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Chapter Eighteen: Amendment

Tsubaki smiled wickedly at Korari and Nazuna who looked at themselves in the mirror. They all stood in a darkly coloured room with metal bed furnishings and awkward angled mirrors. Tsubaki always had a taste for obscurity in design.

"Where did you get this?" Korari asked, fingering the skimpy but attractive blood red tank top that Tsubaki let her borrow.

"Seduction, seven dollars."

Nazuna sighed. "I'm starting to wonder if I'm getting too old for these kinds of clothes."

Korari stared worriedly at her friend and then gave a knowingly look to Tsubaki. "To Sin Central on the double!"

Pushing a blonde strand of hair away from her face, Korari then lunged at her and started moving.

Laughing, Nazuna let herself be pushed down the stairs, out the door and into the car. Sin Central was a club and bar that the three friends normally went to once a month. Despite what was happening in the town, they thought they shouldn't let it completely ruin their fun. Not only that but Sin Central was out of town so they thought it would be safer there than in Trite.

Tsubaki was grabbing the keys and before Korari sat down in the back, she gasped.

"Ah, my purse! I'll be right back."

Nazuna found herself alone and in the dark. Her body was restless and she noticed that she was straining to see in the inky blackness of Tsubaki's backyard.

Once again, she was reminded of the weird feeling of being watched. Nazuna quickly locked the car and rubbed the back of her neck, feeling the hairs standing straight up.

Relief flooded through her when Korari ran back out of the house and into the car with her purse in her hands. "Have you seen Tsubaki?"

Nazuna shook her head. "She hasn't come out yet. I thought she was inside getting her keys."

"I didn't see her. I don't understand why she always keeps her car doors unlocked," Korari started with a sigh. "I mean with this killer going around and everything."

"I do it because I have no reason to fear," came a voice from the outside. Tsubaki opened the door and hopped in the driver's seat. "There's no reason for anyone to kill me and it will never happen to me. I think I'm safe, okay?"

Korari sighed irritably at her friend's logic. "The final last words."

Laughing, Nazuna nodded. "Remember, 'never' is Karma's doorbell. And oh ding dong, it's for you."

The club was packed, as per usual for Sin Central. Lights flashed on and off, the place, even with the lights, was quite dark and the black painted walls didn't help make a light impression either.

As the heavy beat was blasted into everyone's ears, the three girls danced away freely, unaware to the many eyes staring at them with lust. Some males had even gone up to them and put their arms around them, grinding with them without so much as a 'hello.'

By midnight, Korari was positive she had seen only one fifth of the faces of men she'd danced with.

Not too comforting…

With the huge crowd and sweating bodies around them, she didn't even think she'd be able to point someone out. All the faces looked the same, all wearing dark makeup, the majority wearing black clothes… Overall they were no more than dancing, breathing, sweating and grinding clones bent on making the night worth something.

When the beat started to pick up and all three of the girls swung their hips with more force and speed, Tsubaki felt two hands snake around her waist, slowly and steadily making their way to her breasts.

Instantly, Tsubaki raised her hands and held the unfamiliar two, pushing them back down to her hips. She tried dancing yet again but the guy she was dancing with didn't let up and changed his tactics. If he couldn't go up, he could certainly go down.

Nazuna saw the anger building up within Tsubaki and knowing her friend all too well, realized that she would start a scene. Quickly making her way to her, Nazuna pressed herself up against Tsubaki and started grinding with her, following the 'help' code.

The 'Help' code was a simple idea the three girls had made up: if one of them was in trouble, uncomfortable or just minutes away from punching some asshole in the face then one of them would start dancing with them and drag them away, turning and twisting and getting lost in crowds if the guy didn't get the message.

Nazuna started to pull Tsubaki away, dancing with her like she would any other and when she realized the creep was still following Tsubaki –still attempting to grind with her from behind- Nazuna turned them and forced them to get lost in the crowd.

Too bad only seconds later, Tsubaki's "friend" caught up with a friend.

Who started grinding behind her, officially squishing the two in the middle.

Tsubaki looked at Nazuna, who looked back at her with dangerous eyes. Together they stood up straight, completely stiff and unmoving and then walking away with not so much as a glance to the perverted men behind them.

Korari, who saw the entire thing from the bar, tried to hold in the laugh that just escaped her. She watched as her two best friends joined her, both with wry looks and being the good friend she was, ordered them a fruity alcoholic drink each before they got there.

"Mm, Korari, I love you," Nazuna sighed after taking a long sip of drink shamelessly known as 'Sex on the Beach.'

Flashing the two a wicked smile, she nodded and looked around the room, hoping to see any hopefuls that would busy her schedule.

And then she saw him.

"What the hell?" she murmured, squinting in hopes of seeing better. She really wanted to be wrong but that arrogant smirk, the slimy black hair was all too familiar.

It was Naraku and he was looking straight at Nazuna with hungry eyes.

"What's wrong?" Tsubaki asked, looking at her friend worriedly before looking in that direction.

Korari shook her head and when Tsubaki looked back, the confusion was out of her eyes but the worry wasn't. "What is it?"

