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Chapter 2: Just one more girl

Inuyasha dashed towards his car and threw her into the back seat.

"Could you stop struggling for two seconds? You can stop acting now, we're done."

The young girl on the back seat blinked and pulled her skirt down, which had ridden up from all the struggling she had done.

"Wait a minute! What...?" Inuyasha didn't give her a chance to speak; he took some chloroform and knocked her out. It was better this way, now he could just carry her around and not bother with her talking. Women talk, and Inuyasha hated talking women.

He watched her fall asleep and he noticed her pale creamy skin and her slightly parted lips. He grunted and slammed the door shut. He resisted the urge to turn around and glance at the back seat.

"What the fuck is wrong with you dammit? Five minutes and already you're staring at her?" He argued with himself, "Not that I like her or anything."

It had better be that way.

"Of course it is. I just met her."

Happy that he had convinced himself, of what he didn't know, he got into the driver's seat and headed for the airport.

To say that people found a girl thrown over a guy's shoulder who had his face covered and carried a sword around a little unnerving would be the understatement of the year. Inuyasha had to growl at several of the bystanders to keep them from staring.

He waltzed into the airport walking with long purposeful strides and walked right into the private flights aisle. He gave the woman the counter the two tickets and she took them staring at the odd customer. He growled again and she snapped back and immediately gave him the boarding passes.

"This... this way, sir." She stammered and he walked through the door. He met Kouga on the airstrip.

"I see you got her!" Kouga said before he noticed that she was passed out on the assassin's shoulder. "You knocked her out? Why would you do that?"

"Women! They fucking screw me over with their stories. She's much better unconscious."

"You know you can't keep her drugged all the time... learn to handle women, they are god's gift to mankind." Miroku piped in, he was leaning in the doorway of the private jet and he gestured the two assassins inside. "Come, come, we don't have all day."

"Monk? What are you doing here?" Inuyasha asked him.

"I will be your pilot." Inuyasha glared at him. "Or rather the copilot. Whatever works. I am actually here to make sure that you two..." he pointed at the two assassins, "do not fight."

"Get your ass inside Miroku. The faster we get there the faster it'll be over."

"I see you are impatient. She is a pretty one."

"Shut the fuck up, monk. Or I will personally make sure that you never have babies." Miroku shrank back and got inside the plane, Inuyasha and Kouga following suit.

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"Is this it?" He asked as they approached a house at the corner of the forest overlooking the sea. It was not too large and could be considered cozy. He dumped the girl onto the bed and watched the prone body bounce on the mattress a bit before going still. Inuyasha went and stood next to the window looking out.

"Yes... it is a beautiful view is it not?" Miroku said and Inuyasha turned to agree when he saw Miroku staring at the girl. Inuyasha looked at the raven-haired girl and noticed that when he had thrown her on the bed, her skirt had hitched up and was revealing a lot of skin.

As fast as lightening, the assassin had pulled the skirt down and was glaring at the monk with eyes blazing with molten fire.

"Watch it monk. Keep your filthy hands off of her or there'll be hell to pay." Miroku put both his hands up, palms facing the half demon as a symbol of peace.

"Cool down, Inuyasha. It is just hard for me to resist such beauty when it is presented to me."

"And it is extremely hard for me to resist using you as my scratching post."

"Peace Inuyasha. The beauty has been covered and the eyes have been averted. There is no need to get violent now."

"I'll show you violent!" He moved towards the lecherous man with his claws pulled back; ready to strike when another hand stopped his progression by placing itself firmly against his chest.

"Can't you control your temper for five minutes, dog-breath?" He ignored Inuyasha's growl and turned to the monk who was standing precariously close to the unconscious girl. "We are leaving."

The monk nodded, his eyes still on the girl's behind. He averted his eyes when the half demon snarled and started moving really fast towards the door.

"Yes. Yes, it is necessary that we leave. Now." He said before exiting the house in record time.

The assassin watched the jeep pull out of the driveway and start moving away from the house. He then turned to the girl who was his responsibility for god knew how long.

