Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Alright, I have yet another story out now! This is so cool! I never thought that I'd have so many! I think I have already written my best stories, but I have fun writing, so I just kept going. I hope this one will turn out as good as the others.

Just a quick warning. I am not a lemon writer and I almost never include innuendos, so if what I write in that *cough* area *cough* sounds awkward, I'm sorry.

I had to put a Japanese word in here. Sorry. Koi means love, dear, and so forth.

Well, here we go!

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Title: Mistaken Mark
The Reason Why
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The room was large, the size of a café or small restaurant. It contained a large, stone-faced fireplace which was empty of wood and ash. Above it hung a large mirror that reflected a few sets of bookshelves, which were filled from top to bottom. A grandfather clock stood next to the closed door which led to the hallway and pictures of previous owners decorated the walls. Two windows rested on opposite sides of a large, elegant balcony which over looked the neighboring dismal, little town. The mansion's largest room- save for the kitchen and family/meeting room- had become his office.

Sitting behind a large oak desk, he taped his pen impatiently as the minutes passed by. It was unusually for him to be so nervous about a new shipment coming in, but he had good reason to be. With his arch rival always showing up with his lackeys, the chance of another lost shipment was considerably high. Plus, he didn't want any more of his employee's deaths on his mind.

"Mr. Himitsu," I voice called from the doorway. A boy, about 8 or so, with rusty brown hair stood there with a worried expression. "It's been intercepted."

"Damn it!" he shouted, flinging his pen across the room in rage. "I'm going to find that rat if it's the last thing I do!"

"Koi, don't speak like that," a female voice responded softly. "You know we'd be lost without you." A woman with long black hair stepped into the room, nodding to its occupants in acknowledgment. With cat like grace, she made her way to the distressed man, smiling in reassurance.

"Yes, but," he sighed, slouching back in his seat.

"But nothing. We all want to find this rat," she told him, sitting on the desk. "So, you don't need to worry so much. We'll find him."

"So, what was it you wanted, Kikyo?" he asked, raising from his chair and walking over to the nearest window to look at the shabby neighborhood below.

"Can't I come to see you once in awhile?" she pouted, playfully. He gave her a knowing look and she sighed in defeat. "You caught me. I wanted to go out this evening to shop for a new dress," she explained, with a smile. "There's a slight problem, though."

"You've already used all of that money I gave you yesterday," he stated, bluntly. She always needed more and was starting to make him pull money from the bottom of the barrel. Unless Mr. Takagi stopped showing up at the drop off and killing his men, he would be flat broke, which wasn't a thing commonly seen by a crime lord. Well, he still had the big boosting in play and the Museum's valuables would be more than enough to support them for quite some time.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yes," he chuckled. Walking to his desk, he pulled open the bottom drawer, lifted a key, jangling it in the air. The others took the hint and left. He walked to the window once again and lifted the sill. Pulling out a small box, he unlocked it, drew out a set of keys, locked it, and replaced the empty box and sill. 'Since when were crime lords supposed to be so secretive, even when with a friend or lover? It's really disturbing to have to hide things so well,' he sighed mentally, shaking his head.

In front of the first bookshelf, he retrieved 'Interview With The Vampire', by Anne Rice, and reached to the back of the shelf. Finding the small lever, he pulled and listened for the gentle click. Replacing the book, he walked to the opposite wall, standing before the stone fireplace. The mirror was swung open by one carefully manicured hand.

He snorted. His brother had to be one of the strangest men he ever knew. He insisted Inuyasha have his nails sharpened to a point, sounding as gay as can be, and marries the daughter of Mr. Takagi, his arch nemesis. 'What a traitor,' he mused, looking at his nails for a moment. 'At least he chose the one that despised her father.' Yet, even after that, he kept the nails. They felt… Empowering.

Turning back to the mirror, he produced another small box, took the key inside, walked to the grandfather clock, and opened the glass door. Once the pendulum was unhooked and removed, he used the key from the mirror to unlock its base floor, leading to another door that was locked. Quickly skimming through the keys, he located the correct one, he opened the flap, showing a digital dial. 50-18-50-15.

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"Thank you, koi," Kikyo said, taking the wad of cash held in front of her. "I'll bring you something back."

"No, that's okay," he replied, waving a hand carelessly at the retreating woman. She blew a kiss to him as she climbed into the limo, winking. He really didn't understand her, nor did he understand the reason he kept her around. 'Down here, buddy,' his mind called, having traveled south for the time being.

