"Wait. You're serious?"

"Deathly so I'm afraid. You may find it a tad undesirable, but alas, that is how your profession ends up being more often then either of us would like."

"Shit, come on. I thought I told them to lay off of the high profile kills like this."

"Yes, I conveyed your feelings on that matter directly to them. But this is what showed up regardless."

"Gah, those fucks, blowing me off like that. It's not like they're out there risking getting their dicks shot off."

"Not quite the wording I would have chosen, but I have comparable feelings on the matter."

"Dammit, well, it's not your fault Kali. No need to yell at you, I'll just go bitch directly at the guy who gave me this bullshit order."

"I had figured you would, and I have already told him to expect you." Kali replied. "And despite complaints from him, I have managed to secure an appointment for you in..." A quick glace at her wristwatch. "Forty-Five minutes."

"No shit?" He rose from his chair. "Where would I be without you?" He asked as he walked past her and out of the room.

"Decomposing six feet under in Spain." She said, smiling when she heard his snorting retort.

Closing the door behind him, he raised his arms above himself and tensed up, grunting as he felt the tension release itself from his back in the form of a crack. "Feel like I never get a goddamn break." He mumbled as he turned and started walking down the sidewalk. While the building his was heading to was ample distance away to warrant driving a car instead of walking, he'd rather stretch his legs than be cramped into a car. Besides, nothing wrong with making that prick wait longer.

He shot a look at his watch, half past noon. May as well swing by a diner after his meeting, Kali may be the perfect assistant in many ways, but cooking was not her strong suit. In fact, he was pretty sure her last attempt was the cause for his most recent hospital visit. Due to his line of work, he ended up in the ER often enough for various reasons. None of which were the real one of course. After all, you couldn't run into a hospital saying that you had been shot attempting to kill so and so. Thanks to that, he actually had a nickname down at the Emergency Room. Trippy. The lame nickname might be due to his lackluster ability to make up excuses to why he was injured. After the fifth or so time, people started having a hard time believing he had fallen onto a knife again. But after awhile, they just assumed he was accident prone. Hence the nickname.

After waltzing his way along for a few blocks, his pocket started vibrating. Shoving his hand into his pocket, he procured his phone, hitting answer as his brought it to his ear. "Yeah?"

"Didn't I tell you to be more polite when you answered your phone?" Kali was a firm believer in proper speech and etiquette.

"Sure you did, I just ignored you. I do that sometimes." He could almost feel her roll her eyes.

"Anyway, your brother called to remind you to meet with him at the usual place." Great.

"I was going to blow him off, can't stand being near the shithead."

"Yes, that's what I had told him."

"Sure you did, you were probably more like..." She cut him off.

"Stop there, you were going to make fun of my accent again weren't you?"

"...No I wasn't." He liked to tease, but that accent of hers was unmistakably British, and he thought it suited her well.

"Of course. Now, irregardless of how you feel on the matter, do not 'blow off' your brother again, I tire of his persistence."

"Fine, fine, stop busting my balls already."

"Ugh, typical male, with all the dirty language."

"You know you love it Kali." He swore he heard a "ha!" as he ended the call.

Shit, he hated being even in the same city as that fuckhead of a brother. But it was better than having Kali chew him out again for ditching on the meeting. Even if he did love hearing her get upset.

Oh well, one thing at a time. He thought as he approached the sliding glass doors to the office building. They opened without a noise as he approached. Here we go again.

"Do you really have to meet me here everyday Diana?"

"Afraid so princess." Diana said as she opened the door to the rear of the limousine. "One of the many perks of having a powerful father."

"Dunno if I'd call that a perk. "She mumbled back. "And stop calling me princess." She saw Diana laugh as she shut the door.

A few moments later the vehicle started rolling away, going through the usually sealed front gates of the prestigious Hathaway Girls School. Essentially a school for the daughters of the rich and powerful.

Tossing her school pack onto a nearby leather clad seat, she reached behind her head, grabbing at the elaborate clasp holding her hair up. Ripping it out with more force than was probably necessary, she sighed as her hair fell back around her shoulders. One of the many dress codes for her school, was one that required all hair to be held up, some dumb rule of days gone by.

"Psh, more like centuries gone by."

