd went silent and looked at the big spender, whose face was still shrouded in the shadows of his robes.

Naraku grinned, "Come on down to receive your prize."

A little pathway was made for him, as he walks out from the seats and down into the center of the room. The girl came to a stand and walked towards him, the box still in her hands. His eyes seemed to jump from her chest to the chest she held in her hands. She stopped walking, standing before him and staring with such a blank look. There was no emotion in her eyes, it was chilling.

Her handler soon came up behind her, "Before you can claim your prize, remove your hood. I also need to be paid."

Miroku nodded, taking a slight pause before pulling his hood down. There were some murmurs, as no one noticed his face, it was like he was an unknown millionaire. He shifted the robes some to go into his pocket and pulled out a knife, grabbing the girl with one hand, holding her close to his body. He poised the knife right at her delicate neck and he wrapped his arm securely around her upper ones. He stared down into her eyes—they were still empty and she was just so calm.

There was now uproar in the crowd, some people making a fuss about how their prize was stolen. Miroku continued to back up a little, "Stay back or she'll get hurt." The girly quietly backed up with him. He leaned in to tell her something, to whisper some words in her ear about what to do, about how she'd give him the box, but instead, once he got close enough, she craned her head back and gave him a full on kiss to the lips.

They were so soft and the movement came out of nowhere. He broke the kiss, pulling back before a searing flash of pain took over his entire body. He gripped her tightly, and she made no noise. He fell to the ground and she collapsed to her knees, dropping the box beside him. In the background, Miroku heard Naraku scream out a loud 'No,' but his vision seemed to go a little blurry as he reached for the box, spilling out its contents. They consisted of some plush fluff and beads. He grabbed them and pulled it closer to his body as his vision came back, the pain subsiding while the girl just sat nearby. She never made a move to run away.

There were large burly men that started to come at him and in a quick brush of fear he raised his right hand, dropping the item and a burst of wind shot out from the center of his palm, drawing in anything that came close. One of the guards was drawn in, while the other dropped his weapon and ran. The girl looked on, not phased, with the same look in her eye. The thief grabbed the little items again, and the vortex stopped. He started to breathe heavily and turned to look at Sango. With his left hand he grabbed her arm, whisking her body up as he and the girl at his side rushed towards the secret hideaway he came through in the beginning. Still there was a rush of angry voices inside, one of them being Naraku's, who yelled for them to be caught.

Miroku whisked the half naked girl through the door, shutting it behind them. She was complacent, with no worries. Quickly still, he pulled her through twisting hallways, ducking out of the robes he stole before getting to an exit. Once outside, he ran a few blocks, garnering a few looks from those that saw them and came upon a small, black car. He shoved her inside the seat beside him, shutting her in and getting inside to drive. Quickly, he found the correct key and drove off into the night, perhaps never to see that place again. The entire ride home, he clutched onto those beads with all he had, not risking the same type of thing to happen again.


There was a loud, persistent knock on the door at some horribly early hour. The entrance to the tiny home opened up and Jiro looked out with a frown at Miroku. "Wha—?"

"It's a fucking girl!" the other man looked at Miroku with a confused look, a little more awake now that he got yelled at. "Yeah. That fucking treasure you were talking about? It's a fucking girl, and she's in my car." The darker haired man grabbed Jiro by the color of his shirt, pulling him towards his vehicle in an uncomfortable manner. The entire time, his hand had been clutching the contents from inside the box the and Jiro had been protesting. Letting go of the other man's shirt, he swung open the car door, pointing at the sleeping woman in the other seat.

His friend nodded. "Nice." He was smacked on the back of his head, his collar freed in that moment.

"Not nice. I was almost killed getting into that damn place and now I have this girl."

"D-Did you kiss her?" Jiro grinned.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Miroku got back into his car. His friend shrugged, his grin growing with every passing second. Miroku shut his door, rolling down his tinted windows to give the man the finger before driving off into the night.


