Untruthful
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Inuyasha grimaced as he held his left arm, blood seeping from his wound. Sesshoumaru was a little ahead of him, as bloody as he was, though he was sure most of the blood was not his. He did not know what had really happened, one minute they where there waiting for Sesshoumaru and the next they where being attacked.
Then Sesshoumaru got here and it became an all out war. Strange thing was that he didn't know who or what he was fighting. Well part of them, anyway. Some of Naraku's followers were still here and he had no problem dealing with them, but the other part he didn't know or see were the ones who had gotten him and Sesshoumaru injured. What the hell was going on?
Instincts navigated his body to the side right before a lethal chain sickle whizzed by his head. Twirling on his right foot, Inuyasha managed to grab a hold of the retreating chain. When he had a firm grip on it, Inuyasha pulled, hoping to bring his attacker out of the eerie mist. The chain seemed to go slack for a few second before Inuyasha was forced to let go of the chain, else he would have had a hard time dodging the deadly daggers sent flying his way.
In the next instant Inuyasha reached for his guns and fired them toward the place the deadly daggers had been shot from. His demonic canine ears picked up the almost silent groan of pain; his acute eyesight caught a flicker of red. Inuyasha grinned; he'd hit his enemy. Taking a deep breath, Inuyasha began racing toward the injured enemy, but he took no more than ten-foot steps when a boom landed in front of him, almost catching him in the explosion.
Inuyasha coughed as he lowered his hand from in front of his face, thanking Kami for his demonic speed.
"Inuyasha, what happened?" Sesshoumaru barked from his right side.
Inuyasha turned and watched as his half brother walked toward him. Then he glanced around him. All his and Sesshoumaru's followers were standing still, no longer fighting the invisible enemy they'd been engaged in combat with.
"Inuyasha?" Miroku called from behind him.
As Inuyasha turned to greet his brother and second-in-command, he realized that the strange mist that had engulfed them mere seconds before was rapidly lifting up. What the hell?
"What was that explosion?" Sesshoumaru demanded as he stopped in front of Inuyasha at the same time Miroku stopped beside him.
"A bomb. It almost caught me, but thank everything above that it didn't." Inuyasha joked, trying to make light of what had happened.
"Why? So far, we've only been attacked with arrows, chain-sickles, daggers and who knows what else. What did you do?" Miroku asked as he searched the now clear grounds. They were a wreck.
"Well, I believe I managed to get a hit with my twin guns. I don't know how deep or how precise the shots were, but I hit someone. Either the same person sent the bomb my way or someone backed him up."
"Damn."
"What's wrong Miroku?" Sesshoumaru asked as he observed his half brother's second look around the ground.
"No blood."
"What?" Inuyasha asked incredulous, "I know I hit someone. I even heard the groan of pain, as well as seeing the blood."
"Well, there's nothing to prove that you did, Inuyasha."
"Let's go," Sesshoumaru ordered angrily, "We have injured people to take care off. If there are any survivors from Naraku's or the Sieloma family-"
"My lord!"
Three pairs of eyes turned to greet the man running toward them. Osamu stopped in front of them and bowed deeply to the three high ranked men.
"Lord Sesshoumaru, there are no bodies pertaining to the Sieloma family. None, not even in the bombed areas. It's as if they disappeared."
"That's not possible. Keep on searching. Meanwhile we'll get all the injured home and all of the serving Naraku followers into the interrogation rooms. Report it to Kagura." Sesshoumaru muttered as he began walking toward his followers, observing their every move.
Osamu turned and ran back into the wreckage without a word toward the younger Taisho son or his friend.
"Inuyasha?" Miroku asked, annoyed over Osamu's rude departure.
"Let's go. My brother's right, unfortunately."
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"Sango keep still." Kagome ordered gently as she bandaged her friend and fellow agent around her ribs.
