[A/N] Well here's the second chapter. There's really not much to say other than, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inu-Yasha crew, however I DO own Josh, the plot and any minor (or slightly major) changes I made to the characters. If you don't like the changes I made to the characters then don't read this story. Any flames shot at me will be absorbed and spit back. (Reference to "The Mask" where the evil guy is wearing the mask and gets shot. an excellent movie in my opinion) Anyway, on with the fic.
Where we left off: "Who the fuck are you and where's Josh?" Miroku asked tersely. His grip on my arm involuntarily tightened. I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder despite my own fears of who the owner of the voice might be.
Chapter 2 : Enter Naraku
"My name is Naraku, leader of the Bloods. And by 'Josh' you must mean the filthy little Crip that's hanging around with a couple of Bloods tainting our name. He's right here." Naraku stepped out of the shadows along with a few other guys dressed all in red. I gasped when I saw Josh. He was being held by two guys and Naraku was holding Josh's switchblade to his throat.
"Josh! You bastards!" Miroku yelled. He let go of my arm and lunged for them but I caught his arm just in time.
"Miroku, if you go for them, they'll kill both you and Josh." I told him in low tones as he tried to pull away. He stopped struggling when my words registered. Naraku snickered. "Smart move, girlie. You wouldn't want to attack members of your own gang now would you? And I'm surprised that you would hang out with this slimy Crip, knowing full well the consequences of your traitorous actions."
What the fuck are you talking about, you filthy bastard?" I exclaimed. "Why the hell would we be in a gang much less your gang? I wouldn't join a gang if you payed me! It's way to dangerous! Besides I could never kill someone even if I tried!" Miroku's hand on my arm silenced my ranting.
"Be careful, Sango. You're starting to sound like Kagomé." Josh said wryly. I gave him a slight grin.
"Shut up, you mother fucker." said Naraku tilting the knife slightly so that it put more pressure on the skin. Josh's grin slid off his face. I saw a few drops of blood trickle down his neck and soak into his shirt.
"I would never join a gang if my life depended on it." Miroku said in a low voice filled with pure anger and hatred. "I've seen friends on both sides die and I know what being in a gang can do to you."
Naraku's laugh rang through the night cutting him off. "Kukukuku. My what a touching speech. "But if you aren't Bloods, then why are you befouling the sacred colour of red?" Miroku glared daggers at Naraku.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe we just like the colour?" he spat "You don't have to be in your 'gang' or have your express permission to wear it."
"And did ever you stop to think that Josh might have the same reason for wearing blue?" I interjected.
Naraku gave me a look of digust "You honestly can't be that dumb, wench. Even if you aren't a Blood, you should know about who he really is." I gave him a look that said 'If I knew that do you think I would have asked?' "This bastard is the most notorious Crip to ever walk this Earth." he continued. "But he doesn't go by the name of 'Josh'. He's known as 'Ice Puppet'." I heard a sharp intake of breath from Miroku and looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He had turned a deathly pale at the mention of that name. I wondered why it had such an effect on him but I dared not ask in front of Naraku and his "puppets".
"Ice Puppet?" I asked "What the hell kind of name is that? What does he do, freeze the Bloods to death?" A couple of the gang members snickered.
"No, his preferred weapons of choice are knives and guns." Miroku replied in an angry voice. I looked at him in surprise.
"I thought you'd have nothing to do with gangs, pretty boy?" Naraku snickered and moved the knife very slightly. Josh gasped quietly in pain but Naraku must have heard it because he looked down at Josh. "Kukukuku" he snickered. "I guess Icy does bleed like the rest of us."
"I watched the Ice Puppet kill two of my best friends. That's how I know." Miroku replied his voice laced with anger.
"But Josh couldn't be him, could he?" I asked
So is Josh really the Ice Puppet or is it a case of mistaken identity? By the way, the views expressed by Naraku do not in any way, shape or form reflect my views of either the Crips or Bloods nor my views on homosexuality (that's for later chapters). Personally, I'm on neither side but for Naraku's character, I'm just trying to write it from his way of seeing things. If you could give me any advice as to making my chapters more realistic, it would be much appreciated. Till then R&R =D Ja ne
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inu-Yasha crew, however I DO own Josh, the plot and any minor (or slightly major) changes I made to the characters. If you don't like the changes I made to the characters then don't read this story. Any flames shot at me will be absorbed and spit back. (Reference to "The Mask" where the evil guy is wearing the mask and gets shot. an excellent movie in my opinion) Anyway, on with the fic.
