Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

A/N: This idea has been bothering me for a while and even though I am not good at juggling stories...::sigh:: I'll try my best.

Let's see if you like this... let me know if I should continue. It's rated R for language and sexual situations but it's too early to say if there will be lemons or not.

Well... here goes nothing!

Chapter 1: Meet... the Assassin

"Please, have mercy." A man begged for his life on the floor of his bedroom. His wife and son lay slaughtered in the corner, covered with blood.

This monster had slain them while they slept. Cutting their throats and watching the blood pour in morbid amusement.

The gold eyes of his assailant filled with glee as he watched the older, slightly heavier man beg for his life.

"What good would it do? To live? Your wife is dead, your young son gone? And you are too much of a coward to seek revenge. Is this how much you lived them?"

The man whimpered.

"Speak!" The man brandished a long silver sword at the man's throat. It gleamed silver in the night, looking deceptively clean. It was made form the rarest of materials. His own father's fangs, and it refused to drink blood.

"I have a daughter... she's not here. She will be an orphan otherwise. She'll lose her father."

The assassin's face was covered. Only his eyes glowed through the mask. He was dressed in black clothes, which allowed him freedom of movement and he could easily be distinguished as athletic. There was a form of confidence in him; a form of grace that told anyone that running was futile.

"If she survived so long with a father such as you... I think she'll live without one just fine." With that he pushed the razor sharp sword into the man's throat, cutting it clean letting the blood pour. Another graceful movement and the sword was pulled out of the man's throat.

The man held his throat, feeling the blood gush out of his body leaving it cold and numb. The cut made in his throat was so clean that the man felt himself die slowly. He fell face first onto the ground in front of him, watching the pale faces of his family with dead eyes.

The assassin moved to the window in the room, leisurely using the curtain to wipe the sword clean and then he sheathed it with a sound of the metal singing against the sheath. He looked outside the little house he was at. The moon was full and bright that night ... very calm night. He didn't have one of those very often now. Maybe he'll take a walk.

He stepped over the prone bodies with a strange satisfaction. Another day's job done. He eyed the TV in the room. Now that they were dead... they wouldn't mind if he 'borrowed' a few things, would they?

Humming to himself, he looked through the closet... rummaging through it; taking things he liked discarding stuff that he could do without. He moved to the table, looking through the drawers with idle fascination.

His wandering hands came upon a drawer that was locked. He frowned, he didn't like locked drawers. One strong jerk of his hand and the metal drawer bent, the lock snapping and it flying open.

Ah... papers, papers and more papers. Now what do we have here?

He looked at the file that said 'Urgent' and then flipped through its contents. Found it.

He sighed and pocketed the file, patting it fondly through the cloth. Now, to actually steal something...

He grabbed a couple of necklaces, some money, an expensive looking vase (vase?) and some clothes that looked warm. He started roaming around the house, looking at this and that until he came upon the picture of the whole family that now lay dead in their bedroom.

His eyes widened. Shit. He wasn't lying when he said there was girl left behind? There's a survivor?

He narrowed his eyes at the picture. The girl looked young, about ten years old. But then again, everyone looked young.

It was obvious it was not a very recent photograph. He yawned loudly, stretching his arms above his head, arching his back and feeling some bones pop. He didn't have enough energy to go through the family's photo album to see what this girl looked like. He'll find her all by himself.

He opened the door to the house and crossed the courtyard that led to the stairs. With one last look at the house that now looked oddly silent, he bid a silent goodbye saluting the dead and then moving towards the exit.

It's not like he wouldn't return. After all, one of the Higurashi's had survived.

"This is your newest assignment Inuyasha." Inuyasha gazed calmly at the man who sat in front of him.

"Tough. I don't feel like working today." He took a donut out of the paper bag he had grabbed on his way to the 'headquarters'. He took one large bite and then stopped chewing.

"This will pay well. You are to kidnap ... are you listening to me?" The man with icy blue eyes looked irritated beyond belief as he watched the half demon gag and then spit into his garbage bin. Then the golden-eyed assassin started discreetly sniffing the donut.

"Fuck Dog-breath! You listen when I talk to you! I am your senior and I can fire you if I want to."

"Fire? Me?" The assassin's eyes blazed with rage, adding fire to the already gold depths. "In case you don't remember, I don't work for no one. And since I don't work for no one, it means I don't work for you." He said accentuating each point with a small jab of his finger against the table. "And if I don't work for you, you don't fire me. Get it?"

"Watch it. Your newest assignment will pay you well."

"I don't want it."

"Oh but you do. You don't know who you get to kidnap."

"I'm a fucking assassin you fucking wolf. I don't kidnap, I kill."

"Too bad. The job is from the President himself. He's going to pay you a whole five hundred grand if you do it for him."

"A million."

"Your demands are getting harder and harder to accommodate everyday."

"Too fucking tough."

"You know... we could just go hire someone else."

"Oh? Then I'll be off then!" With that Inuyasha hoisted himself off the chair and walked towards the door.

"Six hundred!" The wolf demon called out. Inuyasha smirked. The cat was in the bag!

"Nine."

"Seven."

"Eight."

"Seven-fifty." Kouga rubbed his forehead. Meet Kouga, the right hand man of the Don. The lord of the Mafia. And the most hated person that ever roamed the country of Japan. Needless to say, the President made sure he stayed on the Don's good side.

