Hewo my little pally pal palers. (Yea…a little overboard….oh well). Here's another chapter for you. And for me because I just like writing. Alright enough about me….Lets roll….

Note: I don't own Inuyasha.

Inuyashas POV

I rushed into my room and changed into some new clothes. I really couldn't believe it. They hadn't called me for months. I thought that they didn't need me anymore so I tried to actually get a life. I had to hurry and get over to Mirokus, my number one right hand man. I won't tell him, but that's what he is. My best man, my best friend. I threw on some black jeans and a red shirt. I swung my trench coat over, alternating jumping and shoving my foot into my shoe. The door slammed as I put my black beanie on.

The chains on my pants jingled as I hurried down the stairs. At first I skipped only 3 then 4, then I decided to skip the stairs entirely. I would jump over them and swing with the momentum and with the bar around to the next flight. The elevator in my building has been broken for 2 years and I didn't think they'd be fixed anytime soon. I burst out of the burst onto my street.

People could say I lived in the bad part of town and I don't blame them. Here is where all the drugs, sex, and illegal money head and the city police are too dumb to catch it. That's why they hired me. To be a citizen, but have the resources to take down as many bosses and lords as possible. I ran the 6 blocks down and reached Mirokus building. I pressed his buzzer over and over again. His sleepy voice came on over the speaker.

"WHAT!" He sounded aggravated. He probably was in the process of a deep level 5 REM cycle.

"Miroku! It's me. Let me up."

"Yea…yea. Okay." I heard the door buzz and I pushed it open. Luckily in Mirokus building the elevator worked. I didn't really feel like climbing up 23 floors to reach him. The elevator doors closed and the annoying but catchy music started up. It was interrupted every now and then with static but went on continuously. The dinged sounded and the doors opened. Mirokus room was right across from the elevator so he was standing in his doorway half dressed. He had a sleepy but annoyed look on his face.

"What is it Inuyasha it's 7 at night. I need my beauty rest…" He slurred off from the look of my face. He gestured for me to come in. I brushed by him. He had some cloths on the couch I picked them up and threw them at him.

"Get dressed. They called." The same look of surprise that I had took over his face. He hurriedly put on his shirt and his pants. I sat on his couch kind of amused by the sounds of his hurried steps. He fell a few times swearing profusely at his gracefulness.

"Ready." I got up and exited before him. When we were in the elevator it was silent. A comfortable silence. We didn't need to say anything for the another to know what we were thinking because right now we were thinking the same thing. Why did they call us?

We exited his building and went out to the parking lot. Miroku had saved since he was in the 7th grade for his car. He knew no one was going to get him one so he got odd jobs then a real job. He never spent anything. We always paid for him because we had a deal that as soon as he got his car he'd have to dive us around for his debt to be paid. He had a jet black T-bird with black interior. He even had the nerve to put the fake dice on the front mirror.

He started the ignition and started driving before we spoke. He was on an auto pilot to this place. We were in the 9th grade we got caught trying to jump a car. We figured since no one ever got caught we wouldn't. But the police caught us. We thought we were going to juve but the chief made a deal with us. We would become 'undercover' sort of for the deals going on in our part of town. Me and Miroku jumped at the chance soon as he said it. As we got older we trained with them on one weekend of the months but we were fast learners and soon were able to take on the jobs themselves. When ever headquarters got a new job for us they would call us with our designated poem lines so no one could decipher them. I got mine from Alone because I was a demon, well half-demon, and I did love alone. They thought it fit me.

Miroku pulled onto the gravel road that we've driven down many times before. We would drive to the outskirts of town to a old shack. The chief would meet us there and tell us who our hit is and our deadline. We got an hour to prepare and study the file. The chief would being what ever weapons we would need, if we needed them, for our job. Miroku pulled up to the shack and turned off the car. We both sat there, only hearing each others breathing. I opened my door and Miroku followed.

The shack was so old that the wood turned from brown into a dull gray. It was falling apart. The door was hanging on one hinge and creaked when you opened it. The dust attacked my nose with a vicious revenge. I heard Miroku sneeze. A light turned on and the light caused everything to fall into an even more mysterious shadow. I saw the chief sitting in the chair next to the table. He lifted his head and threw to copies of the same file on the table. We took our seats in front of him.