Wondering if Tsubaki had seen Naraku or not, Korari decided not to say anything until a bit later on. Perhaps it was just coincidence.

Perhaps she was full of shit.

After a couple rounds of Sex on the Beach –Tsubaki's idea-, the three made their way back down to the dance floor and moved to the beat, feeling more alive than ever.

Korari on the other hand couldn't get the sight of Naraku out of her mind. She looked around the room again and once more she spotted him, his eyes fixated on Nazuna and unknowing to her own eyes.

Nazuna, not at all a strong drinker, hiccupped and laughed as she twirled. "Hey girls," she shouted over the music. "Did I tell you I think I was being stalked recently?"

That statement alone hit Korari like a ton of bricks. 'He was with us when Nazuna and I went out to dinner a couple nights ago. And I can remember seeing him every time I was with Nazuna before that…'

"Yeah, I was at the hair salon today and I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. Creepy, eh?"

Tsubaki laughed. "Honey, I've been stalked since I was fourteen and have had about as many stalkers as I do shoes."

Nazuna and Tsubaki laughed. Korari did not.

"I think I found your stalker," Korari said.

"What?" Nazuna yelled. "I can't hear you!"

"I said-!" Korari shook her head and grabbed Tsubaki's and Nazuna's hands and dragged them to a more secluded, quieter place of the club. "I said I think I know who's stalking you."

Nazuna looked at her questioningly. "Really, who?"

Korari licked her dry lips. "Naraku, my boss. It all fits. He's always out with us when we have our usual get-togethers and sometimes he asks about what we're doing and being as naïve as I was, told him. Don't look, but he's to the right of the bar now."

Nazuna didn't look but she had to fight a strong impulse not to. Still not out of her drunk stupor, Nazuna shrugged and made her way to the dance floor as she continued dancing.

Tsubaki noticed how frightened Korari looked and held her arm, and pulled her back slightly, staying in the corner. "Do you think he'll cause her any harm?"

Korari looked at Tsubaki, taking her gaze off of Nazuna and shrugged. "My guess is as good as yours. From what I gathered he's not the impulsive type. He likes everything planned out for him. So, unless he knew Nazuna was going to get drunk and be here waiting…I sort of doubt it. Of course, I wouldn't keep Nazuna out of my eyesight and I think I should start recording all the times I've seen him."

Tsubaki nodded. "Probably a good idea. Notifying the police would be good too."

Looking back up to the bar to see her boss, Korari felt her heart jump to her throat when she found him missing, so to speak.

The rush of her heartbeat pounded in her ears and Korari grabbed Tsubaki's arm. "What in God's name is she doing? Nazuna!" Korari screamed.

Over the music, Nazuna couldn't hear as she made her way towards Naraku who leaned casually against the black wall. His gaze on her was smug and lighted with lust.

Nazuna had a plan already formed in her brain. First she was going to talk to him and then she was going to slap him and continue dancing the night away.

Both simple and realistic.

Sex on the Beach really did help you come up with great plans.

Naraku was now only an arms length away from her and before he could even open his mouth, Nazuna balled her hands into fists and planted them on her hips.

"Are you stalking me?"

Naraku smiled and raised a brow. "Am I?"

"I asked you first."

Naraku laughed and grabbed hold of Nazuna's wrists. She didn't move, didn't budge and when she felt her body being pulled close to his she merely closed her eyes and sighed.

"Are you stupid?"

Nazuna was jerked back and turned around, forced into looking at her close friend Korari. She laughed and shook her head, swaying slightly at the movement. "Oh, I'm never stupid K…K…you. I'm always smart and balanced, just like Kellogg's Special K cereal. With the hint of vanilla, of course."

With the hint of absolutely bloody insane was more like it.

Korari tried to pull Nazuna away but it was no use. Nazuna clawed at her, making her cheeks and forehead bleed. Nazuna bit her, shooting fiery pain into her left hand and right arms. Nazuna pulled her head, officially cracking her neck in such a harsh way that she was almost driven to tears and also creating unbelievable pain in her scalp.

Tsubaki held onlookers at bay, glancing back and wincing when she saw what the drunken Nazuna was like: violent and uncontrollable. This was not looking good.

Finally, Korari let go of Nazuna and watched as she made her way back to Naraku who still leaned against the wall, smirking with that ugly curved mouth and dangerous sharp eyes.

Korari was positive she would be on that night, since she would most likely be fired at any second.

Running through the crowd and pushing back anyone that got in her way, Korari ran out of the building and pulled out her cell, dialling 911 within a second.

Tsubaki looked at the scene around her and thought about it with wide-eyes.

The entire situation weighed down on her and Tsubaki didn't know if she'd be able to handle it. This wasn't supposed to be happening.

All of her life, she had had it fairly easy. She grew up in a wealthy home, getting everything she wanted and always having her way. She was always in control of situations and had the ability to change anything into a silver lining.

No matter how dark and stormy the cloud was there was always a silver lining, you just had to find it.

Tsubaki watched disgustedly as Nazuna made-out with Naraku and she felt her stomach heave.

