Hey hey! What's up. I keep on saying and I'll say it again….Danke Shan for reading and reviewing. I hope ya'll like this chappy chap chapter of my story. And from one of my reviewers…I will now make sure I tell who is talking n' such. I warn you some parts might be a little graphic. Please forgive me. Now let's roll…

Note: I sadly do not own Inuyasha

Kagome's POV

I felt a little bad about racing out of there and leaving Sango like that. Oh well, I'm not getting close to her and being all buddy or something with her. Inuyasha just made me so mad! I don't even know how or why. I was surprised myself how he got such a rise out of me in such a short time. My rage at him only accelerated my anticipation for my kill on Yura tonight. I really couldn't wait.

When I got home I changed and went into my spare bedroom that I changed into a home gym. I put on my grips and braces, put on some Powerman 5000, and started my daily 2 hour workout. I began on my butterfly machine, warming up my upper body. It was one of my favorite machines because it was something I always felt in the morning. It made me feel like that training actually did something. I did enough reps of the butterfly to cover 4 songs on my CD. I got up and stretched out my already tightening muscles.

I put on my gloves and walked over to my punching bag. This thing, this leather bag packed with weight and feathers, had gotten me through more tough times then there is to count. I began punching. Slowly alternating at first to get use to it and warm up. Get a feel for the bag and myself. After a few more angry songs the anger in me began to show through. I twisted and kicked it switching back and forth and in between punching it. I fought out my frustration with having to go to that hell hole today, I fought out my disappointment at my loss today, I fought out some of my anger from Inuyasha. I imagined his face in front me and me hitting the bag with my all, turning him into a bloody pulp.

The alarm clock in the corner began to buzz signaling time to stop and get ready for tonight. Yura supposedly works at some bar and gets off around eight because the owner works the nights. Then after I take care of Yura I had to drop off her heart to my boss. Disgusting I know, but to him it's like trophy and for his enemies to know that he has no mercy. What ever strikes his fancy though I guess. As long as I get paid I'm perfectly fine with whatever I have to do.

I took a short shower and brushed my teeth and hair. I put a black bandanna on and went into my closet. I decided on regular blue jeans and long sleeve black shirt. The shirt was fuzzy and would keep me warm tonight. I tied on my black sneakers and put on my leather trench. On the inside of my coat was where all my weapons were. Except a few throwing knives hidden in my cloths.

I took the bus downtown into the bad neighborhood. When I got off I had to walk nine blocks to reach the bar. The streets were everything, but empty. There were junkie cars clunking down the streets and people everywhere out smoking or sifting through garbage. The neon lights were dull and dim. The bugs and smells were unbearable. I had to put my nose on the inside of my shirt.

I finally reached the bar around ten to eight. People were still just going in after their shifts at work ready to drown out their hurts and sorrows. Men that would walk by would try to pick me up, but I would just open my jacket and they would back off. They'd stagger down the street and try to pick up the next girl they came face to face with. I leaned against the wall near the end of the bars back alley way. I light a cigarette. I actually don't smoke. Kills you slowly. I just hold it in my cheeks and exhale. People would think something is up if they walked by and someone was just standing there.

I looked down at my watch. 8:13. Yura should be off duty and be leaving in a few minutes. With that thought a girl burst through that back metal door. Inside I could hear faint music and clinking dishes. A cloud of smoke exhaled out of the doors mouth. I saw her. She had on a black mini and a reveling black top. Her jacket was a half jacket so it didn't help much. Her boots scuffed the gravel road.

She didn't see me until she was almost to the street. A look of fear washed her face and she became so pale she became translucent. Her red eyes started to glaze and well up. I could see that she knew she was going to die tonight. She knew her death was inevitable. I opened one half of my jacket and pulled out a gun. I took aim at her then I took aim at her purse. I shot. She put the purse into her stomach and turned her back toward trying to protect it.

She thought she got me with that innocent act. I read in her file that said she was almost immortal. Her only weakness was a skull that held her spirit. Also it said that it never left her sight. From her cloths it was obvious to tell it wasn't on her. So, by use of elimination I concluded it was in her purse. I proved to be correct with the way she dived to protect it.

I walked up to her and pulled her back by her hair. She pulled out a comb as a use of defense. I flicked my wrist and one of my daggers cut it in half. I pushed her away while I pulled the purse from her grasp. She fell to the gravel ground hard. I reached in and pulled out a red skull with a pony tail. With no second thought I took my gun and shot it through the top.

Her scream pierced my ears and I had to cover them to protect them. Her scream was so high pitched that to a human ear it was silent. I had to get her heart out before she disintegrated. I dived at her and took out my hunting knife. I drove it into her flesh. The funky stutter happened when it went through a bone. I created a half circled and pushed my hand in. I saw tears run from the corners of her eyes. Her voice stopped and her eyes went empty. She began to twitch from the muscles spasms.

I felt her heart underneath my finger tips. I tore out her heart with a heave of my arm. The blood sprayed from the arteries being broken. I dropped her body on the ground and left her there. I watched as her body twisted and turned even though she was dead. Her skin began to get blackened holes in it like she was being burned from the inside out. I saw her ashes blow away in the wind.

I took out the chest that my boss gave me and put his trophy in. It was wooden and small but it had enchantments and sutras carved into it to prevent it from being destroyed.

I walked out of the alley and threw my cigarette down onto the ground. I smashed out the end with my sneaker and walked on like nothing happened. I had to deliver my hits heart at ten.

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