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Loyal Traitor

Chapter Twelve


No fucking way.

This was not happening.

The pale face of my best friend looked up at me. So much for being unconscious.

"Hey," Sango whispered, smiling slightly. Her right brow was bloody and I shuddered at the thought of what could've happened to her if Naraku hadn't ordered for all captives to be kept alive.

I stared at her dumbly. What the hell was I to say?

Suddenly, something popped up.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I screamed, more out of fear for her life than anger.

"Why my dear Sango, you never told me your best friend was so gorgeous," a deep silky voice lured and I turned my head to see Sango's partner.

"Miroku, go fuck yourself."

Miroku smiled and I noticed that if his teeth were any whiter, they'd have to add a new shade of white. He had black hair with slight bangs at the front. His eyes were dark but I couldn't tell what colour because of the blackness.

"Oh, my dearest love," Miroku cooed, sighing. "I can only imagine how amazing it would be. I mean, since I am experienced and more than qualified to make any woman's dream a reality."

What was he? Some sort of preaching pervert? Probably.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed my voice cracking. This couldn't be happening, shouldn't be happening.

"Do you understand just what you're getting into? I mean honestly? You're like a worm on a hook! A fish in a bowl! A fucking rat that's been drugged, abused and tainted with poison running around in a maze full of mouse traps, puddles of poisons and sharp pointy things! Don't you get it? What the fuck-fuck-fuckity-fuck are you doing here?"

"We had too," Sango whispered, her magenta eyes staring at me. "Sesshomaru got a call a couple days ago from a friend in a high place. They know some people who know some people and Sesshomaru flew us from our lead up north all the way down here. It took awhile to get back and then we rested. Now that I think of it though," Sango murmured, "we probably shouldn't have. There was supposed to be information on the Shikon No Tama but just a few minutes after the place started to burn down. We tried to find it still, before the smoke got bad and he had to get out but…"

"We were pleasantly greeted by your friends," Miroku interrupted, smiling at me devilishly. "That redhead was pretty sweet."

I could tell by the look on Sango's face that if she wasn't tied up right now, his face would be ten feet under. I looked around me as I started to see Ryukotsusei, Inuyasha and Goshinki come out of the building. The others formed around too and slowly, I saw them make their way towards us.

"No relation," I murmured and I could tell by the way they averted their eyes from me that they understood.

When Inuyasha stopped walking with everyone and ran towards me, I changed my stance and masked my face to be emotionless. I had to be, more than ever. What could possibly happen to Sango and Miroku might be the most painful thing I'd ever experience in my lifetime as an agent.

"Who the fuck is this?" Inuyasha snarled, looking at them with a burning gaze. He looked at Sango, kicking her feet a little and then to Miroku. His gaze seemed to hold on him but he quickly looked at me. "Well?"

"Took them awhile to spit it out. This one is Sango and the fucking pervert here is Miroku. Couldn't get out where they're from yet." I couldn't be an overachiever. Though it may have spared them a bit more pain, the more information I knew in that little time, the more suspicion I would gain.

"Pervert, eh?" Inuyasha smirked. Before I could blink, Inuyasha was on the ground, his clenched fist pumped into Miroku's stomach.

Miroku winced, surprisingly making little sound.

"So, you've been talking to my Kagome, have you?" Inuyasha snarled and I almost choked. My Kagome?

He was definitely on crack.

Miroku didn't talk but Inuyasha didn't give him much time either. He punched Miroku in the mouth and stood up. "If you're smart," Inuyasha started to threaten, "you won't speak a fucking word to her."

Miroku spat out blood on the grass and glared at Inuyasha intensely. Inuyasha scoffed, almost as if he was scoffing at a joke, and then turned to face me. "You're okay, right?"

I raised a brow. He went into a blazing fire to retrieve something that was as good as kindling and I stood out here, far away from said fire to watch people that were tied up to a tree. He obviously noticed my look.

"Never mind then," Inuyasha smirked. "But really, what did he say to you?"

I stared at Miroku dully. "Nothing but my looks. He just seems to be the type."

