Disclaimer: Is there any real point to this? I obviously don't own Inuyasha. I mean is Gainex (or whoever the fuck it is that does own the damn show) really going to care if I just stop putting this stupid disclaimer in?
A/N:
Looks through the Inuyasha area.
Notices all the poor grammar/spelling and repetitive story of Inu-Kag
Vomits until his internal organs spill onto the pavement.
You're all crack heads if you haven't read this far and/or haven't reviewed.
Chapter 4: New Names and Nonexistence
They wove through the streets of Tokyo, an odd looking pair, a man with barely any clothing on his upper body, and a girl wearing a light silk semi-transparent night gown. She clutched his back, never having ridden a motorcycle and not knowing where they were going, she clung to the sturdy frame of the demon in front of her, her face pressed into his back. She could feel scars on his front where her hands were, long thing scars, scars that ran around his sides and to his back. She looked at the scars on his back; they were tinged green and black by some toxin, and when she gently touched one he seemed to flinch under his skin, an almost subconscious movement. She felt like crying, knowing that the man who had freed her from a life of indemnity and slavery felt such pain; her heart wept with sorrow for him. She wondered who he was and where they were going, but most of all why he had rescued her.
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Komamaru moved his bike with ease, guiding it through the streets with a sure hand. All the while he thought about his name. Kikyo had given it to him.
When he was 6 his parents had been murdered, he had tried to bury his past after that, even losing his name in the stark fog of time, training himself to kill, all but losing any reason to other than he had discovered a talent for doing so. He had given up his name, and when he had signed up with the yakuza he had been called No-Name by Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru found it amusing that a man who operated in the shadows, who was supposed to not exist, didn't really exist. After all, how could one be a person, or even exist, without a name. He had gone through that fog for two years, until he met Kikyo. She had laughed when she had heard Sesshomaru call him No-Name the first time, her lilting chuckle causing Sesshomaru to lift an eyebrow at his favorite courtesan. She would often sit in the garden at nights, humming to herself, looking at the moon and beautiful flowers and Komamaru had taken to watching her. She seemed so sad, he thought, like she was punishing herself to prevent suffering for someone else. He had taken to keeping her company whenever he was home, walking with her and talking to her. Eventually she asked his name, and seemed genuinely concerned when he told her he didn't have one.
She had taken to calling him Komamaru then, Koma coming from Komasoujiro, her younger brother. "He died when he was a child. He fell very ill, we spent all our money trying to save him but he still died and we were left in debt. I had to become a courtesan in order to keep my family fed. My parents are both dead and my elderly grand parents can no longer work." She had been smiling while she said this, but he knew that she was crying on the inside. Kikyo was stronger than he had ever known someone to be. "Maru," she said "from our "great" lord Sesshomaru."
He had laughed at that and replied "Hm, well that's one gift he's given me that I enjoy." She had laughed "Don't say something like that. There's a saying about counting your chickens before they hatch." He had laughed back, and grabbed her around the waist; pulling her to him he had stared deep into her eyes. He had been so close, he could have kissed her, and he was in fact going to, when Rin appeared. The 16 year old girl giggled at the sight of her master's coveted whore and his assassin. Sesshomaru would no doubt be angry about this and both of them would be punished for it, and since that was the case… Komamaru leaned in and kissed Kikyo tenderly on the mouth, Rin's giggling turned to stunned silence, and Kikyo was too shocked to respond at first. Finally she began to kiss him back, her arms slipping around his shoulder and pulling him against her more firmly, clasping the back of his neck. They enjoyed their embrace for a few minutes, Rin running off to tell their master of the proceedings. Komamaru was split on whether or not he cared what happened because of this. He cared because he didn't want Kikyo hurt, but he didn't care what happened to himself. Even with his new name, he could not bring himself to exist for anyone but Kikyo.
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Finally, Komamaru guided his bike into a large, covered parking lot. He slid into a narrow gap close to an elevator and turned off his Shadow. He grabbed his equipment and slung it over one shoulder, picking Kikyo up and putting her on his back. He walked to the elevator; balancing everything on his shoulder he pushed the button for the lobby. They were home.