A/N: Hi! Kiwi's back kay? She is also beyond sorry kay? U.U She feels horrible. You people probably have to read all over again too . . . Aww. I'm so so so sorry though. Kay? On with the fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha . . . On legal documents at least . . .
Outlawed Will
Chapter 2 -
You Scratch My Back . . .
O
O
K POV
O
O
"Don't move." That was the last thing I heard before an ear-shattering bang filled my ears.
I blinked once. Then twice. I could see the smoke rising from the stranger's gun. With overwhelming appreciation of my life, I realized I wasn't dead. The stranger simply stared at me in a bored way and slowly lowered their arm. They put their gun back within the folds of their cloak and turned to walk away. 'What in the world? . . .'
"Hey!" I yelled suddenly, filled with irritation. "What was THAT for?"
"You're welcome." They said and the mysterious stranger left as quickly as he had come.
I huffed with indignation and went to fetch my bag. 'Why would he do that? Wait - yeah the stranger WAS a he. No woman's voice be that gruff and low.'
As I reached for my bag, I saw blood near it. I gasped and stepped back. My previous attacker was on his back with a gunshot wound in the exact spot his heart would be. I looked over his body disgustedly and saw a pistol hanging loosely from his grimy left hand. That stranger saved me from him. And I was unbelievably rude to him. I looked at the attacker's body and slowly realized he was dead. I'd have felt sorry for the guy if he hadn't tried to rape me . . .
I quickly rushed to the end of the ally to call back and thank the mysterious stranger, but he was nowhere in sight. I bet he thinks I'm a real jackass now . . .
Well, there was nothing else to do but go on foot from where I was. Until I found a ride. A SAFE ride. I walked past a couple more bars before I was completely out of the city limits. I was now free! Well, sort of. I had never gotten this far away from my parents before, and if we ever went out of town, they were always with me. I felt a bit guilty, though, leaving Souta there with those money-driven, would-be parents. But he'd be okay, he didn't care as much as I did about being ignored.
While walking up a hill on the side of the road, I thought back to that weird stranger who saved me who didn't say more than four words to me. He didn't look normal. Somewhere in the midst of my gawking at his beautiful eyes, I noticed his hair was very light in color. Maybe he had bleached hair or something, though. But how he managed to shoot a man more than a few yards behind me dead, right in his heart was beyond me. 'Maybe he's an ex-cop . . . ' But, wouldn't cops just shoot to refrain someone? He could have shot him in his leg or his arm, but he shot that guy right in his chest . . .
My thoughts were dragged back to his eyes. They were so beautiful, but hidden under that mask of irritated indifference. By the way he talked, I could tell he didn't want to be bothered with anyone. He didn't HAVE to save me, he just did. And afterwards, he walked away with no concern for my health at all.
I shook my head and stopped after a while. I'd more than likely would never see him again, anyway. And my legs hurt. How long had I been walking? I let out a sigh and looked from the large unnoticed hill I had climbed. I could see most of the city from there. I walked near the steep side of the hill and looked over at the view. It felt like I was looking at a postcard. 'Wish you were here . . . ' I laughed to myself. The many lights of the city bounced off of the dark buildings which reflected the light back to other buildings. A gust of wind blew my hair all about my face and I smoothed it all back behind my ear.
A distant rumbling caught my ear's attention and I turned to look down the road at two approaching white spheres. 'A car! Maybe I can get a ride!' With that notion, I ran up to the side of the road and started waving my arms like mad to get its attention. When the car didn't slow down, I stepped further into the road on my tiptoes. The car honked at me as it swerved away from me and kept going on down the road.
"Stupid jerk!!" I yelled shaking my fist at them like some old man. This was going to be harder than I originally thought. I sighed and re-adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder. What in the world had I just gotten myself into? I COULD always go back. My parents would take me back with no fuss at all. Either from their sliver of love for me or the pressure from the press. But no. I was so sick of the high society life. I don't know why people would even consider being rich or famous. Your entire life is an open file; paparazzi spread rumors about you and the IRS is on your ass 24/7!
No, I wouldn't go back. I couldn't. This was MY life and I was going to do with it whatever the hell I wanted to. My stomach growled. Even if it includes going hungry. What good is money if you have nowhere to spend it? I needed to get to the next town. And fast.
