Disclaimer: Seriously, if I owned these characters, I wouldnt be writing about them on the internet like the little un-employed, teenager that I am. Who am I kidding? I probably would! But I dont own them anyways. However, I do own any OTHER character than those from the TV series InuYasha. I also own the story line, and the ideas. So they are patented and copyrighted...as of now...
Chapter one folks!!! I know, I'm sorry that it took a life time and a half, but I got a trojan, and dammit, when I got it fixed it ended up erasing my mirocsoft office!! argh!! I paid like 300 bucks for that...stupid virus... ANYWAYS, thats not an excuse, I know, but on the plus side--here it is!! It's still sort of opening into the story a little, but it'll all come in due time, trust me. ;) And if you have ANY questions at all, ask away, and I will gladly answer. Now, without futher ado:
HIS OBSESSION
Written by:
Kt Waygood
CHAPTER 1:
He enjoyed the contrast of black and silver much better than that of the brownish grey tinge of city sky and it's never ending power surges of lamps and sky-dome lights, though there was still a blemish of the city limits smudged in his idea of perfection.
His amber eyes gazed into the distance, as his forearms rested on the railing of the balcony, letting his hair soak up the glossy rays to polish his matching color.
The brilliant whispers of the classical music from the black and white ball downstairs could barely reach human ears, but nevertheless, they sounded in his demonic drums.
A cool breeze brushed his face, lifting his mass of locks from his eyes and pressing a comforting touch of nature to his face, and to the surrounding grass and trees, giving life to the usually still scenery.
Everything seemed to still in that moment. Time, life, nature itself paused in allowance to let him enjoy the moment. It was undoubtedly perfect; a moment in time where there was no pressures, no constant guard, no doubt, no blood. No nothing.
But these moments were never made to last.
Modern technology shattered his moment of peace, as the shrill sound of his cell phone resonated in the air, his pocket doing little to muffle it.
Taking a moment, he answered the call, as he was unable to grasp the essence any longer.
"InuYasha, we have a problem," came the nameless voice on the other end. "We have a person posing in one of the regions, and it's dangerous not only to us, but the open streets."
"I'll be right down—phone Sango to meet me at the office. Don't let anyone leave." It was an order that ended the conversation. With one look back into the darkness of the outside world, he entered his suite and slipped on his black dress coat, and pocketed a loaded handgun into the holding of his inner jacket.
In all actuality, she had every right to be scared. In fact, she should be terrified. But she couldn't quite get her head around, in order to be scared. Sure, there was fear, but her adrenalin was pumping so strong that she was almost positive that if she would have gotten shot, she wouldn't be able to feel it.
Biting her bottom lip, she peered out from behind the park slide that was her momentary cover, and into the shadow's that kept crawling to life.
The dark night sky and the shadow's of the trees ganged up to hide the creeping monsters that were seeking her. Luckily, cruelty was fair to her this night, as they also hid her in return.
There was a quiet crumple of sound as gravel was shuffled under someone's feet, causing her attention to snap towards the sound, her eyes dotting around, squinting to make something of the shapes in the shadows. Quietly, she crouched closer to the ground and moved farther back under the child's play set, careful not to disturb the gravel and attract attention.
Locking her jaw to keep any sounds that may approach her lips silent, she tried to steady her breaths as much as she could, wanting to blend in more than ever in her life. She just couldn't imagine what they might do to her if they caught her.
Her breath began to even, and to her dismay, she felt pain again, as her head was instantly pounding with the pressures of what to do next. Run? Stay? Give up?
She knew she was going to run. Knew it with every fiber in her body. She would never be able to bring herself to hand herself over to them. And she knew that if she stayed, they would find her. She had to run. The only problem was distracting them long enough to get out of there.
Picking up a small stone, she crawled closer to the slide again. Her fear began to pick up again, along with her adrenalin, as her mind slowly began to feel safety melt away in her next few actions.
Tossing the stone out towards the trees opposite of where she was heading, she squeaked at the gun shot that was aimed in the direction of the stone. Waiting a moment as they began to creep towards the stone, she crawled to the other end of the park playground set, only to check once more of their distraction before sprinting as hard as she could for the other side, where a small gathering of tree's stood.
