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A Collab fic by -san and -san

Sesshomaru Taisho, Killing Perfection, also known as 'The Silent Killer', one of Japan's best male assassins, is given the mission that could possibly be his hardest one yet.

Kagome Higurashi is the stealthiest, sneakiest, and not to mention sexiest assassin known to all of Japan. She never misses a target, and being able to change her appearance comes in handy with her occupation. Her newest mission is to take out her male rival.

Now, the rival assassins must complete their mission before time runs out or fear elimination themselves. Will they be able to, or will a similar interest get in their way?

Chapter 1: Targets

Kagome's Point Of View

From the rooftop where I'd been camped out for the past two hours, I saw my target finally stepping into my line of fire. I smirked at the way he and the two girls beside him laughing when the old baka's life was going to end in a matter of seconds. How ironic, huh? With a quick glance at my watch, I look through the telescopic lens on the top of my sniper and pull the trigger.

The sight of my target falling to the ground was a slight victory, but it was shattered when the two brainless bimbos started screaming at the top of their lungs for the dead playboy. They looked no older that 16 and they had been with a 70 year old man! You can't tell me that isn't wrong. It made me sick to no end how they would treat themselves with little respect! All they wanted was his money and he gave it to them. Whatever his reason for having them was one of the reasons I'd been given the task to take him out. The others are classified information and can only be obtained in a career like mine.

Having completed my mission early, I decided to go out and survey one of my targets. I like to keep an eye on him because he is a devious, sneaky, ugly man. Oh, he was handsome enough, if you're for that type, but he had an ugly attitude and demeanor that I hated about him. He was the second richest man in Japan and the second most wanted. The first being Sesshomaru Taisho, but he's another story for another time. Or maybe I can tell you his story in a short version. His father was the richest man and owned almost half of Japan, then he was murdered so Sesshomaru inherited all that he had. End of story.

Back to my current assignment, I am given 15 at the beginning of each month and am expected to finish 10 of them by the middle, should they be easy hits. I was given this assignment almost a year ago and I was still working on him. He was one of my most difficult ones yet. I'd had to create a 'relationship' with him to get the information I wanted, but I needed more of it. If I didn't get everything we needed to bring him down, all of America and Japan could be in trouble.

Naraku Onigumo has always hated America for shunning him from the CIA when he was younger, about 25 years ago, for blowing his cover on a mission. The half-demon held a grudge for a long time. Since then, he had killed ten of the people working on the mission with him and the woman who had brought him down and blew his cover. We had to keep him from killing the head of CIA and blowing up America. We had reasons to believe that he was working with some kind of group and selling large weapons of destruction to them. There was evidence of a viral bomb that could wipe out all of Washington down to California and as far as His reasons for wanting to obliterate Japan were unbeknownst to anyone but himself and his two assistants, Kagura and Kanna.

Naraku was a clever one, I must admit, but not as clever as me. The first 'date' we went on, he'd patted me down for wires and we took several unmarked cars to our final destination. As if I was stupid enough to wear any wires, and every time we changed cars, so did the person tailing us. I'm always one step ahead of the game, and nothing slips by me.

I was given this task because I'm the best in my branch and they all knew it. They knew about my perfect ability to blend in out in the open as well as in closed areas, and my inability to miss whatever I aimed at. But what most people didn't know was that my mother had been the Shikon Miko and she was the best one that feudal Japan had. She practiced her archery for months on end and never missed what she aimed at. She was over 500 when she had me because of my father, a powerful demon Lord of the South. He and my mother met when they wanted to merge lands, and they fell in love instantly. Sadly, they mated and when I was 50 years old and we were living in the 21st century, my father was murdered because of his high status and wealth. And if you mate and one dies, the other follows in a short hour. After my father was killed, my mother told me her history through pictures which she played like a movie in my head.

I also gained her big temper, great looks, and perfect aim in addition to my miko powers, and great acting abilities. I could make a grown man believe he was a 5 year old girl if I had to--which I did for one of my assignments. From my father, I got his stoic attitude, long silver hair--streaked with blue from my mother's hair, and demonic qualities such as sight, smell, speed, and hearing, as well as claws and fangs, which I keep hidden with my inherited miko energy. Though I didn't have a proper trainer until I was ten, I'd still master most of the things that most fully grown mikos didn't know how to do. But I had both of my parents to thank for my eyes. They were mostly blue with flakes of gold in them.