She couldn't think and she needed to think.

Suddenly, Tsubaki did the only thing she could in situations like this.

She ran like hell.

Sango gave out a frustrated cry as she banged her head on her desk, feeling useless and pitiful.

"Don't hit your head; you'll regret it one day."

Sango looked up with a wry look on her face and scowled. "Shut up pervert. I really don't need to be lectured right now. Not with a killer on the loose and nothing to do but sit and wait."

Miroku sighed and put his elbows on her desk, his chin resting on them. He sat in the visitors chair in her office, the only other office in the building since the rest of the officers all worked in the bullpen. "Where do you think Inuyasha and Kagome are?"

"God only knows where," she remarked dryly. "And with them I wonder if I really want to know –hey, you better stop smiling or I'm going to smash your face in, got it?"

Miroku visibly gulped, a small smile trying to be repressed. "You're a wicked woman Sango."

"You're a lecherous man Miroku."

"A match made in heaven," he said as he sighed in bliss.

The previous statement made Sango blush and in order to cover it up reached across her desk and punch him in the shoulder. "Don't be silly."

"I'm not!" Miroku protested. "Personally I think it's an amazing match. What do you think?" His face screamed innocence and his eyes screamed something so much more.

Whatever Sango had to say about that was quickly forgotten when Kouga rushed in, his eyes wide and alert and his body tense.

"What's the matter Kouga?" Sango asked, both relieved that she was out of the hot seat and disturbed to see that something else could be up.

"We just got a call from the other police department. Korari Takeda is at Sin Central right now and apparently Nazuna Orikasa is in trouble. She was shrieking about stalking and the killer from the past two weeks. They handled the situation but now they want us over there."

"Why?" Sango asked. "It's not our district and we're not supposed to interfere."

"Sheriff Ueda called and asked for the chief. Don't ask me why, I'm not part of the secret circle."

Ignoring the pointed statement directed towards her, Sango looked at Miroku thinking. She didn't know what it was about him but sometimes when she looked in his eyes, everything was so clear.

How corny did that sound?

Swearing to herself about both Miroku and the situation at hand, Sango shook her head and banged her fists on the desk. "Goddamn this shit," she hissed fiercely. "What time is it?"

Miroku looked on the wall in her desk, noticing that it was a digital clock and not analog. "It's quarter after eight in the morning."

Sango looked at him strangely. "Then why the hell are you here so early in the morning for?"

"Kagome's in a bad mood," Miroku said with a shrug. "She won't tell me but I have a sneaky suspicion it has something to do with Inuyasha. Not only that but you needed company. I know you purposely are working overtime in case something happens or comes to you and I know you have a job to do but I guess I feel I should be here."

Sango looked at Miroku with deep compassion, a wondering gaze burning in her milky brown eyes. She had the urge to say, 'now you tell me' or 'unfair' but held it all in. There would be time for them to talk later but right now, more important things were at hand.

Sango stood up and walked to the door. "Kouga, follow me and tell me all you know. Miroku, call the chief, now. We may have just stumbled on to something here."

This is not going good. How could things have screwed up so badly?

Everything was going my way.

I was winning.

She was going to die… It was so perfect.

Now she'll know.

Now she'll get it.

I can't let this happen, I can't let them win.

I can't let her live.

Or the other one for that matter.

If you want something done right you always have to do it yourself.

After Nazuna left the station the next morning, she crashed from about five a.m. to ten o'clock. Not exactly great sleep but she promised herself that she would try to have a nap despite the fact she never had them.

Once she was up, she was up.

Her head hurt like hell and she left all the lights in her house out, the light paining her more than anything. She got dressed and popped in several pills for her hangover and laid down on the couch in the living room, thinking things over.

She vaguely remembered things of the previous night. The dancing, the drinking and her little playtime with Naraku. Just shivering at the thought, Nazuna mentally kicked herself for doing such a thing. She really had been extremely drunk.

Now she had time to think things over. Naraku was being questioned at the station after Korari's statement and though Nazuna could now verify it, she hadn't been able to at the time. He wasn't being held though since nothing was done wrong and nothing could be proven but they were looking into it. Apparently, Korari said they would find something if they looked deeper. From the sounds of it, it wasn't good…for him.

She hadn't seen Tsubaki though, but apparently she called Korari telling her that she hadn't been able to handle it and went home. The police had given both her and Korari a ride home and Nazuna was thankful for it.

Then she starting thinking of all the things Korari told her in the past about Naraku and she was surprised to find out that she was able to connect everything to one source. That one source being the killer.

Nazuna gasped and lurched up, ignoring her headache and slipping on her runners and grabbing the keys. She had to tell the police… Maybe she was right about it!

The thought stopped her in her tracks and Nazuna thought about it for a moment longer, hoping that she was wrong. When she realized she wasn't, she continued.

Only to walk out the door and be met with total darkness and the chill of death.

Next Chapter: Bad to Worse- Ami dropped her coffee, shattering the mug and spilling the hot liquid all over her legs. She didn't feel any pain though as she screamed in horror. And suddenly, it felt like a dream no more.

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