Diana called from the front. "What was that princess?"

"Nothing, just complaining."

"What else is new?"

"You be quiet, and stop calling me princess!"

A laugh, "If you say so, princess."

She sighed, she knew it was a term of endearment, but she still disliked it.

"Ah, Kagome, you do know that next week you fly back to Japan to visit your family, right?"

She had forgotten. "Of course I remember, how could I forget something so important?"

Diana wasn't fooled. "You forgot didn't you?"

Damn, caught. "Yeah..."

"What have I told you of lying? It's not proper for a lady of your stature."

"Yeah, yeah." She could hear Diana sigh.

Kagome really did not like going back to Japan. She had spent most of her time abroad, and the majority of that time had been around here. It's not that she didn't love her family, quite the opposite really. She had asked them to move and live out here with her, but they simply had too many duties. And due to that, she had an almost innate hatred of politics, which was the direct cause of her separation from her family. Her father was the representative of the Japan Self Defense Force to the Prime Minister. And as such, the vast majority of people assigned to guard her, were former military members themselves, Diana being no exception.

"We'll be arriving soon princess."

"Alright." Kagome replied, grabbing her bag and placing it on her lap. The sooner the trip to Japan was over, the better.

"I've told you fifty fucking times, enough with this high profile government targets." He was not a happy man at the moment.

"And I've replied fifty fucking times. Get the fuck over it. There's no one else who can do it as well as you."

"So I get fucked over? What if this is the time they actually protect that fuck properly? What then?"

"You should have no problem grabbing this girl and getting rid of her."

"Maybe I don't...wait. Girl?" He asked?

"Goddammit Inuyasha, did you even read the assignment before you can busting in here?"

"...Yes."

"Bullshit, lucky for you I have a copy here." Reaching into a drawer, he tossed a manila folder onto the desktop. "Not like it's hard, a typical quick-grab anyway."

"What the hell am I gonna do with her afterward? And gimme that." Inuyasha said, grabbing the folder and flopping down in the nearest chair.

"It doesn't matter, kill her would be the best idea."

Inuyasha didn't reply. He flipped open the folder, grabbing the picture that had began to fall out. "Jesus, this is what passes for sixteen nowadays?"

"She's near eighteen now, those photos are a few years old, as she is mostly outside of this country, so picture more recent are hard to come by."

"Still, love to see what she looks like now." If she had looked this hot two years ago. Damn, he'd love to see her naked now...

"You'll have all the time in the world to do whatever you want to her after you get her away from those bodyguards of hers." The look on his face indeed indicated anything.

Tack that onto the list of reasons he despised this man. While he had no problem killing people without a thought, rape just seemed so...barbaric. Barbaric? He was starting to talk like Kali. Crap, better work on that.

"Fine, one last time, then I'm done with all this political bullshit. Got it?" He stood, walking towards the door without waiting for a reply. Dammit, god he hated politics.

Looking at his watch as he headed toward the elevator. What time was I supposed to meet him? Fuck it, if I'm late, he can damn well wait.

Tossing herself onto her bed head first, she landed on her stomach, face down in her pillow. Today was Friday, therefore, two days from now on Sunday, her flight was scheduled.

While part of her was ecstatic to see her mom and brother again. Even her father, but that political baggage that came with him, ruined her mood. She'd get through it, she always did, seeing them helped to bolster her.

Her musing was interrupted by a knock on her door. "You in there princess?"

"Hm? Yeah, Diana, come on in." Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but the door swung open regardless.

"Something wrong?" Diana asked as she approached the bed.

Kagome turned herself onto her back. "Not really." She said as she watched Diana get near. She had always liked how Diana dressed. Diana always preferred wearing a mans suit complete with trousers as opposed to a skirt. Saying that when bullets fly, gender doesn't matter. (Kagome knew she thought skirts to be embarrassing.) She had light brown hair, that reached down to the small of her back, almost always tied into one single thick braid that swayed side to side as she walked. Dark green eyes framed by glasses, that Kagome was sure were purely cosmetic. Slender in build, but quite tall for a woman, standing slightly over six foot. A full head and shoulders above herself. Her jacket was pure black and single breasted, unbuttoned as of now, revealing a tie that matched her eyes, and a holster wrapped around her abdomen, usually hidden by the jacket. If the light caught right, Kagome could see the glint of metal, a pistol of some kind no doubt.