He was about in his 50's but still well built. He looked worn and tired. He was unshaven which we never saw his as and his crow-feet eyes seemed even more creased. The lines around his mouth with were always used in his smile when stiff and dull. He heaved out a heavy sigh.

"Sorry we haven't been in touch for a while."

"A while! It's been 8 months. That's ¾ of year!" Miroku jumped up. He had given up a lot to take the jobs for the police. He had been harboring that bitter attitude toward themfor some time. We were always taking down bosses trying to find the main man, then we could have our lives back. Not that I minded this life, but it would be nice to do normal teenage stuff at night. Parties, clubs, hang with friends on weekends, and complain about management at your latest job at the mini-mart or grocery store.

"I know. And I apologize. We need you this time. This boss has eluded every single man and agent we got out there. You guys are our last chance to catch him. He's the head honcho of every single deal in the city." He stopped there to see if we were listening. We were all ears. This was our chance to begin the end. The police would let us go and our black marks on our record would disappear for forever. Then the regular police and agents would take care of the rest of the smaller bosses, corner managers, and runners. We'd be free for all the normal stuff that teens do.

"He moves so quickly that when we get a team together he's gone. He's like a shadow at noon. One minute he's there and the next he's vanished. For once we pin pointed him, but we trying something different. We aren't going to assemble a team, giving him time to hear and run again. We going to send you two in right away. He won't be warned or have time to even pack. Only try to arrest him, but if he resists. Kill him he's caused enough damage to this city. I won't regret a thing if he lives no more. Your deadline is tonight. Everything you need is in the locker and your file. Good luck boys." He got up, straightened and pushed in his chair. We heard his car start and he drove away. Miroku and I sat there reading the file over and over. He was our last if we succeeded tonight. I looked up and at Miroku, he returned the stare. We both nodded.

We got up and went to the locker. There was a lot of hand guns and a change of cloths. We looked at the cloths and looked at each other and burst out laughing. I mean the belly-gut bursting kind. We were so giddy to get this over with. Not to metion our clothes were totally ridiculous. The police always color coded us. I was red and Miroku was purple (AN: Surprise surprise on with the story…sorry.)

Apparently the Boss holed up in a club he owned. Some where downtown, in our part of town, called the Shikon. It was a huge train station for hook ups and drop offs. Not to mention it was heavily guarded so we had to be one of the club goers. This, for sure was going to be interesting. Miroku and I went into separate corners to change and set up our weapon placement.

When we turned around we both burst out laughing again. Miroku looked awful. Well, at least to us. I knew I did too by the way he was doubled over from laughing. He was wearing some jeans that were torn and ripped fashionably and he had had purple wife-beater shirt underneath a collared purple and white striped dress shirt. He retied back his hair and put on some dark sunglasses. From get dressed and his silly smile I knew I was a bit worse. I had on light blue jeans and a red t-shirt with some name brand on. Thanks to the chief though they got me a red beanie. You could say we were dressed preppy, but I'm not big on stereotypes. I put on my black glasses and we got in the car and drove towards the club.

It was on a corner and covered in neon lights. There was a line reached around the block a ways. We got in line. If we stood out to much from the crowd people would remember and we can't have that. The is the most important and delicate job we've ever had. If front of us was a group of girls that had an annoying giggle. The wired thing was that they seemed to be wired to the same power source. They all would giggle at the same time. We were almost to the door. We could see the bouncers. They were just like the movie ones. Big and buff with the black shirts and dark glasses.

I saw a few people allowed ahead of the line and let in on a separate rope. Seemed to be big shots because everyone knew them. They'd scream 'hellos' and other hints of a relation with them. One person though hidden underneath a trench and a hood walked up. They were petite and small, but I could see nothing else. They spoke with the bouncer and they let them in. No one screamed hello or anything. They didn't even notice the person. Something was up. A deal probably going on. Good. Miroku and I could get 2 bosses at the same time.

