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Stupid writer's block...

Loyal Traitor

Chapter Two

Yay, let's rejoice in the fact that I'm going to go on the mission of a lifetime.

Of course, when I learned that the last double agent Renege had was tortured and then murdered after four days of being on the mission, my 'excitement' seemed to die within me. It was exactly the type of information I needed.

So, I now know that if I surpass four days at Hell's Mark, I'm a legend. Yay…

I had been completely debriefed, the final words of Totosai that no matter what, I would be safe there.

Ha, what a funny joke. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…

Not.

My mission was simple actually: become a double agent and report back information of Hell's Mark's plans to them.

Only one thing: don't get caught.

I left tomorrow evening and as I lay helplessly in my bed of pain, wallowing in frustration and sorrow, I thought about the changes that would occur. Going into Hell's Mark would be a difficult and edgy beginning. I wouldn't be trusted and I'd have to spend a great deal trying to earn it. Because I was new I'd be treated like a kid so I would have to a) show them right off the bat that I was not to be messed with and b) make myself known in a positive but kick ass way.

How the last part worked out I didn't really know…

I rolled over, my long hair temporarily blocking my vision of the time but when I pushed it back, I was even more frustrated to see that it was two in the morning and I had only twenty-two hours before leaving for Hell's Mark.

The Head had told me that at twelve a.m. Sunday I was to be at a forest of some sort called the Demon Woods. There, the leader named Naraku Morikawa was to meet me and bring me to their 'lair' –the Head's words, not mine.

They made it sound like this mission was going to be a snap and yet I had this deep unsettling feeling that it was going to be worse than Hell. I had gone on missions before: horrible, disgusting, revolting, difficult and plain depressing missions. But this…this would make or break me.

This was by far the hardest and highest mission I'd ever been briefed to go on and for some reason, I wasn't even excited…I was downright terrified.

Knowing that I probably wouldn't go back to sleep, I got out of bed and went to a small desk that sat in the far corner of my room. Picking up the phone, I dialled Sango's number and waited patiently for her to pick up. To my surprise, Sango picked up on the second ring.

"Kagome?" said Sango from the other end.

"Hey Sango, sorry did I wake you?"

Sango laughed. "No way, I told you I'm restless. I can't sleep at all, especially knowing about the meeting tomorrow. How was your briefing?"

It was my turn to laugh, only this time bitterly. "It's called the Twofold Mission."

"The…Twofold mission? What kind of mission is that?"

"It's simple Sango," I said, repeating what Totosai had told me. "By midnight tomorrow night, I am no longer an agent at Renege. I'm working for Hell's Mark."

"Hell's Mark…you mean you're leaving us?"

"I think you missed the point Sango. I'm still working for Renege but I'm also working for Hell's Mark. I'm a double agent Sango, they assigned for me to be a messenger between the two."

The silence on the other end almost made me question if Sango was still there, but then finally, I heard her voice, faint and slightly light. "Oh…shit."

"Great minds do think alike."

Finally at ten o'clock, I got up from bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. After the talk with Sango, I had somehow found sleep.

Finding my training clothes that I'd left in a specific drawer, I threw them on, followed my daily morning routine and then left the room. Wondering briefly when Sango was to get out of her meeting, I solicitously left a post-it note on her door telling Sango where I'd be if she got out of the meeting before I did a little exercising.

I'm thoughtful like that.

Taking the elevator that was located at the far end of the hall, I made my way up to the third floor, running a hand through my raven hair. I had so much to do in so little time. Preparing myself, both physically and mentally and then Sesshomaru was handing me to old man Myoga where I was to learn about my past and the past of Naraku.

The elevator doors opened and I walked out, making my way to the private room where you could train. Since most had either finished or hadn't yet started, I was pretty much alone for the entire duration. I stretched, working the muscles thoroughly for half an hour before I claimed myself finally ready.

My workout was good and it took away a lot of my stress. "Stupid freaking mission, why…can't…I…just…have…a…day off!"

I focused my energy on a punching bag that was kept to the ground with cement. The big round pad showed every impression I forced upon it and the more I focused my energy to it, the fiercer my movements became.