"She is gorgeous," Miroku agreed humbly, as if talking with friends. I barely hid my look of surprise when he talked. What was he doing? If he kept this up, he'd get the shit kicked out of him. By this point, everyone was already there. Ayame looked at me questioningly, Kouga right beside her. None of them looked burnt or hurt at all, as if they hadn't just entered a burning building but a marshmallow factory.

Lucky bitches.

Inuyasha tilted his head towards Miroku. "I thought I said not to talk," Inuyasha growled.

"Correction: you said not to talk to her," Miroku pointed out, looking at me briefly before turning his gaze back to Inuyasha.

"Miroku, shut the fuck up before I smash your tiny ass head into the ground so hard you'll be wishing you were dead," Sango shouted, staring at him with a look I had never seen on her before.

Inuyasha turned his attention from Miroku to Sango. "Wow," he muttered. "Now she's a feisty one." He bent down beside her and Muso, along with a few others, laughed. Inuyasha's claw ran along her jaw and I fought the urge to knock him out. "Keep talking Miroku," Inuyasha started, his smirk so big and so smug he looked unnaturally terrifying. "And you're little girlfriend is going to get it."

Sango turned her head away desperately, staring at Miroku with her huge eyes. He looked at her and as I watched the two of them gaze at each other, I saw a flicker of desperation and fear cross his face. He looked at her painfully, as if the more Inuyasha touched her the more pain he received.

Was something going on there?

"Sorry to interrupt this touching moment," Kouga said loudly. "But if I'm not mistaken, the boss is going to kill us all. We searched high and low for those papers and they weren't there. And now, even if they were, their nothing more than ash."

"Don't you worry," Ryukotsusei replied. He didn't look worried, or even tired. He looked exhilarated.

And this worried me. A lot.

"We have something much, much better."

The walk back to the base was a lot different than normal. The boys were rowdy, purposely going out of their way to edge Sango or Miroku on. Sango was frequently remarked on her "package" while Miroku was called a series of names that went along the lines of "gay", "fag", "faggot", "homo", "cocksucker" and many more intelligent words.

Nothing at all like high school.

Certainly we were much more mature.

When we got back to the base, everyone but Ryukotsusei and Inuyasha were to talk to Naraku with the prisoners. I ran to my room immediately, fighting the urge to scream and cry and then scream once more.

Nothing was going right. This wasn't supposed to happen. What happened to the calm I was once blessed with? Why did it have to go?

"My life was so perfec–"

I slapped myself on the face, hard. One hand hit my cheek while the other covered my mouth.

Never –ever– was I to speak those words.

"I'm going insane," I muttered to myself. "Absolutely and totally insane."

I might as well sit on my bed while rocking myself back and forth for about an hour only to sing lullabies. Isn't that supposed to help with trauma?

Or is that supposed to separate the non-straightjackets from the straightjackets?

Probably the last one.

A-fucking-mazing.

I grabbed my cell that was on the night table. Fumbling in my drawer for my SIM card, I finally found it and jammed the thing into the slot on the phone. I dialled Sesshomaru's number and waited. I glanced worriedly at the door and prayed that no one would come in.

"Password."

"Fuck the password," I hissed into the phone, knowing damn well that Sesshomaru knew who it was. "Do you know the amount of shit I'm in right now?"

Sesshomaru didn't even sound worried. But that came along with the cold-front that blasted your way when you talked to him. "As long as you're not about to die…"

"Sango and Miroku are here Sesshomaru. Read my fucking lips: they are here. With me. At Hell's Mark. As prisoners. About to fucking die."

"...That's not good."

"Oh, well thanks for pointing out the obvious you fucker!" I almost screamed. I put a hand around my throat and closed my eyes.

"Watch what you're saying to me Kagome," Sesshomaru warned. "I don't care who you're living with. Under pressure you are to remain calm and controlled. This is not calm or controlled."

Fuck you, you son of a bitch.

I had to restrain myself from hanging-up on him. I didn't know what his problem was but I needed to talk to him, now more than ever. I needed some voice of reason to stop me from doing anything potentially dangerous. Like give myself away.

