Cop chronicles

Infiltrating a gang's hideout

DISCLAIMER:-I do not own Inuyasha. There. Simply announced to the world.

Inuyasha crouched behind a wall corner, his hair flowing back and contrasting brightly with the black military type suit he wore. A gun was held up by his shoulder, loaded and loaded, ready to fire.

He jumped around the corner, his pistol held at arms length, and ready to shoot at anyone who dare cross 'the mighty Inu's path'.

He chuckled a bit as he remembered that particular joke from at home, at his stance. He did have the best posture required to fight, jump around and shoot, but had always been made the butt of good-humored jokes concerning it.

He took a tense step forwards and shined his flashlight first to the right, then to the left. He didn't want to be taking any chances with this gang's hideout.

If the members of this gang didn't insist on being so 'bad' and drug shipping, they would all most probably by hired by the government intelligence agencies. God, they were damn intuitive. All of them.

He shone his light at the balcony above the rotting floorboards ahead. He saw a flash a orange. He cheered himself one. He got one.

His agility came to use as he leapt to the side to have himself in a blind spot for the person up there and aimed with the gun, trying to get his hand steady.

"aim…..steady….kaboom!" he muttered to himself as he shot the bullet. "damn!" he cursed. A bit off. He still got the person on the arm, though…… now to coax him into surrendering.

"you!" he bellowed, still in the shadows.

"surrender, and we'll get you something to ease the pain and bleeding!" he said. He perked his fluffy ears up. No response. Seems this guy can't make up his mind what to do.

"you'll die of blood loss this way!" he shouted again.

He strained his ears again, but only to hear more silence.

"I wont shoot you!" he yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls oddly. "it not like the old geezer will give me permission to shoot you as of yet." he grumbled to himself.

Some rustling, and a few steps.

" I repeat, I will not shoot you!" Inuyasha hated this coaxing he had to do. It seemed degrading to him somehow.

"Put your gun down!" came a raspy voice, a girl's voice. That came something of a shock to Inuyasha. He grinned. She had no idea what she was in for.

He laid down his rifle and kicked it to the middle of the floor. "Now your's!" he shouted. From the creaking, he could guess that the girl was descending the stairs slowly.

A dropping sound and a quick flash of metal hitting his rifle.

He whipped around slowly to see the girl had both arms in the air, her orange sweatshirt loose around her top with grey track pants underneath.

He didn't bother taking out the extra rifle in his back pocket, or the pepper spray. He calmly walked over the girl said gruffly, "Have your hands around your back."

She obeyed, but as he was fumbling with the hand cuffs (he could never get them straight on) she made a run for it.

He sprinted after her, and before she could make it to gun, he caught up to her, and tackling her, they both fell to the ground. "Feisty one aren't you?" he asked, keeping his knees on either side of her back, pinning her down, and handcuffs on her within the next minute.

A figure entered as he was still fumbling with the handcuffs, wondering why the hell you had to be a genius to get those things to work.

"hey, Inuyasha! How many times have I told you never to treat a woman like that! You dog!"

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. The last thing he needed was Miroku lecturing on how 'to win a ladies heart!', right now. " Miroku, shut the hell up and take her outside."

He pushed the girl out from underneath him and stood up.

Miroku took the pleasure. He even said so. "I take pleasure in being the company of a beautiful woman, even if only for a few seconds, and bowed.

Inuyasha closed his eyes and shook his head. " MIROKU! You're a damn cop for god's sake! YOU'RE NOT ON A FRKIN' DATE!" he bellowed.

Miroku rolled his eyes right back at him. "is being courteous a crime?" he asked. The girl smiled a bit.

It was easy to see why. As Miroku was telling her all about life in general, and lavishing her with compliments, typical behavior from him, she had her leg around his in such a way that he would trip if he took another step, and he didn't even notice.

Inuyasha brushed his hair out of his eyes and pointed his spare rifle at the girl.

"YOU! I've got a gun pointed at you and I'm not afraid to shoot!" he threatened.

The girl froze in her tracks, but Miroku took a step away, causing him to fall chin first, on the wooden floor.

Inuyasha stifled a laugh. "Miroku, why don't you stop pretending she's your date and concentrate on learning how to walk straight first?"

"getting there!" Miroku called out cheerfully. Inuyasha groaned. That guy was never gonna learn. He was currently walking across the wooden floors to where it the most rotted. The girl lagged behind a bit, knowing full well where he was heading.

Since he didn't feel like yelling anymore, Inuyasha intercom-ed Miroku. " I wouldn't go that way if I were-"

His voice was drowned out by Miroku screaming and falling through the rotting floorboards, into the basement.

The girl, once again, made a break for it. Inuyasha, held out his rifle and raced after her. This time he didn't take any chances. He caught up to her, tackled her, and carried her over his shoulder to the police car.

"ah! Inuyasha! Well done. Glad to see you didn't kill her, as I asked." Inutashio said, leaning casually against the car, supervising the entire infiltration of the gang headquarters.

"Yeah, yeah, dad!" Inuyasha replied. "Uh…Miroku is kinda stuck in the basement, I just thought you'd want to know." Inutashio raised his eyebrows, but was interrupted from asking anything else from a call in his intercom.

"Uh…sir…..I need someone to help me out. I kind of fell through the rotted wood into the basement…." the speakerphone spoke, Miroku's voice apologetic through the wires.