After about 15 minutes we were let in. The hall was dark and the walls were lined with people. Passed out…tired…making out. We went into the main room. Strobe lights hit us and the music blared from the ceiling. All around were discolored and disoriented mirrors. Everything was black and silver making the strobes even brighter. There was some stairs that lead down into a pit were all the dancing was. When you looked over the bar you could see an ocean of stuttered moving people. Miroku and I found a table in that back. We had to find the VIP rooms and figure a way up there.

A waitress took our orders and walked away. We found the VIP stairs and saw that in the ceiling were one way mirrors. They were the only possible place. A way to keep an eye on things with out being known. We spotted the stairs in the corner. Spiral stairs painted black to blend in with the wall. We watched the crowd to see if anyone was watching the stairs. From the looks of it no one was. There had to be body guards at the top though.

My thoughts kept returning to that shady person earlier. I hadn't seen them come out and I hadn't seen them come down the stairs. I searched the floor for someone that might fit what I got out of them, but that would be close to impossible. I heard some clanking on the stairs and saw a man being helped down. He was bruised and bloodied up. Yep…that was the place. I downed the rest of my drink and got up. Miroku took one last sip. He wasn't a big drinker. He liked being in control of his body. I whispered to him that we were going to act wasted when we got to the top. That way it would be easier to get close to the guards to knock them out.

We climbed the stairs. I was on high alert for any sign of anyone knowing we were going up. I was right at the beginning of the hallway were two big men. I mean with them standing there they took up the whole doorway. From their scent they were bear demons. Oh great. The last few steps we staggered up. We made our eyes lazy and Miroku leaned on me pretending a need for aid in walking. We smiled at each other goofily. This was going to be fun. Miroku looked up pretending to just notice the men.

"HEY! Look Inuya…Inuyah…uh…Inu. There's some more friends. HEY!" Miroku used his other hand to swing up in a big hello. We walked over to them and I poked one in the chest.

"Where…have you been. We've been looking ALL over the place for you guys!" I made sure to slur my 's' and breathe out heavily so they'd smell the alcohol on my breath. That was the ticket to the drunk game. Demons could smell it. With that one drink earlier they'd totally believe I had more then I did. They sneered at us and one pushed me away.

"Go back downstairs." His voice was low and threatening. I shrugged and turned around. I saw Mirokus face, he was confused. My back was towards them and I swung around fast slamming my fist into the guards jaw. Knocking him out with one punch. The other one tried to jump me but Miroku stuck out his foot. The grabbed the guards head and shoved it into the wall. He fell a top of the other. We walked over them and into the plush red hallway. There was only one door at the end of the hallway. It was open a crack and the light poured into the dark hallway. Miroku and I snuck up to the door ready to surprise him when we heard the conversation going on inside.

"Job well done, Kagome. Here's your pay," We heard a thunk and someone shifting. His voice got quieter, "You sure you don't want to stay?" We heard a slap and someone stomping towards the door. I recognized that scent. My eyes got wide.

"Naraku, I work for you. That's it. You know the drill when there's a new hit."

"You don't want them to find out do you?" I heard an exhale and a faint smell of smoke. I couldn't move. Couldn't be. My nose was playing tricks on me. No way she would be here.

"Who are you talking about?" I turned to look at Miroku. His eyes were wide. He recognized her voice.

"I'm surprisedyou didn't smell them. With you talent and all. Open the door." We tried to hurry back, but the door swung open and we fell into the room. It was black and dark purple. We stood up quickly and came face to face with Kory. No way. She inhaled a quick breath and her eyes widened a bit.

"Kagome, tell me who your friends are. It's rude not to introduce." I looked towards a chair that the voice derived from. He was a thin man with a mane of black hair that was pulled back. On the table next to him was an ash tray and a box held open with what looked like a heart. He smirked and smashed out his cigarette. Kory just stood there with the door held in her grasp. I saw her turn her head slowly toward him. She reeked of blood and sweat. She started to shake her head 'no' but he wasn't paying any attention.

"Or do you not know her? Kagome?" He still had a smirk plastered on his face.

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