Hunting Fear
Inu-Yasha's long silver hair ruffled as the bullet whizzed past his head. Being well-trained and experienced, he had just the right agility level to dodge such attacks. Naraku cackled, though his shot had been pointless. He bit his lip. Naraku had started out a step ahead. He carefully cocked his gun as silently as possible and curled his fingers around its sleek metal shape.
He whirled around abruptly, pointing the gun straight forward, where he estimated Naraku's forehead was. Though he had aimed almost perfectly, he found himself staring down the cold barrel of a gun. The kidnapper smirked, not afraid of death, and also knowing that he still had the upper-hand over the police. Sango was, of course, hidden elsewhere, but he needed to keep these men on their toes and in the same place so that they wouldn't get any closer than he wanted them to...Sango would be hard to find, but he'd heard that Inu-Yasha was good. Confidence was limited, for both sides.
"Drop your weapon," Inu-Yasha commanded calmly. Naraku spat on the ground.
"Are you suggesting a fist fight, Inu?" he asked smugly, clicking his tongue. "I thought that was below your standards."
"I carry the power of the state and federal governments. I am authorized to command you, and you are obligated to comply." Inu-Yasha kept a level-head and a cool disposition. Naraku may have the control of the situation currently, but Inu-Yasha was still in charge of his mind. He was not one to fall for mind tricks.
"I don't care what you do or don't have."
"It doesn't matter. You're still under my command."
"Are you going to make me do what you say?"
"If I have to use force, so be it. I would like to keep the peace, but..." Naraku clamped down on his trigger. Inu-Yasha sprung into action, positioning his body to dodge.
"So you are scared."
"I do not betray my emotions, no matter what they are. It's my duty to be impassive." When Naraku pulled on his trigger, a bullet was emitted. Inu-Yasha, not expecting this, was hit by the burning lead. He cried out in pain, blood spilling out of his injured arm, and curses streaming out of his mouth. Naraku smiled, throwing his weapon to the ground. Inu-Yasha gritted his teeth, carefully concealing his gun beneath his vest.
"You obviously show your pain."
"It's something I need to work on." He smiled, suddenly springing into action and pulling the trigger on his gun. The unsuspecting Naraku replied to the shot with a groan and cry of pain. Not pausing to look where the bullet had struck his foe, he turned to his tense men.
"Hold him down, he's temporarily weakened. Take him into custody, to the department, if you can. I'm going to search for the girl."
"Yes, sir." They replied in unison, hurrying off. Inu-Yasha looked at his bleeding arm. He was surprised to realize that he bullet had only grazed his arm, causing a minor superficial wound. He took a spare bandage out of his first-aid kit, carefully wrapping around his wound. Why did it hurt so much?
Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the woods.