I hadn't been aware of the large amount of time that had passed. And pretty soon sweat was pouring down my face like freaking Niagara Falls. I felt energized, ready to do anything, take anyone on…

"Any harder Kagome and the cement will crack," a female voice came from behind and I swung around, my left leg in the air for a roundhouse kick.

Sango smiled as she raised her left arm to block it. "Easy girl, I'm just checking up on you."

When I realized who it was, I relaxed in relief and a small smile formed on my lips.

"Sorry, I was zoned out."

"I figured. How long have you been here?"

I checked the clock on the far side of the wall and gasped. I'd been there for two hours. Shrugging, I answered with a slight grimace. "More or less two hours but really, let's stop talking about me. How did your meeting go?"

The beaming smile on Sango's face easily gave away the answer and I squealed, knowing exactly how the meeting went. "Hachi raised me a level; I'm officially a level three. And…"

"You got the Shikon mission?" I asked in astonishment. Oh, I was so right. "You really got it?"

"Yes!" Sango shouted, pumping her arm in the air. Together we shrieked, disturbing some others who had entered the training area. "Of course," Sango continued, "I can't go alone on the mission."

I stopped my random dancing and looked at Sango with question. "Oh? Then who are you partnered with? Certainly not Hojo… I don't think Dai or Shiori, and Nazuna is a level too low," I mused. I honestly couldn't think of someone who would be able to.

Sango shook her head at me. "His name is Miroku Tsujitani. You know that guy who completed the MAT mission? It's him. I've never met him before though; I wonder what he's like."

I winced as I watched Sango muse. If only she knew, then she wouldn't be so carefree at the moment. Oh dear Lord, Sango was not going to like this. "Oh God, not Miroku."

"Why not?" Sango asked; her gaze cautious and bewildered.

"Do you know what MAT even stood for in that mission?" I asked skeptically.

When I saw Sango shake her head in negation, I sighed. "It stands for Missing All Townswomen. A small town a ways from here started having kidnappings, all of them female. So he was sent to figure out what was going on. You know Koharu? She was his partner and she almost dropped out because she kept getting pissed at the fact he flirted with every woman there. Apparently, he likes coping some feels."

Sango snorted. "I'll soon straighten him out. Well, whatever, I just came to see how everything was going."

I checked the time again and cursed, remembering my lesson with Myoga. "Sorry Sango I have to go. I have to learn about whom I've killed my past years and how my killing sprees started."

Sango looked at me in an odd way, her head tilting to the side. "But you-"

"Just please," I interrupted, too tired to explain. "Don't ask."

Myoga hadn't questioned about me being late and merely got started on the lesson when I entered his office, showered and freshly dressed in a plain tank top and jeans.

"First off," Myoga started, "I'm guessing you want to know how we created your past?"

I nodded slowly, unsure if I actually wanted to know. It may just give me a headache and I don't think taking six aspirin every couple hours is healthy for you.

"We decided that since you're a fair looking woman with very innocent looks, we needed to find some sort of trauma or 'trigger' that started you off in your murderous ways. It took both Sesshomaru and I an all-nighter to construct this but we eventually came up with an idea.

"All over the world, there are several mysterious and unanswered deaths; robberies, kidnappings…so on and so forth. Luckily for us, there have been many of these so-called mysteries here. Basically we just took one story that would be appropriate and doing a bit of digging and creating, we made up a perfect story that was a) already on the Internet and b) simple to understand.

"Your mother died a year after you were born due to some disease. You were young so you don't know which disease in particular because your father never talked about it with you. Your father was one of the VP of Text Card, a famous company that worked in the literature department, printing newspapers, books…things like that. There were eight different VP's, all working on different areas and producing separate things. The president of the company though fell ill and when he passed away, gave your father the company. Now, the other seven VP's were jealous and together, they plotted his death.

"They had come over for a meeting when they murdered him and you had witnessed the entire thing. This all happened at the age of ten. You ran away from police and lived on the streets, learning things that no child should ever even hear about. You learned how to use a gun, how to kill, how to survive… And when you were fourteen, you vowed revenge on those who murdered your father.