O
O
I POV
O
O
I was almost to the next city. A couple more miles and I'd have another day or two before I should be on the move again. I knew 'they' were near, but not near enough to get a signal. This chip in my head is more trouble than it's worth. 'They' can track AND control me. As long as I don't stop moving 'they' won't get a signal. And I am just fine with that.
I passed the 'Welcome' sign of Perrok and noticed that it was a bit smaller than the previous. Not a whole lot of running room, but it would have to do for now. I wouldn't have to go too deep into the city anyway. I made my way though the bland roads of the outer city. The blurred figures of shadowed buildings raced past me as I searched for a place to crash for the night. I slowed to a stop sign on the empty road and surveyed the area. There had to be some kind of abandoned building somewhere. I turned my head to the left and set my head on swivel. Gas station, truck stop, gas station, diner, bus stop, gas station. Damn. Gotta look farther. I squinted my eyes slightly and looked to the background. Some kind of factory with smokestacks, inner city lights, a dump, and - and a half-way burned down building. Bingo. I revved up my bike again and sped towards my home for tonight. I'd find some food tomorrow and leave that night. Perfect.
The sunlight slowly inched towards my eyes as morning came. I blinked a few times and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. As I sat staring into the rusted equipment around me, my nose perked up. I shot up instantly. That smell was too familiar.
"They" were here . . .
O
O
K POV
O
O
I turned over in my sleep to feel the bright rays of the sun pierce through my closed eyelids. I cursed the sun as I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the covers over me. Dealing with the fact that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep anytime soon I threw the covers off and stared aimlessly at the ceiling. I'd caught a ride to Perrok, from looking at the sign, from a nice lady and her husband. They were returning from a honeymoon from somewhere or another and felt sorry for me, so they gave me a ride. I'd asked them to drop me off in the city at one of the hotels and they'd looked at me funny. I couldn't blame them though, seeing that I was walking to the next city with a credit card worth more than their car and probably their honeymoon put together. I thanked them severely as they dropped me off at The Rinson Suites and waved as they drove off. The sky was pitch black all except for a few blinking stars, but the light coming of the hotel was illuminating enough.
And here I am. I checked in and collapsed on the bed. I turned my head and looked at the digital clock. Eleven forty-six. I got here . . . Five hours ago. My stomach growled angrily and painfully.
"Okay, okay, I'll feed you." I got up out of the green-flowered bed and passed the white bordered mirror on the bureau. I still had the clothes on I wore yesterday and now looked worse than thrown away newspaper. My hair was sticking out everywhere and matted down in the back. "Right after I shower and comb my hair."
I walked out of my room with my bag over my shoulder after coming from the hotel's complementary breakfast. It wasn't that bad actually. Bacon, waffles and good old-fashioned cheese-grits. I was full, clean, and had absolutely no idea where I was going. If I stuck around this city for long, my parents would track me with the credit card. I let out a long sigh and left the hotel.
The streets outside the hotel were very busy. Cars drove by, people walked everywhere, and the sun shone on the buildings was blinding. The surroundings reminded me of home and I couldn't help a small tug at my lips. Surveying the many shops around me, my face lit up. If I couldn't stay long, why not stock up on clothes? The vivid colors of the designer shops kept catching my eyes. Suits, skirts, and shoes were all displayed at the giant bay windows I swept past. I may be rich, but I'm still a girl who loves clothes. A small shop got my attention when my eyes fell upon the cutest pair of jeans. I was about to go in, but something hard moving at an unbelievable speed knocked me on my butt.
"Hey!" I shouted and looked up. "Watch where you're - !" I stopped mid-shout to find nothing in front of me. I slowly got up. "Now I know . . . " I searched all around me desperately to make sure I wasn't losing it. I blinked and raised my head upward. A familiar face peered down at me from the roof of the shop, but disappeared instantly. It was that strange guy that saved me. No freaking way! The sound of hordes of footsteps met my ears as I turned in front of me. Many people in dark black uniforms came racing towards me. I stepped aside for them to pass when what looked like the commander or whatever ( he was the only one wearing a hat ) came up to me.
"Excuse me Miss, but did you happen to see anyone run past here?" he gasped out.
"Uh . . . "
"We're in pursuit of a dangerous criminal and vigilante and he must be stopped."
A criminal? But he saved me . . . He can't be all bad . . . But still . . . "Did he have on a long coat?"
"Yes." he answered eagerly.
"Does he carry a gun?"
