"When All Callousness Fails"
By: God of Insanity
Pairing(s): Naraku/Sesshoumaru
Summary: Sesshoumaru, an emotionless undercover FBI Agent, joins Naraku's ranks to dig up dirt on him to lock him up for good, but something happens that he least expects to happen, he starts to feel emotions.
Warning(s): M/M YAOI, LEMON, AU(Modern Day), SesshUKE, DEATH, Anal, Oral, Maledom, D/s, BDSM, and other warnings apply.
A/N: It's been a few years, give or take. I am sorry about that, but life happens, and my muse is cruel. I am willing to try working on my old stuff again. I don't remember exactly where I was going with this one, but I have a few ideas already. I'm actually not too fond of my old stories, but so many of you reviewed and have been so patient…so I'm going to do my best to complete these old fictions.
Oh, for any of you who are familiar with the yakuza, don't expect me to be 100% accurate with it. I did do a little research on it, though.
Disclaimer(s): I do not own any of the InuYasha characters, the manga, the anime, or anything related to it. I merely own my own ideas and the effort I put into these fan fictions. I make no profit whatsoever.
Chapter 3: "Joining of the Spider Part One"
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Abandoned Warehouse, 8:30 P.M.
Sesshoumaru had already waited for thirty minutes in the old warehouse where Jakotsu had escorted him to. During that time, he had been forced to bear the weird man and he had to ignore the lusty, flirty looks and words that came his way. He was going to avoid messing with him, if he possibly could. Besides, he doubted the yakuza boss wanted to walk in and see one of his men messing with a potential man.
The silver-haired man was relieved when car lights flooded through the windows of the warehouse. Whether it was Naraku or someone else, he was incredibly grateful for the distraction.
There was the distinct sound of car doors opening and then slamming shut. Then the warehouse door opened and a group of men entered. They all looked rough, scarred, and mean except for the tall man that stood between them.
The man that they flanked was regal and devilishly handsome with a powerful, dark aura about him. His skin was unmarred and almost as pale as Sesshoumaru's. His long, wavy, inky black hair was bound in a high pony tail. Something about it reminded Sesshoumaru of the style feudal Japanese lords wore their hair. This tall man even wore a freaking black and purple kimono, yet it wasn't uncommon for yakuza bosses to dress like this at meetings. This man, Naraku, looked like an exquisite feudal lord that had stepped into the modern world. But what really gave his true nature away were his crimson eyes. They were cold, calculating, and cruel like a predator about to tear apart its prey.
"Mmm…so is this Utamaro Sesshoumaru, then?" Spoke Naraku, his voice lower and deeper than Sesshoumaru had expected. In fact, the silver-haired man had always imagined him with the voice of a devil.
"Yes, my lord." Jakotsu answered flamboyantly while standing on one foot with his arms behind his head in a ridiculous pose.
Naraku strode over purposely and started to circle Sesshoumaru, looking him up and down like a judge would a show dog. "Very nice. You have a pretty face and a good, fit body. But…the question is, are you useful for more than decoration?"
"I would not be here if I weren't." Sesshoumaru replied smooth and coolly.
"Touché. Since you claim to be useful, then tell me what you can do."
"Professional martial artist and I excel at hand to hand combat. I am skilled with most blades. I am quick and accurate when it comes to most guns, automatic or not. I can speak and read six languages, use sign language, and I can read lips."
Naraku smiled. "Nice resume. We'll be testing all that soon. Now…when you say blades…can you use a sword?"
Sesshoumaru simply nodded.
"Mmm…I would love to personally test your skill with a kitana soon enough. Now then…" The dark man stopped circling Sesshoumaru and he tapped his index finger against his chin thoughtfully. "Jakotsu tells me you used to serve Hiten."
Sesshoumaru nodded again.
"Vulgar man, was he not?"
"I couldn't bear his presence." Sesshoumaru admitted.
Naraku smirked at that. "Not many can. Or could. Anywho…what was your position in his happy little clan?"
"Hiten was the Oyabun. His clan used to be a freelance yakuza back in the day before I joined it. But eventually he got in good with the right people and he turned his clan into a clan yakuza. I was his Saiko-komon for awhile, but he wanted me to take the position of his wife. He even got rid of her to show that he was serious."
"Interesting…" Naraku muttered and started to circle Sesshoumaru again. "What happened with little Hiten?"
