A/N: Chapter two and three revisions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Chapter 2: Blood, Bullets, and Freefall.
Komamaru had always assumed the universe had it out for him in a karmic sort of way. In fact he had stayed up late at night drinking with Miroku and musing on this very thought with his go between, who had assured him that in fact that was not how the universe worked, but Komamaru had stubbornly persisted in his view that he was simply a name that the cosmos had pulled from out of it's hat, and would continue to plague until it finally grew bored with him--- whenever that was.
After all he had lost his parents when he was 6; murdered in front of his eyes by the yakuza because they had refused to pay protection money. He had barely escaped the family shop after the thugs had set it on fire; his parents corpses had been cremated inside.
Then being hired 7 years later by the man he had vowed to kill.
Followed by falling in love with the demons favorite courtesan.
Then losing her in a bloody conflagration, lit by the spark of Sesshomaru's murder at Komamaru's hands.
Yep, it certainly didn't seem coincidental, at least not to him.
And this latest joke of the universe, this Kikyo copy sitting in the room he had just murdered Inuyasha in was not in the least bit funny. At least as far as he was concerned, though very rarely did it matter what concerned him. Shit just seemed to happen whenever it was least convenient.
Taking a deep breath he walked to the opposite edge of the roof after repacking his rifle he counted to three and charged towards the building. As he leapt from the edge, with the rain falling all around him only one thought occurred: Miroku was going to kill him for this.
He hurtled across the gap between the buildings, the rain whipping around his body along with the darkness, and then he was crashing through the glass and rolling on one shoulder to come to his feet. He charged through the room and out the door, barely aware of the shards of glass pushing out of his skin as his wounds healed, the impact of the fall, or the screaming naked woman in the bed.
He reached the elevator and jumped in, pushing the button for the topmost floor. This would place him one floor below his target, as the penthouse itself was inaccessible except for with special key cards--- well at least that's what the people who ran the hotel and the people who ran Inuyasha's security thought. In reality the air ducts had small service ventricles that he, and few others except demons with the ability to rapidly regenerate flesh, could go through to reach the penthouse. As the elevator reached between the 52nd floor and the penthouse floor he pushed the emergency stop button. The elevator came to a halt and he opened the emergency escape/service hatch at the top, grabbing on to the edges of the hole he pulled himself up, kicking the trap door shut after him. At eye level rested a small air duct hatch, ripping the hatch off he dislocated both his arms and hips and then entered the shaft. Writhing like a snake he made it to one of the larger vertical shafts and relocated his arms. Using claws from the tips of his fingers he scaled his way to the top, where the shaft branched out again. Utilizing the map he had committed to memory he went to the left, and after moving about 3 or 4 yards peered up through the opening to an air duct. Below him lay the first of the three security check points between himself and Inuyasha's bed chamber. Two goons, in regular thug uniform, a black suit with matching tie, were standing behind a counter. A security monitor displayed a rotating view of multiple parts of the level, including a view of the now empty elevator. The thugs were speaking rapidly into a pair of hand held radios. As they finished they pulled their guns from below the counter, checked their chambers and prepared their clips. Taking aim at the elevator doors they waited.
Sliding the grate off the duct noiselessly Komamaru slid down, using his legs to keep himself aloft, suddenly he grabbed the back of each mans neck, and before either could make a noise, fire their weapons or in any other way give away his position he snapped their necks. He dropped down, using one of the corpses to soften the sound of his boots hitting the carpet. Reaching over he flipped a switch, disabling the security monitors at the rest of the security stations. Undoubtedly this was designed to allow private guests to remain untapped and free to carry out their clandestine meetings without fear of being watched. Too bad they never thought of the obvious fact that this could be used against them.
He silently padded his way down the halls, taking a left and then two rights. As he approached a corner he could hear a man whispering orders to subordinates. He smiled to himself and pulled a small mirror attached to a jet black metal rod from his belt. He used it to peer around the corner and spotted a half a dozen goons in uniform, toting a variety of fully automatic weapons. From pistols to an M16 they were ready for an army. They were loading and checking their weapons, those that were finished were peering around nervously. Komamaru decided to deliver unto them, a face to match their fear. He stood up and checked his favorite weapons, a pair of 11 mm pistols. Specially designed they carried the punch of a shotgun and had the range of a rifle to boot. The current rounds inside were a nitro cap, with a C4 infusion for extra bang. These things were designed by the military to bring down demons and heavily armored infantry. Hell enough of these could take down a tank, there was no way that a few Kevlar vested grunts could survive one of these. He wondered momentarily if he could get a pair of them with one blast, and then he was moving. His long black coat whirled around his ankles as he rounded the corner and brought his guns up.