If I did that, all three of us would die.

Right now, they still had a chance.

"Tell me what I should do," I whispered into the phone, my eyes squeezed tight. I could feel a headache coming on and this was going to be a big one.

"So let me get this straight," Sesshomaru started. "Sango and Miroku are taken captive by Hell's Mark."

"Yes," I answered, my mind whirling. He was asking simple questions but there was so much more going on than a life of 'yes' or 'no'. 'Yes' or 'no' did not solve anything. It gave an answer with no explanation and no worth.

"Where did your paths cross and did you give yourself away?"

"I wouldn't be talking to you if I had and at an old farm house, I believe. It was on fire by the time we reached it and by the time I got there to assess anything I was told to take care of them, not knowing that it was them."

"Have they talked to you?"

"Briefly. They gave me the reason why they were there. You sent them to retrieve information on the jewel you heard about a couple days ago. We gained similar information this morning and followed up on it. That's all though."

"There's only one thing you can do, Kagome," Sesshomaru started and I didn't particularly like the warning tone in his voice. It sounded like he was preparing himself for my worst reaction.

"And what's that?" I asked, my voice so thin that I wasn't sure if he heard me or not. He did, because he answered.

"Keep pretending. Sango and Miroku are agents too. They can deal with this themselves. They'll fend off Naraku. If not, then you continue with your mission. Is this completely understood?"

Continue with the mission? As if my best friend had not just been killed?

I swallowed hard, trying not to cry. I hadn't cried in so long and the strong sense of tears burning behind my lids was overwhelming. "Okay," I whispered, my lower lip trembling. "I understand."

I hung up the phone and with that, I smothered my face in the pillow and cried.


"Kagome?" a soft whisper floated to my ears and I stirred, not wanting to wake up. "Kags?"

I groaned, turning around to see Inuyasha laying down beside me wearing a red t-shirt and grey track pants. His silver hair was loose around his face and I craned my neck to see that it was six in the morning. I groaned again. I must have cried myself to sleep.

A yawn escaped me and my face felt tight from the salt water that had dried on my cheeks. I gazed at Inuyasha's golden eyes, completely transfixed by them.

"What are you doing here?" I murmured and Inuyasha laughed.

"I've been here all night, Kags," Inuyasha told me softly. "You were sound asleep though by the time I walked in." He leaned closer and buried his face in my neck and hair. I vaguely wondered if he could breathe.

Inuyasha sighed. "You smell good," he commented, burying his face deeper. He kissed my neck and I bit my lip to stop from giggling.

And then I stopped completely.

Inuyasha didn't notice my change because I didn't outwardly move but inside, my mind was booking it on the fast track. I had been crying.

Salt is in tears.

I can easily feel dried salt on my face from the episode I had last night.

And demons are extra sensitive to smell.

So why didn't Inuyasha pick up on it? Did he know I was crying last night? Is he just not commenting or did he actually not pick up on it?

"Um, Inuyasha?" I murmured, stroking his hair. "I have to go to the bathroom."

Inuyasha groaned unhappily.

"Please?" I pleaded. I needed to wash my face immediately before he did pick up on the scent.

"Fine," Inuyasha complained. "We have to get up anyways. Training starts soon."

I nodded, sliding out from underneath him and changing my top. I was too lazy to get out of my track pants and I was comfortable. I booked it to the bathroom, making sure no one would see me. The minute I got in, I closed the door and turned on the tap. I splashed my face with water, again and again and again.

I rubbed my face furiously, trying to stop the tight feeling in my face. Finally, when I was calmer and assured that he couldn't smell salt on me anymore, I went back to my room.

Inuyasha was still there.

On my bed.

Figures.

"So," I said slowly, looking the mirror and avoiding his face. I grabbed a hair elastic and pulled my black hair up high. "What happened last night? With the prisoners I mean?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Naraku wasn't too pleased but they were smart. They said that they'd give them all the information they knew as long as they weren't killed. Eventually, Naraku will make them work for us."