"What am I going to do with you? I have you for a few hours and you are already a pain." He mumbled when he knew that she couldn't hear him. "Great. Now I am talking to unconscious girls. What's next? Me talking to myself?" He said before realizing that he had been doing just that. "Oh hell."

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Her head hurt. Really badly. She willed the pain to subside a little before she attempted to open her eyes.

The first thought that filtered into her tired brain was that it was dark. She sat up and gripped the soft fabric under her. It felt like a bed. A really comfy bed. But where was she?

"Where am I?" She asked no one in particular and massaged her temples when her headache flared a little and then reduced to a small throbbing on the side.

She swung her legs off the bed and made her way to the glowing rectangle that she assumed was the door. She opened it softly and then shut her eyes when the bright light blinded her.

"Hello?" She asked softly and her voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse. "Where am I?"

"You put me through a lot of shit do you know that?" She swung around so hard she lost her balance and stared to fall back. She however did not hit the hardwood floor as two strong, and very warm, arms came around her waist to stop her from falling.

She gasped, as she looked straight into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. The color of the sun in the morning, the very definition of gold. They contained fiery depths that she was afraid of diving into and the sort of passion that could drive anyone insane if they resisted the depths.

And then, her mind registered the close proximity between the two. She blushed furiously before putting her hands on his chest and pushing him back, subconsciously noting the hard firmness of his chest.

"What... where am I?" She struggled to think straight.

"What? Don't give me that shit. You know exactly where we are. Now let's get a few things straight. First of all, I am no fucking nanny. I don't do tantrums and listen to shit when you are depressed." He crossed his arms to look more intimidating. "I don't listen to girly stories and I am mean. So don't even try to divulge that little bit of information to me."

The girl drew her mouth into a think line and just for good measure she said, "You're mean."

He scowled. He could really see the next few weeks. All the whining and 'I am too good for this' that is going to come. He would have sighed, but to do that would be a sign of weakness.

"Who are you?" She asked, exhaustion apparent in her voice.

The man clad in black looked at her funny.

"Why wouldn't you take off that mask?" She asked before reaching for the edges of the fabric that stood out against the black sweater he wore.

The man leapt back from her prying hands and then hissed, "You never touch the mask. Didn't your bastard for a father ever tell you that you are never to touch my mask?"

She cringed at the mention of father. It struck a chord that filled her heart with sad, painful memories. Then she realized that he had insulted her dead father.

"You have no right to insult my father!" She looked him straight in the eye, weariness and questions forgotten.

"Oh yeah? Your father is the one who staged this whole thing for his own benefit and you are willing to defend that greedy asshole?"

"What are you talking about?" She yelled at him. "My father could not have staged this, this whatever since he is dead. He has been dead for a whole month!"

The man stared at her with disbelieving eyes.

"What do you mean dead?"

"He's dead. Dead! Dead as in like never coming back."

"Of course I know what dead means!" he snapped. Then a thought snaked its way into his mind. And he didn't like it one bit. "What is your name?"

"You kidnapped me. You should know that, shouldn't you?"

He moved closer to her and she tried not to think just how close he was standing.

He grabbed her face with a gloved hand and turned it this way and that. Then he fished into his pocket and looked at the small white piece of paper that looked like a photo. He alternatively looked at the girl and the photo.

He snorted, "They told me you were a quiet little girl. Guess they were playing with me." He said as he put the photo back in his pocket.

"Who would 'they' be?" She questioned him.

"'They' would be your father, and his goons."

"My dad never had any goons."

"Oh yeah? Try another one."

"You have to believe me!"

"What if I don't, princess?"

The raven-aired girl raised a delicate eyebrow at his 'princess' comment.

"I am not a princess."

"Oh yeah? They never told me you were modest too."

"Look. I am not a princess. My dad did not have goons. He did not stage this thing AND he is dead."

"Well, listen to this, miss high and mighty. You are the daughter of the president. Your father has goons and he staged this thing and no one, I repeat, no one in Japan is lucky enough to have him dead."

"Wait... you think I'm Kikyo?"

"I don't think, I know! I couldn't have made a mistake!"

The girl massaged her head tiredly and then she plopped down on the cold floor. "I hate to break it to ya but..."

