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Chapter Eight: Dealings in the night pt.2

She found herself walking in the dark hallway, only the sound of her steps to hear. She didn't want to come to this meeting. In fact, she wouldn't have gone, but he insisted and there was nothing she could do to refuse. The closer she got to the door, the angrier she became. 'That bastard, exactly what is he up to anyway?'

As she turned the knob, the crack of the door revealed a dark red light. She took a step into the room and closed the door behind her. "What do you want Naraku?" Her voice was clearly dripping with venom.

He laughed, a deep haunting laugh. "It seems you aren't very happy to see me, eh?"

"Who would be?" She barked back.

He ignored that comment and leaned back in his leather chair. As he folded his bony fingers he began, "I see you have been disobeying me lately."

"What the hell are you talking about!?!" She exclaimed. "I've done absolutely everything you've told me too! You said distract him, I did. You said to learn about her, I did. You said to make her feel she couldn't talk to him, I did! What the hell more do you want from me!" She fumed, standing flustered from anger. She was about to walk out of the room when…

"You walk out that door and I'll kill him." She froze.

"You wouldn't do that! He's never done anything to you, he doesn't even know you!"

"I wouldn't? What makes you think that? Do you think I care whether or not my victim knows me? You've been lying to yourself." He paused.

She stood cold and rigid, staring straight into his eyes. She saw no lie, no deception. He didn't care at all. "You promised you wouldn't kill him!"

"Only if you did what I told you to."

"I have."

"Your job isn't finished yet."

"What did he do to you anyway? He's never done anything, EVER!!!" Tears formed at the brim of her eye. She clenched her hands, knowing she was trapped. She took in a few deep breaths of air. "If I help you…what will you do to him?"

He smirked. "I just have a little torture planned. His father took something that belongs to me and I plan to take it back. I'll have my fun with her as well… she doesn't quite realize what she's done to me just yet, but I will get her back for it. …So if you must know, he'll live and be yours to have. There's no need to kill him just yet, on the other hand, she won't be a problem anymore. She'll be dead soon enough, that is, if you follow your orders. "

"I-I'll help you." She stood up, preparing to leave.

"Excuse me?" She looked up at the sound of his voice..

"I noticed you were spoiling my plans. She has to go and you almost stopped her, fortunately…" He motioned to the door behind him. A short girl came forth. Her pale face was emotionless. She held a video recorder in her hands. "Kanna, show her what the two friends are doing." She held up the electronic devise, the screen flashing images, the lights flashing against Naraku's face, revealing his wavy hair. "These two fools who dare to call themselves her friends… they are helping make up for your mistake. Your quit fortunate." He paused, allowing her to view the screen for a short moment. "You're letting this get to you, your feelings for him are getting too strong. You mess up like you did earlier today and he will die." He took out a picture from his desk. It was him. Naraku slowly ripped it through the middle, right in front of her eyes. Then let the pieces gently float to the floor.

She stood in silence for a moment. "Yes Naraku, I will do my job." She stood up and ran out the door, back to the dark hallway, back to her mission…

"This has got to be the worst week ever!" She exclaimed as she jumped in her bed. 'First mom calls me a slut and then I'm in this weird fight with Inuyasha. And to top it all off Naraku's been really scary, unusually scary. But then, I did meet Miroku. And Dogman saved me. Thinking of Dogman…why did he save me? Did he know Naraku was going to do something? How could he have ended up so close? Well for whatever reason, I'm thankful. Who knows what that asshole would have done to me. Though have to say, part of me wishes it were Inu who saved me. (Talk about the irony…lol) I mean, he's been acting weird lately. If he were there to stop Naraku, at least I'd know he still cared. That would be so nice. I think he's mad at me…I wonder why. I love him so much, he's always been such a good friend, but… back to Dogman. His eyes! They were this gorgeous amber. What a fire burned in them! It was like he really cared about me! And his hair! That silver. Like Sesshoumaru's, long and shiny so what kind of demon is Dogman? I'd assume a dog demon given the name, but there was no way Sango or Shippo could have been sure of that. But then…maybe Dogman is related to Sesshy and Inu? (Oh what she doesn't know) But whatever he is, he saved me from that bastard Naraku, and he saved Shippo and that other child. Dogman is a hero who saves those in need. The kind of hero that tool the time to save someone like me. Man I'm thinking really fast… But anyways, that's all I ever really wanted since Naraku moved in, to be saved and Dogman might be the one to do it… I think- I think I might be in love with Dogman!' (Bet you didn't see that coming. Or did you? Was it that obvious, that predictable? Oh well! There's still a lot more to this chapter!)