Shouts were heard in her distant mind, but she was concentrating too hard on reaching safety to care about them. Her legs were tired, and the lactic acid build-up was finally beginning to hurt, but she had to get to the trees. Had to get to safety.
A gasp of glee escaped her lungs as she felt the cooler breeze of the shallow woods brush her skin and hair. They would never find her here. She had a chance here. She could escape now. The small taste of freedom that came with the thought of not having to hide as she had been doing for the last four days was sweet. Ever so sweet.
"Sango's in your office upstairs," informed a man in a suit, while handing him two file folders.
"Good."
Leaving the ball so hastily had been inconvenient, and his displeasure of it showed. With a ding of the elevator and a thrust of two mahogany doors, he entered the privacy of his office, where a woman with black hair and dressed in a black traditional woman's pant suit awaited him.
"InuYasha," she greeted with a nod of her head.
"Sango," he replied in the same action. Striding over to his leather chair behind his massive mahogany desk, he passed her a file folder. "We have a case of fraud. However, it's dealing with our information, our people, and our business. Should this get out of hand, the public will be brought into this and we will find ourselves facing some issues I'm sure we'd both rather skip. On top of that, if we have a person wandering around with our name, it could cause war between us and the other regions."
There was a moment of silence as the both of them skimmed through the folders. Names and pictures of people who have been spotted around the city that might hold information to the criminal, evidence, social security numbers, addresses, and neighborhoods—everything they needed to know was held within it. Everything, except for who it was.
"You don't suppose it's a set up do you?" came the strong feminine voice of his friend and worker. "I mean, this isn't the cleanest business in the world, and I'm sure someone wants to overthrow you. It could be a means of starting a war—one which someone else will be prepared for."
InuYasha snorted, however he didn't mean it as an insult. "No one has the guts to take me on—to take on my empire." Which was true, and he knew it.
"Caesar's downfall was his own greatest flaw, InuYasha," she pointed, giving him a look that said heought to think about it.
"I never enjoyed Shakespeare, Sango, and I don't think quoting him is going to make me like it any more," he sighed, though making a mental note to consider it.
"Perhaps you should put a high alert on?"
"That's what I thought too." Pressing a button attached to a small intercom box, he gave orders to his secretary. "Alert the surrounding regions about the disturbance. Inform them that I'm going to be going around making a check, and having them round all their people and their information. Tell them that if the person is caught, then they are to be killed." There was a polite, perfected reply of understanding to the orders, and without another word, InuYasha cut the line.
"Sango, I want you to take out a group of my men and have them go on a ground search of the city—every alley, every dark corner, every broken apartment or suspicious looking place. Meanwhile, I'm going to run my own check of these people on this list and talk to Joni at East Kyoto."
"Alright," she nodded, getting to her feet. As she reached the office doors, InuYasha spoke again.
"And if someone seems suspicious and—"
"I know. Shoot them." With that, Sango left InuYasha to sit in his chair and ponder how he was going to approach this situation. Picking up the file folder, he flipped it open to a list of names. Skimming it, his eyes landed on a single name that caught his attention, his lips curling in a twisted sneer.
"Hiro Tizoni, we meet again."
InuYasha's knuckles rapt steadily against the scarred and aged door. He was in there, and the fact that Tizoni was trying to pass it off as though he wasn't home, severely toyed with InuYasha's temper. Had it been any mortal man, it would have seemed like he wasn't home, but Tizoni seemed to forget that InuYasha had the hearing of a trained demon, and he could hear him sneaking away from the room.
On top of that, InuYasha knew that Hiro Tizoni never left his apartment for anything but the most important things, which included a cheap hooker, and food. Other than that, the man lived in his own filth. The stench of the room was already burning InuYasha's nose through the door. It was a blend of stale air, rotting food, urine, and stagnant concoctions of drugs.
"Tizoni, open the fucking door!" he growled, beating the door with his fist. There was a lengthy pause as the man inside paused all movements. "Open the door, Tizoni, or I'll do it." There was a cautioned set of foot steps that approached the door.
"Who's it?" snapped the inhabitant, his rat-like voice rasping like the sneak he was.