Sesshoumaru stood rigid and even though it bothered him to have the other man walking around, scrutinizing him. Something about the dark man's gaze bothered him more than anything else. Unfortunately, he knew for this mission, he would have to tell many truths to cover up just a few lies. He'd have to tell Naraku things that he even had trouble telling himself. "He pushed for more. He may have been Oyabun, and his word law, but I was no whore. It angered him greatly. He couldn't bring himself to hurt me physically, or force me to perform Yubitsume. Hiten didn't want my appearance to be marred in any way, you see. So…he took my adopted daughter and killed her before my eyes."
Hiten stood near the edge of the building with the three-year old girl Rin tangling from his hands over the edge. His black braid whipped in the wind and his blue eyes looked cold like ice. In a grim voice, he hissed, "I told you to back off, Sesshoumaru. But you didn't. You pushed and pushed. But it seems now you have pushed too far."
"Let her go, Hiten. She has nothing to do with this." Sesshoumaru growled and tried not to look worried or upset.
The yakuza boss slowly turned his arctic gaze towards Sesshoumaru. He smirked. Then he released the girl. She fell screaming until her body hit the pavement with a sickening splat.
"Ah, I see. So this deeply angered you, then?" Naraku murmured while he still circled the silver-haired man like a prowling wolf.
Sesshoumaru's eyes had blinked open when the dark man had spoken. He hadn't meant to, but he had just relived that memory and the wound was still raw. With a sigh, he forced himself to be indifferent. He couldn't let Naraku think he was weak. "That would be an understatement…"
"Is that why you killed him? Because he murdered your precious little child?" Naraku pushed with a mocking edge to his calm voice.
The silver-haired man wouldn't take the bait. He replied evenly, "That would be one reason. He was unworthy of his position. His whole clan was a joke, as well. In the beginning, he was admirable, but he fell apart and became trash. If it weren't me who killed him, someone else would have killed him sooner or later."
Naraku stopped circling him and stood still like Death himself. He stared at the ground for a moment before he muttered, "I agree…"
A few moments passed in dead silence before it was broken by the dark-haired man. "All of you…leave now. Yes, even you, Jakotsu. I'd like a moment alone with Mr. Utamaro…"
Jakotsu pouted, but didn't dare refuse. He left with the rest of the men. Before he closed the warehouse door behind him, he winked at Sesshoumaru.
"I like you, Sesshoumaru. That is something rare for me. Now…" Naraku gestured towards him and ordered, "Take off your clothes. All of it."
The golden-eyed man looked at the red-eyed man in disbelief as if he hadn't heard him correctly.
"If you want to join my syndicate, then I suggest you do as I say." Drawled Naraku in a bored voice with an undertone of a threat laced in his words.
Sesshoumaru cursed silently before he mentally prepared himself for what he had to do next. He never took his eyes off of Naraku as he started to quickly rid himself of all his clothes. It wasn't long until he stood stark naked in all his glory.
The dark man started to circle him again, looking him up and down with careful, calculating eyes. He didn't see any bugs or wires anywhere or even any weapons. Which was a good thing, of course.
Naraku had to admit that this pretty man had a strong, gorgeous body that was strangely unblemished for one who was involved in organized crime. What also interested him were the tattoos that adorned Sesshoumaru's entire backside. It was actually quite typical of the yakuza members. Tattooing in Japan had always been a brand for criminals, which was later adopted by the yakuza. Most who had tattoos even in the modern age were the Yakuza or non-Yakuza crazy enough to get tattooed. Even in the modern age, tattoos were looked down upon in Japanese culture.
" These are quite lovely…" Naraku murmured and reached over to trace the tattoos with the tips of his fingers. The feel of the flesh proved to him that these beautiful, brightly colored tattoos were indeed the real deal. The tattoo artist was obviously very talented.
"Thank you." Sesshoumaru muttered and tried not to shiver from the touch. He couldn't help but feel paranoid about having the taller, bigger, and not to mention creepy man standing behind him.
"I am satisfied. You may get dressed now."
The undercover agent didn't need to be told twice. He dressed just as quickly as it took him to undress. Once he was finished, he looked at the other man for further instruction.
The inky black-haired man regarded him carefully before he uttered his next words. "Something about you has impressed me. I'm not sure what it is, but I am going to go with my instincts this one time. Let's just hope that you continue to impress me."
"…" Sesshoumaru said nothing.