"Text Card was still running and the seven VP's all became separate presidents as the company got bigger and bigger. First, you killed a man named Bankotsu who had been the one to actually murder your father. Then you killed the rest: Jakotsu, Renkotsu, Suikotsu, Mukotsu, Kyokotsu and Ginkotsu. After that, you killed whoever got in your way and you made your living by becoming a hit man –woman- and killing those who people asked to be killed."

Myoga took a deep breath when he finally stopped. By that point, I was scribbling fiercely over the pad of paper I had brought.

"Um," I mumbled when I had finished, rubbing my sore wrists. "I didn't get all of that. Can you repeat it?"

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"No. But if someone was completely ready they'd only be lying and I hate liars." I tucked a raven strand behind my ear, looking around the school yard that was deadly still. "You better go."

Sesshomaru nodded, his amber eyes showing nothing but mild boredom. "You can do this."

I looked up to him and highly doubted his words. "I hope so. It's just…this is going to be one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life."

"It will be; I can assure you."

I sucker punched him in the shoulder, eyeing him warily. That wasn't at all what I needed at the moment. "Thanks, you're so kind. Any more uplifting words to cheer me up?"

Sesshomaru smirked -a rare but extremely attractive sight. "Don't get killed."

"Sesshomaru!" I screamed. "You bastard, how could you?" Shaking my head before he could respond, I laughed. Then, looking at him with the most innocent eyes I could muster, I pouted pitifully. "Is big brother going to miss me?"

Sesshomaru just stared down at me, one brow lifted and his face –once again- expressionless.

"Fine, fine, leave me," I said irately. All I had been looking for was affection. How I thought I could get that from Sesshomaru, I don't know. I'm probably losing it as we speak. "Just go you heartless beast."

"I think I'm offended."

"I think you're full of shit," I murmured, unable to help myself.

Looking at my watch, I noticed it was eleven-thirty. "Look, we really should split. When's the next meeting?"

"Do you have the chip?" Sesshomaru asked, not bothering with my question. It was something I was used to but I have to admit, it's extremely annoying.

"Yeah and I was already told what to do. Everyone at Hell's Mark gets a phone of theirs with its own chip. To talk to you guys, all I have to do is switch the chips so he can't get any information and won't suspect anything."

"Then call me tonight so we can plan when we next meet."

"Got it," I said, plugging it all to memory. I swallowed down the lump in my throat that started to form. In all honesty, I was scared. A mission like this was probably the most dangerous, and if you asked anyone else it could've been labelled under 'suicidal.'

A pleasant thought, yes.

Sesshomaru turned around and started to walk away from me and when I couldn't hold myself firm any longer, I ran to him. "Sesshomaru, wait."

When Sesshomaru turned around, I tackled him, hugging him tightly. Even though he was cold, sometimes heartless, difficult to read, hard to get along with, arrogant and stubborn, he was still the guy that brought me in, taught me everything that I now knew and protected me.

He was my brother, in other words, since he seemed to be the closest thing to family other than Sango.

Sesshomaru sighed, and loosely put an arm around me, that closest amount of loving affection the guy could give. I had to give him credit though he probably knew what was going through my head. You didn't have to be psychic to see what I was worried about. I guess you could blame it on the fact that it was hard for me, not having any family to fall back on.

"Take care of yourself," he said quietly. "You'll be fine. Just promise me one thing?"

I looked up from his shirt and nodded.

"Kick ass. It would be so great if you complete this mission and then when you come back you can say, 'My trainer was with me the entire way. I think you should give him authorization to give out level one missions.'"

"How about," I started, vaguely annoyed with the fact that at a time like this he was thinking about himself, "that my trainer was a jerk and that I think he should forever remain in his status because of what he is."

"Great, just great."

I laughed and let him go. "Bye Sesshomaru. Talk to you soon?"

"Yes," he answered. "I promise."

