When Larceny Gets Complicated Chapter 1: Dealings with the Boss, an inuyasha fanfic

Hey all,

I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I've posted another story. This fic has been floating around for a good 4 or 5 months now. I've even written a complete outline for it. I know everything that's gonna happen. And my sister begged me to post it tonight. So, here it is.

A/N: Just so you guys know, this story is going to be different from my other ones. With the exception of Beyond Repair, Perfect, and Unsaid this is my most "non-light hearted piece yet. But it had to be done. And since it's not quite like my others, I've bumped the rating up. Don't worry, I take my standing on explicit adult content very seriously. There will be no lemon, lime, orange, or any other kind of citrus in this fic whatsoever. I repeat:

NO LEMONS

Just needed you to know. But there are some "stronger" curse words that haven't really graced the dialogue in my stories until now. And later on, there will be some thematic themes. Nothing truly rated-R, but rated that anyways, to be on the safe side. Thank you for your cooperation, and I hope you like.

Summary: Kagome is your average 23-year-old girl. Graduated from a good college, lives on her own, has a job and a loving family, studying to become a lawyer. But what if there were more to it than that? What if going to a good college was paid for through "immoral" means? What if living on her own means her father literally knowing everything little thing she did? And what if this loving family turned out to be "the family"? It's kinda hard to go legit and give up larceny when your father is the head of the Tokyo mob. And it's even harder to get a certain detective to believe her when she tells him she's not the serial killer she'd been identified as. Life is about to get complicated.

Disclaimer: Alright, I'm 17 now. I am completely capable of writing a disclaimer. And being 17, I am also completely capable of forgoing this right, which I shall.

It was a beautiful crisp morning, just before dawn in the middle of October. The orange and red leaves still left on the trees swayed peacefully in the breeze, as their yellow and brown counterparts lay dead upon the still streets of Tokyo. All was quiet, and calm. Except for a light crunch, crunch barely audible in the silence of the sleeping city. Two figures, clad in black, hunched stealthily behind a corner, shielding themselves from the dull light of the lone police car, making its lazy trip around the block. As the tail lights beamed bright red, and the car made a right 100 feet ahead, the two rushed from their hiding place, making their way to an old fashioned mansion. It was common to see these large houses, once considered near castles, now lay as the dying remnants of how life used to be, in a time forgotten by most. The first figure ran up to a window, slightly cracked from the harshness of neglect, tapped it softly, and took out a tool from their belt. Placing the crowbar between the glass and the wall, the figure silently slid the rusted window open, enough for the two of them to get through. The first heaved the second figure up, and pushed them through the window.

"Oof!" a muffled cry replied to being haphazardly tossed about like a rag doll.

"You're gonna have to be quiet if we're going to do this."

"Well, if you hadn't thrown me like that…"

The first figure had clambered through the window, placing a hand over his accomplice's mouth. "You are going to get us caught."

The noisy one shut up, glowering menacingly at the dark shadow leading her through the house. They tiptoed silently past the sleeping guard dog, and remained unseen by the eyes of the "hidden" cameras. This mission was going perfectly. They made their way up 3 flights of stairs, not stopping to admire the beautiful craftsmanship of the marble steps they were gliding upon, or the portraits, kissed by time, or the glass animals perched upon pedestals that guarded the halls with their unblinking eyes. All they noticed was the number of stairs they had to walk. And what a pain it would be to scramble back down them. The continued their climb, finally reaching the 4th floor. They made a sharp left, and tottered quietly down the darkened corridor. Past the first four rooms, they stopped at the 5th, on the right, and opened its door softly, wincing slightly at the earsplitting creak the hinges made. They swiftly moved into the room.

"It's supposedly under a floorboard, on the right side of the bed." The first thief informed, as he hopped over said bed, knocking quietly, but urgently on the floorboards.

"Uh-huh." The thief's counterpart said uninterestedly. The second thief made her way to an antiqued-looking armoire, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Are you gonna help me?" her annoyed partner asked.

