AN: Whoo, my computer's humming like crazy! It's so freaky…I think it's about to break! Oh well, sorry for not updating so early! Lol…anyway…here's an extra long chapter to make up for it!!!

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"Kouga," I snickered whilst dragging Higurashi on the floor. The girl was quite the weight load, despite her supposedly petite frame. I could see she was on the brink of waking up because her eyes were doing that damned fluttery thing.

"What is it, master?" I heard the prisoner call out quite humbly. Damn him! The bastard was trying to get on my good side; too bad for him I don't have a heart of gold and a mind full of nice, fluffy thoughts.

"I'm throwing this girl in your cellar."

I could see Kouga's eyes searching Higurashi's body fiercely. His eyes looked as if they were burning with desire and tiny droplets of sweat came down across his furrowed eyebrows. Sick bastard; but soon enough he would be a happy sick bastard instead of a hungry sick bastard like he was now. I watched his hands clasp and unclasp themselves at the hem of his torn shirt and his messy hair was flayed around his face.

"Thank you master."

"Do not thank me. I only wish to see what should happen if you and this bitch were put into the same cell."

I could envision Kouga trying to take her by force, and I could also imagine her complying to him because she was so tired. It would be quite ironic if they were to fall in love with each other, if there is anything such as love. Would they have millions of children? That would probably be Kouga's dream. And the girl's? The bitch would probably want to have some kind of husband to take care of her. Damned women, they were no good once they got attached to you.

"Master," Kouga barked out, "she's trying to grab your keys."

My gaze faltered towards Higurashi's arms, and sure enough, her hand was limping itself towards the keys in my pocket. I grabbed the keys possessively and pushed her upright against the wall, the palm of my hand gently grazed her thigh. I could tell she was scared, hell, she was more than scared; but that only thrilled me even more. You see, that look people get in their eyes just as they think they're about to die, that's the most precious look you'll ever get. Her breathing was slowly becoming more and more ragged as her chest heaved up and down.

"So, Higurashi," I pressed myself onto her, "you want to play a little game of hide and go seek don't you?" I whispered in her ear. She shuddered profusely as I moved my hand to her neck. Her eyes squinted slightly and her legs gave themselves out.

"Hide and go seek, Inu-yasha? Isn't that interesting?" I could hear the dignity swimming somewhere within her voice and I tightened my grip on her neck. Red lines started to dart around the white parts of her eyeballs.

"Shut up, wench."

"And now you're calling me wench. Isn't that sweet? You used to call your girlfriend that. I feel honored, nonetheless," she spat out. How the hell she knew about my girlfriend and the word 'wench' was a complete mystery to me, but it was a mystery I was more willing to eradicate rather than solve. This girl was getting on my nerves; so I squashed her body against the wall.

"Hit a soft spot there, didn't I Inu-yasha?" she reverted back to her monotonous voice.

"I told you to shut up."

"Your teeth are glaring at me and your eyes are looking as if they'd pop out any second. If there's anyone with the problem it's you, not me," Higurashi chided in.

"Stop being so damned stupid, wench! You don't know what the hell you're talking about," I gripped her wrist tightly as I tried to twist it. She gave a small whimper, but her dignity was still held high. Damned bitch; she would learn never to cross lines with me. If she wasn't to be sacrificed for later purposes, she would be dead by now. How come was it that the worst of them lived longer while the slightly more tolerable infidels lived shorter? Quite a mystery, I must say.

"You loved her, didn't you? That's why you won't let me continue. And you loved your father, and mother, and your whole family. And they loved you back."

"Love is not something I feel!"

"There's still human inside you, Inu-yasha."

"Stop calling me by my fu*king name!"

"Then what should I call you by? Yasha, like your mother did? Or Inu, like your father so filthily called you? It's your choice, Mr. Softy."

I could see the damned wench licking her lips and that disgusting haughty smile of hers was plastered on her face yet again. So I gripped harder, and harder, until I could no longer hear her breathing. She wasn't dead, she was far from it, but she was unconscious, and she would stay that way for quite a bit of time.

"Kouga, here's a treat for you. The girl's unconscious, go have fun," I stated sternly, opening the door to Kouga's cell while throwing the girl in. I could see him getting ready to jump on her and I slammed the door shut. Stupid bitch ruined all of my plans for today.

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What I hated most about Sundays were that they were days off for us. Ironically, around 50 percent of our crew went to churches; the damned hypocrites probably did it for show in front of their 'admiring' friends and families. The other 50 percent stay in the head quarters, moaning laboriously about how 'tired' or 'stressed out' they were from training. So then I decided that today would be a day for games, and mind you, not the usual types of games either. There would be bloodshed going on, and quite a few deaths.

"Inu-yasha," Miroku's strangely quite voice called out from behind me, "The games will start."

I stood up from my throne as I felt my cloak cascading above the floor. Droplets of water started to tumble down the rooftops as I noticed it was about to rain.