Sesshomaru then disappeared into the darkness as he turned the corner of the school to the parking lot. I waited for a minute, listening to nothing more then the slight breeze that rustled the trees around me. Finally deciding to get into action, I stole around the bend that I knew hid me in a darkness that the school provided and stripped off my loose spring jacket and sweatpants. Underneath was a black hoodie and black pants. I had on my silent black runners and my long unmanageable raven hair was tied tight into a loose bun at the back.

It was the best I could do because I was too lazy and in a rush to actually braid it.

Glancing at the time once more, I saw that I only had five minutes. The forest where I was supposed to meet Naraku was ten minutes away.

Perfect.

I jogged the entire way there, not even breaking a sweat. I could feel that my body was alive and all my senses were on edge. At last I was at the meeting place but before I made my presence known, I quickly decided to hide behind a bush and check out my surroundings. Simple things like this were engrained into my brain as a child, training to be the best.

In the middle of the clearing within the forest a tall, dark haired man stood: I knew it was Naraku. But…for some reason I felt like something was missing. Out of place almost…

There, in the tree… Someone else was hiding.

Naraku whispered low words that I couldn't make out and then I heard from the tree above an equally low answer.

So, they were together huh?

It was so cliché. Have an extra guard or tracker just in case. What an evil bastard.

I stood up and walked through the bushes, showing myself to the man I suspected was Naraku. He was a scrawny looking guy with greasy black hair and a rather evil on his face.

"Ah, so you finally showed up. Garishly late, but you're still here."

"Fashionably late is what I think they call it," I responded easily, as if I talked to him daily. "Now, about our agreement?" Might as well get to the gist of things.

Naraku's cold eyes flashed dangerously towards me. Whoa, talk about psychotic. "Well, I think it's safe to say you're witty enough. But can you survive on your own?" His voice taunted my and I strained to listen for any noise above. Naraku was obviously challenging me, but what was the lackey going to do in that tree? Watch me like a fat kid in front of a TV, jumping along to MacDonald's "Get Healthy" commercials?

"I don't think you would've even considered me joining your little team if you hadn't known I could survive."

"Fair enough, though I think a demonstration of your skills are in order."

I snorted; a sound that was as unladylike as it was disgruntled. "How cliché."

Naraku did nothing but smile at me and before I could stop him, he seemed to disappear into thin air. I had to admit that the action startled me and was quite cool; I hadn't exactly been expecting to see him literally vanish within a second. Okay, so he was a freaky evil bastard.

One point for Hell's Mark. Damn.

And to make things just slightly worse, Naraku's voice filled the air though his body was nowhere in sight. It was definitely an eerie feeling and I had to restrain myself from rubbing my arms to warm them. The day you listen to a creepy voice challenging you but have no one in sight, maybe that's when you'll understand my pain. "You have ten minutes."

"Way to prove my point," I muttered and shook my head. This Naraku had to be some sort of idiot. Or he just watched too many movies.

Still mindful of the figure in the tree, I ran into a full out sprint. The trees seemed to zoom past me and I couldn't help but smile. Despite this mission and the situation at hand, I always loved a good challenge.

It was an easy two minutes before I saw an old building, dark with the look of foreboding and danger. The building itself had to be at least a good hundred years old and whatever siding that had once covered the place was completely gone with only scraps of pieces that clung with mildew and mud.

I stopped running, the sprint not even causing me to break a sweat. I stared at the place deadpanned and seriously wished I had never accepted this mission. Until then, I hadn't heard anything from above. The trees had been silent; the breeze only a whisper and the crunching of feet on leaves and twigs had been my own.

Now, I heard the sway of a branch, its leaves rustling ultimately giving away the presence. I pretended to study the building a bit more but as I stared that the poor excuse for a hide-out, my mind was rapidly thinking.

There.

From above the body dropped and I barely held in the smile that threatened to overcome me. The visitor fell just behind, obviously landing with an odd finesse though I didn't think about it any more than I had to think about my instant reflex.

I spun my body around with my right leg flying, feeling the contact against my heel and sending the intruder flying. Not giving him or her time to move, I attacked, straddling them and using my legs to hold down the arms.

As long as you didn't have a dirty mind, this was not at all a sexual position.