Pissed. Yes, that would describe what he was now. Sesshoumaru had had a long day of work, a long and frustrating day. And to top it off, his car broke down about ten blocks down the street. He would have jumped home, using his demonic powers that would have been a simple task, but the people in Dayship weren't used to demons. And so he, Sesshoumaru kept on the down low so no one would pay him any special attention because of his blood, unfortunately because he was walking, his annoying secretary, Jaken, insisted in coming with him. As if someone as strong as Sesshoumaru needed help. But it didn't really matter, no, because Jaken was always clearly threatened by Sesshoumaru and was too nervous to talk. Or at least that's what Sesshoumaru thought, then it clicked, "That annoying toad never shuts up. Why is he so quiet?' He couldn't quiet figure it out in his head, so he decided to do the next best thing. Ask Jaken. "Jaken?"

"Yes Milord?" Said a jumpy Jaken.

"Why is it that you are so quiet when you are usually so annoying and talkative?"

Taking no offense Jaken answered, "Milord, does it not bother you to walk in such darkness? If some thug were to jump out of nowhere… wouldn't we be quite defenseless against knives or guns? Do you not see the possible dangers?"

"Jaken, aren't you aware that you yourself are a full fledged demon? Surely a knife is no competition for you?"

"Well yes Milord, I could survive it, but we still don't know the extent of the dangers that lurk around these streets at night."

Sesshoumaru sighed. 'What a foolish toad, can he not smell the wolves?'

A high-pitched scream echoed through an alley further down the dark street. Jaken shivered and walked nearer to Sesshoumaru.

"M-Milord?" He paused; his slimy yellow eyes searched his surroundings. "Did you not hear that scream?"

Sesshoumaru stopped in his tracks. Looking up to the night sky, he sniffed the moist air. "It's just wolves, they like to play rough…such animals." (Like he isn't…)

As they neared the alley, the screams were muffled and slowing down. Then many footsteps approached them. Sure enough it was a small pack of wolves. (And if you happened to be wondering…'How could there be wolves in a city?' I say to you…there are demons in this place too; the wolves are simply someone's pets.) They began growling. Jaken took one look at the animals' fiery eyes and hid behind Sesshoumaru. 'Such a weakling.' thought Sesshoumaru.

He looked at the wolves. They were thin and dirty. He jumped gracefully in the air and charged at them with his sharp claws. They were quit unhealthy and were easily slaughtered. As he landed on sidewalk, behind where the bodies laid he sniffed the air. 'Human blood?' He asked himself. He slowly walked by the ally, there he saw...

In a dark apartment near the edge of Dayship:

Five 'men' sit around a table with nothing but scraps left of their meal. One stood up, average height but with green hair. "You guys are so messy! I'll have to soak these dishes for hours! You could at least have the decency to bring them to the kitchen!"
As he said this, only one stood to pick up his dishes. This man stood tall and dark.

"Oh no!" Said the first. "Bankoutso not you! Hear let me take that!"

"It's okay." He said in a gentle voice unfit for his rough appearance. "It's the next room, I'm pretty capable of moving it myself." The first man backed off to the side and followed slowly, disappointedly, behind.

As the first man was gently scrubbing the dishes he heard the phone ring. "That's odd. Who could possibly be calling us? And at this time of night? Absurd!" He let the phone ring while he was drying the last dish.

"Are you going to get that fag?" Asked a gruff voice from the other room.

"I'll get it when I'm well and ready!" He yelled through the wall.

The phone stopped ringing. "Well I guess who ever that was really didn't need to talk to me."

He began to hum as he placed the plates in the highest cabinet. When on his toes, stretching to place the final plate up the piercing ring of the phone blared. Out of surprise he dropped the plate. It broke, hitting other dishes as it fell down. "God dammit!" he yelled in frustration. (Quite unlike him)

He walked to the phone and picked up the receiver. Than he slammed it down not wanting to known who called, making him create such a mess.

The rough looking man from earlier came in. "Jak, what's wrong? What happened here!"

"The fucking phone scared me and now look at this! Now I have to clean all this up!" He bent down and began picking up the large pieces of glass. As he did so, a small piece sliced his index finger.

A sting flowed through his hand as he stood up in surprise. The rough man who was also picking up glass rushed over.

