Code Name: Dark Angel

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12- Kill Me

Previously

She was pissed off and he knew it; she was as likely to kill him instead of talk to him. He rolled over onto his back. What were his options?

1) He could go to the museum -- the place she most likely went -- and explain things to Miroku and then to Kagome.

2) He could wait and see if she came back to him, apologizing for abandoning him, and beg for his help, or

3) He could hunt Naraku on his own, without her assistance.

He stared up at the ceiling for a long time, listening to the pouring rain outside and pondering over his options.

Rolling over onto his side, he decided to just work without her. He didn't need her -- a woman -- and she, obviously, didn't need him. He would kill Naraku on his own and possibly talk some sense into Kikyo. Maybe they could be happy once more, like before. Maybe he could make it work.

Now

It had been two days since Kagome and Inuyasha both had mentally swore to independency and Kagome had left him, also leaving a trail of blood behind her down the sidewalk, which, at length, got washed away by the rain. He hadn't chased her down, either. He didn't object to her leaving. He watched her go in shock, before cleaning up the mess she had made with her constant bleeding and had gone to sleep as if nothing had happened; as if there had never been an injured woman in the room with him.

Now, Kagome stood, in the pouring rain, on a rooftop far away from the museum where she usually came to visit during the day, dressed as a normal pedestrian. Miroku didn't approve of her coming in dressed in her full 'Dark Angel' regalia due to an uprising of great interest in her since no one knew who she was underneath her mask; since she too often risked her life in order to keep them all alive and safe. He had strictly warned her beforehand not to come to the museum dressed up while it was open, and she had obliged him thus far.

She glanced down at the nearly empty streets, rainwater trailing from her hair and down her face, dribbling down her neck and down her back. She shivered once and decided to go to another spot.

She walked across the rooftop, her boots swishing through the water that had collected upon it, and climbed down the fire escape before heading toward a back sidewalk. She wandered around aimlessly, with no real destination in mind, until she just decided to lean again the side of a building. Maybe something would come up that would give her a clue of Naraku's whereabouts.

She waited for what seemed like an eternity, examining her surroundings. The rain had even began to soften to a light drizzle for a while before picking up once more to heavy rain that blurred her vision. A streak of lightning sliced through the sky, illuminating everything around her momentarily, only to die away with a loud pang of thunder that also faded away.

She pulled out a knife she had sheathed on her thigh and examined it thoroughly. The blade was stainless, shimmering from the waning streetlight not far off, and the handle was new, solid black, and hard. She grasped it in her hand firmly and rotated it a couple times before growing bored and sheathing it back.

"Bastard, get back here!"

Kagome hadn't even had to look up to know who it was; the voice was indication enough. She'd know it anywhere. As for the victim he was pursuing, she had no idea who he was, but didn't look up, nonetheless. She simply stuck her foot out and he stupidly tripped over it, falling into a deep puddle. She sighed and stomped up to him, grabbing him roughly by the shirtfront and jerking him up. He stared at her in fear and anger.

"You're--" He choked, blinking the rain from his eyes.

"Your worst nightmare?" She inquired sarcastically. "What have you done?"

"He robbed a store." Inuyasha said, approaching her cautiously, as if she were a rabid dog that was waiting to leap. "He's my suspect, now hand him over."

Kagome shook her head, reprimanding him. "I figured you'd be looking for Naraku instead of low, miserable, and insignificant robbers." She stared at him icily, smirking slightly. "Do you feel bad about things in the past or something?"

"Shut up and hand him over!" He commanded acrimoniously. "Besides, what happened to little miss 'I'm supposed to be the hero,' huh? You need to start searching for any and every crime you see, not just Naraku!"

"So are you some do-gooder now, Inuyasha?" Kagome demanded, her voice stony. "Before, you wouldn't have even considered looking for any bad guys. You were the bad guy. Ever since teaming up with me, you've been hungry to get your hands on Naraku. Why are you chasing thieves like him?" She nodded toward the man she still had a firm grip on. He was trembling slightly.

"Just give him to me, Ka--Dark Angel. We don't need to have this discussion now, especially in front of him," he almost begged.

"You're right," she said. She began searching the man's clothing until she pulled out a large wad of cash that was stuck inside of his jacket pocket. She then tossed the cash over to Inuyasha and dropped the man to the ground. "Go," she ordered. "We can't have a conversation around you." The man didn't hesitate to run.