I knew the information was about the Shikon No Tama but I also knew that I wasn't supposed to know about that. "What information?" I asked, sparing a glance his way.

He seemed to stiffen up. "I really can't say right now," he said slowly. He stared at me, awaiting my response. Did he think I'd get mad?

I merely shrugged. Thanks to my excellent ability and hearing, I already knew that information. "Who are they working for?"

Inuyasha shrugged again. "Some small group. We haven't even heard of them, which wasn't surprising to the captives either. There's just a couple of them and the two said that they wouldn't come looking."

"We could take them down in a second anyways," I said with a sigh. Heading towards the door, I motioned for Inuyasha to follow me. Before I could even grab the knob, his hands were at my waist.

He leaned closer towards me, his hot breath tingling in my ear as he whispered six simple words to me. "Oh, and we're on kitchen duty."

I almost banged my head into the door.

"Excuse me?"

Inuyasha smirked and although I couldn't see it, I definitely knew that that was what he was doing. "You heard me. Now come on my little Betty Crocker."

He opened the door and walked ahead of me, turning to look at me over his shoulder and wink.

I glared at him. "I'll end you."

He laughed, which gave me all the more reasons to pretend to stab painful laser dots all along his back, legs, ass, and head. Dead center of his head, to be exact.

There was only one problem.

I didn't have laser-vision.

Eventually, Inuyasha waited for me and when I was about to proudly sweep by him like the stubborn woman that I am, he wrapped an arm around my waist and I sighed.

Happily. Dammit.

I was amazed, however, by the fact that as we walked down the halls, passing the front den where everyone sat and watched us, that no one made a single comment about our being together. Maybe they just thought it was a fling?

Of course, chances are that the demons could easily smell his scent all over me and if any of them passed my room that they could clearly smell him too. In the beginning, most probably wouldn't have noticed it but now that it had be a steady thing for a couple weeks, everyone had to know.

We entered the shabby little kitchen and together, we decided to make something that was called… Something-er Heaven. I couldn't remember it but as Inuyasha raised a brow at me, I started to grab the ingredients. It was really easy to make. Simply butter bread (with or without a bit of garlic powder) and then shred cheese. Together with bacon bits, you put the cheese and bacon on the bread and then broil it in the oven. After half an hour, the food was ready and we served it to the entire team, who ate it happily after yesterday's terrible meal.

When everyone was done and outside getting ready to train, Inuyasha gave me a satisfied look. "Well that was simple," Inuyasha murmured, smirking at me. "Where did you learn to cook?"

I shrugged, not willing to answer. "I had to teach myself basically."

"Ah," Inuyasha replied and I didn't know if that was because he knew I didn't want to approach the subject of our pasts or he had nothing else to say.

Ugh.

I looked around the room, debating how much I could possibly let Inuyasha know without getting dangerous.

Without getting dangerous? I was already past that point for God's sake.

Kill me now.

Inuyasha must have noticed my expression because he looked around the room and started grabbing plates. "Hey, look don't worry. I'll clean up."

I looked at him, startled. "What? Oh, no that's okay. I have no problem."

Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha muttered a 'feh'. "Look, why don't you grab the leftovers and feed them to the prisoners downstairs?"

"The prisoners?" I asked, slightly confused.

Inuyasha raised a brow. "We can't exactly let them starve when they're giving us information on the–," he stopped himself but mentally I finished it for him.

"Fine then. I think I know where it is," I continued, without missing a beat.

Grabbing two more plates and placing the leftovers on them, I gave them more than I was probably supposed to. If they ate it all though, nobody would notice. Food in hand, I walked towards where we were keeping Sango and Miroku captive. It was a disgusting room and I was lucky that Naraku never felt threatened by me.

The room was dark and after unbolting the many deadbolts, I slid in. There wasn't any natural light, just a small bulb hanging from the ceiling hanging down from wires. I grimaced and called out, "Where the hell are you?"

"Over here," I heard Sango yell weakly, and I walked down to where there were actual cells. Miroku and Sango were in separate cells but they were right beside each other.