The phone rang shrilly and the half demon cringed. Damn he hated phones.

He went into the living room and plopped down on one navy couch and picked up the phone lazily.

"What do you want?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you dog-turd?" Kouga yelled into the headset.

"What?" Inuyasha yelled back.

"You got the wrong girl! Kikyo is here. With me. Right here. Not there!"

Inuyasha looked up slowly, the girl was standing near the door.

"I... I have the wrong girl?" Inuyasha mumbled into the phone.

"Damn straight. I knew it was a mistake the moment the president hired you. You couldn't even do something as simple as getting the right girl..." Inuyasha tuned out the blabbering and put the phone down.

He went to the girl and looked down at her. She fearlessly stared back.

"Bitch!" He yelled at her. She opened her moth in silent shock and then pushed him back.

"What did you call me?"

"Bitch! It is because of you that my reputation to always get the job done right has gone down the drain."

"Too bad you got the wrong girl! I was just watching the circus!"

"Why did you have to be there?"

"Not my fault you have weak eyesight."

"My eyesight is fine. You look too much like her!"

"I do not! There are a lot of differences. You only have to know where to look."

He pulled the photo out.

"Look at this bitch. This is you!"

She took the photo and looked at it. "Wrong! This is Kikyo."

"You are Kikyo!"

"I am not! I am Kagome! Ka-go-me!"

The phone rang again but Inuyasha ignored it. After the third ring he grabbed it off the hook and spat into it, "What?"

"Kill the girl."

"What...?" He couldn't believe his ears. Kill... her?

"Kill the girl. She knows too much."

"She knows nothing."

"Why? She's just one more girl."

"I... I can't do it. It wasn't her fault she got kidnapped."

"Well, maybe this will help you. Her name is Kagome."

"I know that!" He spat.

"Kagome Higurashi." With a faint click, the phone went dead.

She... she's the girl who survived?

"My father could not have staged this, this whatever since he is dead. He has been dead for a whole month!"

Why didn't he see it before?

He went to her and grabbed her wrists lightly but firmly. She squeaked and started to pull herself free.

"You're Kagome Higurashi."

"Yeah, what of it?" She pulled her wrists again and Inuyasha tightened his hold on her and started to drag her towards the kitchen.

He could smell her fear now but she didn't show it. Always, he had reveled in the scent of fear; it intoxicated him and drove him on. Turning him into a monster and letting him enjoy the festival of blood he staged all the time.

But not today. Today, the scent of fear made him feel like the dirtiest scum that ever lived. He didn't deserve to be holding her wrists right now. He wasn't supposed to touch her at all.

He would taint her if he did.

But it didn't matter now. She was as good as dead. Tainted or not.

Using his free hand, he picked a knife from the rack. The sharpest one he could find. He will kill her fast so that he wouldn't have time to waver.

"She's just one more girl."

How many girls had he killed? How many innocents had he murdered in cold blood? Countless. Why did killing this one girl seem barbaric to him?

"Umm... what are you doing?"

He looked at the steel of the knife. It was spotless. But not for long.

"Hold still." He said softly as he turned around to face her. She paled visibly and then started struggling, whining softly.

"Let go... please let me go." She whimperedtwisting her wrists this way and that, trying to free herself from his iron hold.

He looked at her face, scrunched up in concentration. Her delicate black brows were knitted together and her deep brown eyes were misted with fear and pain. He knew what she was thinking. She was probably thinking of the kids she'll never have and the friends she'll never see again.

"Don't you want to be with them?" He whispered and she looked up but didn't stop struggling.

"Who...?" She managed to choke out.

"You father, mother... your little brother." Her eyes widened.

"How do you know about them?" She asked sternly, accusingly. Her fear being replaced by something akin to anger.

"I killed them." He said and her eyes filled with tears and she bravely blinked them away. Once the chocolate eyes had cleared up they filled with immense hatred for the man who stood before her.

"You monster!" She yelled and pulled against him with newfound strength.

"I'm sorry." He said and swung the knife, aiming for her throat.


A/N: I know I'm evil! Thank you so much for the lovely reviews! I love you all!