Inuyasha stared after him as if he couldn't believe it. "Kagome!" He screamed, his voice stentorian. "Why did let him go? He was a suspect!"

"Spare me your pompous heroics!" She cried. "You're not fooling anyone into thinking you're a nice guy!"

"I don't have time for this!" He raced past her, but she extended her leg and tangled it up in his feet, causing him to trip. He pushed himself up to his hands and knees and glared at her.

"You'll never be a good guy, Inuyasha!" She told him, the rain making her hair stick to her face. "Once you've turned bad, you stay that way forever! You can't fool anyone! You love a girl who is against you and you hate me! You might as well be on Naraku's side!"

Inuyasha clambered to his feet and tackled her to the ground. "I am not bad. And I don't love Kikyo -- that was in the past! I am not going to Naraku's side because he's evil. He's fucked up in the head. And I don't hate you!" He shouted to be heard above the rain. His face was only inches away.

Kagome got closer to his face, challenging him. "Don't lie to me." She kicked him over her head so he landed on his back and she did a backwards summersault and landed on him, straddling him. He gazed at her, momentarily stunned, before shaking his head.

"What has gotten into you lately?" He wanted to know. "You haven't been yourself since…The last time we saw each other."

"You want to know what's wrong with me?" She asked, leaning in close so she could whisper into his ear. "You broke my heart, Inuyasha. That's what's wrong. You defended her and hit me for trying to tell you the truth," she paused, taking in a breath. "And I hate you for that." She pulled her face away and drew her hand back, punching him in the face. He held his nose in pain before shoving her off of him and rolling away from her. He rose to his feet, wiping away the ribbon of blood that trickled from his nose. "Kagome, I told you that I was sorry," he glanced at his hand was the rain washed away the crimson that was on it. He remembered the decision he had come to a couple nights before -- to work independently -- and glowered at her. "But the only reason I'm sorry now is that I even met you."

He thought she would be crushed by this bit of news, especially since he had figured that all she was doing was trying to wear him down and make him break under pressure. She only smirked, however, and said, her voice low but loud enough to hear, "You should be." She lunged at him and swung at him with something shiny and sharp -- he knew it was sharp the moment it bit into his flesh. When he looked closely, he saw that she was sporting a knife. He managed to dodge a few blows, only to be hit by others.

She swiped at him, only to miss, and she followed up with a hard left punch to the stomach. He doubled over in pain and she brought her knee up to connect with his face, causing him to fall to the ground. She pounced on him and raised her knife above her head, bringing it down. He caught her wrist, despite his dizziness, and struggled to keep her hand away from him at all costs. He backhanded her, causing her to cease in her actions momentarily, dazed, and he took the knife from her hand.

He grabbed her arm and flipped her over him. He got onto his knees and saw that her head was at his chest. He did not want this, so he spun her around and slid her underneath him, bringing the knife down to her throat. She must have gotten over her dizzy spell for she laughed lightly and said, "Do it. You're a criminal. Do it…Kill me!"

He stared at her. How could she just command someone to kill her as if her life were nothing? "No," he rasped. Rain washed over the both of them and a streak of lightning illuminated their faces perfectly, causing their eyes to light up ominously before the light died away, the thunder following it.

"Kill me. You didn't have any quandary when you slapped me around that night, so a little slicing of my throat shouldn't be a problem, should it?" She stared directly into his amber eyes and he had to gaze away. She was definitely the stronger one when it came to being independent, that was for sure. How could she be, though? He had been alone longer than she had and trusted absolutely no one…Not until Kikyo and Naraku, of course. Maybe that was the reason. She hadn't trusted anyone until they decided to become a Dynamic Duo and stop Naraku, while he had believed that he and Kikyo could work things out years before.

He pressed some weight on the knife, causing it to puncture Kagome's skin. He saw crimson dribble down to the back of her neck and cringed on the inside; she hadn't even flinched. "Do it!" She cried.

He rose to his feet and tossed the knife to the ground next to her. "No." He then turned and walked away without another word.

Kagome sat up after a long while and stared into the distance, halfway hoping that he would return. When she didn't see his figure starting to take shape somewhere beyond the curtain of rainfall, she gathered her knife -- as well as herself -- and walked away, back toward the museum. There were no more visitors and she was sure she could show up as she was. Miroku wouldn't mind. In fact, he'd probably be glad to see her so he could ask her how her wounds were doing since she hadn't been there for two days.

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