"It's me," I whispered when I neared and I could finally make out their faces in the dim light. "I have food for you guys." I handed them the food on the plates and watched them as they greedily ate.

"How are you?" I asked quietly. "I can't stay long, I have to go."

"Fine," Sango said, looking up at me. Her right eye was bruised and I could see smudges of blood on her outfit. Miroku didn't look much better. His left hand was badly cut and I could see the bandaging that Inuyasha must have done last night. I couldn't exactly picture Naraku tenderly wrapping it. "We're exchanging information about the Shikon," the whispered. "A lot of it is false or just rumour that we heard."

"Has Naraku told you anything?"

"Other than that he will momentarily spare our lives, not really."

"At least you're alive," I muttered. "You're pretty damn lucky I'm not going to lie."

"Honesty is key," Miroku agreed and Sango rolled her eyes.

"Stop being a fortune cookie, dumbass," she swore and then gave me a small smile. "We'll be okay. Trust me. Just be smart okay?"

"I promise," I whispered. "I'll see you as soon as I possibly can."

When I got back to the kitchen, I realized I had taken longer than I had needed. I ran back, trying to hide my rapid breathing as I met his gaze. "What's next?" I asked Inuyasha casually.

Inuyasha shrugged, putting a couple dishes away. "Nothing really. Let's just go outside and train."

I started to walk out but was caught by Inuyasha's grip. He spun me around and kissed me. "Don't take so long next time," Inuyasha seemed to warn. His voice was quiet but I could hear the underlying tension and intensity in it. He wasn't happy with me as he glared at me. Then, softly, as if trying to cover it up, he smirked. "I missed you."

I smiled, despite the nervous fluttering butterflies in my stomach. Was that a warning to the fact that he knows something? Was he going to talk to Naraku about it? My heart was beating in my head and I could feel the world starting to spin.

"Are you okay?" Inuyasha asked me, frowning and wrapping his arms around me.

But before I could answer, I heard Naraku's deep grumbling voice and the quiet footsteps of Kanna's small feet reached our ears. She walked out of this office and then turned to look at us. "Go to the den," she said quietly and then turned around, walking towards the metal doors that led to the outside world.

"So much for training," I said as Inuyasha let me go. "What's going on?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "I don't know."

I stared at him for a bit longer than I guess was necessary because his frown became deeper. "I don't know," he seemed to growl, repeating himself.

"Okay," I whispered, surprised.

Together we walked to the den, his hand still in mine. When I looked at him and when he spoke those words, I felt as though he was lying to me.

He knew more than he led on and that worried me. Was this information he gained from a direct source –being Naraku– or an indirect source from say the third party? I still didn't want to think about it. The very thought that he was going to betray me made my throat dry.

We were alone in the den and I sat down on the couch beside him. He looked at me and his expression softened. "Come here," he growled, grabbing me and pulling me on his lap. I smiled despite my internal thoughts. His arms were around me and despite everything I felt safe and cared for.

I wondered if he thought the same. Did he need me? Did he want me? Did he think I was special? Did he care for me?

I knew he liked me –that was obvious. I knew he liked spending time with me and he treated me well…

"Lucky duck," Ayame yelled when she walked in. "You didn't even have to train! I was stuck with Kouga!"

I laughed. "Sorry Ayame," I said sheepishly.

"Are you sure you were just cleaning the dishes?" Ayame hinted, raising a brow at Inuyasha and I. "You two certainly took a long time."

"Ayame!" I shouted, turning red. I turned to Inuyasha who was smirking and I rolled my eyes.

"Look at such a pretty sight," Muso called, staring at us. "Aw, what lovebirds!"

"Go fuck yourself," Inuyasha snarled.

"I think they like each other," Kouga whispered to Ayame who giggled.

I wanted to kill myself. This was like high school, only worse.

"Oh wow, Kouga," Inuyasha started sarcastically. "Can you predict lottery numbers too?"

"Shut up," Kouga growled, flipping Inuyasha off.

I sighed. What a life.

Moments later when everyone was accounted for, Naraku walked in, looking pleased. He again reminded me of those crazy bastards in the movie business. The kind of bad guys that go "mwahahaha" and rub their hands together evilly when they think of some diabolical plan.