"Who the fuck do you think it is? Santa Claus?" There was another pause. "Just open the damn door, Tizoni." There was a moment of silence, before several different locks clicked open and the knob twisted.
"InuYasha, what a nice surprise—" grinned his rotten toothed mouth, blackened from the overuse of homemade drugs, and grating his vocal chords as he formed a proper sentence. His skin was a blotchy pasty color, his hair was thinned, dead, and missing chunks, and his rotting body, which InuYasha could smell the disease off of, was slouched in the unhealthiest way.
"Save the bullshit, Tizoni. I don't plan to stay in here for very long. I have a problem, and I want to hear that you have some answers."
"So, the great InuYasha finally needs 'ome help from the little guy—"
"I don't need anything," InuYasha interrupted, his teeth bared and his gun gripped firmly in his hand and pressing between Tizoni's eyes. He hadn't even seen him pull it out.
"Alright, you don't 'eed anythin'," Hiro stated, with a practiced sense of remorse to his words. Slowly, InuYasha lowered the weapon, almost as though he was contemplating whether he should or not.
"So," he said, tucking the gun back into the inner pocket of his jacket, "heard anything about a fraud in the business?"
"Fraud? I ain't heard nothin' bout no fraud," his proper sentencing melting away as though it had never emerged. InuYasha eyed him for a moment, titling his head back to look down his nose at him.
"You know, Tizoni, I don't like liars. You've seen what I do to people who lie to me."
"I ain't lying!" he replied, raising his hands innocently. "Would I lie ta you?"
"Tizoni, you're a rat, you'd say anything to keep that head attached to your shoulders and your brains between your eyes. I want to know about the fraud in my business," InuYasha growled.
"I don't know nothin'!"
"Tizoni, give me one reason why I shouldn't take this gun," he said, pulling out his gun from his jacket pocket for a second time, "and put it between your eyes, and blow open that good for nothing head of yours."
"Caus' I 'ave plans?" he suggested, poorly.
InuYasha sighed. "Wrong answer." Clicking back the barrel on the gun and flicking off the safety in two slick moves, he brought the gun to Tizoni's head, perfectly level between his eyes, only to hear him speak.
"Okay! Okay! Maybe I know a little somethin' about somethin'…" he said desperately, trailing off as his eyes searched the room.
"Spit it out Tizoni," growled InuYasha, still holding the gun up and level. One spastic twitch of his forefinger and Tizoni would be dead.
"I don't know nothin' about the fraud—no more than the next guy—"
"So tell me what the next guy knows."
"He ain't from around here. Not this neck a' the woods. His eyes glow red, and he ain't no human—but he ain't no demon either. Merciless. When he walks, he blends with the crowd, but he walks alone. People who talk to him disappear—prostitutes, women, men, children—they all just vanish…" InuYasha could see the chills and shivers that racked Tizoni's body as he talked, and he slowly lowered his weapon. "I haven't seen him, personally—an' I don't wanna either. No, I haven't seen'im, but I've heard about'im. Heard people talk—people know nothin' better than talkin'—but that's all I know about'im…that's all I've heard…" his eyes seemed to look past InuYasha in a daze, like he was unable to focus.
InuYasha read his face for another moment, then pocketed the weapon. "That's all you know?" InuYasha asked, just to be thorough.
"I told you, that's all I heard about'im," finally bringing his eyes back into focus. "But I'll tell ya somethin' else cause we get along so well…don't know if it's got anythin' to do with the fraud, but I hear Joni's tryin' to catch someone. Been at it for a few days now—you see his men allover the place up in East Kyoto. Might or mightn't have somethin' to do with your little problem." InuYasha paused to make sure that he was done. Turning, he opened the door and began to walk out of it.
"You'll live for another day, Tizoni. Keep your ears peeled, and you might find yourself with company in a warm bed one of these nights." Tizoni grinned, as InuYasha closed the door. He liked payment for his deeds…
TBC...
And yes, Tizoni is SUPPOSED to have bad grammer, bad sentencing, and made up words...it's part of his character, not my typing...haha.
Hope you enjoyed it! And remember to review!
Until next time!
KT
