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Chapter Seven:

Inuyasha was just about to turn on his street corner when he heard the screams of adults. 'What could that be? Normally I only hear little kids and women, but I think I can hear a man's voice also.'

He went through an alley and transformed into his hanyou form. Jumping to the roof of a near by building he listened for the screams again. He was beginning to become worried.

Those screams had been agonizing and now there was silence. He would never forgive himself if he failed to save who ever this was. He had decided a few days ago to help anyone in need so now he was determined to do whatever it took to find the screamers.

"STOP IT!!!" He heard someone scream. Now in his hanyou form he was able to understand what was actually being yelled. He then heard a bang witch he assumed ment that someone just got hit in the head. Once again there was silence. He wasn't quite sure where to go any more, but that's when he saw…

Tsuyu was shopping at the super market. It wasn't in a very good neighborhood and she really didn't want to go in the first place. 'If I was living with mom instead of visiting her, I would never do this for her. Mean ever since she and dad got a divorce after he got the Bergly Case she's been such a wreck. I guess this is the least I could do while she's in such a bad state.'

She slowly shook her head and began looking for the Velveeta noodles her mother had asked for when she felt a hand roughly cover her mouth as another arm grabbed her by the waist and began dragging her to the storage room in the back of the store.

"Rrt rr oo oin ou ee?" She asked.

"Sorry but I couldn't hear you hun." Stated the man. Tsuyu thought he sounded a little feminine.

He released her and she took deep breaths to catch up on breaths. She heard laughing in the dark corner and quickly looked up to see two men staring at her.

"What do you want?"

"You."

"My father is a prominent lawyer in New York, when you get caught your asses will be in jail for so long you'll forget what to-"

"We know that's why we kidnapped you." Replied the feminine one.

The second spoke for the first time. "We understand your father is quit wealthy, and we believe he'll pay a nice ransom for his only child."

Her eyes widened in realization. "But there's always a way to get back at you and he will!" She defended her safety.

"Oh I guess we forgot to mention, we have friends in high places as well. IF, and that's a big IF, you find us we will get away Scot free and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it."

Her forehead wrinkled in a frown. This was all to confusing for her. "So you want money? IS that it? Then take it from someone else!"

The two men laughed at her, then the feminine one replied. "We would, but you are so fun when you're scared." He chuckled in a very unmanly way.

She took a step back and realized that she was by the back door. She could feel the cold knob in her hand. She smirked to herself. She had a plan.

"So what's with the guys behind you?" She asked. They turned around to see what she was looking at when she pushed the door open and ran for all she was worth. When the two men turned around to see she had fooled them.

"Damn, damn, damn now we have to do this outside in the open." They ran out and quickly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to the ground.

She screamed in shock. 'O god these guys are fast, it took them like 30 seconds to catch up with me!' She began to hyperventilate.

"Ha, Bankoutso I think she's getting a little nervous." Squealed the feminine one.

"Jakoutsu, we don't get paid unless she's alive and well, we have to make sure she's alright." He came down to her and tried to calm her down.

"Don't think I don't notice how you look at her." Said Jakoutsu as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"What the hell are you complaining about now?"

"See, see that's it, you don't care about me. What is it that you see in women anyways, it's not like they are THAT great." He shot Bankoutso an accusing finger.

Bankoutso shook his head and turned his attention back to the girl.

"Let go of her! Let go of Tsuyu!" cried an approaching voice. They turned around to see a boy about her age.

"Nobunaga! Help ME Please!" Tsuyu shouted. The boy ran up to his love.

Nobunaga was your average high school student. He made average grades, he was an average height, and he had you average child hood crush. Tsuyu.

The two had grown up together as next-door neighbors. They had been best friends, but soon Nobunaga had developed a crush on her.

It was tragic to him when her parents got divorced. Her father moved to a mansion as her mother moved to an apartment.

Tsuyu' s personality changed. She was not depressed, she was just different. She had stopped talking to him and began hanging out with a new group of friends.

Even if her feelings had changed for him, his feelings for her had definitely not. He was still in love with her. He still loved her when she got a boyfriend. He didn't like that, but whatever made her happy, made him happy, that's how he knew he loved her.

He had been walking down the street to his aunt's house, near Tsuyu' s mom's apartment when he heard a scream. He was a good natured guy in general, so of course he was going to help the screaming person, but when he saw the love of his life lying on the alley floor with two strange men surrounding her, he could almost faint.