Dear God. I stared at Naraku who rubbed his hands together and smirked evilly. I was in the hands of a madman.

"Today is the day!" Naraku shouted and everyone looked at him, utterly confused with the exception of Ryukotsusei. "Today, I'm going to explain to you the plans you failed to get a hold of and what importance they were to me. Ryukotsusei has also brought something very important to my attention and now you have a way to redeem yourselves.

"Yesterday, I sent all of you to gain the co-ordinates to the location of what is called the Shikon No Tama. This is a pink jewel that has great powers and with it, Hell's Mark will be more powerful that anything on this earth. For years I have been trying to gain its power but only until recently was it possible. The holder of this jewel has fallen under some sort of coma and now the jewel is lost. This is our chance to take it for ourselves.

"I have decided to call this mission the Takeover mission, simply because it fits the title perfectly. The objective is to gain the power of the jewel and rule, well, the world in a matter of speaking. This jewel is difficult to gain however and will take time, teamwork and maybe even a few fatalities. Hopefully we won't have any but in order to achieve the best, there must be a few falls. Those who follow orders, work hard and prove themselves worthy will live without fear.

"Even though you did not manage to gain the information lost in the fire, Ryukotsusei has been talking to people and now we have an idea as to where more information can be found. There is a hideaway that belongs to a demonic group. I am going to send two agents to go on this mission and obtain the information there. Along with obtaining said information, I need them destroyed. Every single one of them. Past identities will be given because this is a secret mission and those I select will be double agents for the duration. Understood?"

The group nodded in unison but many whispers started to carry out. Who was going on the mission? What could the jewel do? Why was he holding the information until now?

Well, I can answer the first question simply because everyone knows how much God loves me.

"Kagome and Inuyasha, I have selected you two to go on this mission and redeem not only yourselves but everyone in Hell's Mark. Do this or die."

Oh wow. That's… I think I'm going to choke up. I think… I think I'm going to cry. It's just so…touching.

I'm heavily considering the latter option.

Inuyasha squeezed my hand and nodded. I merely bit my lip.

"Kagome? Any second thoughts?" Naraku asked, wickedly.

"No sir," I said strongly, as if whatever image he saw of me was an illusion. "I accept this mission and will be ready at any time you give it to me."

Naraku smiled and nodded. "Good. Now, I am going to make final plans. In one hour, I would like you two to come into my office so I can brief you on what is going on and what you must accomplish during this mission. Training is over and need not to be resumed. However, I want this place cleaned. I suggest everyone to get on that."

With that, Naraku left the room and everyone stared after him, somewhat dumbfounded.

"I hate my life," I murmured. So it's not enough that I'm a double agent for Renege but I have to be a double agent for Hell's Mark too! What does that make me, a triple agent? A quadruple agent?

I really should have chosen the latter.

"Are you okay with this?" Ayame asked me quietly, sitting closer to me on the couch. Her hand was rested on my shoulder, the long nails covered with gloss shining. Her green eyes were bright but fully of worry.

"Absolutely," I said, sarcastic. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't exactly tell them the irony of the situation so they wouldn't get it.

Inuyasha held me closer. "What's the big deal?" he wanted to know.

I shrugged. "Nothing," I sighed. "I was just getting comfortable here and now, I have to do this whole newbie thing all over again."

Inuyasha smirked and Kouga sauntered over with the same look on his face.

"So," he started slyly, looking directly at Inuyasha and I. "Maybe the rooms are co-ed? Of course, that doesn't stop you now anyways."

"Oh, go fuck yourself in a corner Kouga," Inuyasha spat, his eyes glaring.

Kouga laughed and then rubbed Ayame's shoulder tenderly. "Maybe Ayame, if you're free one of these nights, you and I can…check on their rooms. You know, make sure everything's in order…like the bed."

Ayame didn't seem to understand because she stared blankly at him.

"I'll kill you," I hissed.

Ayame frowned deeply, looking at me. Inuyasha sighed frustrated with her lack of capability to understand. "Ayame," he started, "checking the beds."