"I think I'll manage..." He made a show of being disgusted with the small amount of money and then turned around to take a seat at the chair in front of the irate demon. "Who is to be grabbed?"

"You are to kidnap Kikyo."

Inuyasha sat up in his chair so fast the wolf was surprised he didn't get a head rush.

"Kikyo? As in like the Kikyo?" Kouga smiled.

"Yes, the Kikyo."

"But, she's the daughter of the President. The only daughter."

"Exactly. It turns out that the President is having some trouble fending off the opposition."

"That's why I killed the Higurashis. They had too much dirt on him."

"But... it hasn't worked. Apparently, the death of the Higurashis has put a direct suspicion on the President. He has managed to quell it but the press is starting to fidget. You know that is never good."

"And let me guess. He wants to kidnap his daughter and turn the tables on the opposition so that it would seem as though the opposition is out to get him. It won't work."

Kouga scowled, "What makes you so sure?"

"I'll tell you what makes me so sure. The people out there might be slow but they are not stupid. Sooner or later they will figure it out."

"Then it's our job to make sure it's later rather than sooner."

"How long am I to keep her?"

"Two weeks maybe more." Kouga thrust a couple of tickets in his face. Inuyasha took them gruffly. "You are to kidnap her, put up a convincing show... means she will be screaming and struggling, and then you are to get her into a plane..."

"You expect me to waltz into a plane with a kidnapped princess?" The irritation in the half demon's voice carried over strong and clear.

"... It has all been taken care of. Don't worry about that. Kikyo will be wearing a disguise. Not to mention that you will be unrecognizable, as always. Anyways, you will take her to the Presidents' private cottage in the middle of the forests in the north of Japan. No one will find you there and we'll send for you once the plan works out."

"And all this time I am to make sure that she doesn't see my face?"

"You won't be going out of your way. No-one knows what you look like." Inuyasha huffed and then crossed his arms.

"You know what would happen if during that time she manages to see my face. I'll have to kill her."

"You touch her, Inuyasha, and I swear you won't know where to run." Kouga said, flexing his claws, popping his knuckles loudly.

"Bring it on, wolf." Inuyasha said baring his teeth.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen." A smooth voice wafted over. They both turned to regard the newest addition to their banter. "Let's act a little civilized why don't we?"

"Get bent, Miroku." Kouga snarled before shuffling papers and getting up to leave.

"Shove it, lecher." Inuyasha hissed at him before following suit.

"What did I do?" Miroku looked bewildered. Meet Miroku Houshi, the 'priest' of the whole mafia. He earned that name after it was found that he showed a lot of mercy to his victims. Killing them quick and easily.

That however had put him to the bad side of the don. He didn't like softies, and Miroku was well on his way to becoming one.

Unlike Inuyasha, Miroku worked for the mafia. He was their elite assassin, who killed whoever stood in his master's way. Not that Miroku liked him or anything, it just turned out that the love of his life was currently the don's girlfriend. So he hung around just to stay near her.

Inuyasha was the 'murder for hire' kind of guy. He showed up when someone with a grudge and lots of big bags of money needed him.

How he managed to keep his trail cold when everyone rich knew where to find him? Let's just say that he was also the least seen man. No one had seen his face, and the select few who did were just in as much shit as him and would never disclose his identity. That is, if they get caught.

It was just kind of hard to catch something that didn't exist... so as to say.

Miroku, Kouga and Inuyasha. All of them were the top assassins, feared all across Japan as the deadliest of creatures and yet the only people who were dead when they were alive.

Inuyasha had supposedly died when he was five, in a car accident, and currently had no file on him. He didn't exist.

Kouga had been killed when he fell off a cliff a couple of years ago, right before he joined the mafia.

Miroku, well let's just say he didn't have a file to begin with. He just caught the boss' eye when he successfully managed to steal some money from him without him noticing when he was a young boy. The boss immediately saw the potential in him and he was trained under his nose.

Yeah, Miroku the monk... Miroku Houshi. Needless to say he was an orphan. He only came to the boss with a name.

Okay. So here he was. The most feared assassin of all times, watching a circus.

Inuyasha sighed. He was bored damn it. Not to mention that after kidnapping the princess he had to catch that flight.

Inuyasha self-consciously adjusted his scarf so that it covered the lower part of his face, while the rest hid under a cap. No one should remember his face. The fewer people knew he existed, the better for him.

His golden eyes searched the grounds. Where is she, dammit!

Then he saw her. She looked so different in real life, not at all like the cold picture he had been shown. This girl laughed and giggled as she watched the circus animals perform. She was so different... not that he was implying he liked her more in person or anything.

Perfect. Right in the middle of the circus. Lots of witnesses.

He pulled off his scarf and pulled on his ski mask that left just his eyes open. One jump and he was next to her. She gasped as he locked his arms around her and began thrashing wildly.

Damn she's a good actress.

He grabbed her and held her tighter, trying to ignore the smell of spring flowers that wafted from her hair.

"Will you calm down a bit?" He hissed into her ear. She stilled immediately. "Good. Now I can kidnap you in peace." He mumbled before taking off. He completely missed the look of pure shock and horror on her face as he bounded off with her.


A/N: So... should I continue? Let me know!

Until next time!