"Inu-yasha-…"

"Don't mind about the rain, Miroku, it should prove to be interesting. That way, we wouldn't have to clean up the blood now, do we?" I put on a pretense smile on my face. Miroku chuckled along with me and I was satisfied to notice that he agreed with me. If only things would go like this every time, we would probably be an even larger organization than now. Too bad that our views clashed, if not, we would have made quite the team.

"Sango will escort you to the front of the room," Miroku's eyes darkened at the sound of her name. I tried to suppress a laugh, but it did not work well; who would guess that a man like Miroku would fall in love? It was absurd, and most of all, disgusting.

"Inu-yasha," Sango whispered in my ear seductively.

"Not now, Sango, not now."

"Oh Inu-yasha, that's too bad then, isn't it?" she brushed her hand lightly against my cheek, her long nails grazed against my skin. I clasped her hand forcefully into my own and she yelped out in surprise.

"Sango, I advise you never to go against what I say."

"Yes master," Sango bowed before me. She quickly scampered away from my sight as she took her seat on the balcony outside. I could hear the jeerings of men and the hoots she received and was quite impressed when she started blowing kisses to them.

"Sango!" I screamed.

"You don't want the men to get excited now, do you?"

"That's right, we'll leave the 'excitement' till later," she drawled on the word excitement. I sighed contentedly as I sat down beside her.

"Master," I heard a butler's voice coming from my right side, "here is your microphone." The idiot stumbled over towards me, his feet catching themselves in the wireline trenches. He dropped the microphone in front of me, omitting a high-pitched noise from the piece of equipment. "I'm sorry master! I truly am!" I heard him squeak out, his eyes watering with tears.

"Put him down there with the men, he is of no use to us. Those who are irresponsible like him will be paired up with the more brutal ones. That should be enough punishment, don't you think Sango?" I asked the woman beside me who nodded her head in vile response.

"Gladiators!" I screamed out through the microphone, "we will commence now! The fight will be between prisoners and members of the organization so form your lines quickly. Those who are found to have ran away from the competition will be executed immediately."

They scrambled in their lines as hastily as the could and I couldn't help but laugh at their flaming antics. Humans were such interesting creatures!

"Sango, I'm going down now to view the fighters," I informed her, quickly leaving my throne. She nodded in response as she blew a kiss towards me.

"Tonight in tower A?" she asked.

"No."

"Well I'll still be waiting."

I walked down the stairs hurriedly, surveying the grounds with my eyes. Who was going to go first? I could make out the distinct shape of a male figure on the prisoner side, but I couldn't quite see who was on the organization side. I laughed with vengeance as I saw that the bastards paired up were that idiotic butler and Hector. Now Hector was just your ordinary kind of guy; except he stood at 7 foot tall and had a massive sword he had used to slay more than seven hundred other guys.

"Hojo," I heard the voice of a woman from downstairs. Sure enough, it belonged to none other than that bitchy Higurashi wench, "Hector's right leg is his weak point. He's had a little rendezvous with his wife a couple of days ago and he hasn't recovered yet. Aim for that part, and then aim for his head."

What the hell was that wench saying? Hector's right leg was nowhere near weak! And it was the epithomy of his power! The wench was going senile, and I was more than glad to say that.

Except Hector's right leg really did give him trouble.

And I couldn't help but wonder how she knew that.

"Fight, begin!" I heard the referee call out, jumping at the sound of his own voice. I hated those kinds of people that were so fearful of their own voice. They would piss in their pants if they got to chance to…I watched the referee lift his round glasses up his pudgy nose as his hands trembled. He would need a work out, that one, and if he did not manage to do it, he would be thrown in prison. Someone like that did not deserve to be in Horizon Six. I did not even know how he had gotten into here…damned selection process…

I turned my head away just in time to hear the crowd jeering a couple of boos.

"what happened?" I heard one of them cry out angrily.

"Get up you stupid git!" a woman's voice commanded. Suddenly, an outburst of frenzy broke out within the crowd and I peered outside towards the fighting arena.

"Oh my God," I heard myself say, "Hector's dead."

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How exactly it happened, I would never know. Stupid bastards as they were, people kept on talking about how the damned butler had punched a hole through Hector's right leg and grabbed his sword while he slayed the giant's head off. Others were too amazed at the display of power to even notice what was going on. Whatever it was, the thing that bothered me most was that we had lost an important part of our organization. Stupid ass git got himself killed! How would this look like in front of the others? It seems like it was not only the referee that needed training, but the whole army.

"Ooh! It's a chick now! And she's going against Miroku!"

I turned my head around velhemently to see what was supposedly 'interesting.

"So it's Kagome Higurashi, huh? Let's see what shall happen."

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AN: OK…that was the weirdest chapter ever! But now I'm done with all semesters and important exams, I can update more frequently! So read, review, and hope you enjoyed! Haha, if you guys dind't think this was long, it was long for me ^_^ lol…I have trouble coming up with words….so sue me…actually…don't sue me, I have no money!