Disclaimer:………from now on, I'm not even going to bother with this junk *a great big icicle rolls by* '-';;; Err………right………
A/N: First off, I just want to explain to you guys that if you noticed any weird sort of error in the description (you know, the information Kagome was reading?), it wasn't a mistake. There is a very good explanation, which you will find out in a couple of chapters later. Just wanted to point that out.
P.S. I still have to decide if this is going to be an R rated fic, because it might get intense later on and not much people reviewed about it last time. Please give me suggestions!
This was getting even worse than she thought or ever imagined of in a lifetime.
First off, her alarm clock had fallen off the night stand again, adding another crack as a token for trying to wake her up and failing miserably for the fifth time this week. Next, she had to skip her daily routine (taking shower and have a full breakfast) and rush to the air port, only to find that her flight to Los Angeles was delayed for an hour. She had taken out her anger on the air port's bathroom mirror.
It got even worse after that. Maybe it was the mirror (7 years bad luck), or maybe it wasn't, she'll never know.
Her seat was in the middle of the coach section, or to be more specific; right next to a family of a father, a mother, their parents, five children, and a baby. Did I mention that she was also seated next to man with a height fright? Of course, he had gone less than sane more than once during the long, gruesome and hot 12 hours flight, and you know what happened? The flight attendance asked her to calm him down each time he went insane, saying she had more important business to take care of.
Kagome snorted at the memory.
Yeah, important. Probably reading the latest fashion magazine and too busy to even think of helping a crazy man for her cheap job.
And what did she get for her help? A measly pair of sunglasses that would have looked 'tight', if there wasn't a very distinct air port insignia on it. Real practical.
Walking out of the air port was more like a heaven for her, though the heat made her think twice about it.
Summer in Japan was easy to deal with, since it hardly ever changed temperature there, in both winter and summer. But this was a completely different story.
It was practically like hell, not that she minded. But she had to cover her eyes with her hand when she came out of the air port. After some grumbling and adjusting her eyes, she blinked many times and put on her sunglasses that were sitting on her head. At least she had gotten something actually useful for her little job in the airplane.
A brown haired child run passed her as another girl followed by as they giggled in playfulness. She groaned again.
There's always something everybody hates, and there was three that she was especially disgusted of.
One; the most obvious one, hysterical little kids.
Two; annoying little 'pets'.
And most of all, three; man who has enough ego to think they have more power than woman.
Now that it was summer, she was going to see many of them a lot more than needed. Especially now that she was somewhere unfamiliar, the usual routine she knew was completely useless now.
She settled her luggage beside her, which wasn't much since she had brought a luggage full of Japanese yen and was planning on changing them for American cash.
She looked around in annoyance and sighed in defeat. Usually, her 'boss' would have given her some sort of a secret code and someone would have arrived in a very distinct black jeep to pick her up and drive her towards her next target with some tickets of some sort. But this time, he hadn't given her any code, any money, and not even a ride. This was more serious than the other job she had ever done in her lifetime. She was on her own.
She pushed some bangs out of her face and looked around. That's when she noticed some pack of American teenage boys staring at her in a perverted way. They were in a group of six and two of them consisted of girls with thick red and pink hair, and they definitely didn't look like a virgin. That was just plain sick.
The scowl that was literally plastered on her face from the 'joy ride', got, if it was possible, even deeper in disgust.
Quickly gathering her luggage, she walked towards the first thing she saw; a taxi. Without any hesitation, she forced the door open and shoved her luggage in and settled herself next to it, closing the door.
The man in drover's seat choked on his pineapple pizza (extra cheese and bacon), as she unexpectedly got into the taxi and settled herself in, as if she was actually invited and welcome.
"Hey, it's lunch break!" He coughed out from his pizza.
Of course, he still noticed the killer glare from the mysterious girl in black from the rearview mirror and a fifty dollar bill falling on his lap and into the pizza box.
"On second thought-" He whispered out.
"Get me to the closest hotel" She said ever so quietly. Yet her voice was harsh and deadly, like a snake hissing and her eyebrow was scrunched up, menacingly. She was especially glad that she had learned English when she was still training, when she was still 10 years old, for her job.
"Y-yes ma'am" He squeaked out, not even embarrassed that he had squeaked like a mice and added 'ma'am' as an afterthought.
The car rumbled as the ignition started and the car slowly started to move out of the parking lot-
-only to meet the usual traffic jam.
She growled in annoyance. This was going to be a lo~ong day.
Sweat.
He didn't mind.
He didn't mind the heat and the burn. He didn't mind the burn each time he moved his arms. He'd been through much worse. Nothing like that could have burned on him more, not even the weights he was lifting with his injured arms. Nothing.
The memory of red flooded him with more sweat, as he saw the flames licking his feet. He could feel his shoes melting, his arms beginning to feel weak and sore. He saw the blast; chunks of building parts coming off, and a lone black figure falling, screaming with a blood trail following behind the figure.
Dying.
He couldn't hold it.
A long bang echoed in the gym as the giant weight was release from his arms.
He looked down at his shaking arms. His arms were pale and looked as if they were drained of blood, yet it was burning like hell. It had happened again.
He sat down on one of the side chairs and held his head with his other hand and tried to wipe away the sweat. A bang announced that someone had entered the gym.