Disoriented for the time being, my attacker had no hope in blocking any blows as I punched him square in the jaw, his head shooting up painfully. The body underneath me went limp and I took a second to look.

It was a guy, with silver locks that reached his waist area and fuzzy dog ears on top. His eyes remained closed but that didn't keep me from staying on guard. It was the oldest trick in the book, so old in fact, that people trained their pets to do it out of sheer entertainment.

Putting my hands on his chest, I pushed myself up using my arms for momentum and then took a couple steps away. I turned to face the building once more and sighed, realizing I had about five minutes left. Possibly more.

I leapt forward, starting to run when I felt an arm snake around my waist and pull me back. My arms were quickly tucked under his one arm and the other was held at my neck.

"Damn that hurt."

I struggled to break free but felt myself trapped. How did he move so fast? That was impossible.

'He's got to be demon…' I thought. 'No human is that fast.'

"What the hell are you going to do?" I demanded. "Honestly I thought you were going to attack before I even took a step from the clearing but no. You had to wait until I was only a minute away. God this is so Hollywood." Sorry, but I couldn't help but add that fact. This entire mission so far seemed to be something out of a movie, from the creepy cliché bad guy to the broken down shack of an evil base.

My attacker didn't speak; he was probably too shocked about my attitude to comment. I was used to that by now, since most thought I was crazy. Feeling myself then turn, I was smashed into a tree face-first and grunted as I felt the rough bark against my skin. My arms were then taken as I tried to sort out what was happening and tied with rope he had obviously carried.

When I felt him try to grab my legs, I growled low in my throat and hugged the tree, using my upper body to lift me so I could kick with both legs. I missed him but the angry sigh that came from him was enough of a triumph.

In my opinion anyways.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

"None of your business wench."

I bristled, listening to the deep voice that spoke to me with irritation. "The hell it isn't," I spat. "You work for Naraku. You're just his God forsaken lackey."

A deep growl emitted from his throat and a rough hand grabbed my shoulder, slamming my back into the tree. "Shut up," he ordered gruffly which only caused me to yell louder. Never take orders from strangers.

Basic kindergarten rules. It really is true that all you need to know in life is what you learned in kindergarten…

"And why should I?"

The next couple seconds happened in a blur. First, I felt excruciating pain as my hair was grabbed and then my head forced against the tree. Second I felt a kind of drowsiness around me that demanded sleep and next, the feeling of extreme hate.

"You bastard!" I screamed. "How dare you hit a girl!"

The guy finished tying my legs and I desperately tried to control my breathing as I waited to get a glimpse of him, the tree concealing him.

Amber peeked around the corner and I once again had to restrain myself, this time from gasping as I looked into the eyes of my attacker. A wicked grin was plastered on his face and his mouth and jaw showed her features of his character.

A stubborn jaw and cocky mouth.

Great, just peachy. The guy was probably just as bad as Collin Farrell. Life sucks.

"Have fun trying to get out of that wench. By the way, why the hell do you want to join Hell's Mark?"

When I refused to answer, he glared at me. Ha, two can play at this game. He then sighed, saying, "Just what we need: another bitch."

I gasped and spat in his direction, cursing the ball of saliva when it missed him by a mile. When he laughed, I growled. "You better make yourself disappear jerk because when I get out of this I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and burn your self-obsessed carcass over the flames of Hell and do it again and again until my bloody feet can't take another step!"

My amber-eyed attacker just blinked and then bit his lip before bursting out laughing. Somewhat resentfully, I eyed him. "My God, you're crazy. I actually believe you would," he said, trying to calm down. "The police itself have never threatened me with more declaration."

"You better believe it."

"Well, since you only have four minutes before time is up, I doubt you'll get there on time. But…maybe I can persuade Naraku to keep you. You're better than T.V."

I scrunched my nose in distaste. "Excuse me? You're even more of a bastard then I thought you were."

My attacker raised his brow at that. "And you're mouthy. Someone has definitely got to teach you a lesson." His smirk was above cocky and that triumphant look he gave me almost made me sick. "Three minutes," he said pleasantly. "So be a good little girl and sit tight. For your sake, it would be smart if you just sat there."

