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A/N: Just a few pointers…I decided to change some stuff around, since there will maybe be flashbacks or something, so…
"This is Speech."
'This is thought.'
"---"indicates a flashback--
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Wondering
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A Pale-faced man with long black hair swept into a ponytail, clad in an indigo suit, pulled up in a matching silver Mercedes, and walked inside a cold-looking silver building.
He entered the revolving doors, and took a private elevator to floor number twenty-five, a floor reserved only for special personnel. He got out and entered an office with a platinum sign announcing "Notifications".
A white-haired lady of twenty-four was typing away at a flat screen computer, also the color of platinum. In fact, the whole room, excluding the grey couches and chairs, looked to be made out of…metal. It was a downright depressing place. But then again, the woman working at her PC didn't look like Ms. Bright Sunshine, either.
The man walked up behind her and said in a cold voice void of cheeriness, "Any news yet, Kanna?"
The white-haired lady turned around in her swivel chair, and looked at the man through her hoary eyes that were almost a pastel grey.
"They got the correspondence, sir, and are currently on the plane on their way to Hawaii." She said in a quiet, almost childlike voice.
A half-smile appeared on the man's pale face for just a second.
"Excellent. All four of them?"
"Yes sir, all four of them. The package includes two males and two females. Our informers are notifying us of their proceedings."
"And the two pieces of the artifact?"
"One piece is in this female's handbag sir," Kanna gestured to a picture of a pretty raven-haired girl that had suddenly popped up on the computer's screen, "located under her seat—seat 22B. The other piece is in this male's pocket, seat 22A." A picture of a silver-haired man with golden-amber eyes came up on the screen next to the other one.
"Excellent. However, it is not time to obtain it yet, Kanna. We must let them enjoy themselves before we…" A malicious grin crossed his features, "how should I say it…attack. Something tells me they're not going to let go of it that easily."
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'Damn, when did I get so tired?'
Inuyasha rubbed his eyes. The spell was slowly draining him out of his energy, especially during that time he had almost choked that annoying man, Hobo or Joho or something like that. If he got angry again the spell would probably waver dangerously and could even shatter.
He reached in his pocket and fingered the half of a shiny pink ball. The ball emitted a faint pallid glow at the touch, and the boy felt a little better.
He turned to look at the raven-haired girl sitting beside him, who was watching one of those chick flicks on the TV in front of her. It was ending with a picture of a couple intertwined in each other's arms, silhouetted in a sunset. Inuyasha's lip curled in disgust, even though the wimpier part of him longed for someone like that again. His eyes clouded with distant memories and he turned away.
'Don't remember...'
The credits scrolled up on the now-black screen, and Kagome turned her face toward the boy who had been looking over her shoulder, even if he had been trying to hide it.
"So, Inuyasha, let's get to know each other." She said cheerfully, stretching out the kinks in her shoulders and arms.
He grunted, "You first."
Kagome scrunched up her face in thought, "Well, you know my name is Kagome, I'm twenty, um…I was born in a shrine in Japan, and…um, that's it I guess. What about you?"
The silver-haired boy shrugged, "Keh. I like Ramen."
Kagome raised an eyebrow at this odd revelation. "I kinda figured after you yelled at the stewardess for not having it."
Inuyasha shrugged again, "Whatever." and closed his eyes.
Kagome noticed how peaceful he looked like that, and knew he wouldn't like it if he knew she was staring. But she couldn't help but observe that when he closed his eyes, it was almost like his softer self was trying to get to the surface, constantly pushed down by his hard outer shell.
Has he ever loved anyone? She wondered, finding it as something very unlikely for him to do.
A voice on the plane speakers interrupted her thoughts.
"Passengers please buckle up. We are now arriving in Honolulu, Hawaii. We hope you had a pleasant flight. Thank you for flying with HAW-AIR."
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"This is not the time, you lecher!" Sango exploded to the dark-haired man and punched him out of the way.
"But my dear lady, I was only trying to help you fasten your seatbelt," protested the injured boy.
Sango rolled her eyes, no longer affected by his pathetic excuses, "Listen, you pervert. If you're going to help me in any way, you are not going to touch me…" she narrowed her eyes at him. "I think you're forgetting I am a master weapon-wielder, a third-degree black belt on jujitsu, Tae Kwan Doe, and judo, and that I can successfully break any bone on your body before you can scream."
Miroku, now white-faced, nodded and became fascinated with the seat in front of him.
Maybe I should lay off for a while, he thought and grinned, until we land, anyways.
Inuyasha didn't like hurrying. He also didn't like crowds, loud people, nosy people, bustling, rushing, and many other forms of hurrying. That's why he pulled Kagome back down when she was getting up after the plane landed.
"Why bother?" he muttered, "It's not going to make a difference. You're still going to get off. And I hate crowds." he gestured to the many people pushing through each other to get access to their luggage and to get off the plane.
Kagome opened her mouth in protest, but instead of a response, an enormous yawn came out of it when a wave of sleepiness hit her. She checked her watch. Of course. It was her bedtime back in Japan.
Inuyasha watched her in mild amusement.
Well I don't see the harm in sleeping for ten minutes, Kagome thought, rubbing her eyes. She closed them and almost immediately drifted off into a peaceful nap.
Inuyasha decided to close his eyes too, and without noticing, his head dropped sideways on Kagome's, whose head was on his shoulder.
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"Ay, that is the story. Ye were privileged with one half, and another was with the other. Now ye two must find each other."
"Bullshit!" He bellowed, "That's the most absurd thing I've ever fucking heard! I'm not going to travel halfway around the world to find my mate!"
She chuckled softly, but did not lose the weight in her tone. "Ye not need to seek far, Inuyasha. The stone has a habit of finding itself, and its halves will be attracted to each other, not unlike a lure."