He snorted and decided to walk around the mansion's maze for a moment. He knew it like the back of his hand. That wasn't an easy accomplishment, either. There were so many twists, turns, and trails that it was nearly impossible to escape, let alone memorize.

Finding the center with practiced simplicity, he sat on the edge of the secluded pool. This was one of the best things about the mansion grounds. The hedge incased pool. It was relatively deep and twice the length. He sighed, wishing he had thought of a towel before leaving. 'No matter,' he thought wryly. 'I have an... appointment.'

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He stepped out of the cab and entered the massive building to his left. Upon entering, he paid for clearance, smirking. This was easy enough. The police always made scoping the easiest part of the job and any moron that gets caught, gets caught because they didn't scope the place well enough.

He went around the art section, admiring each piece of work with a critical eye, noticing which were originals and which were not. That was easy enough. Most art pieces were dead give a ways, while other took slightly more time analyzing.

Quickly deciding which ones were worth the effort, he mentally jotted them down, along with there location. He had a very strong memory.

Next, antiques. Vases... artifacts... sculptures. 'Hmmm... Nope,' he thought as he ended his search. 'Well, that was easy. Next one!'

The next was artifacts, of sorts. Priceless golds, diamonds, jewels, gems, stones, and so forth. The diamonds were already a sure thing, and many of the gems were to be hoisted- the gold was a necessity. However, he would have to limit the ones to take, otherwise, they'd never get away in time with being so weighed down.

Searching through the gems, something caught his eye. A jewel. Nothing real special about it; a slight pink tint shone from the orb, and nothing more. 'How strange. What would something so dull..?' His musings were cut short when the explanation came into view. 'The Shikon no Tama,' was carved into a plaque, which was placed beneath the jewel's glass covering. 'Interesting.'

He sighed, having come to a decision. Walking around once more, he remapped the building. He left, waving down a cab. 'I'll send someone for the alarms and sensors later. Now...'

A cab halted in front of him, picking up the loner. "So," the driver called, "what next, Mr. Himitsu?"

"The First Union Bank H.Q." he spoke, retrieving his attache case from beneath the seat. "Oh, and tell Mr. Mujaki that I'd like a full electronic surveillance on the Museum and a report on the current standing with the boost."

"Will do," complied the man, turning left. "Here you are, Mr. Himitsu." The car was stopped in front of the indicated bank, waiting only long enough for the named man to exit, before speeding off down the same road.

"Finally," he sighed, seeing the car out of sight. He could never have time to himself, could he?

Crossing the street, he entered an alleyway, slipped through the nearly crushing path, then stepped into the next road. Locating the café, he walked forward and took the nearest table.

After ordering, he leaned back, yawning, as he relaxed. This job was so stressful! Why he ever followed in his father's footsteps was a mystery to him. A mystery he regretted ever having to encounter.

"Here you are, sir," the waitress said, calling his attention back to the dreary world in which he lived. She handed him his drink and was on her way before he could thank her.

'It's not like I was going to anyway!' he huffed, wordlessly.

He surveyed the surrounding area, even though he knew this, too, like the back of his hand. The mall, the theater, the bank, the street- which was home for many a people- and the surrounding buildings were nothing more than a place to live off of. It was a mall, the city itself. Anything and everything a crime lord could ever need was found here. 'In this run down, old town,' he snorted. 'This run down, old town on the outskirts of the 'big city.''

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"Oh, come on Sango-chan! It'll be fun," she cheered. "It'll be a complete rush, too. Just think about it!"

"I will, Kagome-chan," sighed the named girl, "but I don't think we should. What if something bad happens?"

"What could possible go wrong?" Kagome pondered. "It'll be dark- so no one will see. It will be kinda far- so we won't have to worry about being caught by a neighbor or something. And it will be FUN!"

"That 'fun' part isn't helping you," she stated flatly. "I know how you get when you think something is 'fun'."

"You are such a spoilsport," pouted the hyped girl. "Come on, Sango-chan! It'll be the most exciting thing we've done in over… over… Well, it'll be fun!"

Sighing in defeat, thinking 'this is total suicide,' Sango agreed to go.

"Yippee!" She jumped up and danced a bit. "Thank you, Sango-chan! Thank you so much!"

Sango groaned. "Kagome-chan, if anything happens, remember-"

"'I told you so'?" she mocked, quirking an eyebrow. A flat, unhumored look was sent her way as another sigh was heard.

******

Mr. Himitsu made his way back to the bank, scoped it quickly, then left. Again, he waved down a cab, climbed in, and sighed.

