Agent of Silence
Chapter 2:
"Kagome? Is that you?"Came a familiar male voice. "Why do people keep asking me that?" Kagome said, exasperatedly. "Just checking. Do you want us to use the stun guns on you?" he said, amused now. "Come on Miroku, you know I could handle the guards easily," Kagome answered back. She wasn't being arrogant. She was being truthful.
"Yes, I know. Not many can either. Come on, lets get you in gear," Miroku said, slipping his arm around her waist, smiling widely. "Oh Miro-kun," Kagome said in a giggly voice. "You wish!" she backhanded him. Miroku sighed and moved a respectable distance away, holding his throbbing cheek. Kagome glared at his sulky attitude. Like she would actually let him get away with that?!?!?
It was no secret that Kagome could hit hard. It was one of her many good traits. And when he said many, he meant it. She had the sharpest eye, ear, and aim. She was fluid and graceful in performing all tasks. She was the best. That's what everyone said. Everyone except Miroku.
Miroku couldn't forget Inuyasha. His old partner. Inuyasha used to be the best. He would still be too, but he had left. He had left because he was in love. So deeply in love. The CIA made sure to keep tabs on all old agents, retired or permanently injured. But it was against policy to contact with any of them unless in dire situations. Miroku hardly thought that ardently yearning to see and speak to his best friend was dire.
He shook it off though. No one talked about Inuyasha anymore. They all remembered him of course; it was just too nostalgic a topic to bring up. Kikyou and Inuyasha were spoken of often at first, right after they left. They were missed severely. The pair had always been together. The most sentimental memories that anyone in the agency thought of, always had Inuyasha escaping a critical situation just in time to insure no injury because Kikyou would grab someone's headset and tell him that he couldn't die because she loved him.
You'd think it would sound cliché but whenever they were professing their love to one another, it was a sight to behold. They were always so perfect together that nothing was considered trite where they were concerned.
So when Kikyou told Inuyasha that she couldn't bear having him jeopardize his life anymore, everyone was affected. Miroku still missed all the poignant moments they used to share. Miroku hoped he was happy, because Inuyasha was making his life dull. Without the normal risky attitude of someone around, things were obstinately boring.
Miroku could swear sometimes that the only people who seemed to care anymore were he and Sango. Sango had been there, when Inuyasha was there. It had been a circle of tightness between the three of them. Though Sango had another partner then.
The only reason that he and Sango were partners now was because the boss thought that it would help them with the grief if they went through it together. So they were assigned to each other. And here they were.
~ * ~
Kagome watched as Miroku seemed to zone out. Granted, she had just slapped him pretty hard, but he was never this affected. He seemed to be reminiscing about something with that perpetual stare that was pointed no where.
Kagome hated to stir him from his thoughts. He looked so sad though, so melancholy about something, that her natural curiosity got the better of her. "Miroku, what are you thinking about?" Kagome asked.
Miroku broke away from his thoughts. "Oh, I was just dreaming about how soft your breasts would be if you only would let me-" He got cut off. "Miroku, you know I'm not dense. You're trying to change the topic. Your usual lecherous attitude will not deter or daunt me. Now tell me what you were thinking about," Kagome demanded politely.
Miroku sighed. "Well has anyone ever told you that . . . you pry to much?" Miroku covered. Now it was Kagome's turn to sigh. "If you didn't want to tell me, you could have just said so. I can respect privacy," Kagome grumbled. "Okay then, I don't want to tell you," Miroku said.
Kagome nodded and turned her head away. She really did respect him so she didn't pursue the topic. Instead she brought up a new one. "Miroku, please tell me that I have a new mission," Kagome said, sounding pitiful.
Miroku laughed at her feigned voice. "I honesty don't know. You'll have to wait until we meet up with Sango and Kohaku," at Kagome's sigh Miroku decided to change the subject to a new direction entirely. One that he knew would get Kagome's mind off her mission dilemma.
"How was your day at school?" Miroku asked, almost cryptically. He didn't want it to sound like he knew something. Kagome was one of few members that didn't know about Inuyasha and his past. It was kind of ironic, seeing as how she had taken his place.
