Bankotsu arrived at his home and unlocked the door. He slipped in, locking the door behind him. He grabbed a beer from his fridge and sat down on the couch, biting the cap off of his beverage and spitting it into the trashcan. He took a swig then dug into his pocket for his phone, quickly dialing in the number of his second-in-command.
"Yes, Big Brother?" Renkotsu's voice buzzed through the other end.
"Renkotsu. Gather up our brothers. I want you all here in half an hour."
"May I ask what for?"
"We have business to discuss."
"...Hai."
With that, Bankotsu ended the call and set his phone on the coffee table. Jakotsu, Renkotsu, Mukotsu, Suikotsu, Ginkotsu, Misora, and Kyokotsu filed in through the door and took their places around the room. They waited for Bankotsu to speak.
"As you all know, since the reformation of the InuTachi, they've been nothing but trouble to us."
They all gave slight nods.
"However, there is something I haven't been telling you guys." His sapphire eyes scanned the room. "Misa, you already know this."
She nodded and the brothers all leaned in closer, focused solely on what their leader was saying. Bankotsu took another swig of his brew.
"I've been dating a member of the InuTachi for a year."
The groups eyes widened as they took in the shock that their leader's words sent through them all.
Jakostu spoke. "Anaki, why didn't you tell any of us...?" Hurt was etched across his face.
"I told Misa. But I'm not finished yet. In two weeks, we're going to sign a truce between our two gangs."
The group sank back into their seats. Even Misa was taken aback by this sudden announcement.
"Big Brother!" Kyokotsu boomed. "Those motherfuckers stabbed me and now you're going to form a treaty?! Are you insane?!" His voice held clear anger.
"Kyokotsu, shut your mouth! Don't speak to Anaki that way!" Suikotsu's rough voice echoed through the room.
Soon, the house was filled with the sounds of the group arguing. Bankotsu allowed this to go for a few moments. The sound of his father's name had slipped through Renkotsu's lips. That was the breaking point. He held his Beretta 9mm into the air and squeezed a round off into the ceiling. The group instantly became silent once more and stared at Bankotsu. It was the first time he had fired Banryu in a long while.
"Kyokotsu, you know damn well that it was that wolf that stabbed you and Renkotsu, you know damn well that the new Inutachi had nothing to do with my father's death!" Bankotsu's chest heaved in anger. "If you don't like the way things are being played out, you all can choose to leave the gang," Bankotsu held Banryu to the side. "and you all know how to do that."
Misa shuddered at her brother's violent outburst. The rest of the Shichinintai apologized.
"So no more objections?! Good! Saturday, two weeks from now. You're all dismissed." Bankotsu sat back down on the couch.
XOXOXO
Jason sat at a table in his barracks. His M16A4 had been stripped to the bone. He carefully inspected and cleaned each and every part. All of his tattoos were exposed due to the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Along with the tattoos on his neck and arms, he also had a large Marine Corps emblem on half of his back with a skull in a patrol cap with two crossed M16s with chains wrapped around a sword going down vertically behind the skull and had two bulldogs in Smokey Bear hats with the words "Death Before Dishonor" on the bottom, "USMC" over the top and "Semper Fidelis" coming from the sides. He had the PFC insignia on one side and the Sergeant insignia on the other. On his left shoulder blade, a dog paw with the word "InuTachi" across the top was seared into his skin. His face, now cleanly shaven, exposed three diagonal scars on his left cheek and a scar above his lip. Feeling satisfied with his inspection, he quickly reassembled his rifle, pulled the charging handle, and dry fired it to ensure the firing pin was striking properly.
"I can't believe they let me bring you, old girl." He stroked the receiver gently. "Time to go back home.
He packed his gear into two duffel bags and donned his dress blues. He placed his cover upon his head, grabbed his bags, and headed to the plane.
XOXOXO
Kagome sat in her bedroom at her desk listening to music.
"I hope everything goes okay..." She said to herself. She shook her head of the thought and her mind raced back to her boyfriend.
She remembered when he held her in his arms last night. Well, what she could remember anyways. She opened her drawer and pulled out the rest of the Fireball Bankotsu had brought. She sipped on it, enjoying the burning sensation that came with the cinnamon and relaxed at the warmth that spred through her belly.
"I wonder what he's doing right now..."
As if on cue, her phone vibrated loudly against the wooden desk. She smiled as she answered the phone.
"Banny!" She squealed.
"Hey, babygirl! Miss me?" He chuckled.