I rush from the rooftop into my hotel room below. From the sounds of it, the two girls had called the police and they were around the block from the mansion. While in my room, I resumed my normal form before changing into the sexy red head I was with Naraku. My eyes are always the first thing I change because no matter how much I want people to, they won't forget them no matter what. I change the color of them to green and shorten my calf-length hair to stop just short of my shoulders. I change into a red spaghetti strap dress that stopped just in the middle of my thigh. The only reason I even have it is because Naraku likes it and the reason he likes it is because I look like a little whore. It's skintight and it shows too much cleavage for my comfort. But it's not my decision, so whatever.

Naraku calls my cell and I pick up on the second ring. "Hello?" I answer sexily.

"Hey, Miyako." The name I give pretty much anyone that asks for it. "Are we still on for our date?"

"Of course, Raku-kun. I'm almost ready now." I answer.

"Good. I'm ready to see that sexy petite body of yours in my favorite dress."

"Oh really? I'm ready to see my Raku in my favorite Armani suit." I coo and roll my eyes.

"I bet you're ready to see what's under this suit too, aren't you?"

"You know me too well." I said through clenched teeth. I hate it when he says things like that and of course I could care less what was under his stupid but very sexy suit. Nothing attracts me to Naraku. It doesn't even matter that his dick is 9 inches! I grab my keys and head out the door. He puts me on hold and by the time I hop in my car and take off, he's still not back on. If anyone were to answer the question of how do I drive, they would say 'like a maniac when she's on a mission, like a maniac when she's doing anything.' I like to drive fast. It is just thrilling to me I guess.

"If you're a good little onna you may get what you want." He said silkily, finally getting back on the phone.

"I'm always on my best behavior Naraku. You know that." I come up behind him in the restaurant and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Hello, Miyako." He hangs up the phone after me and slides it in his pocket.

"Hey, Raku." I kiss his cheek and take my seat across the table from him. I stifle another eye roll as the date starts.

Sesshomaru's Point of View

A small smirk claims my lips as I approach my target. I've been following her for the past hour and a half and she still hasn't noticed me. I step out of the shadows purposely to let her see me. When I'd read her file, I thought it was going to be more interesting, seeing that she has worked for a spy business before. She should've easily picked up on the fact that I was following her a while ago because I kept making obvious noises to give her a couple of hints. But she never turned around. Until now. Her pace quickens.

-So she wants a chase?- I think to myself. -Good.-

Her head jerks around to get a better look at me. Of course I'm using a disguise, as if I wouldn't, so she gets a glimpse of a man who doesn't exist. I used my jaki to change my face before I left headquarters. I look about 25 and my hair is jet black and I have light brown eyes. My target again looks back as she turns a corner. Before she can make another turn, I step behind her and say, "Today is the day you die."

She screams and takes off running. She finally makes it to her car in the dark parking garage of her office building. To make things even more interesting, I let her get in and slide in along with her. I push her into the passenger seat and start to drive.

"W-what do you want with me?" She screams. When I don't answer her, she continues. "I can give you all the money you want! M-my account has two million in it! I can give you the card and the PIN if you just let me go!" There are tears in her eyes. She isn't a very good mission. I like them feisty, which is exactly what I'm going to get when I have my fun with her.

"Who says I want your money?" I answer.

"Are you one of the guys for The AM Squad?"

-Gotcha!- She begins to spill what I want from her. "Yes. We want our information."

"Look. My boss said that we were going to get rid of you guys, but I'll give you everything you want and more. All of the guns are in a large safe-like room behind my boss's office."

"What's your boss's name?" I try to pry more information out of her.

"Onigumo. Onigumo Kumo."

-Perfect.- "That's all I needed to know. Arigato." I pull out my pistol with a silencer and fire a single shot. She slumps down in her seat and her head falls against the window. This is my cue to jump out of the moving car and make my way to my next target while resuming my borrowed form I am now in. I hate this disguise. It isn't who I am, and I hate looking like another person on this Earth because I just know that someone looks like this.

I easily spot my next target. That's how things usually go for me. I get most of y assignments done in one night then go back for more in the morning. I do my missions at night because the dark night sky cloaks me and makes me invisible to any and every one.