"Yeah, just a second." She said, entranced. Her hand reached out to the handle, opening it with fascination. There was something there she just had to see. She wasn't sure what, but she knew she wanted it. She gazed inside to see the most beautiful crystal jewelry box she'd ever seen. Inside of it was a ring. Not just any ring either. No, it was a gorgeous, circular, golden gem, set in what appeared to be onyx. She'd never seen anything like it. And her being extremely attracted to the color gold didn't exactly help matters. In a daze, she reached forward to make the ring hers. As soon as she touched it, 3 things happened. First of all, her partner had turned around and called out "No! Don't touch that!" Second, being so startled, she dropped the crystal jewelry box, shattering it into a thousand pieces. And thirdly, a loud bell went off, and the room flashed, throwing them sporadically into intervals of bright white light, and darkness.

She, the ring still in her hand, tried to move her legs, but found she couldn't. In fact, none of her body parts were moving. She was completely paralyzed. Looking in alarm at her colleague, she pleaded with him to save her. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her, slung her over his shoulders, and made for the door. As he stumbled out into the hall, loud shouts were heard about 40 feet away.

"There they are! Get them!"

"You thieves won't get away this time!"

"Shit." The thief still possessing mobility in his legs cursed. With one hand still around the girl, his other shot into his pockets, while still running. Thanking the gods he was smart enough to put the number on speed dial, he pushed the button.

"What is it?" the voice answered.

"We've got trouble." He replied, panting as the excess weight dragged him down.

"Get outside. We'll handle the rest."

Click

He sighed, and put on extra burst of speed, racing down a flight of stairs. "'Get outside' he says. How the hell am I supposed to do-" his thoughts were interrupted as he saw two security dogs coming toward him from in front. He stole a glance behind him to see three men (holding rather painful looking weaponry, he might add) coming from behind.

"Damn it all to hell!" he cursed again. Looking for an escape route, he noticed the stained glass window a few feet ahead of him. "If I can just get there, I know there's a bush surrounding the entire estate." He mentally grimaced as he shot forward. "This is gonna hurt like-"

Not thinking twice, he hurled himself, and the girl on his shoulder through the glass and out the window. The world leapt into slow motion. Pieces of colored glass floated alongside him, making the fall actually quite pretty. But he had no time for that. He saw his partner, unconscious, falling a foot or so ahead of him, going headfirst. Quickly, he reached his hands out, grabbing her by the waist. With strength unknown by him, he turned the girl and himself around, so he was now falling first toward the earth; back first, holding on to her for dear life, praying they made it out. Gunshots whizzed through the air, and a quick inhale of breath and shooting pain in his arm told him he had been shot. Figuring the ground would be coming up soon, he held the girl's head under his chin, and braced for the worst.

Thud

"Oof!" he said. Gunshots were still flying, but he was more concerned with the unconscious girl laying a little ways away from him.

"Kagome? Kagome!" he called. Nothing. He tried throwing a twig at her.

Still nothing.

"Damn it! KAGOME!"

"Damn it, Kagome!" a man in his fifties paced back in forth behind his desk, while Kagome looked down, shamefully, picking at the invisible lint on her skirt. With a sigh, he sat back down, and looked at her intently. His pinstripe suit and clean-shaven face made him a scary man to look at. Power radiated off him in tons. He was not a man to mess with.

"What am I supposed to do with you? We've been workin on this operation for weeks now. We spent hours plannin, and you turn around and blow the whole thing in 20 minutes!"

"It was more like 45." she whispered.

"You talkin back to me?"

"No, Boss." Father or not, being called 'Boss' in meetings was a must.

"You'd betta not. I have half a mind to send you to your Uncle Pepsi."

"No, don't do that!" Uncle Pepsi got his name for being the only one in the "family" who could successfully shove a can (full of Pepsi) down a guy's throat. And occasionally other places. Not someone Kagome wanted to go to because she was in trouble.

"Or maybe your Uncle Lucy." Her father mused.

"Oh gods, that'd be worse!" To put it nicely, the last person who'd asked why his name was "Lucy" was never found. Alive at least.

"Well then, what the hell am I supposed to do? Because of your stupidity, Hojo, one of my best men, is now limpin' around here widda busted leg, and a broken arm. He can't do noffin for months. How many times do I hafta tell you, you ain't never supposed to touch noffin if you don't know what it is? Especially in those old houses? That's what happened to your Uncle Dim. Provided he wasn't the fastest bullet in the barrel, but he did the same thing you did. Touchin crap that he shouldn't've been touchin in the first place. Now, he's in that loony bin. The docta's say he ain't never gonna be ok in the head again. Is that what you want, Kagome? To be a freakin nutcase in some damn hospital!"

"No."

