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Torn
Chapter Seven: Betrayal
Ayame stormed through the dim hallways on floor seven, her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her blue eyes fiery.
I have to know…if what Kouga said was true. If so…then Kouga? You've got a new comrade.
She barreled through the door at the end of the hallway, straight into Naraku's office.
It was, as it had been only three days ago, still dark, the only light coming from the dim light outside and the lamp on Naraku's desk.
And, as if he'd been waiting there for her, there sat Naraku, a wicked smirk cast upon his handsome face.
"Ah, Akki, you seem angry, what's the matter? Is Kouga dead?" He asked.
"Not quite." Ayame snapped. It was Wednesday, her due date, thought she hoped Menomaru had told Naraku about the Friday date. "I have something else I need to ask you before I can go through with it."
"Go ahead." Naraku said.
He knows. Ayame thought. I can tell by the look in his eyes, he knows why I'm here. He knows everything.
"Did you see Kouga as a potential assassin? Is that why you initially drew him in with you?"
Naraku nodded. "Yes. But why would all this matter?"
"Oh, it matters." Ayame snapped. "Are you the one who ordered the attack on my house? All because you saw I had potential?"
Once again, Naraku nodded. "Yes."
Ayame's heart stopped. She started at him, wide-eyed, in horror.
"So…I killed Atashi, all those men…and all for nothing. I'd killed the wrong person." She breathed.
"You are a clever girl aren't you?" Naraku smirked. "It's true. But you can't do anything about it now can you?"
"Yes, I can." Ayame hissed, pulling her blade from her pocket and holding it defensively towards Naraku. "I can kill you now."
Naraku laughed and held up his hand. In it was a gun, the barrel pointed at the seventeen-year-old.
"What do you think will win Akki? My gun or your blade?"
She didn't answer.
"Don't be stupid." He laughed. "I'll kill you before you can blink."
Ayame glared at him, but lowered her hand. "Consider me resigned. I quit."
"You know you can't do that." Naraku snapped. "I won't let you leave here alive."
"Oh, those men at the front desk? Yeah, they're dead." Ayame growled. "And I can take on anyone in here. Just try to stop me. If you want Kouga dead, kill him yourself. Oh, and good luck with that, since he just got a new body guard."
"Oh really, who's that?"
"Me." Ayame retorted. "I will see to it that you go back to hell. Even if it means teaming up with Kouga."
With that Ayame turned on her heel and walked from Naraku's office, slamming the door behind her.
Naraku sat back in his chair, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Did you hear that? She's thinking of betraying me."
"Not smart." A boy said, stepping from the shadows, casting his face in an eerie glow. "Considering she just told you her plan."
"True." Naraku laughed. "You know what to do. I want her dead, and then Kouga. No mess, got it?"
The boy nodded, his amber eyes flashing. "Yes sir."
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Ayame didn't know what to do. She couldn't stay in her apartment any longer than to get her stuff and go. And once she did…where could she go?
Kagome's? Sango's? Inuyasha's?
Kouga's?
She sighed and ran her hand through her hair, pulling out the purple flower and looking at it, then sliding it back into her hair.
I have to go back to get my stuff. Then I'll figure everything out. She thought, turning the corner and walking up the pathway and up to her apartment door.
She slid in the key and walked in, walking down the long hallway of doors and finding her own, unlocking it and stepping inside.
As soon as she was inside, she closed the door and locked it, bolting it and everything.
She went and flicked the switch for the lights, but nothing happened.
"What?" She mumbled. "Not surprising…this place is so crappy."
She shrugged and quickly walked over to her bed, gathering her clothes and things into her bag.
"Where's my jacket…" She sighed, turning to look in the bathroom for her other things.
When she saw something from the corner of her eye.
A figure, tall and lean, standing in the corner of the room, hidden in the shadows.
He stepped out into the light from the window, it was in the middle of the afternoon…what was a guy doing in her room at this time?
"Who are you?" She asked, taking her blade from her pocket. She looked on the counter for her other knife, only to find it was gone.
"It doesn't matter who I am." The boy said, his tone was low and gentle, almost…trustworthy.
He had long straight silver hair that fell almost to his waist. His eyes were a cold amber and his face was emotionless, reminding Ayame somewhat of Kikyo. He was tall, much taller than Ayame, with a strong looking body.
A knife in his hands.
Ayame's knife.
So he doesn't like guns either? Interesting.
Naraku had, already, sent someone to kill her.
"You know why I'm here." The boy said.
Ayame nodded. "One word; Naraku."
The boy did not smile, he did not smirk, his face did not move. "Correct. He doesn't like anyone turning his back on them."
