VIII.
Kagome sat on a slippery bench with a dark blue umbrella in one hand. She felt the rain soak into her jeans, and stood back up, embarrassed. She saw a newspaper being thrown away right next to her. "Um, sir..." The man looked at her, gripping tightly at the paper. "Um, would it be okay if I had that?" She pointed to his trash-to-be.
He looked at it and handed it to her. "Sure. It was yesterday's anyway." She watched him meet up with two other men and him talking about crazy girls who take newspapers.
She sighed and spread the paper on the bench, then sitting back down, crossing her legs. She looked around, and the world surrounding her looked like a beaded curtain falling from her plastic source of shelter but never ends. The rain fell harder, and the mass of people started to look distorted; their body parts cut off by wet lines. Lightning flashed in the background, and somehow she seemed to think of something familiar, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. All she remembered was rain, thunder and it was over, nothing important. It could be any day... She thought, and took the thought out of her mind. She checked her watch (a quarter past 11 am) and looked around. Where is he? She uncrossed her legs and started shaking her right one. It somehow calmed her.
A minute later, a man came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. She screamed and elbowed him in the stomach, dropping her umbrella in the action.
"Agh!" The man yelled, and she turned to see who it was.
Her eyes lit up and then she started. "Oh, shit...I'm sorry! Oh...fuck, I'm so sorry, Koga!" She was half way off the bench, already completely drenched, when we slid around, picked up her umbrella, and sat down next to her.
He held it over the both of them. "I see how it is. You abuse me, you humiliate me, and then, worst yet--you make me hold the umbrella. You know, Kagome, you really are a bitch from hell." He grinned and kissed her.
She smiled. "I was scared! I have all the right in the world to make you hold my umbrella!"
Koga looked at it for a moment, then returned his glance to her. "Um, we're both wet. What's the point of this, anyway?"
She blinked twice. "Um, well, I give you something to do?"
"Hmmm...I know what to do with it..." He put it out in front of them, so no one could see their faces, and he pulled her close to him.
IX.
Sango sat up in her bed, Miroku snoring peacefully next to her. She stared at the closed blinds on the windows, gray, just like the sky outside. She had left the house just a few minutes before, to check her mail. In front of her was an open letter, typed rather than written, with a small, white thing in the middle of it.
SANGO INSUNAI-
WE
NEED YOU.
VAMPIRES ARE A THREAT TO OUR CITY.
WE NEED THEM
DEAD...
WE NEED THEM ALL DEAD.
It was signed with an address and a phone number. But what got Sango more than the letter itself was the white thing that fell out of an envelope.
It was a vampire fang.
X.
A man sat in his office chair with his back to the door, his hands laying firmly on the armrests. He looked at the wall, in deep thought.
A woman ran in. "Lord Sesshomaru..." She stopped in front of his desk, facing the back of his chair.
He turned around. "Yes, Rin."
She grinned. "It all worked out. She's no longer with VIH."
"And you?"
"The same. I was let go this morning." She tucked some hair behind her left ear. "I sent out the letter yesterday. She should receive it sometime today."
"I see..." He pulled a few papers out of his desk and signed them, putting them in a large envelope and handing it to Rin. "These are labeled with names and addresses of anyone believed to be working with or under Naraku." He turned back around in his chair. "You are to give these papers to-"
"Yes, I know who to give them to," She said in a rushed tone.
He stood up and was at the desk before she could blink. He slammed his hands on the table. "Don't ever interrupt me," He said angrily but quietly. "You give them to someone." He sat back down in his chair. "Ever since that half-breed died..."
"He's your brother..."
"Was...half-brother..."
"Still."
"Still nothing. I should have done it myself. Then there wouldn't be any warning from that annoying Bankotsu."
She frowned. "Whatever happened to him?"
He smirked from behind his chair. "Go down those stairs in the corner."
She placed the papers on the table and went to the stairs, hesitated, then went all the way down. It was dark, and she couldn't see much, except a table in the center. She found a switch, flipped it up, and saw a light go on in the back corner of the room. The light was dim, but she followed it. And she saw what it hung over. She screamed and ran back upstairs, grabbing her the envelope and going out the door.
Sesshomaru laughed.
XI.
Early that
morning...
(A/N: Don't read unless you want details...lots of
details.)
"Dammit, I don't know what you're talking about!" Bankotsu was sweating. He could never keep a secret.
"You ran."
"I was about to be killed! You would have, too!"
Sesshomaru leaned far over the desk. "Not if I didn't do it."
No one else was in the building but those two, and they couldn't be heard anywhere, no matter how loud they yelled. He grabbed him by his wrists, and dragged him downstairs. He took him to the back corner and tied him to the table.
"Please, oh God, please...I didn't do it! I never talked to Naraku!"
Sesshomaru ignored him, and pulled out a knife with dried blood still on it. He smiled.
The first cut went into his arm, severing it. He did the same thing to the other three limbs. Bankotsu screamed, knowing his life on this world is ending. Sesshomaru held the knife tightly in his hand, and gently cut him from his chest to his stomach. The last cut he ever put on the dying man was a dotted line along his throat. Bankotsu screamed again, but no sound came out. Some blood poured out of his neck, and he stopped screaming. His eyes darted around everywhere, terrified.
Sesshomaru, still smiling, opened a metal locker with a key. He pulled out a heavy bucket, and dumped the contents on the limbless man.
Maggots... Bankotsu thought. He's putting maggots on me so they eat my body...
Sesshomaru walked to the door, hand on the light switch. "Goodbye, Bankotsu." He turned out the light.