By that point, I had had enough. "Smart? Smart! Who the hell are you to tell me what's smart! You probably don't even know the meaning of stupidity!" I shrieked. "Christ, the messes I get into! All because…because I was sick of the streets –stop laughing you freaking monster! Get out of here! Go on! Get your face away from mine! Pack up your tent and head home! Fade away into the misty night! Hit the road! The next time I see anyone with that cocky, asinine smirk I'll be sure to break his nose and seize, twist and pull! Maybe then, the world could put you at fault for not only thievery and murder but for the lack of reproduction! Oh, and the next time you get enough ill-mannered guts to kill another, I hope the victim has a big pack of ten Dobermans. No, twenty Dobermans! Twenty huge, evil, hungry Dobermans that missed their breakfast, lunch and dinner!"

I glared at him resentfully as he leaned against the tree weakly, the entire time laughing at my threat.

Personally, I thought it was rather good.

When he finally somewhat calmed down he spoke. "I think I prefer the flames of Hell better, you know."

He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and checked the time. "Sixty-seconds wench. So sorry but I've got to go." That smirk was back again. "Bye," he said with a small salute and then jumped into the trees, leaving me alone.

I sat there and cursed him until I realized that I had less that a minute to get to the place. Then, I cursed the universe. It loved to hate me, didn't it?

Pulling a small knife out of a wristband that was hidden by my black hoodie; I cut the ropes within a short amount of time and then stood up, barely wasting a millisecond before going into a full-out sprint.

I knew the building was close, very close. I had seen it before that jerk had attacked me. Within what felt like twenty or so seconds I was around the building, looking for an entrance. There were no doors, leading me to believe that it was hidden, secret. Years of training taught me to look for other options and quickly sighting a large three-and-a-half-foot window, I jumped to it. It was just a couple feet taller than myself but I reached as far as I could and pushed the window.

It didn't budge.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," I cursed as I pried at the window, each word a grunt and more effort put into opening the window. It still didn't budge and I knew time was running out, fast.

"Oh Hell," I cursed and then backed up. I ran at the wall and practicing what I did everyday in the gym, took two steps up the wall and with my raised foot, kicked the window, shattering the glass. I landed gracefully on two feet and then jumping, I grabbed the edge of it and pulled my body in, ignoring the pain of glass breaking my skin.

"What the hell?"

Taking Hell's Mark by surprise: one point for me.

Dammit, a tie.

When I was fully in and on my feet, I looked up, only to see the same man that attacked me. This time though, his face wasn't cocky but –somewhat- surprised.

When I didn't say anything, he repeated himself. "What the hell?"

Now, I had never been one for awkward silences, always doing something to either break the ice or leave was more my style. In this instance, I chose to break the ice first.

"Bastard!" I yelled and then jumped at him, punching him in the face once more. He stumbled backwards but didn't fall and I wasted no time attacking him again.

Throwing in a couple kicks and punches, I managed to land a few good blows, but it was never enough to bring him down. He blocked the majority of them and I narrowly missed a couple strikes he threw at me. For someone so cocky, he had some moves to back him up. Some.

Eventually, my attacker forced me into a corner and I gasped back in pain, vaguely realizing that I was bleeding everywhere and that the cuts made by the glass on my hands were bloody. Now I could deal with that because years of training taught me to deal with it, but come on. Every girl needs some sort of break.

I forced myself to focus on the situation at hand but before I could even think of my next move, he was on me.

Pinned to the wall with this heap of ass keeping me there I growled. I lashed out at him only to cause myself more pain and to help him find a better position to hold me.

So, he's smarter then he looks.

"I've got to admit, you're extremely feisty."

I glared daggers at him, my mouth covered by one of his hands.

"And, I have to give you credit for making it on time. You're the first person to ever do that. However, you broke the Goddamn window."

I then took a second to look at my surroundings. It was a damp and mouldy room, the white walls now a green or grey and the floor filled with dirt and whatever else I couldn't identify. Couldn't and wouldn't identify.

Great. And I was supposed to stay here?