The first two men didn't know what had happened, the bullets taking the first one in the throat, blasting his head almost completely off, except that 2/17ths of a centimeter of skin on the back of his neck held his head to the remainder of his body. The second one took the bullet to his chest, and there was a moment when you could see the opposite side of the room through his body. Then pressure and gravity sucked his viscera into the gap as he collapsed.
The other four whirled as his guns went off, the third man bringing his gun to bear on Komamaru who fired once, blowing the right side of his targets upper body off. The fourth man started to fire as Komamaru rolled towards the wall on his left, firing a shot into the machine gun wielding mans eye. His head exploded, splattering the room with blood, brain matter, and bone. All that was left of his head was a stub of spinal cord sticking out of what was once the bottom of his neck.
Twisting to his left, Komamaru unloaded both of the cannons in his hands. Striking each of the remaining two men with six or seven rounds, killing them and leaving a gory smear behind. He reloaded his weapon, but decided to switch to his personal treasure, a specially modified colt 45 magnum. He cycled through the six chambers of the gun, making sure they were loaded.
The magnum was a weapon that had served Komamaru well in the years since he had become a bodyguard and assassin. Its rectangular barrel resembled that of a Desert Eagle, and its grip was specially designed for his hand personally. It was one of the two gifts, out of the many that Sesshomaru had given him during his years of service, which he had kept after killing the other demon. It was even more powerful than his 11 mm pistols, able to penetrate the toughest of armors, the thickest of hides. It also came with interchangeable rounds with different properties, though unlike the pistols, which utilized clips for their rounds, the magnum had its rounds loaded manually and thus it was easier to change between different rounds. Another nifty feature for this particular gun was its triple shot feature. The barrel of the gun actually contained a special mechanism for loading and simultaneously firing three bullets.
He loaded the gun with one flash bang bullet, then two immolation rounds, and three explosive rounds to cap it all off. Now all he needed was a few targets and he'd have a real party going. He took off down the hall, treading softly on the plush carpet, moving silently and deadly through the building.
He reached a corridor in a few minutes; it emptied out into a lobby of sorts, a personal guard station at the end, in front of the doors to the private bedroom. Using the same mirror as before he peered around the corner; only two guards awaited him. He stepped out and fired his first round at the ceiling. The guards looked straight at him and were blinded by the bright light as the bullet contacted the ceiling and detonated.
Komamaru's flash bang bullets were relatively simple in design. A sodium cylinder, which made the body of the bullet, was coated in brass, and at the tip was placed a small glass bubble filled with water. The tip was covered in a soft alummunim. When the bullet impacted on something, the soft tip would smash inwards and shatter the glass bubble containing the water. Sodium reacted violently when it came into contact with water, exploding and generating a loud bang along with a bright flash. The amount of sodium and water in the bullet were not enough to do permanent damage to an opponent, but they could blind the target for several minutes.
Komamaru took aim at the goon on the left and pulled the trigger, the immolation bullet exploding on contact with the target and burning him alive internally, killing him in a few moments. He then did the same to the goon on the right. He had reached his destination.
In front of him stood to large oak paneled doors. The oak covered the titanium steel underneath, providing an excellent disguise for the powerful shield. Komamaru first snapped open his gun and rearranged the remaining three bullets into a triangle and then took aim and fired all three shots simultaneously, the exploding rounds contacted the surface of the doors, shattering the oak and destroying the lock. He was in.
He heard a girl coughing as smoke poured into the room from his triple shot, Kikyo was awake. He charged into the room and grabbed her, pulling her over his shoulder he went to the stair well located opposite of the bed room. She pounded on his shoulder shouting at him to put her down. He didn't have time to explain now, but he would later. He ripped the door off its hinges and sent it flying into the stair well room smashing in the skull of the guard on the other side. He didn't bother with the stairs, simply grabbing the outer edge and hauling himself and Kikyo up.
When they made it to the top he saw the electronic key pad that secured the roof door. He didn't have time for this! Undoubtedly, the remainder of the security forces would be charging up, as the doors had been equipped with electronic sensors that detected when they opened and closed. He smashed his fist into the keypad and tore it off, before kicking the now unlocked door out of the way. He charged across the rain water slicked roof, headed towards the edge.
He was 30 meters away when the guards reached the roof top. 20 meters away when they took aim and he tossed Kikyo across the roof behind another access shed, undoubtedly she would have snapped her ankle, but a broken ankle was better than a bullet in her head. 10 meters away when they opened fire and he went down in a swirl of mud, rain water and blood.
A/N: Yeah, pretty good rewrite in my own opinion.