Diana was former military, as were most of the bodyguards Kagome had. While most were former JSDF (as the position her father had would imply.) Diana was American, formerly enlisted in the Marine Corps of the American military. Kagome had tried to ask more, but Diana was always sparse on the details of her military career. Kagome had fought to have Diana assigned as her personal guard. Her father had insisted upon men he knew from his own service, but Kagome was insistent. All of the guards her father had chosen were men, reflecting the typical Japanese view that men were more proficient at anything involving force. Diana was the only woman in the seventy or so files her father had told her to chose her personal guard from. And Kagome had chosen her specifically for that. But as she had gotten to know her more and more, she had come to value her as her closest friend.

Diana sat lightly on the bed. "Doesn't look like nothing to me." Despite her American heritage, Diana spoke in Japanese whenever around Kagome, whose English was good, but not as natural to speak yet.

"In fact, I've seen this look before. About this time last year. When you went to visit you family. Am I close?"

Kagome smiled faintly. "You know me too well."

"I'd hope so, we've been together how long? Six years?"

"Seven years on the 22nd of next month." Kagome corrected.

"You've kept track that well?" Diana looked amused.

"Of course. You haven't?" Kagome looked a bit saddened.

"Hey, hey. Of course I have. To be more precise, it'll be seven years at about seventeen hundred hours on that day."

Diana continued. "Now princess, tell me why you dislike going to see your family?"

"It's not that I don't want to see them. It's just that all that politics...stuff is far too exhausting to have to deal with."

"But your father has said that he will take leave from his work to properly have time with you."

"He's lying. He's said that every time for as long as I can remember. And each time he is called off on some other stupid thing. Either that, or I get drug along with him to some social event I could care less about."

"Not to mention that the media loves to write anything they can about you." Diana added. "I remember from last year, it was damn near an ambush as soon as your plane landed."

"Yeah. I'd love not to have to deal with all that crap again. Ever if possible."

"Sorry princess, I really am. But there's nothing I can do. You have to go. But don't worry, I'll be there with you."

Kagome smiled at that. "I know."

"Good, now enough sulking." Diana said as she stood. "After we get back from Japan, we'll go on a small vacation. How's that sound?"

"Really? Where could we go?"

"Anywhere you want, just us two, get rid of the rest of the entourage that usually follows you."

"Sounds great! Looking forward to it!" Kagome grinned.

"Good! That's the look I want to see on your face princess!" Diana laughed. "I have a few things to get done yet, so I take my leave." She said turning and heading towards the door.

"Oh and Diana."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Stop calling me princess."

Alright, as this file said, the plane was scheduled for an early Sunday departure 9:30pm local time, so it'd arrive around 1:30pm that Saturday Japan time. Easy quick-grab, nothing to it. He may be slightly against it, but he probably just kill that woman after he abducted her, easier than keeping her hidden anyway. Hell of a lot easier to get rid of a body rather than keep someone alive hidden away.

He'd fine tune it later, he had been thinking it over on his walk to where he was to meet his brother. Having arrived, he shoved the revolving door and walked through it. Heading straight for the elevator, wasting no time. He'd get it over with as soon as possible.

After waiting a moment for the elevator to arrive, he walked in, and turned to the control panel. Seeing a few people approaching to use the same elevator he was, he spoke. "Not this one."

Not waiting for a reply, he hit the button to shut the doors, and hit the button with the highest number, it being 135. The ride took almost two minutes thanks to the building being so large.

He brushed past the doors as soon as they opened, heading towards two large oak doors, which was the office of his dear brother. He hadn't intended to stop at the adjacent desk occupied by the secretary, but she called out to him before he passed.

"Inuyasha!" She yelled, jumping out of her seat and running towards him arms open. Here it comes. When she was within reach, she flung her arms around him, doing the best to bear hug him. "It's been months since I last saw you!"

"Dammit Rin, what did I tell you about jumping me like this?" He said, returning the hug anyway. It was hard to be mad as this girl at all.

"Um, don't?"

"Right, do you know what don't means?" He asked as he stopped the embrace.

