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Mutant Four
Chapter 3
Sesshoumaru walked forward a few paces with perfect posture and his head held high. He looked down at the four as if they were some nasty guck attached to the bottom of his shoe and this guck seemed to be springy because if you knew him well, you could see that there was a teeny, weeny bounce in his step but it was so small that even those who knew him well were having difficulty telling wether or not it was there.
"Will you lend this Sesshoumaru your aide?" he asked.
"Feh, what makes you think we will?" Inu Yasha retorted rudely. He was standing protectively in front of Kagome with a hand on the hilt of his sword. Sango had a hand on her enormous boomerang while Miroku had a hand at his waist. Kagome was pretty much just hiding behind Inu Yasha.
"Your actions are quite predictable so that is why this Sesshoumaru has hired these men to . . . persuade you," Sesshoumaru said then suddenly he snapped his fingers and, as if out of thin air, all the black suits, their bald heads gleaming in the light, had guns in their hands. And just as quick, maybe even quicker, Inu Yasha had Kagome on his back and his sword drawn, Sango was in the air, and Miroku had pulled out an extendible staff that if you pressed a button elongated itself to become four feet long.
Inu Yasha focused all his concentration, which isn't very much, on getting Kagome to the water without a scratch on her body. You see, Kagome wasn't much of a fighter but that was ok because the other three were excellent in combat. Anyway, to complete his self assigned mission he ran at top speed, pushing anyone who got in his way aside, he used his sword to deflect the bullets but if he couldn't get to one it just bounced off his skin. This was another side affect of the gene mutation experiment, not only did it grant with super strength, he also had soft but almost completely impenetrable skin. After getting to the water's edge in no time flat, he tossed Kagome in knowing that she'd turn it into a graceful dive. After making sure she was deep enough so that the bullets wouldn't cause her any damage, He jumped into the top hatch of the submarine
Sango was in the air subconsciously dodging the bullets because her full attention was fixed on getting to the sub. Ahead of her she saw a bunch of nets dangling from the ceiling just waiting to ensnare her like a fly in a spider's nest. She frowned. They had most likely anticipated their actions and had everything prepared for them. She frowned even more. She hadn't noticed any nets when she had scanned the room earlier. Did that mean that they put these things up when they got here? When did they get here? Sango shook her head to clear her mind. She had more important things to worry about now . . . like how to avoid being captured by some stupid butterfly nets.
Suddenly, Sango smirked and pulled her boomerang off her back. She took careful aim, drew back her arm and let it fly. It tore through the netting making it fall and trap some of the black suits down below. Some of the men had even screamed when they found themselves captured by nets that seemed to come out of nowhere. And these guys call themselves professionals? Sango thought while shaking her head sadly. When she caught her boomerang, she skidded back a few feet, an effect caused by the momentum of the object. She slung it over her back and in mere seconds was inside the submarine.
Miroku wasn't having as much luck as the others. He had at least ten guys surrounding him making it near to impossible to move forwards or anywhere, actually. When someone yanked on his tail, that was the last straw . . . although he didn't have any straws on him in the first place. He turned around and bit the black suit's hand. The man hollered in pain. I mean, just because he was part human didn't mean he had soft teeth. He pressed the button on his staff to make it stretch to its full length which was about 10 feet. Charging forward, he stuck the end of the stick into the ground and pushed off, causing him to soar over all the people in the room. He was starting to thank the gods he'd done pole vaulting in high school. With a thump he landed on his butt inside the submarine.
"You just had to make a grand entrance, didn't you?" Sango asked.
Miroku gave her a charming smile before responding, "Just for you, Sango dearest."
Sango rolled her eyes before closing the hatch as Miroku went to the controls. Inu Yasha wasn't paying any attention to them as he kept an eye on Kagome who was just outside the porthole. She flashed him a quick smile before refocusing her attention ahead of her.
"Hey, Inu Yasha?" asked Sango, never taking her eyes from the maps in front of her. "Could you signal Kagome back in?"
Inu Yasha nodded before knocking on the window. Kagome turned to him and nodded her head. She swam out of sight to the underside of the submarine. Inu Yasha quickly opened the bottom hatch and Kagome hauled her self inside.
"Do you need a towel?" offered Inu Yasha.
"Thanks for asking but I think I'll just let my skin soak it up," responded Kagome with a small smile. Sure enough, the water that had glistened on her skin before, disappeared.
Inu Yasha was always so kind to her. To everyone else he was a rude, arrogant jerk. He was always there to lend her a hand, to offer a shoulder to lean when she felt like poo. But she knew those looks he'd give her when he didn't think she noticed, that sad gaze he gave her. She knew she'd changed, but can you blame her? You would, too if you were in her shoes which are quite big considering her toes were very long and webbed.
"What do you think we should do?" asked Miroku.
"Well according to this," Sango said, waving a map for everyone to see, "there's a mall on the shore of the closest harbor. It's really big which means there should be a whole lot of hiding places. Got any other ideas?" Everyone shook their heads feeling very useless at the moment.