"He was at it AGAIN! He so arrogant! I can't stand him! I can tell when he's messing with me, and he was. That's all he likes to do, toy with me, see how far he can push me! Well he can just try and do it. He won't get anywhere!" Kagome went off on another tirade about Inuyasha. When she said 'he', Miroku knew she meant her least favorite teacher.
She seemed to think that Inuyasha hated her and was trying to break her. She made class sound like torture. Miroku hid his amusement. He knew that Inuyasha must think she had some sort of potential to try and push her like this. Potential in what though, what did he see in her?
Miroku knew what HE saw in her. Dang she had a nice body. His eyes fixed to her lips . . . those too. He shook those thoughts away. He knew what others saw in her too, here at the agency. Everyone had had time to spend with her; she was friends with everyone. She had DEFINATLEY proven herself in the field too.
But what did Inuyasha see in her? He was her SCIENCE teacher for Christ's sake. It's not like he saw her athletic ability or, from what Kagome had told him, her social ability, for she remained mute in his class. So what did Inuyasha see in this spitfire?
Maybe he was just kidding himself. Kikyou had changed Inuyasha, but she hadn't been able to change ALL of him. It would be just like the Inuyasha he used to know to toy with Kagome's feelings. Once again, Miroku sighed.
~ * ~
Inuyasha lay awake in the darkness. Kikyou lay beside him on the bed. He stared at her. Her hair was arranged around her, fanned out over her face and shoulders. She was so beautiful. Her thoughts seemed to be in turmoil as she shifted in her sleep, though.
Inuyasha's were much the same. No matter how he tried, he couldn't help it. It had to happen sooner or later. He felt like a ghost, an outsider, as he drifted into and out of memories from different points of views. He wasn't too surprised to find that he didn't have trouble remembering at all.
His feelings had never fully settled inside of him after they left. He missed the adrenaline rushes he used to get when fleeing a completed mission. The surge of energy he got, being surrounded by death, at the brink of death. He loved toying with it, outrunning it.
Which is what he had done. He had run from death so many times. He had run right to Kikyou. Because she was what he LIVED for. After they quit though, he never fully quelled those feelings. His riskiest behavior now was messing with his students, making them swoon over him. Or maybe grading a test wrong for the heck of it.
But he would continue his minimum level behavior for her, Kikyou. Though he craved for the hyped up life of an agent, he would settle down for love. Sometimes she was more of a danger than his past. When they had first settled down they almost expected to have to run away.
He believed Kikyou had been in danger because of him. He had almost put her in the CIA's custody numerous times in the beginning. But he never had to. They were safe; no one cared that he was gone. No one cared where he had gone. Everything was okay.
But the feelings she made inside of him made him feel so simple. As if everything were so simple. So they settled down into the simple life, teaching children the simple life. He didn't mind this way either. In fact in many ways he PREFFERED this way. But she was a danger to his other half, the feelings that didn't want to be forgotten in memories too buried to recall.
His simple life had control now, though, and it would stay like that. Because he wasn't an agent anymore. That life was gone, in the past. Maybe it wasn't forgotten, but it was behind him. Now all he had to worry about was what was BEYOND this.
~ * ~
"Kohaku? Sango? Is that you guys?" Miroku whispered down the alley. "Don't be so inconspicuous Miroku," Sango whispered back sarcastically. "Why it IS you!" Miroku ran down the alley and threw his arms around the unsuspecting Sango. "What the HECK do you think you're doing!!" Sango hissed, glaring at him and prying his arms off her. "But Sango, I was so scared!" Miroku insisted.
"What are we doing in an alleyway in the middle of the night? What happened to meeting at the headquarters?" Kagome interrupted their 'moment'. "I feel like I'm in a movie," Kohaku piped in, eager for it to be known that he was there. Kagome grinned at him, agreeing silently.
"Isn't it past your bed time?" Kagome asked him playfully. Sango cut off Kohaku's reply, "We're here for a reason you guys." "Right," they said in unison.
They all turned towards Kohaku. He put down his laptop. "According to my map here, we're exactly 2 blocks from the target." Sango and Miroku nodded understanding, waiting for Kohaku to continue his explanation of the plan. "Wait a second. I'm sorry but apparently I missed the briefing meeting. What's our target?" Kagome asked, annoyed that she seemed the only one who didn't know what was going on.
Miroku looked at Sango for the briefest of seconds before replying, "Not what . . . but who."
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