'Tsuyu!' He thought to himself. "Let go of her! Let go of Tsuyu!" He screamed at the two men.

Tsuyu screamed in agony for him. "Nobunaga! Help me please!" His heart melted when she said his name. She seemed so relieved for the sight of him. He ran up to her and that's when he saw the tire being thrown in front of him.

He stood there at the edge of the alley and saw two men dressed in black staring at two
bodies on the filthy ground. 'God I hope they aren't hurt!' He silently ran up to the
standing figures and punched them both in the back of the head. They both staggered
forward a bit in surprise.

Inuyasha's eyes widened in shock. 'They didn't fall over? What's with these guys? I've never fought anyone who could stand a punch like that.

"Shit!" yelled one of the men in an oddly feminine tone.

"What the fuck?" Said the other as the two spun around to face Inuyasha. "Dogman…hmm so I assume you came here to save the day." Said the second with a smirk.

"You got that right." Said Inuyasha as he lunged forward.

He was surprised when a tire blocked his attack.

"Don't think we'll be that easy to get rid of." Laughed the feminine one. "That is IF you can get rid of Bankoutso and I"

"Jakoutsu' s got that right. Dogman, prepare, for you have no idea of who you are dealing with!" Bankoutso shot forward. He pulled a sword from his side and gracefully, yet quickly, swung towards Inuyasha's neck.

Inuyasha was quick to get away, but couldn't help but notice the strands of hair that had been cut in half. 'Man this guy's almost as fast as me!

Bankoutso smirked. 'I bet he thinks this will be an easy fight for him…what he doesn't know will surely kill him.'

He lunged forward again, but this time Inuyasha was prepared. He jumped on the blade of the sword and hopped towards Jakoutsu. "Iron Raven Soul Stealer!" (A/N Is that what he says? ) He yelled as blades of light flew to
Jakoutsu.

He dodged, but not with out injury. His ankle was bleeding as the smell flooded Inuyasha's nose. Inuyasha stood for a moment, but then he sensed movement behind him.

'Damn I forgot, there are two of them!' He spun around only to see the blade go through his chest. "Ah" Inuyasha got out and began to cough on the blood that was quickly coming up through his throat.

The two men began to laugh. "Ah Dogman, I
thought you'd fight smarter than that, without getting yourself killed in a matter of
seconds.

Inuyasha smirked. "You think it will take that much to kill me? I'm a hanyou, not a human, it'll take a little more than a blade through the chest to stop me!"

The two men stood in attention and faced him. Sure his appearance was not of a human, but
they did not imagine he was hanyou, they just thought it was some kind of disguise.

Inuyasha pulled the blade from his chest, the blade that Bankoutso had foolishly let
go of. He then darted towards them at full speed and cut them both across the chest and
on their shoulders.

"What the?" Asked Jankoutsu, still not processing exactly what was going on. The warm red liquid began to stick to his clothes. Being humans, they could not take such a deep cut and continue fighting.

Inuyasha smirked at the two startled forms. "Leave now, and I'll spare you." The two stared at him for a moment and then turned to run away.

"We will get you back Dogman, and next time we'll invite some of our friends!" Bankoutso yelled over his shoulder.

"Bring it on."

Inuyasha then turned down to see the victims. It appeared they had been both temporarily knocked unconscious. Inuyasha decided to watch them from the rooftop until they were able to walk home.

The boy suddenly shivered and pulled
himself up. "What…what happened?" He asked no one as he rubbed his eyes. He
looked around only to see his love lying unconscious.

"Tsuyu! Oh God Tsuyu! Are you okay?" He asked panicky. He turned her on to her back. She lay there still and pale. "Tsuyu." He whispered softly as he held her in a tight embrace. "Please…please Tsuyu, be okay."

Her eyes fluttered open. She was confused. "Where am I?" She
looked around at the brick walls to either side of the alley.

She felt herself be gently pushed back. "Tsuyu! You are okay!" She looked up to see the face of her childhood friend.

"Nobunaga? What are you doing here?" She asked.

The boy didn't seem to here her as he pulled her close and began to sob. "I thought…I thought you might be hurt. I would never forgive myself if you got hurt." He pulled her in even tighter if it
were possible.

Tsuyu sat there trying to figure out what had just happened. Then it came to her. 'I was being kidnapped by these two men and Nobunaga came to help me. But he got hurt…who saved them? Wait a minute. Nobunaga tried to save me! What on earth? Why would he want to save me?'