"Well I won't be making them," she muttered.

"SEX, Ayame, SEX!" I finally shouted out.

And of course, the entire room heard me. Awesome.

Muso, Goshinki, Hakaku and Ginta all stared at me with shocked expressions. Kagura, Yura and Tsubaki all seemed to be disgusted, which was pretty ironic for the last two named.

"Oh come on!" I said to everyone that stared at me. "As if you think it's a sin! Seriously. I bet all of you are staring at me because–"

"You're jealous," Inuyasha finished.

I stared at him angrily. "Don't give them any ideas."

He scoffed. "Well that doesn't stop them from giving any to me."

I didn't know what to say to that.


The problem with infatuation is that you seem to be blind. Or is that love? No, no, no. Definitely infatuation.


Inuyasha snuck into the shower room, leaning against the far wall where he could see if anyone approached. The walls weren't mouldy but soap scum covered it, making the tile completely white in some areas. He'd have to talk to Naraku about that. But he stood there not because he wanted a shower, but because he had to make an important call and it wasn't possible with Kagome nearby.

The SIM card already switched, Inuyasha held the phone near his head. There was no point in resting it on his head because he didn't have human ears sticking out. His dog ears however were perfectly capable of hearing it if it was in front of him.

"Hello?"

"I have news."

"This better be good."

"I think that you'll find it rather useful," Inuyasha said, listening to the deep and irritated sound of his boss.

"Talk dammit."

"Well I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?"

"I don't have time for this. Just tell me."

"Nope, you have to pick."

"Inuyasha– Fine. Bad."

Inuyasha smirked. He loved toying with his boss. "I won't be at Hell's Mark for a couple days, maybe even a week."

"Why the fuck not? You need to be there! This plan may go to hell is you're not there controlling the situation. I know your backup can help but there's only so much that–"

"Calm down, you ass-clown. I'm with Kagome."

"I'm assuming that's the good news."

"Damn right."

"Where are you going? Have you been briefed?"

"Just an hour ago. We're going to the Thunder Brothers Hideaway. It's a coven of mainly thunder and lightning demons. Electricity and stuff. Apparently there's even a dragon. But our objective is to gain some vital information on the Shikon No Tama. And guess who gets to see it first?"

"Don't fuck this up, Inuyasha."

"How can I fuck this up?" Inuyasha snapped back. "I'm a double agent here so I can certainly be a double agent there."

"You never told me this was a double agent mission," his boss said, his voice getting louder. It was pretty scary, though Inuyasha would never admit it.

"I figured that the whole 'gone for a few days, maybe a week' thing would tip you off. Guess not."

"Just don't fuck this up. Inuyasha, if I don't get Kagome back in one fucking piece because of your sorry foot that's halfway up your ass, I'll be sure to break every bone in your body."

Inuyasha remained silent, contemplating how difficult the upcoming mission will be. "We leave in three days." With that, Inuyasha hung up the phone. He pushed his head against the wall, resisting the urge to smash it. He thought of the plans he had to fulfill and how Kagome might never understand. He wondered how she would react, if she lived. That very thought alone sent shivers up his spine. He wouldn't admit it, but Kagome had become so much more to him than he thought she would. She was never a fuck buddy, someone to fool around with, but she was company and understanding and…protection. There was something about her that he…loved? No, respected.

He wouldn't admit that he loved her either.

Not until he could say it with the certainty that she'd be alive to hear it.


Hey everybody,

Now I just wanted to say because I've gotten a few messages about this that Kagome seems to be the lovelorn fool while Inuyasha is just using her. Inuyasha could be using her (I'm saying nothing) but this story is in Kagome's point of view and everything she thinks about Inuyasha is in her mind. Unless it's a small small section like just above where it's in Inuyasha's perspective, you won't be able to see his thoughts of Kagome.

Question: Is Inuyasha going to be a bitch and use her, kill her, abuse her, leave her, ditch her, and so on?

Answer: Possibly. Obviously I know the answer, I'm just never going to tell.

Please review!