"Then wise up. You's such a smart ass every otha day. You wanna know what that ring you was holdin was for?"

Kagome nodded, knowing her father would've told her, even if she has said no.

"That ring hadda curse on it. Some nobleman pervert used to wear it to get the ladies. It catches the eyes of pretty, single girls, like yourself, and makes you attracted to the wearer. That's how come that guy has so freakin many great, great grandkids. Cause he'd knock up all of them. You want I should get that ring back? Is that what you want? To have some psycho knock you up? To get thrown in the loony bin?"

"No."

Her father sighed. "Look, Kagome, you knows I love you. But I can't afford you screwin around with these operations. Do you have any idea how important it was that I get that Eye of the Leopard from that house? Now we hafta figures out anotha way to get it."

"Boss, I'm not cut out for this! I'm not good at this like you are. Maybe it'd be better if I just went legit."

"Hey, no daughta of mine is goin legit. What, did you forget what happened to Hirosuke?"

Of course she remembered. Her older bother, Hirosuke, had gone legit about 13 years ago, when she was 10. Her brother had never felt comfortable being in the "family" so he decided being 19 years old; he was old enough to make that choice. A few months later, he was killed randomly by some psycho. The police never did anything, saying only that it was a random act of violence that couldn't be looked into with the lack of police force at the time. Ever since then, their father felt going legit was worse than being in the family, because at least in the family, they looked out for each other.

"No, Boss. I didn't. I just don't think I can do this. I'm no good."

"I don't likes talk like that. You'll get it. Until then, you're gonna be gettin some training, in the small times. You's probably just needs ta go ova the basics again."

"Alright. Thanks Boss."

"I'll see you lata, Kagome. Tell your motha I'll be home late."

"She's making American food."

"Really? Alright. Nevamind. Tell her I'll be home on time. And tell Souta his room betta be clean when I get home, or I'll tan his hide."

"Ok. Bye." Kagome got up and made her way to the door, thankful to finally be released.

"Oh, and Kagome?"

"Yeah, Boss?"

"Your trainer is downstairs. You start tonight. Have fun."

Kagome turned around, and rolled her eyes heavenward. Jeez, did she have to climb the top of the Tokyo Radio Tower and shout it to the country? She didn't want to be in the "family" She wanted more than anything to go legit. She wanted to be a lawyer, for Pete's sake! There was obviously something very wrong with this picture. Closing the door behind her, Kagome walked down the hallway to the elevator. Her father's business building had to be very big, so their cover, to keep the cops (Or "those dirty, rotten, motha-insert word of choice here-that sit aroun' and stuff their faces with donuts" as her father liked to call them) off their backs, was a mattress store. Mack's Magnificent Mattresses. Who would be suspicious of a place with such a nice alliteration for a name? The irony of the name though, is what made Kagome shake her head. Mattress. People sleep on mattresses. Kagome's "family" are the people that put people to "sleep"

In his spare time, her father owned a little place called "Mack and his Pot" Kagome preferred not to ponder about the development for the place. She was just sure to avoid it. At all costs. Especially after that one summer she worked there as a teenager. She was forced to dress up and prance around the store like a pixie (forget the fact that the restaurant was Irish themed. Her father had told her their "shipment" hadn't come through. And the pixie was all they could get. She shuddered to think what happened to the guy responsible for the little "accident" Probably had one of his own) And if that wasn't bad enough, being stalked a co-worker/lunatic, in an abnormal amount of yellow, calling himself Fred, didn't help the matters.

Yes, her family sure got her in some crappy situations.

Ding

The doors to the elevator slid open, and Kagome trudged out, wondering what "Uncle" or "Cousin" was going to work with her.

"Please don't let it be Uncle Ricky. I don't like the way he feels it necessary to dance in red sequined tops when he thinks no one's looking." Kagome prayed. As she moved past the Simons, Cerdas, String Air, Chatty with Wealths, and all the other cheap knock offs of real mattresses, she started panicking who it could be. She began to name out loud all the possible choices.

"Uncle Jack Hammer, Uncle Butch, Cousin Nine Toes, Cousin Sports Bra, Uncle Blender, Uncle Last Rite, Cousin-"

"Sango, perhaps?"

Well, there's chapter 1. I hope you guys enjoyed. I know it seems lighted hearted, but I assure you, it will get a bit darker. But for now, just review.

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