"Damn it all! If I ever see that asshole again, he's dead." Sango growled out as she remembered where she had obtained her injury. The handsome hanyou had dodged her kusari-gama, and then somehow grabbed the chain as it rounded toward her. She'd been shocked that he'd been quick enough to grab it, but her surprise didn't last long. The following second, she'd launched her daggers though she missed. It seemed that luck and skill were failing her because in the next instant she was narrowly dodging bullets. She evaded all but the last one, ending up with a shallow gun shot to her ribs. Thankfully Teela, a.k.a. Pesa, backed her up with one of the small bombs she carried with her.
"Watch it!" Sango wailed out as Kagome finished up wrapping her ribs and moved to the injury on her upper arm.
"The first one was for cockiness and this one was for allowing that monk so near you. Sango, you almost got us exposed both times." Kagome stated.
"How the hell was I to know that a monk was in alliance with them?" Sango replied angrily.
"Don't make excuses."
"I am not." Sango retorted, but sighed in defeat, then winced as her cousin wrapped up the injured limb. "Say, Kagome, do you know why the public family was attacked? And why the hell did we have to get involved?"
"I haven't a clue, yet . . . though, you can be assured that we will know soon enough if all the commotion at the GC can clue us in." Kagome commented offhandedly, her attention centered on the wrapping she was still conducting.
Sango said no more though she wanted to. Kagome knew something, being third rank in the Elite and an Alpha-ranked agent in the GC, but as to what it was, Sango didn't know.
"Everyone of the Elite, Numa and Guardians, please report to the Conference Hall."
Sango glanced up at the almost invisible speaker in the farthest corner of the room. So the research was finalized.
Kagome finished her task and efficiently rid herself of the waste in the trash basket. Pivoting on her right foot, she walked toward the door as she shrugged off her doctor's coat and replaced it with her uniform silk duster. Sango followed her lead though at a slower pace. Once the required uniform dusters were on, both young women left the medical center heading towards the designated meeting place.
"Sango refrain from attempting any difficult tasks for the next two days, that gash will not heal properly otherwise."
"Right." Sango growled out at the reminder of her wounds. If she had only paid close attention to the hanyou or the monk for that matter she would never have attained either injury to begin with. This was a clear reminder from the gods that she was not perfect in her profession yet and she shouldn't lower her guard.
A few minutes later they arrived at the Conference Hall's main marble floor entrance. When they entered through the twelve-foot high French doors, Kagome and Sango discovered that almost everyone had already arrived and were seated.
No one turned to great them. Not that it had been expected by either girl. Everyone inside was busy reading or scanning the half-inch thick packet of documents in front of them.
Kagome and Sango both parted ways so they could sit in their designated places. Sango walked to a table on the left side of the room, close to the raised platform where Kagome was to sit. Meanwhile Kagome walked silently through the walkway in between the long twin tables toward the dais at the upper end of the large chamber. On it were three elegant and majestic thrones behind an equally magnificent heavy, oak table. As the third ranking Elite, Kagome was required to sit to the left side of the true Sieloma leader, whose absence would not last longer than a few more nights. On the other side of the center throne, all ready seated, was the second-in-command of the Elite: Juti.
A few moments later, Kagome noticed a tall dark-haired young man emerge from the right side of the dais upon where Kagome and Hutaru Sieloma now sat on either side of the elaborate, and much bigger, white silk-covered throne where the leader would sit once the healing and recuperation time was over.
"Irasshaimase," He called to everyone who was gathered in the large hall.
No one replied to his greeting, waiting patiently for him to continue. Kagato Sieloma didn't keep them long.
"The attack on the main family was unknown to us. For the last few hours we have been researching and filing report after report. Nevertheless, from what we have gathered, an individual known as Naraku staged the attack. From the amount of information we have, which isn't much as those of you who've read the packet in front of you know, it is
presumed he is of C-D ranking.