"Yes, yes, have you seen him?"
"I did actually."
"Could you please tell me where, Miss?"
I wasn't about to double-cross a person who saved my life (and was probably listening to me). I pointed in an off-hand direction. "He was mumbling something about a park and a fountain or something."
"Thank you."
The men in black ran off in the direction I was pointing toward and immediately started talking on their walkies. I let out a little sigh and looked up again.
"Thank you!" I called out as soon as the people in black were out of earshot. "I didn't get to say it last time, so think of this as gratitude!"
His face creeped out a little for me to make out his eyes. I smiled and he was gone. I didn't expect him to stay anyway. I hope I bought him some time. Poor guy, I wonder what his story was? . . . What was I doing before this anyway? . . . Oh yeah! Shopping!
O
O
I POV
O
O
It was that girl again. The one that was being attacked by that dead beat man. The one that had the flowery scent. Well, at least she remembered who I was, or I'd be back at that place with 'them' again. I leaped over rooftops and through many passageways until I came to an empty alley. I stopped there to think of a way out of this city without having my brain fried. It'd be just a matter of time before they used the signal for the chip to track me anyway.
That girl did scare me though. I honestly thought she was going to squeal on me. And she was going to be dead on the spot, too . . . But she didn't. I slumped against the wall and slid down slowly. I fisted my hands and unleashed my frustration on a nearby trashcan. "Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggghhh!!!!!!!" How am I going to get out of this one? Within the next hour, an entire team of 'them' would be here surrounding the entire city. And I just know Naraku's going to be here. With that control, that damned device that monitors the chip in my head . . .
I hope I don't have to resort to drastic measures. Last time that happened, dynamite and buildings were involved. I'll think of something . . . I stood up. The smell of the alley was getting to my nose anyway and my butt fell asleep. I walked out onto the bustling street and tried to appear as nonchalant as possible as I was working up an escape plan.
Even if I did escape, 'they'd' just follow me. I need to find a way to get this chip out of my head or either deactivate it someway. Second choice sounds better anyway. If I found some way to deactivate it, 'they' couldn't follow me and I'd be free to find out who I am. And what I am. I don't even have any leads. Not one! Dammit.
Noticing the sounds around me changed, I heightened my senses to find out where I was. Green everywhere, subdued noise, cleaner air . . . I was in a park. 'They' were already here, too. That girl told 'them' I was headed here, and judging from 'their' stale scent, 'they' believed her. 'They' probably wouldn't be coming here again anytime soon. At least I hope not.
A giant fountain caught my eye and I floated towards it. Water was soothing to me in a way. I loved when it rained. Water is so free. It can go anywhere and fit anyplace. It falls in anyplace it wants to around the world and no one can do a thing about it. That's what I wanted to be . . . Water.
Through the thin, transparent sheets of the cascading water, a figure caught my eye. And apparently, I caught hers.
O
O
K POV
O
O
Here I am programming my new laptop in a peaceful setting when the escaped-crazy-but- saved-my-life-convict comes into my line of sight. I'm starting to wonder if he's a stalker. But he couldn't be - he was escaping right? 'The look he's giving me isn't very inviting.' Yet, it's not rude either . . . I was about to ask him where he was headed this time, but he beat me to the punch.
"Who are you?" He asked, his eyes narrow. "Why do I keep seeing you everywhere I go?"
You know, it's very funny when two people want to know the same thing. I closed Charlie and stood up. "It's not very nice to demand something from someone you don't even know."
"What I know is that you being around all of a sudden is making me uncomfortable."
What exactly is with this guy? He saves me, I help him and now I'm making him feel 'uncomfortable'? I cocked my head to the side and my hand snaked it's way to my hip. "Well, just stop being in the same place I happen to be in okay?" A strange sound came from him then. 'Was that a growl?' His eyes narrowed even more and I saw his hand reach in his coat. 'Holy shit!' My heart beat quickened and my grip on my laptop became firmer. His hands were grasping the hilt of a sword beneath many gun holsters. The 'growling' became louder and I noticed his canine teeth were way too long to be any kind of normal.
"You'd better not be one of them!" he yelled out furiously. "Because you'll be dead before you hit the ground!"
'What??!!' "What??!! What are you talking about? Who's 'them'??"
"You'd better not be a spy!"
I held my free hand in front of my innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but just don't pull out any weapons that'll cause pain to anyone - namely me!"