Cursing the Head, I bit his hand and pushed him away. "Look, if you didn't already know, that was the only entrance I could see considering the short amount of time I had thanks to some bastard I could name. More or less, it's payback."

"Feisty and a bitch."

"Cocky and a bastard."

The match was about to continue when Naraku stepped in, in all his illusive glory. He smirked at us pitifully and licked his lips. "So you made it. Inuyasha let her go."

Ah. So bastard-boy has a name. Inuyasha.

Interesting…

"Damn straight," I retorted, pretending I hadn't been interested in Inuyasha's name. "I told you I'm good."

"And you call me cocky," Inuyasha grumbled, loud enough for only me to hear.

Ignoring that, I walked up to Naraku, lifting my face so that I was almost eyelevel with him. "So, am I in?"

Without answering, Naraku gestured for me to follow him and I did so without complaint. Inuyasha just followed behind us. We walked down several dark hallways and I got the unmistakable feeling of going down. By the time we stopped, I couldn't help but feel like I was underground. The air was muskier and the feeling of being enclosed was pretty scary.

"Do you know why I created Hell's Mark, Kagome?" Naraku asked suddenly.

"For the hell of it?" I asked; a slight drawl in my voice. Personally, I didn't want to know.

Naraku laughed; the sound deep and cut. "No. I created Hell's Mark for one purpose and one purpose only."

I waited for the words 'world domination' to pop up.

"For a revolution."

Well, I was close.

"There has always been a balance within the world. The good –and the bad. The hero that saves the damsel in distress and the dragon that is slain from doing its duty. Hell's Mark is that opposing force. While governments are giving out laws and telling the people what's right and what's wrong, we lose our free will. Isn't that wrong in itself? If one is to grow with their own set of rules, the world seems to work for them. You create your own way of life and your own views. To one, stealing could be mere survival while to the other, it's an act of selfishness, but it is they who are selfish. Are you following?"

"Yes," I nodded, scarily understanding every point the murderer made.

"Let me ask you this Kagome: what is your utopia?"

I cocked a brow. "For everything good in the world to die, twenty million warehouses of drugs to my easy access and for me to get married and have kids to live a happily ever after. Sound good?"

"You see," Naraku continued on, fully ignoring me, "there is no such thing! Utopia is merely an illusion created to dull the mind! It's wishful thinking! And then, there is dystopia. Now, dystopia is all around us. You know why? Because if we are creating the illusion of utopia then we are unsatisfied, unhappy, and hateful with our life… Dystopia."

Wow. For a freak who watched way too many bad movies, the man sure knew how to make logic out of the world.

Twisted logic.

From a twisted world.

Walking into a damp room, Naraku made his way to a desk and pulled out a cell phone. "This," he said calmly, "is yours. All calls are screened and any information given or received comes to me. I know who you call and who calls you, regardless if it is from our syndicate. Understood?"

"Uh-huh."

Naraku gave a bitter smile. "I don't like traitors Kagome. Take that as a little note."

"All ready noted boss."

"Good." Naraku looked past my shoulder to Inuyasha, as if noticing him for the first time. "Take her to her room and help her settle in. And please not try to kill this one Inuyasha."

Inuyasha smirked. "I make no promises."

Oh yippee. What a just great day. After passing a test of my skills, being a called several crude names, understanding an evil bastard's point of view and making the collection, I'm to be left alone with the evil bastard's lackey.

A very hot, but very cocky lackey.

Who can't promise he won't kill me.

But I have a message for him: nature may have given him size, strength, looks, build and an unneeded attitude; but she also gave him one thing. Balls.

Something that I can easily hurt with just a 'slip' of my reflexes.

"So," said the evil bastard's lackey a.k.a. Inuyasha. "Want to get a room?"

Ah ha ha. He's a real comedian.

"No," I said coldly. "I rather have a hole in my head than sleep with you."

"Well," he said with a smile. "That can be only too easily arranged."

…What a bastard.

There you go, the second chapter. I love all the positive reviews I'm getting, you guys are so great! I also have another story Just Missed the Train out. I'm updating the second chapter either today or tomorrow.

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