Where we left off: "Who the fuck are you and where's Josh?" Miroku asked tersely. His grip on my arm involuntarily tightened. I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder despite my own fears of who the owner of the voice might be.
Chapter 2 : Enter Naraku
"My name is Naraku, leader of the Bloods. And by 'Josh' you must mean the filthy little Crip that's hanging around with a couple of Bloods tainting our name. He's right here." Naraku stepped out of the shadows along with a few other guys dressed all in red. I gasped when I saw Josh. He was being held by two guys and Naraku was holding Josh's switchblade to his throat.
"Josh! You bastards!" Miroku yelled. He let go of my arm and lunged for them but I caught his arm just in time.
"Miroku, if you go for them, they'll kill both you and Josh." I told him in low tones as he tried to pull away. He stopped struggling when my words registered. Naraku snickered. "Smart move, girlie. You wouldn't want to attack members of your own gang now would you? And I'm surprised that you would hang out with this slimy Crip, knowing full well the consequences of your traitorous actions."
What the fuck are you talking about, you filthy bastard?" I exclaimed. "Why the hell would we be in a gang much less your gang? I wouldn't join a gang if you payed me! It's way to dangerous! Besides I could never kill someone even if I tried!" Miroku's hand on my arm silenced my ranting.
"Be careful, Sango. You're starting to sound like Kagomé." Josh said wryly. I gave him a slight grin.
"Shut up, you mother fucker." said Naraku tilting the knife slightly so that it put more pressure on the skin. Josh's grin slid off his face. I saw a few drops of blood trickle down his neck and soak into his shirt.
"I would never join a gang if my life depended on it." Miroku said in a low voice filled with pure anger and hatred. "I've seen friends on both sides die and I know what being in a gang can do to you."
Naraku's laugh rang through the night cutting him off. "Kukukuku. My what a touching speech. "But if you aren't Bloods, then why are you befouling the sacred colour of red?" Miroku glared daggers at Naraku.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe we just like the colour?" he spat "You don't have to be in your 'gang' or have your express permission to wear it."
"And did ever you stop to think that Josh might have the same reason for wearing blue?" I interjected.
Naraku gave me a look of digust "You honestly can't be that dumb, wench. Even if you aren't a Blood, you should know about who he really is." I gave him a look that said 'If I knew that do you think I would have asked?' "This bastard is the most notorious Crip to ever walk this Earth." he continued. "But he doesn't go by the name of 'Josh'. He's known as 'Ice Puppet'." I heard a sharp intake of breath from Miroku and looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He had turned a deathly pale at the mention of that name. I wondered why it had such an effect on him but I dared not ask in front of Naraku and his "puppets".
"Ice Puppet?" I asked "What the hell kind of name is that? What does he do, freeze the Bloods to death?" A couple of the gang members snickered.
"No, his preferred weapons of choice are knives and guns." Miroku replied in an angry voice. I looked at him in surprise.
"I thought you'd have nothing to do with gangs, pretty boy?" Naraku snickered and moved the knife very slightly. Josh gasped quietly in pain but Naraku must have heard it because he looked down at Josh. "Kukukuku" he snickered. "I guess Icy does bleed like the rest of us."
"I watched the Ice Puppet kill two of my best friends. That's how I know." Miroku replied his voice laced with anger.
"But Josh couldn't be him, could he?" I asked
So is Josh really the Ice Puppet or is it a case of mistaken identity? By the way, the views expressed by Naraku do not in any way, shape or form reflect my views of either the Crips or Bloods nor my views on homosexuality (that's for later chapters). Personally, I'm on neither side but for Naraku's character, I'm just trying to write it from his way of seeing things. If you could give me any advice as to making my chapters more realistic, it would be much appreciated. Till then R&R =D Ja ne