She stopped thinking to listen to what Nobunaga was saying. "Tsuyu I love you and I would have died if you got hurt. I got knocked out…I
couldn't help you…but those men left and you are alright and…and-" His eyes widened
considerably as Tsuyu brought her lips to his.

'Tsuyu…do you feel the same about me?'
She backed out of the kiss.

"Nobunaga, I love you too. I don't know what I was thinking, ignoring you like that, but now I realize that-" And Inuyasha ran off. He was
happy that those two were safe, but he had other things to think about then some strangers' relationship. (I bet you fluff lovers are pissed now huh?)

Miroku had finally gotten home after walking with Kagome. He walked past his
drunken father on the floor. "Good night dad."

The truth was that that man on the couch
was not Miroku' s father, it was only his uncle. He shook his head in dismay and walked
up to his room.

It was dark and gloomy. He switched on the light switch. The yellow glow of the bare light bulb illuminated a small circle which consisted of his desk and nightstand.

He took a seat by his desk and stared at the picture frames covering it. He held up one that had a small, happy family on it.

There was a father, a tall man that stood at six foot four, holding his wife by her waist. He had a bald head (It was shaved) and he
had both ears pierced. They were small golden hoops.

Miroku brought his hand up to his left ear. His fingers came in contact with the cool metal that hugged his ear lobe. His eyes glazed over.

The woman had long, jet-black hair that gently fell down to her waist. Her purple sundress matched her dark violet eyes. In her arms she held a small baby boy. He was staring wide eyed at the camera while sucking on his thumb. His short black hair was pulled into a rat's tail that fell to the side of his head.

Miroku bit his bottom lip. "Mother, father, why…why did you have to leave me?" He whispered
silently to himself. 'You showed me so much love and kindness… you didn't deserve to die like that!' The hand that was now on his leg tightly clutched his pants.

Flashback

Miroku was seven years old. He and his family lived in New York.

His mother, Relina and father, Heero were cooking dinner. Relina was wearing her business suit from earlier that day with the blue-beaded necklace that she always wore. Her apron was covered with flour from when she attempted to batter the chicken. Her hair was in a tight bun near the top of her head. Miroku thought his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. She licked her bottom lip while measuring the amount of water to pour into the soup. Obviously cooking was not her specialty.

Heero had changed into jeans and a t-shirt and was barbequing on the patio right next to the kitchen.

Miroku looked back down at his drawing. There on the paper was a picture of his family. He had drawn it. Tonight before dessert he was going to give it to his parents as a present. They had been working long and hard for the past few weeks, so Miroku had plenty of time to plan for this day.

"Heero, where is the ladle? After all these years we've lived her I've never cooked and I'm just about had it to here." She brought her hand up to her neck. "Where is everything?" She gritted her teeth and searched frantically for the utensil.

She heard her husband laugh. She stood up from her kneeling position and turned to see her husband holding the ladle. "Where did you find that?" She asked a little irritated. He pointed to the pot on the counter.

It was filled with all the utensils that were too large to fit in a drawer. She flushed in embarrassment. That pot happened to be right next to the stove where she had been standing for almost an hour now.

She gently took the utensil from her husband and walked to the stove. "Miroku honey, dinner will be ready in just a few minutes, wash your hands." She directed kindly.

"Okay Mommy." The young Miroku jumped off his chair and ran down the hall. She smiled warmly at his back.

She almost jumped when she felt two strong arms encircle her. She tilted her head to the side and saw her smirking husband standing behind her. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck. She smiled. "Not now Heero, at least wait till the boy's asleep." She said in a sarcastic tone. He brought his head back up. He blew gently on her ear. She giggled. "Stop it!" She batted his head away with her hand playfully. He let go and went to the barbeque pit.

Miroku came back from the bathroom. "Mommy, I'm hungry! When are we gonna eat? I've been waiting for a bout a gillion hours." He pouted and held his arms up for emphasis.

She smiled. "Just a minute hun." She bent down and gave him a quick hug.

As if on cue, Heero quickly walked in holding a tray of food. "Yea! Food is here!" Miroku shouted. His parents smiled as they prepared the food onto plates.

"Miroku, you hungry?" Heero asked as he teased his son playfully with a plate of food.

"Daddy! Give it! I'm hungry!" Heero finally gave in and put the plate at his son's place at the table. "Mm…" exclaimed Miroku as he stuffed the food into his mouth.

"Miroku!" His mother yelled. He raised his head innocently. "You know that we always pray before we eat." Miroku put his fork down and stared at his plate.