I always had nightmares, some were more frequent than others but they always seemed so real. They were one of the reasons I was never too keen on getting into a relationship with someone for the fear that I might change them into something horrible. I deduced that myself—my dreams were telling me that having a relationship and getting to that moment where I kiss… would result in tragedy.

I don't know why some of the people kissed to were so ugly or old though. I never really had a thing for my teachers at school and they were much better looking.

My dreams were just weird.


Sango raised her hands above her head, crunching them up above her head to touch her hair. It was messy at top. Her eyes opened—the room was so dark. She sat up, running a finger down over a curled lock of hair, pulling on it as it bounces back. Her heart thudded in the back of her chest and she placed a hand there—these were not the same clothes she was wearing last night. Her hands fell to the bed, clutching the sheets around her—this was not her bed. Her breathing quickened and she slid out of bed. Where was she? Last night was a blur; she remembered nothing except going to sleep and waking up in different clothes, with a new hairdo and in a new house.

The girl quickly rushed out of bed, scampering around the room for a light or a door, or something! She got to the lamp beside the bed first and flipped it on—everything looked normal. There were no knives or guns that she could see out in the open. Quickly, she rushed towards the door, jiggling the handle before swinging it open. There were a few short steps to go down—maybe ten. Her feet slid down each one in succession, her hands holding on the tiny railing as she looked out from around the corner.

There was no one in the room as the brunette tiptoed out in the open, moving down the stairs and towards the nearest door. Upon swinging it open, she was met with the sight of a man. His shirt was off and glistening with sweat as he rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, a purple glove and beads were surrounding it. She stared, mouth open, eyes filled with a sort of fear.

"Good morning, pretty lady." He cooed towards her, a grin plastered on his face. He was in a personal gym and leaned on the wall next to some barbells.

As her tinge of fear passed, she turned and ran. He was quick to follow her, grabbing her by the waist and clutching her close. She screamed, kicking and throwing back an elbow which hit him pretty hard in the shoulder. He dropped her a little, which gave her ample room to break free and run again.

"Shit! Damn! You weren't this wild last night!" his words only caused her to panic more as she struggled to open some doors, and scampered around in the lingerie she was wearing 'last night.'

"Go away!" she frantically cried out, all before he grabbed her arm and pulled her close to his body. Sango struggled in his grip as he grabbed her by both hands and half carried half dragged her back up to his room. Tossing her inside, he locked and closed the door as she wailed to be freed.

"Please don't do this, Miss…" his pleas were cut out by her slamming into his door and a growl.

After a while, her thudding, stomping, and overall loud temper subsided. Miroku took the time to lean back on the door, waiting for the call.

The doorbell rang and all of a sudden, he could hear her start to yell. "It won't do you any good, sweetie. You can stop it before you hurt yourself." She screamed a little louder out of spite.

Rushing down the stairs and to the front door, he smiled, "I need your girlfriend more than you."

His friend, Inuyasha, rolled his eyes, "Feh. Need to get another woman out of your room?"

"Uhh... this time. I need her to stay." The girlfriend in question popped up with a few clothes and items in her hands. Grinning up at Miroku, her eyes showed her sparkling personality, which shined through no matter what. "I will show you the way, Madame."

She gripped his propped arm with a hand, "With pleasure." She smiled giddily back at her honey who turned away, stalking behind them.

He led Kagome inside and up the stairs to the door. The woman inside had stopped screaming and with that time, he quickly began to open the door, and swung it open. "Hey there," she threw a lamp at him, which crashed on the wall behind him as he moved behind the door for safety. He moved his hand in a shooing motion, begging Kagome to get in the room and she quickly does just that. He stood at the door as, down stairs, Inuyasha yelled in displeasure. Miroku rolled his eyes as he stomped downstairs, leaving the door closed.


Kagome walked up closer to the frazzled girl with a simple smile. The room looked a mess. "Hey." The auburn haired girl was still a bit on edge, but calmed down a little more in the other woman's presence. That was normal in Kagome's presence. "I'm here to get you cleaned up. Give you better clothes than what you've got on—help you out a little more, you know?"