As he saw the crimson liquid drip on the counter he quickly placed a band-aid on the small injury.

"Here you go, be careful! It's glass, it will be sharp." The other man nodded in response. Their eyes locked.

The phone rang again. 'Jak' mentally cursed at the phone, ruining the moment for him.

"I'll get that." said the rough man walking up to the phone.

"Hello?" He answered in is forever calm voice. "N-Naraku! S-sorry sir, he didn't realize it was you!" He stuttered giving an awkward glance to Jak. "Yes sir...No sir of course not, nothing was ment by it. Thank you sir. You will? Oh, of course we can, we've wanted to do that for a long time, Jakoutsu and me. Really? Yes sir you can count on us." He hung up the phone and turned to Jakoutsu. His face twisted with anger.

"You hung up on NARAKU! Stupid ass! He brought us back after we were killed and you want to anger him? He has our lives in the palm of his hand!" He kicked the trashcan on the floor, scattering the shards of glass as Jakoutsu wept for himself quietly...

And as Sesshoumaru turned on the corner of the ally he saw a young girl lying half eaten on the ground. Even Sesshoumaru, one who hates humans, had to admit she was adorable, or at least she would have been if not for the blood spatters, and knotted hair.

As he looked over her he saw she was wearing an old dress witch was dirty, but from the smell he could tell those stains had been there for a while.

'So she's not only a pathetic human, she's also an orphan.' He lightly sighed in pity, though it was not a custom for him to do so.

Something about her fragile frame lying in the corner did not seem right. 'No one should have to die this way, not here, not so young.'

Some unfamiliar emotion was taking over him that he did not recognize...was it, sadness? Sympathy? He grabbed the air around his waist and a sheath appeared. With his right hand he grabbed the sword and sliced the girl's body.

It would have seemed a horrific act if not for the fact that no cut was made, and her wounds slowly began to close. He placed the sword back in its sheath and picked the small child up.

He hoped she would not awaken just yet.

As he turned around holding the girl Jaken turned the corner. His eyes widened in shock. "M-Milord?"

By now he was in front of the orphanage. He wasn't quite sure what to do. Carrying a sleeping girl into an orphanage- when he was a demon- would look quite odd. As if there wasn't enough negative connotations put on him for being a demon!

He quickly dashed in the building placing the child on a seat in the front office. The secretary was faced back and no one was sitting in the room. He looked at the child one last time.

To his surprise her eyes were wide open. He quickly ran off, cursing himself for showing such mercy to the kind who wouldn't spare him the time of day...

So he then found himself walking to the newspaper office. (He had to get his mind off of self-loathing) As he walked in the main office he spotted the secretary and walked towards her desk. He was quite surprised to smell that she was a demon.

"How may I help you sir?" She said as she fluttered her long black eyebrows. "My name is Kagura." She stared at him, her red eyes flirting with him.

'Disgusting' He thought to himself. 'What actions! A disgrace to demons...'

"I'm looking for the photographer that took these." He placed pictures of Dogman on her desk.

She looked at them. 'Oh he wants to see that wench.' She rolled her eyes. "I'm afraid she would like to remain anonymous."

"She?"

"What did you think?"

"Nothing really, just curious, but I would still like to have a word with her."

"I'm afraid you couldn't do that. Even if she wanted people to know who she was, she isn't in the building right now."

'Really? Well it is late...11 PM. I guess not everyone stays at their office this late anyway. But it seems a lot of the staff is here though. Why not a photographer so that she could develop her pictures and not come in the morning? School? Could the photographer be a student?'

He pondered around these thoughts for a moment, forgetting he was still standing in front of Kagura's desk. 'So handsome, so calm...And he looks strong too! Maybe he could help me...'

He snapped of his deep thought only to see her staring at him quite intently.

He glared back at her. When she noticed the sharp stare she was receiving, she quickly faced the computer screen in front of her. "Anything else I can help you with?"

He turned around and walked out of the building, having no more questions to ask.

"Well that was rude!" She said to no one as he ignored her and her question and walked out the door.

Sango had been standing around the corner wondering who was asking about Kagome.

As he walked off she spotted his silver hair. She instantly thought about Dogman. But then she saw he had ears almost like humans, but she realized there really wasn't a way to hide those.

And she was close enough to Dogman to see he had no human ears, the dog-ears were real. 'Who is that guy and what does he want with Kagome?'

End of Chapter 8

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