"So it's settled then?" stated Miroku. "Sango, hand me that map, would you doll?" Sango had to grit her teeth to refrain from knocking the idiot unconscious. "We should be there in 15 minutes so everyone get changed."
There was a separate room so they took turns changing. Once they were done putting on their disguises, they each grabbed a different colored back pack filled with things they might need.
Inu Yasha had a red wife beater on and some blue shorts. He had white sneakers and his newly died black hair up in a ponytail under a baseball cap.
Kagome had a dark-blue hoodie that covered her entire head if she kept her head bent. She had on baggy jeans that hid her huge shoes from sight. No skin was showing.
Miroku had on some shades and his hair out of its usual ponytail. He was wearing a purple sweat shirt and a pair of black jeans, his tail carefully tucked away. If you looked close enough at his shoes you'll see that they're wider than they should be.
Sango had on an orange bob wig. To hide her wings she had a big pink poncho. Her red miniskirt was scandalously short making Miroku drool then get a huge bump on his head.
As soon as the submarine was parked in the harbor, they jumped and ran to the mall as fast as they could, earning a few stares along the way. They blended into the crowd then nodded a good-bye to each other before splitting up. They had predicted that only four black suits would come in after them while the rest stayed outside.
Kagome spotted a dark movie theater and quickly ran up, payed the bewildered ticket holder before ducking inside the cinema. The theater was large and sloped downwards with a huge screen in the front. It seemed to almost be full which would make it easier to hide in.
Kagome took a seat next to the aisle so, if needed, she could make a quick getaway. It was some crappy horror movie that was playing and sadly a lot of people seemed to be frightened. If you think this is scary Kagome thought as some guy in a mask was chasing some lady then try hiding in a mall with fifty guys outside just waiting to kidnap you and bring you to God knows where. Then you might start to understand the meaning of horror.
Suddenly, the door opened. Kagome looked over her shoulder and mentally groaned before feigning sleep. One of the agents seemed to have followed her in which isn't a good thing.
As he walked past, his eyes scanning the rows for the blue skinned woman, Kagome stuck out her foot making him trip and fall. As he fell in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, Kagome slipped out. She took a seat at one of the many tables on the second floor balcony where she had a good view of the rest of the mall. Now all she had to do was wait.
Meanwhile, Sango was in the food court. She spotted a Burgerie and sped in that direction. Once there, she saw a girl in the orange and red uniform so she quickly went over. She tapped the girl on the shoulder and plastered a smile on her face as the girl turned around with a quizzical expression.
"Hi, I'm . . . Sakura and I was just hired. I was told to start work today," Sango lied. The girl had a small frown on her face.
"Oh. Fai didn't tell me he hired someone. Well, the uniforms are in the closet behind the counter. I'm Eri."
"Thanks," Sango replied before grabbing a uniform and went into the nearby washroom. After putting the horrid thing on she placed her poncho over top hoping that no one would ask her about it.
Coming out, she took a spot behind a cashier on the counter. She gazed over, pretending to be listening to Eri as she went on and on about the rules, when she spotted a black suit headed their way. She instantly felt nervous but pushed it aside. He might not even know it was her, she was wearing a wig, right?
"Can I have a double cheeseburger, fries and a Coke? That'll be all," he asked as Sango had to refrain from wincing in disgust. How the heck did he become an agent eating that nasty stuff? Doesn't he know what they put in there? I'm surprised he can still wear that belt Sango thought as she went to prepare his food or as Sango like to call it 'a-bunch-of-garbage-that-will-eventually-kill-him-someday'. He's an idiot? Doesn't he know the Bodyguard Code? You know, rule # 17: NEVER accept food from strangers? CIA's standards are going down if they let that moron join up.
Sango's father was a bodyguard, one of the top in the biz. He used to coach her for hours until she could almost defeat him. That was before he was murdered.
She slipped some sleeping powder in his food and drinks before coming out, smiling cheerfully, and handing the idiot of an agent his drugged junk food. She watched him like a hawk, choosing to ignore the annoying customer who was trying to gain her unattainable attention. Suddenly, he slumped over making Sango triumphantly smile before coming out from behind the counter. Choosing to ignore Eri who was yelling at her about how their shift wasn't over yet, Sango looked around for someone familiar. She spotted Kagome's hunched figure and smiled.
Kagome looks lonely. Maybe I should join her.
Inu Yasha was wandering around the first floor and getting increasingly irritated. He couldn't find a single place where he would even consider hiding. Tanning salon, Burgery where Sango is, daycare, maternity wear store Inu Yasha thought, listing off the shops as he passed. Aha! A gym! Finally, somewhere decent in this mall!
He entered the small gym, eyes taking in the rusty machinery that looked ready to fall apart at any second. As he walked toward the weights, he noticed two other guys – one was scratching his as he tried to figure out how to stick the front wheel back on the stationary bicycle because it had fallen off – and felt kind of sorry for them. I mean, didn't this mean they couldn't find any where better?