He rubbed his eyes. "You're confusing me, old hag." He glared up at her, " What the hell do you mean I can't choose my own mate, and this stupid stone finds her for me? What about…"
"Inuyasha, ye must listen! This stone is of great importance, and has many powers that can be used in the wrong ways if acquired by the wrong hands. Ye can use it to benefit, but must also keep it safe with ye life, if needed.
"This stone has basically found ye, Inuyasha, more than the other way around. It is an important relic." She shook her head, "Don't do this to her, Inuyasha. It is not going to work out…"
"What?" he snarled at her, "I'll do whatever I want, you stupid hag! Things will work out! I don't need a fucking jewel to tell me who to love!"
"It's not the jewel, Inuyasha. It is fate."
And she was gone.
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Inuyasha opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that instead of a dream, he had…a flashback of some sort. The second thing he noticed was that his head was resting on the girl who had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
He jumped up, out of his seat, which made Kagome wake up, and with his shoulder being gone, she banged her head on the armrest.
"Hey," she muttered crossly, "what did you do that for?"
Inuyasha choked on his words, "What did I do? You had your head on my fucking shoulder! I think you owe me an apology!"
"What?" My head was on his shoulder? She rubbed her eyes, and yelled, "I don't owe you anything, you big jerk! I would have never done it on purpose!"
He smirked suddenly with obvious arrogance, "Sure you wouldn't have."
"Oooh…" she shut her eyes and clenched and unclenched her fists in anger, "Move out of the way!" she pushed past him and reached up to get her luggage.
Inuyasha stumbled backwards, and huffed, "Damn, are you PMSing or something?"
She shot him a death glare, which made even him quiet down. "Excuse me?"
He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the ceiling of the airplane, "Nothing." He answered innocently.
Kagome rolled her eyes and continued getting her luggage. How was she supposed to spend two weeks with this guy if they couldn't stop fighting for two seconds?
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"Hello, my name is Haruko from NaraCo Inc., and I will be your chauffeur for today." A brown-haired man in a grey suit enquired them, "I will be taking you to your suite in Honolulu." He smiled and led them into the jet-black limo.
Miroku raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Nice, a limo and a suite. What next?"
A flock of tourist girls in bikinis walked past him, waving and giggling. Miroku's grin extended to the size of a banana, and he winked at them suggestively.
It was too late to dodge the newspaper swung at his head by Sango.
Whap!Inuyasha entered the limo warily. He never did like cars. Too much pollution, waste of time starting it up and then another waste of time fixing it. Why not just go by foot?
Kagome filed in after him, and a still-angry Sango, who entered last, pushed Miroku into the vehicle. She sat next to Kagome, who was sitting across the two boys, and fumed silently.
Kagome tried hard not to smile at her friend's expression, but the humor was lost when she noticed something quite odd about the limo.
"Hey Sango," she whispered into her best friend's ear. "Did you notice? There are no handles on the doors of this car. No buttons to open the windows, either."
"Keh. I noticed that too. It's like a goddamn cell in this car."
Kagome wondered how he had heard her, despite her efforts to keep her voice low, but dismissed the thought. She knocked on the tinted window that separated them from the driver. "Um, excuse me?"
The window rolled down an inch. Haruko's eyes peeked out behind it. "Yes?" he inquired.
"Um, is there a reason why there are no buttons to open the windows or no handles to open the doors?"
The face behind the window raised an eyebrow. "Why does it matter?"
"Because it's fucking stuffy in here and I need some fresh air!" Inuyasha complained from the back.
The chauffeur's eyebrows lowered for a second, and Kagome couldn't quite read the look in his eyes, but it didn't appear friendly.
"The air in here is fine. If you want it to be cooler, I'll turn on the air conditioning." And with that the tinted window rose up again.
Kagome settled back in her seat, and exchanged a sideways glance with Sango.
I'm sure it's nothing, she thought nervously and tried to relax
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"Are you telling me that you're refusing to comply, Kagura?"
The woman in front of him met his cold gaze with a fierce one burning with hatred.
"You do know I have complete power over you." He said callously.
The glare intensified. A growl escaped her, and she angrily turned away.
"I do not do anything for you because I want to, you bastard." She spat harshly, and walked off.
He smirked at her retreating form. "Very well, then. I'll see you at ten on Wednesday. Be there."
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The sleek black limo pulled up in front of a luxurious hotel, and all four of them stumbled out, each extremely eager to get out of the car with the strange chauffeur.
Miroku let out a low whistle and leaned over to whisper to Inuyasha. "Hey 'Yasha, check out that hot lady at the front desk." He pointed to the blonde signing a paper of some sort in a mahogany uniform.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes, and snickered at his dark-haired friend's stupidity.
"That's a guy, baka."
Miroku's eyes widened, and he quickly became fascinated with a spot on the pavement, "Oops," he muttered quietly.
"You're more pathetic than I thought."
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Light brown leather couches adorned an enormous room with beige walls that were ornamented with extravagant canvases painted by many renowned artists. The kitchen was a magnificent mixture of marble and wood, with a smooth oak-topped dining table in the middle.
The bedrooms were too beautiful to describe in words. There were four bedrooms in all, and each of the beds harmonized with the beige walls; they were also a taupe color and the cushions and bedspreads were lavishly laced.
Yet the silver-haired boy took none of this in as he lied down on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
Why was it, that however much she pissed him off, he couldn't bring himself to hate her? He could tell in reality she was a sweet person…just not around him.
And then there was the resemblance. A wave of sadness overtook him and he turned on his side on the beige bedspread. Maybe she looked like her, but that was it. She was nothing like her. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the prickly feeling behind them.
The old hag was right…it didn't work out. And it was all my fault.
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