Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha.
Note: Sorry for the horrible battle scene. ::Begins to smack self with sledgehammer::
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Only Between Us
By: Artemisia Moon
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Part Two
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The second time that Bankotsu had run into Jakotsu, it was amidst a ferocious battle against a female gang of six mercenaries that were assigned to kill him – for being an assassin himself. How ironic.
Apparently, the daimyo who had assigned the mission hoped that Bankotsu would be the gentleman and not hurt the girls – you know, the kind of "I'm-a-man-and-I-don't-hit-women" type of thing. Fortunately for the feudal lord, he was correct…to an extent, anyway. Bankotsu only saw women as fuck toys – and killing them would be a waste if he never received an opportunity to play with them for a while. Of course, after a few hours of getting some, slaying them would not bother the young man one bit.
"Come on, ladies!" coaxed Bankotsu teasingly as he dodged another one of their weak blows. "You've gotta do better than this. You're wasting my time here." His talented right hand twirled the menacing halberd like a baton in the air, smirking slightly before smashing the overly-large blade in front of the one of the women whom was currently charging at him, samurai sword held high as a battle cry escaped from her lips. The impact from the Banyru created a horrendous storm of dirt and stone as it broke the ground from beneath her. Bankotsu hadn't even put any power into that blow, but it was enough to warn the women in front of him that he was serious – and deadly if not careful.
The teenage girl with the samurai sword leaped to the side just in time, chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Her raven hair was pulled into two Chinese-style buns at the sides of her head, pulling the pale skin from her face back tightly into awkward angles, making her nose and cheekbones to appear sharper than normal. She spat angrily at the ground, traces of red coating the liquid.
"You sadistic bastard! We'll show you that women are not play things!" Five other figures quickly leapt to their leader's side, forming a small group behind the samurai-wielder. They were all panting, various forms of weaponry held tightly in their hand as they glared venomously at the smiling man in front of them, whom hadn't even broken out in sweat. Bankotsu stood there casually, Banyru's tip inserted heavily into the ground as he crossed his arms proudly.
His midnight-blue eyes twinkled with hidden delight. "Is that so? Show me then." A low chuckle rumbled through his chest as his childish taunting bristled the alpha-female's anger (whom Bankotsu had affectionately dubbed Buns). She would have been the prettiest of the six, if she had let her hair down and not have restrained her breasts with tight pieces of cloth to restrict movement and to "reduce" the size. Bankotsu's eyes roamed over her figure, causing the young woman to shiver visibly and he laughed at her display of weakness. He thought that she had nice legs. Long, supple, and powerful enough to wrap around his waist as he continued to pound –
"Kaoru! Miki! Follow my lead!" Buns motioned towards two young girls on her left, one female was clad in light pink while the other was dressed in dark green, both of them sporting identical short and cropped hairstyles and identical elfish facial features.
Well, what do you know, the seventeen-year-old human male mused, clearly entertained. They're twins… Bankotsu had decided that pinky over there was Pixie Light and the other was Pixie Dark.
He was going to be quite sad when he had to kill them, considering that he's named them and all.
The Pixies both shouted out a response of "HAI!" towards their ringleader, whom had already gone out into a full-out sprint towards the currently grinning Banyru-possessor. Bankotsu quickly unsheathed his gigantic sword from the earth and braced himself for their (probably harmless) attack, and sighed in annoyance. Pixie Light chased after Buns, a large mace-like piece of weaponry waving wildly in her right hand.
And then suddenly, Pixie Light was gone.
Bankotsu blinked in surprise at the sudden quick manoeuvre. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his halberd, a churning feeling in his gut telling him that Pixie Light was probably behind him…
"MIKI! NOW!" The young mercenary's head shot up at the order, eyes widening slightly as three blurred figures charged at him, swords and thick, gleaming blades aimed towards his upper torso. He was so distracted with Pixie Light's disappearance that he had failed to notice Pixie Dark and Buns' alignment around him.
Eh, well, it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle.