Naraku stepped up behind him and rested one large hand on each of the other male's strong shoulders. In a low voice, he said, "Every new member has to undergo one of the initiation rites. In my clan, there are only two initiations and it's up to the newcomer to choose which one he wants to do. The first choice requires you to kill someone of my choosing. You may kill him in any way that you choose. Most of my men choose to kill, by the way. Now… the second option is for you to spend the night with me. The only one who has chosen that one was Jakotsu."
"Is this a joke?" Sesshoumaru questioned, disbelief very obvious in his uncertain voice. The hands that rested on his shoulders creeped him out, yet at the same time, it made him feel odd. This dark man was strange and even though Sesshoumaru had read all the reports on him, he still didn't know what to think.
The hands on the shorter man's shoulders tightened considerably and Naraku leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "I am not the Joker. I don't tell jokes. But I can do…other things. Would you like me to demonstrate for you?"
Sesshoumaru shivered. "I'll take your word for it."
"Good boy…" Naraku patted him on the head and snickered. "Now, you have tonight to mull this decision over. I expect you to have come to a decision by tomorrow night. Jakotsu will contact you tomorrow afternoon. Each choice has a different outcome. One is better than the other. I hope you choose wisely, Sesshoumaru. .."
As soon as Naraku had left the building, Sesshoumaru let out the deep breath he had been holding. He had to kill someone or be Naraku's whore for the night. He already knew he couldn't do the former. He worked for the law and he had always avoided killing people whenever he could. Unfortunately, he had been trained to do whatever it took to get the job done. If he had to consent to one carnal night, he would have to submit. He despised the idea, but he would do almost anything to get this drug lord behind bars.
Too bad he didn't realize that plans often changed with time. And not always for the better.
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"SON OF A BITCH! GODDAMIT!" InuYasha shouted as he stalked into police headquarters. His clothes were torn, his face bruised, and blood was pretty much everywhere.
"Oh, my god! What happened?" Kagome gasped and nearly jumped up from her desk.
Kouga poked his head out from his office. "Ah, the mutt face is all right. He'll live…"
"An asshole as always…" InuYasha huffed, sat down at his desk, and crossed his arms across his chest. He looked beyond pissed.
Kagome found the medical supplies and rushed over to him. She started dabbing at the cuts on his face. "This looks bad, InuYasha. You should go see a doctor…"
The commissioner walked into the room and eyed the scene before him. He sighed when he saw the condition InuYasha was in. "What happened this time, InuYasha?"
"Someone tried to kill me, that's what happened! Some bitch by the name of Kagura was the one that tried to off me. I almost had her, but she got away. She's fast and strong for a woman!"
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Kagome objected angrily and then punched his bruised shoulder.
"Ow! That hurt, you bitch! I didn't mean anything by it, dammit!" huff
"Clean your own damn wounds, then!" Kagome huffed and then stormed back to her own desk.
"Kagura. Kagura…hmmm…that name sounds familiar." Kohaku mumbled almost to himself. Then he turned towards InuYasha and ordered, "Go get yourself checked out by a doctor, now. When you've seen a doctor, I want your ass back here ASAP. I expect you to fill out a report on what happened. Am I understood?"
"Yes, sir, commish." InuYasha stood up and left the room in a sulk. Kohaku was pretty much the only person he obeyed without objecting or mouthing off to him.
"Kouga, go with InuYasha and makes sure he sees a doctor. I suspect that someone wants him dead for whatever reason." Kohaku instructed.
"Yes, sir." Kouga replied and left to find InuYasha.
Kagome looked at the commissioner and asked, "Who do you think would want to kill InuYasha?"
After a long pause, Kohaku answered with, "I do not know."
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TBC…
A/N: Finally updated this one, too. But I did what I said I would! I know its short, but if you guys want me to update more often, they have to be shorter because writing 5000-14000 chapters are killing me. Anywhos, let me know what you think. And yes, I am going to edit the prologue and first two chapters.
Terms:
Yakuza Clan- The clan has been compared to the Sicilian mafias "family". The clan is structured a lot like a common family in traditional Japan. Brothers and Children to the Father aren't actually related. They are just the name of the positions in the clan.
Oyabun- Means "Father". Is the almighty leader of the clan. His word is law and all obey him if they value their lives.
Saiko-komon- Oyabun's adviser. The Saiko-komon has a staff of advocates, accountants, secretaries and advisers.
Yubitsume- A Yakuza ritual that is used as a form of penance or apology. It usually involves cutting off the tip of a finger.