He gave me a once over and unbarred his teeth. He stood up straight and let out a sigh.
"Thank you." he stated.
"What?" My heart hadn't stopped racing at all.
"Thank you. For leading them away from me."
"Oh, you're welcome." He turned away from me and sat on the edge of the fountain.
I put my hand over my chest and breathed out. That was too scary.
"You don't smell like them anyway." he mumbled.
"Smell? What's smell got to do with anything?"
"Everything." he said simply. "Look, I gotta find a way out of this ci - Aaaaaaaaaghhhhh!!!!!!"
I jumped. The mysterious stranger was now grasping onto his head in obvious pain. He sunk to the ground in mere seconds and wouldn't stop screaming. 'Oh my God.'
"They're near here!!" he screamed. "They won't stop following me!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggahhhh!!"
I looked down at my laptop beeping furiously and blinking red. I glanced up at the guy worriedly and clicked open Charlie. I installed a frequency detector in Charlie earlier so I could avoid any of my family's technology or vehicles and some kind of strong, concentrated frequency was being picked up by Charlie.
"Make it stop!! Damn the signal!!" He was pounding his head on the ground making circular, red dotted spheres in the cement of the sidewalk.
I suddenly had a very strong hunch and plopped on the edge of the bench blocking the frequency as fast as I could, typing like the wind. "Hold on!!" I yelled. The second I sent the safeguard waves out, the stranger's yelling stopped. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. His hands left the side of his head and his eyes met Charlie and me.
"Are you okay?" I said frantically and closed Charlie. I walked swiftly to his position. I knelt beside him looking concerned, but all he could do was stare at me wide-eyed.
"Did you do that?" he whispered.
"Do what?"
"Stop the signal . . . "
"You mean jam that huge frequency wave? Yeah. Wasn't that what you were screaming for? Do you have a metal plate in your head?"
Faster than I could see, his hands were grasping my shoulders a bit to tight for my comfort. "You can make it stop?" he asked urgently.
"I - I - guess so . . . Why?" He was seriously starting to scare me. He was an authentic Jack-in-the-box, never knowing what he was going to do next.
"You have to help me." he whispered desperately. "They wanna take me back to that testing place! They put a chip in my head and can control me with it, but you can stop that now! Is there anyway you can disable it? Anyway?"
"Umm, I'd probably need the blueprints to the chip, but I guess I could try - "
"Great." He stood to his feet dragging me with him. "We can go to their head testing base."
"Wait a second! When did I say I was going anywhere?" I snatched my arm from his grip. "I can just as easily unjam the signal just as I jammed it!"
The look on his face was heartbreaking. His eyes focused on one spot on the ground and his fists were clenched. "Please. I need to find out who I am. And stop them from doing this to anyone else. Please just help me. I'll do something for you, anything, just please."
The cogs in my mind were working overtime. This could be dangerous on all accounts! He's a killer! Plus for all I know he could be making this whole story up! Why should I even fathom helping him? . . .
Then again, he can help me stay away from my parents . . .
The avoiding parents plan overrode my previous thoughts though I was still a bit skeptical. That signal or whatever was certainly real, so that should be proof enough . . . For now.
"One condition." I said. His eyes met mine. "Just protect me and keep me away from my family. Deal?" I stretched out my hand gripping Charlie ever tighter.
He swept over towards me and grasped my hand. "Deal."
I smiled a little as we curtly shook on it. "I'm Kagome."
"Inuyasha. I suggest that you gather you things because they're coming this way."
I cast him a confused look.
"I can smell them. Give you the details later, okay?"
"Right." I ran over to my bag and stuffed Charlie in it. "Uh, how are we even going to get anywhere?" I asked slinging my bag on my back. He strode towards me and turned around in front of me. I was confused at first, but understood I was to ride on his back as he pulled my arm over my shoulder and hefted one of my thighs around his hips. I was about to squeal out a squeak of unapproved, but found myself breathless as I soon saw buildings beneath me.
. . . What in the world have I gotten myself into?
O
O
O
A/N: Kiwi is so done for kay? Send her reviews even if she doesn't deserve it!!! Pretty pretty please with Inu dolls on top??? I'll try to get another chap done ASAP. Band season is over and I have so much more time nowkay! So, Kiwi is outie and she shall see you wonderful people on the flip side of things kay?