She's standing on the sidewalk under a street light, waiting...for her death. She knew what was coming, and she accepted it with open arms. With her form of work, she couldn't expect anything less, so it wasn't a surprise to her when I came up behind her.

"What took you so long?" Her breath and aura reeks of fear, but her voice is strong and steady. I admire that about her, so her death will be quick and painless.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You're here to kill me. Right?"

"Hai." I could hear her breathing quicken.

"Then get on with it. I don't have all day."

My my, she is brave. "Do you really want to rush this?"

"Have I a choice?" No answer. "I thought so."

"Why are you so anxious to die?" I had to ask.

"Because I hate the things I've done and I deserve to be punished."

"Do you know why you're being taken out?" I refused to say the word 'killed' for some reason.

"Because I know too much."

I chuckle despite myself. It's funny how she thinks that this is only about her knowledge of her company's doings. This is about her killing the president of the CIA plans in Japan. Not only had she killed many innocent civilians in the explosion of the building that killed her main target. All of the files on her and any of her comrades were destroyed in the fire and no longer was there a trace of their wrong doings.

"Hn." My hands quickly wrap around her neck and I break it. I let her body fall gently to the ground and walk away. After telling my computerized 'boss' that I was through with my missions for the night, I went into a fancy little restaurant to take a surveillance of one of my targets that I've had for a little while.

I spot her as soon as I enter the restaurant. It's fairly small and very dimly lit to give off a serene feeling. I instantly spot the red-head sitting on the lap of some male. I know of the haynou, but he is of no concern to me right now, I am only interested in her and getting rid of her. I take a table far enough away from her that she can't see me, but close enough for my ears to pick up their conversation.

The name on her file was Miyako Takashiro, and I found the description was perfect when I first laid eyes on her. It was about three months ago when I received her file, and I picked tonight to do away with her. I am in a good mood, so this should go well.

After four hours of waiting and listening, I became bored with the task at hand, and decided to spice things up a bit. "Gomen nasai," I call the passing waitress.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" Her smile is pleasant, and I'm sure that she is flirting with me. No, I know she is flirting with me.

"I'd like a bottle of your finest sake to go to the lady over there." I point to Miyako and her date. They are kissing. Could they be any more disgusting?

"Of course." She smiles again and walks away.

As she goes to get the liquor, I wonder exactly how I'm going to kill Miyako. She seems weak enough, so I think I should break her neck. But I could do another chase scene since my last attempt at fun didn't go too well. I decide a chase would be perfect. And the air outside was should be cold by now, so I think it will work.

Ah, she is receiving my gift. She looks over to my table when the waitress points after she asked who gave this to her. I smile politely and wave.

Kagome's POV

The date is horrible! But now, to make matters worse, some perv just sent me some sake. But he's a nice looking perv. Hmm... No Kagome! You're working right now and you can't afford to be sidetracked by the guy that's been there for the past four hours.

Whoa. Past four hours? This guy is bordering on insane.

"Well, Raku, I think I need to go." I confess. I've been here way too long, and my butt is hurting from sitting on Naraku's hard on for the past three and a half hours.

"Really?" Naraku purred.

"Hai. I need to get some work done."

"Working on another picture?" he questions.

I'm an artist. I paint for a living and my apartment in downtown Tokyo is nothing more than my canvas. Or according to what I told Naraku. "Yeah. And the museum is really bugging me about it. I was supposed to have it done yesterday, but I asked for an extension.

"What a shame. I was planning on us having fun tonight."

"Maybe some other time." I quickly peck his lips and mentally cringe. He tastes like cheap cigars. I exit the restaurant and sense a presence behind me. I don't turn around, I hate looking obvious, but I use my powers to see the perv from the restaurant.

I really hate to kill some poor guy looking for cheap thrills. Jeez I thought tonight was going to be easy. Just my luck!

Damn!

End of chapter 1! Hoped you liked it!! Please review my story!!

This story was posted elsewhere, but it wasn't working out as planned...sooo I moved it to here. The other author of the story is my best friend! She is an author on here, and someone has said that our stories are alike so I'm almost positive that you can figure it out. HINT: She's in my fav authors!!

~Mi.-san Ts.-san