Inuyasha called back. "Yeah, Miroku, why don't you tell him how you're date ditched you too!"

Inutashio shook his head and switched off the intercom.

"Inuyasha, where's Sesshomaru? Or the rest of the unit?"

"Uh…..well…..the rest of them came across a big Toblerone stash, and Sesshomaru was looking for ants the last time I saw him. WELL DUH! Dad, how the hell am I supposed to know?!"

Inuyasha turned around and rolled his eyes as he heard Inutashio mutter, "God, these stupid kids are going to give me a damn heart attack one day…"

He lifted off his helmet, straightened his hair, and put it back on with a sigh.

He flicked on his intercom. " Sesshomaru, you bastard, where the frikin' hell are you?"

"eating your chocolate!"

"idiot."

"jackass! What do you think?"

"uh…..in the house?"

"obviously! Sheesh, sometimes I wonder where mom and dad even got you from!"

"ok, shut up and tell me your position!"

"I'm searching the upper floors with Kouga."

"Ok, anything I can do?"

"Go jump off a cliff."

"Something useful."

"Ok….you could get Miroku outta the basement and search that. Dad did say something about the money the gang made probably being buried down there."

"Ok, and if you die, I hate you."

" I hate you too."

"Obliged."

Inutashio came in. " INUYASHA AND SESSHOMARU, STOP HAVING A FREINDLY CHAT AND CONCENTRATE ON INFLINTRATING THE BUILDING!"

Two calls came to Inutashio at the same time.

"Sheesh pops!"

Inuyasha once again entered the kitchen and tried opening random doors to find stairs to the basement.

"Miroku? Where the hell are you?" he asked on his intercom.

"I think I'm under the living room now, there were stairs to the basement on the kitchen left."

"Good. I'm coming to get you." Inuyasha walked over to the door all the way on the left of the kitchen. He kicked it open, keeping his gun at the ready.

He slowly descended the stairs, hating all the creaks the old wood gave out.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw a rotting old basement, with wood pilings everywhere, and a bit of light filtering in from above cracks in the floorboards.

His golden eyes locked on a figure lying in the wood, and wriggling a bit.

Inuyasha glanced to both sides, and then ran over to Miroku.

"God Miroku, I told you not to go there, but you wouldn't listen!" he accused as he tried to get Miroku up despite his broken leg and bleeding shoulder. One sharp splinter had gone a few inches into his skin, making it even harder to cope with the broken leg.

"Nah, I'm fine really! You should have seen me when I asked that lady by the bus stop out." Inuyasha chuckled.

He pressed the button in his intercom. "ah…Sessh….we have a bit of a problem. Miroku has a broken leg and a splinter is driven through his shoulder. I need to get him back to the van a.s.a.p."

"Feed him to the vultures."

Inuyasha sighed. "Figures he wouldn't care!" he grumbled as another call came in.

"ok, fine, let Hakudoushi deal with him."

"I think Hakudoushi's doing the ground floor with Kanna and Kougra. I heard shouting and a few gunshots fifteen minutes ago, but then I got a clear sign form them."

"Fine, then radio in Kagome."

"I'll do that."

In five minutes flat Kagome had come and taken Miroku already.

Inuyasha continued to search through the basement. Seeing that there was a dirt floor, he looked for any slight mounds that might indicate something being buried there.

He found it, tripped over a rather steep mound and spray painted it neon.

He came out twenty minutes later with the other when the building was infiltrated.

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Inuyasha raced up to his room in the boarding houses. He tore up the steps, sprinted past his mom, blew her a kiss, gave a fleeting hug to his dad, kicked his Sesshomaru, ruffled Shippo's hair ran to his room, locked the door and jumped in bed.

I love going to sleep…..hmn…..he thought as he drifted into Lala land.

He was awoken by someone wetting his face.

"Hmm…..don't…..mom…." he grumbled, turning over. Then that person jumped on him and continued to wet his face. He sleepily opened his eyes, to see a furry brown person on him with his tongue out and slobber dripping all over his chest.

He closed his eyes again and ruffled the person's hair a bit. Then he jumped up three feet in shock.

"Holy crap! Shit, damn!"

He swore as he saw his shirt was saturated with drool and the family dog, Jasmine was having a darling time licking his face and drooling all over him.

"Sick! Disgusting! Bad jasmine!" he scolded the St. Bernard now drooling over the carpet, as he changed his shirt.

"Ok, you know what? You are not allowed in my room until you stop drooling." Inuyasha said commandingly. "OUT!" the dog looked around as if to say, 'is he talking to me?'

"OUT!" Inuyasha pointed to the door.

Jasmine suddenly found her claws very interesting.

"Ok, that's it!" Inuyasha leaned over and grappled on Jasmine's underside.

"When I say out, I mean out. Now I am going to throw you-oh, god!"

Inuyasha tried lifting the heavy dog, but ended up slipping and falling down face first.

He rolled over on his back, upsetting his hair. Jasmine calmly walked over and sat above Inuyasha's head, her chin directly above his eyes. It wasn't long before another drop of saliva dripped from her mouth, over her chin and on the unlucky thing below.

" JASMINE!"

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Ok, yes, I know this chapter is not at all funny, but just wait for the next two!

You will be rolling in the floor, laughing your off!

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