"Our idiot of a family substitute leader, Goro, did more then cross paths with him. Goro backtracked on a risky deal and as a result earned the half-demon's ire. Thankfully for us, the deal was cut before Naraku learned of our existence and that of our true Master." Taking a deep breath, Kagato allowed the gathering to take all that in before continuing.
"Today's attack was the direct result of that ire I spoke of before. Unexpectedly, however, a few of Naraku's enemies made an appearance and became involved. No one of the new comers was killed, though an apology might be necessary. We must act quickly and gather more information. Specifically speaking: what was the deal? Why did the enemies arrive? Who were they? How-"
"SORRY I'M LATE!" Washu bellowed moments after she had slammed the doors open.
'Well, I honestly thought this meeting would go without an extraordinary display of Sieloma comedy.' Sango thought dryly, somewhat annoyed yet resigned to the unavoidable.
"Welcome, Akarat," Kagato greeted politely, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was exasperated.
"Don't look so gloomy, Kagato," Washu called back, grinning from ear to ear. "Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru Taisho."
"Excuse me?" Kagato asked, confused. Then again, that was a common enough occurrence with the young genius.
"The names of the two gang leaders who arrived in the scene today. They are obviously brothers, but they are said to be great rivals, though their hatred of Naraku is far superior to their shared emotions. Inuyasha- the younger brother- is a hanyou and, by all accounts, seems to have the strongest reason to hate Naraku. A rather personal one if I do say so myself. Naraku, at the beginning of this little feud, well, according to what has been gathered, used Sesshoumaru rather ingeniously. As to how he was used, I don't know yet."
Sango smiled, "How personal?"
Washu gave her field partner a Cheshire grin, and muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear one single word: "onna-no-ko".
The stunned look that flew across everyone's face caused Washu to laugh halfheartedly. "It happens. Trust the outside world to have such problems."
"Women," One of the younger men whose name was Findor said, and then sighed. Every male in that hall shared his sentiments.
"Hey, I heard that." Sango yelled out across the room, causing smiles to appear on most of the males. While Sango knew that Findor wasn't complaining of any of the Sieloma females, she was a certified feminist and would take no insults or complains to her gender sitting down.
"Anyway, before someone distracted me," Washu continued, eyeing her cousin as she did so, "I was going to say that we couldn't gather the most important information. The exact content of the deal is still a mystery and I can't ask Goro for information since he's dead. Give me a week maximum, and I'll see what I can come up with." With that said, Washu retraced her steps and left the hall in as much hurry as she'd arrived.
"That was . . . unexpected." Kagome muttered to no one in particular.
"You said it," Hutaru replied in the same tone of voice as Kagome.
"Kagato, now that we know that, what's left to find out?" Mikagami, a dark haired young man seated on the right side of the room and almost at the end of the table, asked a few seconds later.
Kagato turned to the black-haired young man, "Well, the deal, obviously, and why did the Taisho brothers make an appearance could be a start." Turning to the others, Kagato continued, "Naraku's knowledge needs to be tracked also. We can't have him knowing about us beforehand. Aside from that, by the look of things, we might need to contact the Taisho's and make a deal with them ourselves. As enemies of Naraku, they'll have information we might not and acquiring allies has never hurt us in the past."
"Koko-de shitsuree-shimasu. Kimatte-iru," Hutaru proclaimed as she stood and bowed to the assembly before her. Without another word she turned and left, Kagato departing after her.
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"That was insightful," Sango commented on her way home to the girls who walked with her.
"Tell me about it, " Rini Chiba replied, just as gloomy as her cousin.
"It wasn't that bad," Tsukushi Makino said, joining the conversation.
"Yeah, right." Sakura Kinomoto and Teela Zain sighed dramatically, glancing at each other afterwards and bursting out laughing.
"Ladies, could we please talk about this somewhere else? Where we aren't in danger of being overheard?" Kagome piped in, smiling saintly at them.
A chorus of, "fines," was her answer.
