Soooo, once I finish this and Forgive me? I will be taking a break for awhile. I want to work on a major piece and hopefully it will be something very well written and enjoyed. Thanks for the love, I'm still waiting for some criticism. Xo.

-Silver Mist 1996

Chapter 9

Kagome sat in her apartment, alone, sipping on some coffee, and not quite sure how to untie the knot in her stomach.

It had been two days since she'd seen Inuyasha.

'Why am I letting him get to me?' She sighed, inhaling her coffee, 'He's just a delivery.'

'He's in danger!' The thought pierced her mind. 'Of course he is,' she frowned, 'He wronged Naruko. Someway, somehow. He was a thief, liar, traitor...'

She wasn't sure but she tried to make herself believe that the hanyou was not innocent of any wrong doing.

Naruko was a bad man in a bad business but he didn't cross anyone unless they'd done him wrong.

For the first time since she had been forced to take part of this business she questioned herself. 'Why do I help him?' She thought, 'I never wanted this.'

Kagome stood and paced the room. 'What if I never get to see him again?' She panicked. 'I've got to do something.'

She made her way to her room. It was dark now, just after 10, and Tokyo was still in full swing.

She entered her closet, stepped inside, pressed a small button at the bottom right corner of the closet wall and stepped back as it opened.

She grabbed her gear. Her favorite Swiss Mini-Gun, an assortment of knifes, bullets, and a grenade for good measure.

She slipped on a fitted black jumpsuit, black 1 inch heels, and gloves. She wore a mask that covered only her eyes, she hated the cliche ski mask.

At last glance she decided on some flash beads and a small portable device that would help her gain entrance through any of he doors with codes, just in case.

She turned the lights off, made sure the security system was in working order.

After putting on a brown trench coat she made her way out of her 3rd floor apartment without seeing a single person. It was a quiet neighborhood so she didn't expect any trouble but she was always on the lookout. Finally after what felt like a painstakingly long walk, but was only a short few minutes, Kagome made it to her car. A black Mustang that she loved dearly.

After turning on the ignition and backing out Kagome turned on the radio to fill the silence, but she couldn't drown out the roaring of her train of thought, 'I just hope I'm not too late.'