Quicker than a blink of an eye, Bankotsu leapt into the air and swung the Banyru in a circular-like motion, the blade becoming a whirlwind of grey as it sliced the air, creating a sharp and loud whoosh sound. Buns and Pixie Light half-ducked and half-jumped back in time, but unfortunately for Pixie Dark, the young girl clad in green was cut – shallowly, Bankotsu thinks with a frown – by the tip of the blade, the gash light enough to leave her head attached to her shoulders, but deep enough to cause the wound to squirt rose-coloured liquid in all directions.
Pixie Light – Her name is Miki, he smiles slightly, remembering – screamed, watching her older mirror-twin fall gracelessly to her knees as dainty hands covered her long throat, choking horridly as blood continued to gush out in merciless amounts, falling from her lips, dripping from her hands, creating a dark puddle around her as it soaked into her long clothing.
It was amusing for a moment, Bankotsu decided, but had grown rather tiresome to watch the careless girl writhing on the ground from her wound. Perhaps I should just end it now…? It was then that he realized Pixie Light – otherwise known as Miki – was still screaming like an effin' banshee.
"Shut up, damn it!" snapped Bankotsu irritably as he roughly kicked Pixie Dark's head to the side, a sickening snap emitting from the act of violence as the woman lying on the ground went limp immediately, blood still flowing openly from her wound.
"Kaoru!" Buns yelled in agony at the loss of a comrade, as Miki collapsed onto the ground beside her, face slack in shock.
Bankotsu sighed. Why does this always happen to me? The gods must detest me today.
"You'll pay for this, you heartless bas – "
"I thought I had heard some screaming." All six remaining members of the feud turned around abruptly, eyeing the sudden masculine-yet-feminine character that slid out of their dark surroundings. The intruder's dark onyx eyes widened in brief surprise, before bending up into its cheerful upside-down smile. "Fancy meeting you here, handsome." Charcoal orbs flitted over the faces of the women briefly, mouth shaped into a playful smile as both his hands went to rest on his hips. "Bankotsu-dearest, I can't believe that you've started a party and never invited me! Shame on you."
"Long-time-no-see, Jakotsu. How ya doin'?"
The red-lipped man didn't answer, instead, his heated gaze travelled over to the slightly confused and still very-angry tribe of mercenary women. An amused chuckle escaped him when his eyes landed on the mangled and obviously dead body on the floor, soaking in its own puddle of blood. "It took you that long to finally kill one? Pathetic. You're cute, but I'm startin' to think that I've overestimated you."
"Tch. It just started." He turned back towards the group of girls in front of him, Banyru perched like a faithful pet-hawk upon his shoulder.
"Now, now, you've had plenty of time to show me what you could've done," began the girly man, smiling teasingly. "It's my turn. I'll show you what my Jakotsuto can do!"
"Leave a few of 'em alive – I wanna have some fun as well."
"Hmm…we'll see."
X – A Few Minutes Later - X
"Damn it, Jakotsu!" cursed the man with the long braid, royal blue eyes darkening in annoyance. The lone duo now sat cross-legged amidst a gory display of mangled and deranged body parts, a few distorted limbs thrown askew here and there, clumps of hair scattered the area, while the ground itself was dyed a red so dark that it looked almost brown. "I told you to keep a few of 'em alive!"
"I don't even understand why or how you can stand their company!" spat Jakotsu lazily, cleaning the multiple blades of his sword with an agonizingly slow pace with the clothing of one of the mercenary women – which was nicknamed Curly, due to her unnaturally frizzy hair (Bankotsu recalls with a snicker).
"Well, for one thing, I ain't a gayass like you."
"Uh huh…"
"And I haven't gotten laid in a week!" He shifted uncomfortably, faintly remembering the young daughter of the village headmaster that he had screwed a little while ago – Midori-what's-her-name.
"That's a problem, isn't it?" Jakotsu wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing the younger man to scoff and shrink away in mock disgust. "I can fix that."
"Like hell you can!"
The raven-heads laughed merrily together, chatting away mindlessly as they cleaned their weapons like nothing was wrong in the world, like there were no deformed and decaying bodies around them.
They may have met at separate times, but they had left together in the end.
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The End
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A/N: Please review.