"Looks like he needs someone to listen to his problems." Ayame said, backing away as the boy took a few steps towards her. "Seriously, he has forgiveness issues."
The boy did not answer, he just kept moving forwards, Ayame matching his movements with her own.
This guy is creepy…why did I have to bolt the door?
He also reminded her of someone…he looked almost like Inuyasha, but with a cold face and a different voice and straighter hair. But otherwise, they had the same eyes and hair color.
They can't possibly be related. Ayame thought, her back hitting something hard.
A wall.
The boy's face, finally, moved, his lips curving up slightly, ever so slightly. "Looks like you have nowhere to go. This will only take a moment, then you won't feel anything."
"Yeah right." Ayame laughed under her breath, her eyes darting to the window. Her bag in her hand, she made a break for it.
And the boy was, surprisingly, fast.
He lashed out and grabbed her hair, tugging back violently, causing the girl to fall to the floor.
She looked up at him, fear rushing through her like adrenaline. This was the first time she'd ever been afraid of another person. Ever.
He held the flower that had been in her hair, in his hand. Tossing it to the floor, he advanced on her again.
"Naraku wants you dead, Akki." He said.
He doesn't know…my real name? Ayame couldn't help but think.
As the boy made a grab for her, Ayame jumped up and kicked him in the stomach, sending him to the floor.
But, as if he hadn't been hit at all, he got right back up and came at her with such agility Ayame didn't have time to think as she was sent flying into the wall across the room, landing, thankfully, on her soft bed, a stream of blood slithering from the corner of her mouth.
He's like a fucking robot! Ayame thought frantically, her eyes searching for an escape. I can't beat him on my own!
The boy walked over to where Ayame half lay half crouched on the bed and grabbed her neck, pulling her towards him.
Ayame clawed at his arm and wrist, desperately trying to get him to let go of her neck, but his grip only tightened.
What am I supposed to do? He can't be brought down by brute force…and I don't have my gun handy. Someone…help me!
When suddenly, Ayame got an idea. It had worked many times on her account when her targets found out who she really was before she got a chance to end their lives. It only worked, of course, on male targets.
And at that moment, the boy choking her was her new target.
Her eyesight growing fuzzy, Ayame used what strength she had left to lean forward and catch her lips with his.
To say that boy was shocked would have been an understatement. His grip on her neck loosened, somewhat, and Ayame got her chance.
She quickly kicked him backwards one last time and jumped off the bed, snatching her bag from the floor and rushing across the room to the door.
She unbolted the door and unlocked it, but that's as far as she got.
The boy had recovered quickly, too quickly, and had appeared behind her, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her away from the door, his other arm around her neck tightly.
So Ayame did the only thing she could think of.
She screamed.
"Someone help me!" She cried, kicking as the boy lifted her slightly off the ground, enough to carry her away from the door. "Help! He's trying to kill me!"
"Shut up Akki." The boy hissed in her ear. "That's hardly honorable, an assassin crying out for help."
"Fuck you." Ayame snapped, kicking with all her might.
Loosing his patients, the boy tossed Ayame over his shoulder, sending the girl slamming into the ground.
Ayame lay there, the wind knocked from her and her head aching, coughing slightly, her arm clutching her stomach.
The boy stood over her, looking down at her, almost…surveying her, somehow.
"Too bad." Was all he said.
He took the knife from the sleeve of his black jacket and knelt beside Ayame, pressing the blade against her neck.
"I'll see you in hell." Ayame managed to whisper.
The boy smiled down at her and leaned forward, planting one kiss, one last kiss, onto her lips.
Just as he was, however, about to sink the blade into her throat, there was footsteps outside the door and someone shouted "This is the police"
The boy frowned and pulled the blade away from Ayame, his face inches from hers. "I'll see you soon, Akki. Don't go too far now."
With that said he stood and rushed over to the window, sliding it open with ease and disappearing.
Ayame coughed and rolled onto her side, clutching her neck. She could feel something wet, blood, from where the blade had partially cut
her flesh.
"Ayame!" A voice said from the door.
Ayame looked up and was not surprised to see Kouga standing there, Ginta and Hakaku standing behind him, their eyes wide in shock.
Kouga was across the room in two steps, kneeling at her side and gathering her weak form into his arms.
"No…" Ayame said. "Stay away"
"It's okay." He said softly, reassuringly, holding her tightly against his chest as he got to his feet, carrying her bridal-style. "It's over"
"How did you…know?" She breathed.
"I heard screaming." Ginta smiled, walking beside Kouga as the three boys left the room. "So we came in, you left the door open a bit"
Thank God. Ayame thought.
"What happened?" Kouga asked.
Ayame sighed and relaxed against his chest, closing her eyes. "He…I'm on your side…now."
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