Inu Yasha opened his backpack and pulled out a clear, plastic water bottle. Unscrewing the lid, he poured right onto his head. Now, not only did he look like he was sweating, but he smelt like it too. I wouldn't be surprised if Shippo had such a big brain that parts were spread throughout his puny body thought Inu Yasha as he set himself up with a giant weight. Pretending it weighed a ton when he could easily lift it with his pinky finger, he kept an eye on the door.
Right on Que, the door swung open and in came in a cold looking agent. His eyes swept over the room before frowning, obviously unhappy that he couldn't find Inu Yasha anywhere.
"You!" the black suit said, pointing at Inu Yasha. "Have you seen a man with yellow eyes, white hair, and dog ears?"
"Dog ears?" asked Inu Yasha, pretending to be confused. " I must have heard wrong. I thought you said man."
"Yes, I mean man," the agent said obviously annoyed.
"Um, are you smoking something? Because if you are, I know this great rehab center–"
"No, I'm not smoking something!" interrupted the bald man, anger coming off of him in waves. "Just answer yes or no!"
"Sorry, nope. Although I think I saw a comic book with a dogman in it."
The agent growled before storming toward the door. Note the word toward because as soon as his back was turned, Inu Yasha threw a weight at his head, making him fall unconscious. Turning toward the two wide-eyed viewers he tipped his hat, revealing his dog ears before jogging to Kagome and Sango.
Where to hide, where to hide? Miroku thought frantically. Aw, man! There's that stinking agent!
Miroku ducked into the first place he saw in an attempt to hide from the black suit's gaze. It turned out to be a fancy restaurant that most people only dream of going to.
Abruptly, a large hand grabbed his shoulder and swung him around. Miroku feared the worst but only came face-to-face with a large woman wearing an apron.
"There you are, Li! About time you showed up! This is the 4th time in a row! And where's your uniform? Ah, never mind! Here," she said, grabbing a bundle of clothes from a nearby closet.
"Hurry up and change!" With that said, the lady pushed him into a cramped and smelly bathroom. It was an awkward affair trying to get the uniform on in such tight space but somehow in the end he had the slightly worn uniform on.
The uniform consisted of a lightly stained white dress shirt and too short pants which would be a problem considering his abnormally wide feet.
When he came out a menu was roughly shoved into his hands and was pushed into the direction of the agent he had been hiding from. As he drew reluctantly closer, he realized that behind the man's black shades his eyes were probing the crowd for the monkey-man.
"May I take your order, sir?" Miroku politely asked, making the black suit turn his searching gaze on him. His eyes settled on the hand that was holding the menu out toward him.
"What unusually hairy hands you have," he stated, raising an eyebrow. His gaze traveled down to Miroku's feet. "And your feet are much larger than they should be."His eyes suddenly pierced Miroku's making sweat gather at the nape of his neck.
"Um . . . mutation?" Miroku suggested, his voice a little higher than it should be.
"Like, say, monkey genetic mutation?" he inquired. Without waiting for an answer, he made to get his pistol.
Unfortunately for the agent, Kagome decided to come to Miroku's aid and threw a smoke grenade in the middle of the mall. Now, everyone was in a panic.
Miroku ran in the direction of the others, mentally promising to buy Kagome whatever she wanted. The group met up with each other amidst the alarm and joined the crowd trying to get out the front entrance. Now, you're probably wondering why they used the front entrance when Sesshoumaru's men could easily catch them. Couldn't they have used one of those emergency exit doors to make a sneaky escape? If you are wondering this then you don't see the genius of using such an obvious course of action. This way they can blend in with the frantic crowd which was pushing and shoving its way to the main doors and so obvious that they won't expect it!
As they made their way out, they were suddenly hauled individually to the front of the mass of chaos. There before them stood a none too happy Sesshoumaru and his army of black suits from before behind him. They were so doomed.
"Since you have decided not to cooperate willingly, this Sesshoumaru has decided to take you to an alternate location and force you to listen to our case no matter how reluctant you are."
And with that everything went black.
-End of Chapter 3-
OK, so that took forever! I promised myself to have it done by my birthday but obviously that didn't work out because it was onthe ninth. But I've had a whole lot of homework. And we've got more then one computer in my house and my brother has for some reason recently got obsessed with this one. Oh, and I had to go to this stupid music workshop. So, I just wanted to tell you this incase you thought I had writer's block or something. Don't worry I have the next few chapters already planned out in this small thing I call a brain.
IMPORTANT!
Sango's feet are clawed and arched like a bat so she can hang from a branch upside down. OK, so maybe that wasn't so important but I like to make sure that you are able to see these guys in your mind's eye. So, on another note, if you have any questions on their appearances or anything about the story in general just send me a review with your question, K?
Oh, and I made up Burgerie and the Bodyguard Code on the spot so if these things do exist, I'm sorry!
Bye!
