The pigs

Chapter two: My name is… Claudine?

She sat on the front porch, her bare legs dangling off the ledge. Fingers crumpled the side of her newspaper that covered her face. A cop car was parked across the street. An officer leaned against the car talking to his friend who sat inside. Half of her attention was veered towards them; the other half was on the funnies.

It was a hot and sticky day. Most of guys stayed inside with the fan that played dead, while they lay on the plastic couch, getting stuck to it in process. The television played the static, while humming in a monotone tone.

Kagome had on a hockey jersey and a pair of black shorts. Not very fashionable but comfy. A pair of black cheap flip-flops occupied her feet while her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and a pair of aviator glasses balanced on the rim of her nose. She was cooking outside but at least she could hear what the cops knew.

The sound of a radio cackled through the thick air. "You got anything?" The voice asked.

"Nope." The officer said in a bored voice.

"I'll check with you in twenty." The broken up voice then ended.

The officer huffed as he brought his hands behind his head. "These guys we're going after are lunatics." He said looking back to his friends. The mane inside the car just answered by nodding his head as he took another sip of his warm water.

"They broke into a bank, held the costumer hostage and made us shoot them. And in the end they didn't even steel any money!" He practically screamed.

The man that sat inside the car stuck his puffy cheeks out the window. "But didn't they leave like a message on-" he was interrupted.

"I don't give a dam about that! Only children would do such thing!" He muttered foul words under his breath. Her brows came together at his complaint. But she continued to listen.

"But didn't the lead man tell us that it might have been a warning?"

"When did he say that? It's just a bunch of bull." The officer that was in the car just shook his head in annoyance.

Getting up from her spot understanding that the conversation wasn't going to go any further, she dragged her paper along her side as she walled through the open screen door. The boys all lay on the ground. Some tried to make paper fans, but most failed miserably.

Her flip-flops slid off her feet as she jumped over the back of the couch and between two people, legs pulled up to her chest. She listened to the uneven breaths that surrounded her.

"You guys tired?" She asked.

"What do you think? Miroku hasn't even tried to grope your sorry ass yet." Inuyasha said, his head leaning backwards over the couch.

The room was once again filled with silence. "I guess you guys don't talk much."

"Do I look like a fucking people's person?" Inuyasha said in a growl.

"Well I'm sorry Mr. Moody, but I just asked a question." She said in a huff.

"Don't call me that." He said lifting his head.

"Mr. Moody." She said quickly.

"Bitch!" He said pointing a menacing finger at her.

"Pee head!"

"Wench!"

"Old man!" She finally screamed out.

"What?"

"Well your hair is white… you get the point."

"You're so stupid it's funny." He said with as smirk.

Fuming she stood up in a jolt and hurried away from him. Her hand turned the knob on the television switching the channel as she walked by, leaving everyone on awe. Probably none pf them knew there was more than one more channel.

Her hand pushed the revolving door open as she stepped into the kitchen. A cool breeze came through the window. Letting a sigh of relief she trotted over to the fridge. Wrenching it open the only thing she could do is gasp. Half a bottle of beer occupied the middle, a blue piece of toast lay beside it and some hamster food was in corner of it all. An iceberg salad was in a floral plate on the first shelf, looking like hell.

Quickly shutting the door, she couldn't keep herself from making gagging noises from behind her hand. She was now much to scare to see what was in the freezer.

Sitting on the counter she reached over for the cereal box. She could hear the news lady telling the same old stuff.

War is bad and people die… but no one seems to be doing anything.

Some people call it cute when you watch a stranger while you hide from their eye view... but that's when you're about three or four. Now when you are over the age of ten people will say it's creepy and you're actually stalking them. But she liked the other version, the cute one. It made her seem less wicked.

The truth was that she wasn't hiding from him; she was actually sitting two tables across from him, while she sipped her bubble tea. She had on a black pencil skirt and a cotton dark blue jacket covering her chest. Chestnut hair fell down her back and her emerald eyes sparkled in the sun. Her manicured fingers had little palm trees painted on the tip while the base colour was a cream.

The man she was looking at from under her shades was helping the government, giving them advice on things. She wasn't sure if that was exactly what he did, but he was somehow connected to the government. Sango knew his background from the first time he learned how to drive a car and to where his last prostate cane from.

All she had to do was to pull the trigger on the gun that she kept safe in the violin case, or the smaller one that was strapped to her inner thigh. But the tricky part was to get the guy away from a crowed. Then everything would go up hill.

The man was currently wearing a sweater and a baseball cap. He had on sunglasses, probably trying to look like any average Joe. He waved to his friends as they walked away from the table.

Looking back to her tea she took a breath of air, calming herself. Her hand swung across the table knocking over her tea so it spilled all over her sweater. She quickly stood up in a jolt. With her best French accents she started to babble on and on. "Shit de merde! Pas encore… why vust I do thizs all the time…" She said in annoyed tone. She saw him stand up coming towards to her with a napkin.

"Here." He said handing it to her.

"Oh… merci." She said batting her eyes.

"It's ok, I always love to help beautiful woman." He said giving her a charming smile.

She was about to laugh out loud and tell him he reminded her of a guy she knew named Miroku. But that would surly blow her cover. She gave him a shy smile as if she liked the compliment. "Thank you once again." She said batting her eyes for the millionth time.

"Would you please tell me where the bathroom iz?" She asked as she dabbed at her sweater.

"Sure, come this way Miss...?" he said as if he was asking for her name.

She had to stop to think. What was her name when she was French? "Claudine…?" She was actually guessing her own under cover name.

"Well then, Claudine. Come this way." He said as he took her arm. Both walked through the restaurant till they were in the far back. She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone saw them, as she her grip tightened around her violin case. They were unnoticed. A smile plastered her face. A small door greeted them down a hallway. Both of them fitted inside the small room. The door was closed and he was probably getting the wrong ideas.

Sitting on the sink she put her violin case on her lap and watched him drench a cloth with water. He handed it to and watched as she rubbed it against her jacket.

"Oh, Mr. could please pick up my scarf, juste derrière de toi dans le coin." She said as she made sign with her finger for him to turn around. He did as he was told and turned his back to her. With out him knowing it she opened her violin case and took out her .45 and aimed at his head. He knew nothing of this until he heard the gunshot. Dead. That's what he was now.

Everyone was now going to know something was wrong. Climbing out the open window, she stumbled into the ally. Her gun was already safely packed away in the violin case which was now being through into the dumpster. Taking off her jacket she turned it inside out so it was now a blood red. The spike heels on her shoes where broken off giving them a look of ballet flats, and her chestnut hair was pulled off giving back her raven hair. Opening the zipper that ran along the side of her thigh made the skirt easier to walk in. The broken heels and wig were stashed away in her large hobo bag as she stepped back onto the street.

She was no more Claudine the French woman, but this random woman in Japan. Calling a cab over She then opened the yellow door and stepped inside. A woman with dark brown hair sat in the driver's seat. She gave the girl a smile.

As she drove off she looked back at her passenger. "So it worked Kagome?"

"Easy as eating cake… why don't we stop for a banana split? This killing thing worked me up an appetite." Kagome said leaning back in the seat.

And this is the end of the chapter… I know it sucks, but I had like no time to write this thing. The story will soon start to make sense, I hope. The French accent I made Kagome have is horrible, the thing is I never heard someone speak English with a French accent, except for the cook on that really annoying chicken advertisement I saw like a few days ago while I watched Chilly Beach… I soo need a life. Review please!