Chapter 2 (I don't own Inu-yasha Happy! cries in the corner)

10 years later. . .

"Yes Master?" A man spoke bowing and looking down at the floor.

"I have sent your sister out to a village not far from here to assassinate the Emperor. I would like you to go and help her." The man nodded and bowed as he left the room.

She was riding into the village it took awhile to get there, longer then her master said it would have but it didn't really matter to her. She looked around the little village and saw a big house in the middle of the village. She chuckled to herself, "this will be easier then I thought it would be."

She entered the village on her winged horse, the one her master gave her on her 15th birthday. It surprised her but she took her gratefully. Her brother had also gotten a horse and it was soon later that they found out they could talk. If they knew anybody and told this to them they would think them insane.

"You ready for this Midnight?" She asked with confidence.

"Yea . . ." Midnight responded with an attitude that she loved. As they kept trotting forward, towards what seemed to be the Emperor's house, they could see all the flags that adorned the streets. It made her sick to see them; any flag in this area that didn't originally belong to her clan she hated but it couldn't be helped.

It was sought that they where all dead, they didn't know that there where, indeed, two survivors. She sighed looking up at the sky; it was a decade ago when the clan was attacked. The memories weren't fond but they where the only vivid memories of her parents that she could remember.

"Miss?" A man asked taking her horse by the reins, trying to get her attention.

She shook her head from her thoughts and looked down at the man, "yes?"

"What is your business here?"

She sighed looking at the man, "my business here is to entertain our new, young Emperor." She smiled a seductive smile, hoping the man would catch on.

The man smirked, it seemed her had gotten the hint. "I will tell the Emperor, he will be pleased." The man left and entered the house.

"Oh I bet he will . . ." She chuckled slightly. They didn't know what was coming up next.

"He will see you in a couple of hours, if you want there is a bar over there." The man said startling her from behind. "Before you go though, I didn't catch your name."

She turned her head to look at the man, her raven black hair swirling in the wind behind her, "My name?"

"Yes, I didn't catch it before."

"That may be because I never said it before. My name is Emiko." She replied, uncaringly. The man nodded as she got down from her horse and left towards the bar. She knew the man would take care of Midnight, if not she would kill him either way.

She entered the bar looking around; it was very boring. All the men there sat there in little clumps not doing a thing. She sighed, this village wasn't very much fun. As she continued to walk in towards the drinks she was getting a lot of awkward stares, "What! Have you never seen a woman in a bar before?" They shook their heads and she slapped her hand to her head in disbelief. "Oh well," she muttered to herself.

She took a seat a bit away from the other men in the bar. She really didn't feel like drawing to much attention to herself. It was then she noticed the bar was bear, not decorations at all. She was now thinking that maybe coming here wasn't going to be so much fun anymore.

"What would you like there miss?" The bartender asked looking at her with comforting eyes. His eyes startled her, "Emiko", that she felt unnerved. She kept her cool anyways.

"The strongest you got." She answered challenging him. Her eyes to him where dark and seductive, the brown in them was unnerving him just as much as his eyes where unnerving her.

"The strongest we have is whisky but . . ."

"The give it too me," she interrupted, her eyes where determined on something and he couldn't deny the drink to her. So he left her for only a few moments as he got the drink ready for her. He gave it to her once it was ready. "Thanks," she whispered as she prayed everything about this assassination would go right. Before she drank it she said one more word, "Amen," and she took the shot glass and drained it within a couple of seconds. "Another one," she demanded looking at the bartender.

He shook his head and looked at her. "Everybody only gets one of that because normally people get drunk after the first one."

She took him by the scruff of the neck, making him lean over of the bar itself. "I asked for another one, I don't get drunk." He nodded as she let him go, frantically making his new customer another drink.

"So you've started threatening bartenders now?" A voice sneered from behind her. She turned around only to see her brother standing behind her looking displeased as usual.

"What of it?" She asked looking at her brother, "your very morbid as usual."

"From the sounds of it, it's as though you hate me."

"Sadly you should know better," she retaliated, trying to look at him with pure disgust but it wasn't working. Soon enough they both burst into laughter. "It's good to see you," she chuckled, "let me guess he told you to come."

They never referred to Master as Master outside of the castle they lived in. They referred to him as he or some other general form.

When her brother nodded she sighed sadly. "It's as though he doesn't trust me."

"You think he trusts me?"

"More you then me . . ." I countered.

"It's because he's starting to develop feelings for you that's all." He said trying to comfort her.

"You know how disgusting that is?" She asked looking at him as he sighed. He knew she was right; everything about their Master was disgusting. Who would want to make love to him? "Anyways that boy from a decade ago still intrigues me."

"You're still hung up about that?"

"How could I not be? His hair and those ears. . ." she trailed off. Her eyes where glinting with fascination.

"It's not like there's a good chance you're ever going to see me again."

"I know . . . But its fun too dreams." He took her by the neck and messed her hair up. "Hey! I need this hair too look beautiful!" He laughed at her and let her go as the bartender nervously put the shot glass of Whisky.

"I'll have one as well!" Her brother said. The bartender nodded and got one ready for him. The bartender, after awhile, put a shot glass in front of him and the two looked at each other.

"Amen," they said in unison as they drank the shot glasses in mere seconds. They chuckled looking at each other; just talking about the most random things while they were on their third shot glass of the whisky.