"What do we talk about then?" Sango wailed then preceded to keep a straight face, though that endeavor only lasted a few milliseconds.
The angelic smile Kagome had directed at her cousins disappeared immediately, only to be replaced by a seductive grin. "Most of you saw the Taisho men, right?"
"I liked the tall, regal one with the facial markings- Sesshoumaru." Teela volunteered between gasps of air as she held her teal colored cotton shirt.
"I liked the monk." Sakura stated next.
"To bad," Sango quickly countered, "I saw him up close and personal. He's mine."
Kagome bursted out laughing when she saw the glint of revenge ignite inside her cousin, drawing everyone's attention from Sango to her. "Sango, I know what you mean. The guy is the one responsible for the scolding I gave you - you should make him pay."
Laughter broke out again once the young women glanced at Sango and witnessed the transformation of her face. Tomatoes had nothing on Sango's coloring at that moment.
"I'LL KILL HIM! I SWEAR I WILL!!!" Sango screamed, as she stomped the ground with one of her tennis shoe clad feet.
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Miroku sneezed for the third time in about the same amount of minutes and frowned. "I think someone's talking about me."
Inuyasha glanced up from the multiple files atop his desk at his best friend and smirked. "If you believe that sort of bull then it must be one of the many women you've left behind."
"Like you're one to talk." Miroku retorted dryly, as he glared at his friend.
"They've yet to make me sneeze." Inuyasha replied, but reverted his attention back the many files.
"Funny."
"Shut up and read." Inuyasha ordered, though there was no commanding tone with it.
"Fine. But what am I looking for anyway?"
"Anything that will help us identify who our new enemies are."
Miroku glared at the many pages that had been printed from the Internet and delivered to them minutes ago. "It's already past five. I should be on my way home, but no, I'm stuck here."
"Stop complaining." Inuyasha told him, though he didn't look up.
"We are going to get nowhere. These files talk and talk about the Sieloma family, but nothing so much as a scandal pops out."
Inuyasha sighed, dropped the files he was looking at, and leaned back against his black leather chair. "You're probably right. But we have to see if there's something we can look up. Anything. Even folklore in that family's history could be useful."
"Is that because modern day humans believe demons are folklore?"
"Right. If that family wanted whoever attacked us to remain invisible to the public eye but they still wanted to record everything they did, then wouldn't it make sense for them to disguise it as something else?"
Silence reigned for the next few minutes as both men recalled the few pages they had either read or skimmed.
Miroku sighed; this was the hard part in their investigation. They had to sort out what everything meant. "Well . . . I haven't read much, but, lets see: the main branch resides in Uwajima; there are nine Sieloma branches altogether and they are each located in different areas so they don't have much to do with each other aside from the annual family reunion; the entire Sieloma family is wealthy thus famous though they have done nothing to earn it; and it is rumored that the different branch members don't get along, but it has never been proven."
"They all live in different areas?"
"Yeah, though they all have a residence in Tokyo, each branch has another home they reside in for most of the year. However, from what I gathered, which wasn't much, at least one branch is here at some time or another."
"So which branch is here?"
"Dunno. The data is sketchy at best, and at worst none of the data is compatible with each other, but I believe either the Higurashi or the Makino are here . . . . And the Higurashi are closest to us."
"Do you know if we can get in contact with someone from that branch?" Inuyasha asked, after a moment's thought.
"Which branch?"
"The Higurashi branch."
Miroku nodded, "Oh, yeah, they own a shrine that's open to the public, I think."
"Fine, see if we can get an audience with someone there. Until then, though, help me find some more interesting news or whatever."
"Asshole," Miroku replied.
"You ain't getting out of this, moron." Inuyasha countered with a smirk.
"Bastard."
"Shut up, pervert."
"Dog shit."
"Lecher."
"Stupid dog."
"Philanderer."
"Jack ass."
"Get to work, dumb ass. That's an order."
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