"I'm sorry Mommy."

"That's alright. Now come on." She held out her hand for him to take and the family began their prayer.

The family always had a strong faith. Miroku was raised going to a temple every week and praying to the gods because they came from a long line of priests and monks, faith being one of their strong backgrounds. Their family was even said to have special spiritual powers, though no one had yet to experience them.

Once they had finally begun to eat, they were all talking fervently since they didn't normally spend so much time together.

Miroku was very happy and talkative himself. He normally ate with his uncle Moushin, it's not that he hated Moushin or anything; it's just that nothing could beat his parents.

"Ah, now that was good." Said Heero as he placed his fork on his plate. "Nothing beats a home cooked meal."

"Now that's right." Agreed Relina. "Especially when we can eat with our little Miroku." She nudged her son under the chin.

They heard a knock at the door. "I'll go and get that." Said Heero as he placed his plate in the sink. Miroku was picking at the last few bites of his corn when Heero' s voice came loud and…nervous. "Kagewaki!"

Relena had been listening from the table; naturally she was curious as to who could possibly want to visit their house at dinnertime. When she heard a name…THAT name, she began to panic. "Miroku honey, go to your room."

"But Mommy! I haven't finished my favorite part yet." He whined.

"Miroku." She tried to reason with her son.

"If you go to your room now and come out when I tell you to, I'll give you extra dessert." Miroku thought about this for a while.

"Okay, as long as you promise…!"

"I promise honey!" He was going to protest some more, but he gave up.

He walked to his bedroom and put some finishing touches on the picture he was planning on giving to his parents.

He heard his parents talking rather loudly. He also heard an unfamiliar voice. He was getting restless, he WAS just a little kid locked up in a room. So he quickly got bored and decided to go out to give his parent the picture.

When he opened the door, he saw something that he did not expect. A strange man was arguing with his parents. Miroku decided to hide half way in his doorframe.

The yelling had become quit loud when the strange man took a sharp stake from his jacket. The stake had a sharp point and it glowed. It was a strange glow, dark and menacing.

Miroku' s young eyes watched in silent horror as the steak was placed through his father's chest, devouring, consuming him from the inside. The screams were inaudible through the panic.

Relena tried to push the man away from Heero as he screamed in pain. Tears found their way down her face as she fought to save her beloved husband's life. She went closer and closer, yet she kept her distance from the sucking force from the hole. In a matter of seconds Heero was gone and the man was still holding the glowing stake.

Miroku couldn't understand what happened, and he being a young child did not yet develop good judgment. He yelled his father's name as he ran out of hiding and to his mother's side. "Miroku! No!" Relina yelled as she held her son close to her side.

The man, Kagewaki smirked, the boy was just another innocent victim. Adding one more to his list wouldn't hurt anything.

He took the stake and threw it at the pair. Relena quickly saw the stake and swung Miroku behind her. She was too late for the stake had hit the boy's right hand and was slowly drilling a hole.

He was too shocked with so many things going on in such a short time, he slowly fainted, landing roughly on the ground. "NO Miroku! Oh my God!!!" She quickly took off her blue beaded necklace and wrapped it around her son's hand.

Those beads were pray breads blessed from generation to generation of her family. The stake broke apart and dematerialized in the air as the beads stopped the sucking effect of the hole that had been made, though there was no way she could destroy the hole completely.

"You sick bastard! How could you do this to a child!" Miroku was silent, too shocked to move or scream. Kagewaki smiled at the depressing sight as he lunged towards the woman.

She raised her hand, thus generating a pulse of spiritual energy that partially consumed him. His arms slowly disappearing in the bright white light. His clothing disappeared as a wooden doll fell to the ground.

Relena fell to the ground. Landing with a grunt. She gasped for air, frowning though she was happy the evil man was gone.

As she groped the floor to find her son she felt the wooden doll. She hadn't seen it before, she thought she had killed Kagewaki, but she didn't, it was just a…

"Demon puppet." Those being her last words as her energy was drained. Her body fell to the ground. She would not awaken again, not after all the energy she had put forth.

The young Miroku finally was able to move again once he had recovered from shock. He quickly stood up and looked around the room. Groping with his beaded hand because his vision was blurry. "Mommy?"

End of Flashback

Miroku sat by his desk staring at his right hand. "You're still there." He stared at the prayer beads wrapped around his hand. He prayed a few words and the beads became invisible, that way he would not be reminded of his parents' death every time he looked at his hand. At least now no one asked about what they couldn't see it.

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