She had stopped as well." Of course I do. What do you think I am? Stupid?" She giggled, attempting to pivot on her foot to return to her desk. As she started her heel caught her other shoe, which put her off balance, causing her to land face down on the ground.

Inuyasha couldn't help but laugh. "Not at all oh smart one." He said. For some reason, any time he was around her he acted a bit more cheery than usual. He could see why his brother liked her.

He reached down and put his arm around her waist, easily pulling her back up to her feet. She was a tiny woman, no taller than five-foot-two. Maybe eighty to ninety pounds. After she gained her footing he let go.

"I hate these high heels, too hard to walk in!" She said returning to her desk. "I'll tell him you're here, feel free to sit over there." She motioned to the leather sofas against the far wall.

He looked her over after he sat. Rin Nakamachi was her name. Pure black hair reached half down her back, never tied into ponytails or anything, as she wasn't fond of them. She had told him that several times. Even if he didn't want to know it. Today she had a white dress shirt, with a tie that matched her light blue skirt. No doubt she had a jacket that matched somewhere around here. Light brown eyes that could be mistaken for a darker color in the right light, were currently staring at her desk as she spoke on the phone. After a few moments, she put the phone back on it's stand, and looked to Inuyasha, smile having never left her face. "Alrighty, go on in then." She said her voice probably two pitches higher than it had to be. But that was part of her charm.

"Alright." He said as he stood and headed toward the door. "Thanks Rin."

Her smile grew. "No problem!"

He turned the handle on the left door, and shoved it open.

The outer wall furthest from him was solid glass, which provided large amounts of light, and gave a good view of the surrounding city.

His brother was looking out part of the window directly behind the only furniture in the room, a large desk that looked to be the same wood as the huge door he just shut behind him.

"You rang?" Inuyasha said heading toward the desk.

"Took you long enough brother. You were supposed to be here two hours ago." His tone of voice was always the same, dead monotone. No fluctuations to betray how he ever felt about anything.

"Be happy I showed up at all, I was going to say fuck it and go do something worth my time, but Kali talked me into it."

"Always the voice of reason. I must say, that Kali as you call her, is the only female in your life worth anything." He still hadn't turned from the window.

"If it wasn't for bubbly Rin out there, I'd bet you didn't have any females in your life at all. I honestly thought you were gay for a few decades there. The way you dress still gives a bit of merit to that."

His brother had a suit on, as he tended to, a pure white suit, no doubt a white dress shirt beneath that jacket, slacks the same pure white, all of which matched almost too perfectly with his hair color (And therefore Inuaysha's as well.) As he turned around, he noticed the tie was blood red. That was new.

"Don't be joking with me about females brother, who has actually taken a bitch to bed here?" That was fancy talk that Inuyasha still hadn't gotten laid. Ever. But that was from pure disinterest. He hadn't found the right one yet. And he had plenty of time to choose.

"Shut it, enough of this shit Sesshomaru, what did you call me here for?"

"Quite simple really. That request you have in your hands." He motioned towards the manilla folder Inuyasha still held.

"Yeah? What of it?"

"I require you to disregard it."

"For? Stop being so damn cryptic tell me what the fuck you want."

"I know that request you hold is to remove her from her current holders, correct?"

"You can say it, kidnap her, yeah. What I do with her after wards is my call. So said Koga."

Sesshomaru's nose wrinkled in distaste. "Please do not mention that name here again."

"No problem, I can't stand the prick either."

"Regardless, I need you to bring that woman here instead. Do not harm her."

"And could I ask why?"

"You may, but the chances of me answering are slim."

"Goddammit stop it with this mysterious fucking bullshit. If you want her so bad, get her your damn self."

"I"m afraid that is not possible. Despite the vast difference in power, you are superior to myself at what is required to get her."

"Ha, I bet that hurt to say, didn't it?"

"You have no idea."

"Bring her here, I could not care less what you do with her retainers." That meant kill them in Sesshomaru speak.

"Fine." He'd agree, but he wasn't happy with it. As much as he hated his brother, he wouldn't go through this trouble without a very good reason.

He pivoted and started to head to the door to leave. "Do not forget brother, do not harm her."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

A/N:

Feel free to criticize, I'll attempt to correct any mistakes that might be found. Also, I 'll reply to any questions that might come up.