"You bet your ass I did!" She giggled.
Over the course of the next few hours, the couple talked and talked. Around the three hour mark, both were finishing up the last bits of alcohol they had left over and were both shitfaced-drunk. The last two hours of their conversation consisted of drunken 'I love you more fights' and 'I have never' conversations.
The next day, Kagome awoke to find her friends all sitting in her room.
"What're you guys all doing here?" She mumbled as she sat up rubbing her eyes.
"Kagome, it's three in the afternoon." Sango pointed to the clock. "The movie's in half an hour."
Kagome's eyes snapped open. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Give me five minuets!"
Kagome got ready and the group headed for the movies. Afterwards, Kagome, Sango, and Kilala went to the mall to have a little shopping spree. They had the typical fun night out. They screwed around at the mall all the while ignoring the males lust-filled looks as they stared at their cleavage and their rear ends. It was nine o'clock when the group returned to the gang hangout. They were shocked at the amount of blood that covered the wooden floors. They ran over and shoved through the group of friendly InuTachi members and they found Miroku laying unconscious with obvious knife wound to his midsection.
"Miroku!" The three shouted.
"Get them back!" Keade shouted as she applied more pressure where Kikyo had told her to.
It was one in the morning now. Keade approached the leaders and founders of the new InuTachi. She eyed the group.
"Is he okay?!" Sango squeezed out through sobs.
"Hai. He's awake but he needs rest. You may go see him if you'd like." Keade held the door for the founders as they filed into the back room.
Inuyasha grabbed his friend's hand. "Who did this, Miroku? I swear to God, I'll hang them by their own intestines!" He growled.
"It was...Naraku's gang. They jumped me on the way back..." He squeezed out between breaths.
"I swear to you, Miroku. We'll get those bastards back." He laid his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Get some rest now, buddy." His amber eyes softened.
He looked over to the crying Sango. He motioned for her to approach him. He winced in slight pain as he felt some of her weight from the hug she wrapped him in.
"I'll be okay, babe. Promise." He rubbed her back.
She sat up. "You'd better be, you stubborn pervert!" She wiped her tears from her face.
Miroku chuckled. "Trust me, love. Now, I need to rest." He faced his friends. "I'll call you guys when I'm able to get on my feet again." He shoo'd them away.
The group nodded. "Take it easy, bro." Kilala kissed his forehead.
Miroku smirked as he laid back down on the bed.
Kikyo and Kagome both tried to calm a fuming Inuyasha.
"Those dishonorable pieces of shit!" He slammed his fist against the wall. "I'll kill each and every last one of 'em!"
"Inuyasha, calm down! Think this out!" Kikyo pleaded.
"Listen to Kikyo, Inuyasha! Just sit down, I'll grab you a beer and a pack of smokes. Okay?" Kagome nodded at Kikyo as she went behind the bar and grabbed a Heineken and a pack of Marlboro Reds.
Inuyasha dropped onto the couch and took the pack of offered cigarettes and brew. He angrily downed the beer and puffed on his square.
"Inuyasha." A cold voice flooded the room.
Everyone's attention went from the conversation at hand to the figure standing at the door.
"What do you want, Sesshomaru?" Inuyasha glared.
He dusted off his white suit and adjusted his red silk tie. "It isn't what I want, it's what you need to know."
"Why should I listen to you?! You're the one that disbanded the gang that our father built! I was the one to get it started again! I don't take orders from you!"
"Shut your mouth and listen, little brother!" He half shouted. "I have something to show you." He looked around at the people in the bar.
"This better be good, Sesshomaru." Inuyasha warned.
"I think it'll pique you're curiosity." He scowled as he tossed a ring to his brother.
Inuyasha's eyes widened at the insignia on the ring came to his mind. "T...this is father's ring."
Sesshomaru nodded.
"So...that means..." He trailed off. "Was this of Naraku's doing?"
"He was walking home from the gas station."
Inuyasha stood and walked to his brother. "They aren't some rag-tag street gang. Are they?"
Sesshomaru shook his head. "I've contacted Totosai. A shipment of nine-millimeter handguns and sub-machine guns are to be delivered here along with twenty-thousand rounds of ammunition."
Inuyasha was taken aback at this. "Why?"
"Because, as much as I hate you and the 'new' InuTachi, you're still my kin and I promised mother that I would protect you."
"Sesshomaru, we'll kill every last one of 'em." Inuyasha vowed.
Sesshomaru's lips spread into a cold smirk. "Good."