"What the hell was that?!" Kouga growled out as he walked towards one of the towels hanging by the mirror wall, obviously wanting to wipe off the little beads of sweat on his forehead, which was conjuring more every second that passed.
Inuyasha didn't reply to his question, or acknowledge that he was even there right in front of him. But Kouga seemed to know what was bothering him.
"Again?" He said, looking at him in a totally different way, probably in pity.
Inuyasha growled.
"Just shut the fuck up" He whispered out in a very deadly way.
But Kouga seemed not to notice his warning and shook his head.
"You gotta move on, Inu. She's gone, dead. If ya keep looking for revenge, you'll never get back to the search-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
The whole gym echoed again and again.
Inuyasha was now on his feet, looking directly at Kouga with his piercing amber eyes and sweat poured even more heavily from him, but he seemed not to notice. His silver hair waved like flames behind him in fury.
Kouga just stared, not surprised, and just shook his head again, probably used to this routine and had gone over this many times. Wordlessly, he walked towards the wall tables and took a water bottle as Inuyasha sat back on the chair in exhaustion, as he tried to stop his labored breathing.
"Your angel's gone" Kouga said quietly as long minutes past by and the silence became incredibly unbearable.
Inuyasha shook his head in disagreement.
"No" He whispered out.
"I have to get her………revenge………"
Koura sighed.
"How do you even know that he was the one who planned the whole fake mission?"
Inuyasha looked up at him, as if it was too obvious to miss.
"He's my arch enemy, I should know" He said, holding up his arm to show that it was still drained of blood and looked sickenly pail.
Kouga winced this time.
Another uncomfortable minute passed, when the door creaked open to reveal an annoyed looking woman.
"Would you cut the racket? I'm trying to work!" Sango growled out as she pulled off her sharp looking pair of glasses that she only needed for reading or studying. But than she went into silence as she noticed a cracked weight on the floor and two very uncomfortable looking men.
She sighed.
"Still stiff?" She asked tiredly.
Her response was a growl.
"You found the form yet?" Kouga asked quickly, trying to stop Inuyasha from rushing his blood back to his head again.
Sango shook her head worryingly.
"No trace of that thing………the only thing I could think of is the hospital, but they already told us that it was missing………I'm afraid………" Sango couldn't go on and sighed in exhaustion, not from any hard work out, but more of a brain dizzying matter.
Inuyasha said what she was afraid of.
"Him?"
Silence.
Sango sighed again.
"I'll try my best to find it, but first-"
The both man groaned before she could even finish her sentence.
Sango almost cackled.
"Why the hell do we even have to be there for?" Kouga muttered out in annoyance.
"It's required." Sango said, dangling three tickets in front of her face that was marked 'REQUIRED' in huge red capital letters right across each ticket, which just ruined the fine print of the tickets.
Inuyasha sighed.
"Why be so upset?" He asked "Why not find any girls you can bother with, since you never had one to play with" Inuyasha added the last part as an after thought with an arrogant smirk that caused Sango to scowl and Kouga to growl.
"At least I'm not the one who couldn't even protect his angel from hell" Kouga put on a triumphant smirk at the end.
Inuyasha growled back.
It was one thing to even talk about her, but saying her original code name was enough to rush his blood in to his already boiling head. But the picture of her figure softened his thoughts.
His angel.
Or more like the one that got away.
Bitterness.
She wasn't one of those that was knit-picky about tastes and didn't have any childish dislikes, but she couldn't handle this bitter taste.
She hated the bitter taste, but she couldn't stop, she didn't have any choice.
She gulped down the blue salt like medicine and she quickly gulped down her cup of cold water, washing away the bitter taste of the medicine. She gurgled it before she completely allowed it to wash into her throat to make sure that her mouth wouldn't have any bitter taste lift behind.
She shook her head, as she felt the side effect (migraine) coming on.
She snapped her eyes open to get a better view of the room she had chosen to stay in as she set the porcelain cup on the glass coffee table.
It wasn't better than her apartment in Tokyo, but it wasn't any worse either.
The couch was cover slipped in a fine silk cloth and the wall was painted in rich lavender to match the silk. The mattress in the next room was a king sized bed and the pillow was as fluffy as ever. Incidentally, this hotel was half of the money she had brought. She was going to have to go on pancakes from now on.
Clumsily, she reached for the folder settled on the glass coffee table, and scanned the folder once again.
Once again, she studied the picture she often searched for and tried to find any flaws or a fake mask of some sort. The description had said he was 120 pounds, but he sure didn't look like it.
She eyed something suspicious in the small envelope at the back of all the papers and reached in to it to examine it.
Her eyebrow went up.
It was a ticket. Not another plane ticket, but some sort of a concert ticket. When she looked closer, she realized that it was some sort of an entrance pass for an important grand opening in one of the museums.
Of course, grand opening meant at night, so she would have to somehow bring in her medicine without any weird glances and she was obviously going to have to go shopping.
Trying not to groan she reached and read the other piece of paper that was also in the small envelope.
Inuyasha will be there
-it said, and in bigger letters, as if it was too important to not to notice-
Kill him there.
A/N: Uh-oh! What's going to happen now? Will she kill him? Will she die? Will anybody review? Stay tuned and find out! And if you were disappointed that there wasn't any action, get ready for the next chapter! There's plenty in there! Mwahahahahaha!
P.S. Remember! Choose whether this should be in the R rated section or just plain PG-13! I need suggestions!