"Mr. Mujaki is at the Museum, now, sir," the driver informed him.

"Then that is where we'll go."

"The new guy-"

"Kitsune."

"Yes, the kid. He got himself lost in the maze again," the driver informed him. "Also, Totousai wishes to speak with you upon arrival. He has made a new 'laser' or something."

"Very well, then," Mr. Himitsu said, stepping from the car. Once again, he entered the Museum, paying the due amount. The woman blushed as he walked passed, smirking.

He figured his friend would most likely be working with the jewels and gems, so he made his way to the area, re-memorizing the things he passed. Sure enough, he found him.

'This shall be entertaining,' he thought. Taking a deep breath and deepening his voice, he stepped closer. "Freeze! Hands in the air!"

The man jumped, tensed, and threw his hands. "I surrender! I surrender! Don't shoot! Please, don't shoot!"

Chuckling, Mr. Himitsu cleared his throat, and said, "Calm down Miroku, you pansy." The named man, stiffened, turned around, and frowned.

"That was, in no way, funny, Inuyasha," he hissed. "I almost had a heart attack! And I'm only 22- which is way too young to die."

"And too young to go to jail, so don't give in so easily," Inuyasha stated, smirking.

"Would you rather I get shot?" he asked, flatly. "You play around way too much."

"Only when I have time, which I don't right now… So, how's it looking?" he wondered, suddenly solemn when he spotted his friend's work.

"I was just finishing," Miroku answered, setting back to his job. "I have to place this… And then… uh… And… There!" He stood up, admiring his invisible work.

"Great job," Inuyasha mumbled, looking around one last time. "Now, we only need to give the brat the code for the satellite link-up and to set a date."

"You've selected the items then?"

"Yes," he answered, walking to the exit.

"Oh, and the boost is completed. The exchange was delayed, however," Miroku said. "The Ookami's are back in town, also. Kouga was kind enough to stop by during your absence."

Leaving the building, Inuyasha flagged down his personal driver. "And?"

"Same thing as always," Miroku stated, shaking his head. "He wants a rematch. He's going to kick your ass. You'll be beaten to death by him and only him. And he is going to be the one that sends you straight to Hell. That's all." Inuyasha snorted as the cab pulled up to them. Miroku got in first and Inuyasha, checking the surroundings one last time, received the first glimpse of a major problem.

"K-Kikyo!?" he sputtered, wide-eyedly. A woman with long, flowing black hair stood at the end of the street, too far to hear him. She had one hand tangled in a man's hair as her other curled around his neck, kissing him as if there were no tomorrow. The man, his arms around her waist, had long curly, greasy, dark hair and blood red eyes. "Naraku..."

His friend looked at him, quizzically, then out his window. He located the couple and gasped, but quickly returned to his expressionless state. "So, she was the rat, huh? Makes sense… Mr. Himitsu," he called, grabbing his bosses sleeve, "let us take our leave. We'll do this some other time."

Inuyasha glared at the unknowing couple and nodded, his eyes narrowing maliciously. "She will be the next mark," he growled.

"Who'll carry out this one?"

"I will," he snapped, eyes blazing. "That bitch! How could she do something like this?"

"Well, my guess is that she was with him long before you," Miroku muttered. "She seems much more comfortable around him." Inuyasha snarled at him. "It make's sense, though. Think about it. She's always gone right before a big drop off or heist, so that explains him knowing, and the 'koi' always did sound forced."

Inuyasha slumped back in his seat. "I knew that she was bad news."

"Then why'd you keep her around?" His friend didn't answer. He sighed. "Well, if you were wondering, she will be gone tonight," Miroku said. "She said that, tonight, she would be staying with her friend on the boarder of Tokyo."

"Tokyo, huh?" he muttered, glaring at the couple as they drove passed. 'How did I not see it?' "Tonight it is, then. As for our current schedule… Stop everything. The bank can be done three days from tomorrow and the boost-"

"She does not know that it has been switched," Miroku interrupted.

"So his lackey's will be there… Set a sniper." Inuyasha's face became darker. "I'll want to enjoy the show. I think Kikyo will want to see it as well."

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A/N: Well, that's it for now. I hope you liked it. No this will not be a reincarnate story; I have another reason for the Shikon no Tama, okay? Oh, and, just for fun, the code (50-18-50-15)… Try to figure out why I used those numbers… I have a reason, believe it or not, and it has to do with the series- not this story.

So, good, bad, could be better? Comments, questions, suggestions, anything goes. Creative criticism is appreciated.

Ja ne, minna!