The bartender eyed them as they just kept drinking the little shot glasses. It seemed that the whisky wasn't affecting them the slightest bit. Who ever these two where, they where strange, there was no doubt about it.

"Madame Emiko?" A man called from the entrance to the bar. She looked around to see it was none other then the man whom she had met earlier.

"Over here," she called out; her brother was beside her, looking curiously.

"The Emperor says that you may enter the house." She smiled and as she could feel her brother relax.

"Alright; if it is alright with my lord, could I bring my brother with me into the house?" She asked looking at her brother with a bit of a smirk.

"I will ask milady," he answered, bowing in respect. She had an unnerving feeling when he did but it was soon swept away to the back of her mind when her brother pushed her out of the bar.

"Remember what you're here for," he said looking at me with sincere eyes. I smiled at him and nodded as I entered the building, leaving my brother behind, and entered a room that was definitely meant for the comfort of royalty.

I was jealous of the emperor; I had no comfort like this in Master's home. The only comfort there was the fact that I had my brother with me. Seeing as my room was a cell.

"You maybe seated milady." The man bowed before me.

"Just call me Emiko . . . please." She said looking at the man with a bit of disgust for being so formal with me. She hated it when people where so formal with her.

"But . . ." The man stuttered looking awkward with the situation of having to call her by her actual name. The name she used when no one was looking, her real name.

"No buts . . ." She laughed, not even looking at the man. "Is it really that hard to call a whore by her real name?"

"No mi-Emiko," the man was about to call her milady again but had hurriedly switched to her name. She was glad because then she wouldn't have to tear him apart.

"I thought as much . . ." she chuckled a bit at her own acting. If they new her well enough, they would have known that she wasn't as bitchy as she was now made out to be.

"Excuse me Emiko but I must now get thy Emperor," she nodded as she went and sat down on the couch. It was comfortable, more comfort then she was use too. She giggled a bit looking about the room, it has always been said that you can tell the personality of a man by his belongings. She had never believed it but she was willing to give it a try.

She looked around spotting a golden Buddha in a little shrine of its own. It seemed the man was very religious but once she was done with him, religion wouldn't help him in the slightest. There where also candles lit every where instead of oil lamps, their perfume was very intoxicating. She made a note to steal some while she was there. As she looked around, finding objects the symbolized wealth, greed and pride she never noticed the man walk in with another.

"Emiko?" The man asked bringing her to attention. She looked her way to the man and saw the other behind him. The other was dressed in rich fabric that proved him to be royalty, jewels where hung from his ears and head dress, and his shoes where that of comfort and lifted him an inch above the ground making him look taller. "His majesty is here."

"As I noticed my lord," she bowed in respect, grinding her teeth together.

"She's trained very well; she bows in respect like a whore should." The Emperor spoke with such pride that it made her feel sick to her stomach. "Now leave us Aki, we have much to do . . ." he smirked looking at me like I was dinner and he was the predator. I shivered involuntary at the time but it was a shiver of displeasure and uncomforting, not one of pleasure. The Emperor though knew that a shiver would only be one of pleasure in his presence. "So one look at me has already gotten you aroused has it?" She nodded, smirking at the thought of being able to kill him soon.

He walked over to her, taking his hands and removed her robe, looking at her body with wide eyes. "Isn't this what you wanted?" She asked looking at him sadly, though not wanting too.

He nodded, his eyes still wide as he traced his disgusting fingers over her body. She looked away as he began to speak, "It's more than anyone would ever want. No wonder you are a whore, you have the perfect body!"

"Then I am sorry to say that this will be the last this you ever see . . ." Her brother spoke as he came behind the Emperor.

"What is the meaning of this!" He spoke, fear coursing through his very being.

"You shouldn't be the one ruling over this land," she said looking at the Emperor. "We're the ones who bring terror to the very streets."

"Your Faze Scandal and Black Sabre!"

"Yes, and you'll be taking that too your grave I'm afraid." Her brother said in a non-sympathetic chilling voice.

"Wait! I promise you money and your identity will be secret!" The Emperor was trying to bribe them but they knew that was coming, they all had tried it. It was quite funny though, watching him cry for his life like a baby crying for it's pacifier.

"That's been used too many times, it isn't going to work." She said looking at the Emperor, pointing a knife at his throat. "Your promises are worth nothing, and can do nothing for us." She took the knife and with one long slash his head was gone. "Our work is done here," she smiled look at her brother.

"You don't have to be so cruel Kagome . . ." he joked punching Kagome lightly in the arm.

"You know I do Hiei, you know I do," she smirked lightly punching him back.

They walked out of the Emperor's house looking around as they got their horses, collected their money and left them to discover the body.

"This can't keep going on! All these people are getting killed and their no fucking pattern!" A man yelled, his silver hair tossing about angrily, his puppy ears twitching violently.

"Calm down brother! We will put this to a stop, if it's the last thing we do. Naraku will fall!"

"He took my betrothed it will be me who kills him."

"Whether you like it or not I am going to kill him Inu-yasha!"

"Fuck off Fluffy!" Inu-yasha yelled slamming the door behind him. Sesshomaru sighed looking at the door with eyes of sympathy. It had been like that for ten years, ever since they found out that the black/maroon cat clan had been slaughtered and no survivors were ever found.