People I had to repost. For some reason it wasn't showing chappies 2 and 3!

Ok it's 10 o' clock so I'm not going to write much but this idea just popped in my head and even if I am working on another story, Whispers of Rain and Wind, (I least I think it's what it's called -_-*) I had to write it.

Ok it messed up my summary! Here's the full version.

Summary: {I/K, S/M, S/OC} ever since her mother was coldly murdered in front of her eyes, Kagome was out for revenge, turning from the once sweet girl she was and into a heartless, bloodlust assassin. her family is the legendary La Kellas, the most feared mafia in Japan. nothing will stop her from getting what she wants. even her heart?

Disclaimer: I owned Inu-Yasha yesterday. Alas, I sold it so I don't anymore ^_^

The La Kellas----------------------------

"Momma," a very happy girl shouted as she shoved herself a path through the party. "Granddad wanted to give his regrets for not coming. His' really, really sick and says that all these snobbish people will just make him feel worse."

Kagome beamed happily at her mother as she reached her side. "Shhhhh!" the girl's mother giggled in reply trying to act serious. "You're grandfather has certainly lost his charm if he's willing to give that as his reason. But Sweets don't speak so loud, we won't be able to secure any alliances that we need if you insult them like that!"

"Oh," the girl answered confused. Her mother smiled, glad that she was still too young to understand.

"What are you doing here anyway! Go find your older brother to play with." She scolded the little one as she straightened her back from bending over.

The little girl's face broke. "Sota says he's to old to play with 5 year old girls." She voiced bitterly.

"Well then, we'll just have to change his mind. Right dumpling? He's in the garage isn't he?" the girl shook her head yes violently.

They made their way through the crowd, her mother stopping occasionally to apologize for bumping into someone or halting for small chats. The girl tugged on her mother's arm. "lets go. I don't like all these people."

The mother looked down and sighed. Her daughter would have to get used to it. She wasn't surprised though. When she was young she didn't relish her father's parties and all the gruff folk that came. Smoking their cigarettes and freely showing their guns didn't give the illusion of a safe haven for children. But thus were their lives and she had learned to dwelt with it as her daughter soon will to.

Kasha (A/N I made up that name.) was the only heir to the foundation that her great grandfather had made. Now that she had grown up her father had begged of being 'the Don,' as many Americans liked to say, and having given his position to his one and only child, had retired. Of course he was still an important advisor and trained Sota and little Kagome into their future rolls as leaders and carriers of their family name.

They were known to some as the greatest non-government power this side of the world. Hell, maybe they WERE more powerful then the government. Their weak excuse (A/N no offense) of 'their' country's police force could not control them. No, they were in a league of their own.

By others they were known as the fierce La Kellas. The gang that dominated Japan from east to west, north to south. Determined persons that were descended out of Italy.

Even out of the country they were known and feared for they deadly accuracy and greed for more power. Neighboring countries have feared for the past year that the La Kellas would extend their rule overseas. Silly bureaucrats. They didn't understand that that has already happened. Why else would the drug trades have spiked in the last three months?

It most certainly could not have been due to the La Kellas' most hated rival. If you even spoke the name of the Tashitas around a Kella you could practically see the ice creep along his or her face. Don't expect to live that long either.

Oh yes. The La Kellas were known for its brutal, sly leaders and Kasha was no exception. Being only the second female leader she was not intimidated for the measure of her strength meant the lifespan of her children. Only when she was around her daughter, son, or father did she let her cruel face softened.

Even then no one challenged her for they knew the power behind those eyes. Yes, many had felt it themselves.

This was the reason that a smile had claimed Kasha's face tonight. The deals were going well and on her terms. Her 15-year-old son was shaping up into a fine successor. Her father was doing well despite all his grumbles. And her daughter didn't know the true function of their family as of yet.

But that would all change that night.