Sango sat down on the bed, scrunching her hands up in her lap. Her hands quickly went up to grasp her shoulders, hugging her body close. "Why am I here?" Her voice came out in a tiny whisper.

The other woman smiled slightly, "You'll have to ask Miroku. I don't know the story well enough to tell you." She offered her hand, putting the clothes down on the bed. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

The girl put her hand in the older woman's, moving towards the bathroom in the room to get cleaned up. Things in here were also thrown around and chucked all over. They decided to wash just her face and hair, taking off the makeup and washing out all the curls. They used a towel nearby—that was not thrown on the ground—to dry her hair and pat her face.

Turning around, Kagome handed Sango the clothes she got for her—those being jeans, a bra with a price tag, and a dark green shirt. During the changing session, which Kagome turned around for, she spoke with the girl.

"Who are you and how do you know the guy?" The kidnapped asked.

"Kagome. I'm a friend of his. We've known each other for a while after one of Miroku's jobs."

The girl slipped the shirt on, pressing her for more questions, "Why are you here?"

"He needed a woman to help another woman out, you know. Get you comfortable to talk." Kagome paused, and pressed the woman for one question, "What is your name?"

There was a long pause, and the sound of pants being shuffled on, along with the ending zip. "Sango."


"So you found the girl, stole her, and brought her to your house because she's special? What the fuck is wrong with you?" His silver haired friend stared at him incredulously.

"Shut up, Inuyasha. You know how it is. Don't tell me you regret meeting Kagome." The other man turned away, mouthing a few curse words.

The two ladies came downstairs. The other unknown girl entered looking down at the ground, hiding behind the black haired woman named Kagome. Sango's hair was slightly curled and wet as she stared between the new male and the male from before. Her lips stayed sealed.

Kagome turned and grabbed the younger girl's shoulder, pushing her forward with a grin. "This is Sango." The younger female did turn and granted the other female a heated glare, turning her gaze to the ground in silence. She was then dragged to a seat, the other women standing beside her, as the dark haired male cleared his throat, preparing the miniature story.

Miroku looked straight at Sango, his face serious, "Do you know what happened last night?" the girl frowned, shaking her head. "You have been a prize. Highest bidder gets a kiss and then they are granted a power." Her faced changed, going from well put together to confused, almost like she was about to cry. Her mouth opened, but Miroku quickly continued with his story, "I think you were drugged. I also know that Naraku has something to do with his, do you know him?"

She looked down at the ground, "I've known him for as long as I could remember." She nearly whispered the last part, "He takes care of me. I don't—at least my dreams make sense now."

Kagome grasped the younger girl's hands, "We're going to try and protect you. We may be young, but I trust these two."

She stared back at Inuyasha with quite the soft smile, which caused him to blush, he responded with "Feh."


They took her out to eat, she had been given the low-down on what to expect. She did not know what their profession was, and she was not interested enough to ask with all she had recently learned about herself and her life.

They were currently in the mall, Sango, whose age came out to be seventeen—almost eighteen—was acting almost like a child. She belonged to a very rich family, and the news about her disappearance had not gotten out at all. It was odd, considering she was taken from a secret meeting full of high profile people and that she was the heir to a multimillion dollar corporation. Despite all that, she was not well known.

Her finger pointed out at a window that spelled out ice-cream in an arc. They all went in, getting themselves a cone with double scoops. They exited into a crowd where Sango split from the rest, walking a little too fast from the rest of the three.

Sango skipped along, the days with them had been fine, everything was fine. She was pulled off to the side where a hand quickly covered her mouth. It was a man unknown to her, Kouga, and he pressed her against the wall, holding his body against hers. The man's voice came out in a harsh, scratchy low voice. Her eyes stared off to the side as he grinned, his eyes gaining a reddish tint, "Found you."