bad boy

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bad boy

by kittie le sabre

Part 1 of 8

Miroku was straddling his bike and chatting on his cell phone when Inuyasha came storming up to him. He was making arrangements with one of The Fangs’ underlings to have Inuyasha’s bike, Tetsusaiga, transported to his house when the said leader grabbed him by back the neck and lifted him clear up into the air. He was set upon his feet with the cell phone clutched in his hand, only to be turned around with Inuyasha’s clawed fingers almost crushing his windpipe, nearly choking the shit out of him.

Miroku dropped the phone in the mud, with his feet dangling, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tore at the his boss’ hand, trying to free himself from the ruthless grasp. He could barely make out what his pissed off friend was saying.

“…fucking hands off Kagome, asswipe! I will kill you if you EVER go near her again! Got that?!”

Miroku could not reply since he was being strangled and Inuyasha calmed down long enough to realize his second’s dilemma. He slowly lowered him to the ground, easing up the pressure as Miroku gasped frantically for air.

“I w-was…merely…trying…to assist her…at the time,” he informed Inuyasha in between breaths. He remained stock still aware that the hanyou’s hand was around his throat.

“You fucking interrupted my time. You went against my orders.” Inuyasha growled low in his throat, tightening his hold on Miroku and lifting him again without effort.

Miroku’s feet kicked wildly and he thrashed about as his energy gathered slowly in response to the threat on his well-being. A sizzle of his power lashed out at Inuyasha, causing the hanyou to yelped like a scalded puppy and drop him to the muddy ground. Inuyasha fell to his knees, fighting the burning sensation of the pure energy that had erupted from Miroku. He was stunned by the mild attack.

Several moments passed in silence as the two remained on the ground, soaked to the skin and muddied. They looked like a pair of drowned rats with their heads turned away from one another.

Miroku broke the silence first, all too familiar with his best friend’s stubbornness.

“I-I’m sorry. It was not my intention to intrude on your territory. We’re all aware that you’ve staked your claim on her.” He released a sigh. “I’m concerned about your intentions towards her.”

Inuyasha jumped to his feet in a brisk movement to glare down at Miroku. “Stay the fuck out of my business Miroku! Kagome is off limits to your “concern” and your goddamned hands!”

Miroku staggered to his feet and wandered over to lean up against his bike. He did not look away from Inuyasha.

“I beg to differ. I am honor bound to protect Kagome-sama from your “demonic impulses” if you can’t control them. Or have you forgotten what happened to Nazuma when you tried to Mark her has your mate?”

Inuyasha snarled loudly in rage and pain. He did not reply as he strode over to the bleachers to duck under them. He returned with Kagome’s book bag and he quickly mounted his bike.

“Stay the fuck away from her Miroku. I’m not going to say this again.” He started Tetsusaiga. “Don’t get in my fucking way.”

Miroku narrowed his eyes, straightening up as he perused Inuyasha for several moments. A flicker of knowledge glimmered in his dark violet eyes and his eyebrow lifted in acknowledgement of a revelation. He stooped down to retrieve his cell phone, absently cleaning it off with a purple and black bandana he grabbed from his back pocket.

“Ahhh. I SEE.” He nodded and winced as he mounted his own bike.

Inuyasha tear dropped at this peculiar response before recovering.

“What the fuck are you gabbling about now asshole?!” Inuyasha yelled pushing back his water slicked bangs to closely observe the other male. “She is NOTHING to me!”

“Really?” Miroku looked unimpressed and his slight smile taunted Inuyasha. “No one tries to kill their best friend over a woman he only means to use for his own selfish pleasure.” He waited as Inuyasha turned his head away from him, unable to deny his words and unwilling to reply. The hanyou looked at him and “feh’d”, letting the rude snort speak for him before deciding to move on.

“What happened to you?” Inuyasha asked, changing the subject.

“Kanna.”

Inuyasha’s head swiveled back to him, his eyes gleaming fiercely. “Kanna? That bitch is still after you?”

“So it would seem.” Miroku curtly replied before going on. “My concern is that Sango has become her target.”

Inuyasha exclaimed, “What in the fuck has Sango to do with this?” It took him several moments before his eyes widened. So he was right! Things were more serious than he was letting on! The baka had finally admitted to it! Inuyasha prided himself on not putting the heat on his boy earlier. He was elated at his skills at detecting something.

“So it is serious, eh? YOU AND SANGO?” Inuyasha exclaimed smugly. “I knew it, I knew it-hentai bastard.”

“Enough. It would be prudent to keep the news quieter, Inuyasha. We will discuss this later at length. We must devise a strategy.”

Inuyasha nodded, his eyes solemn. There were more important things to attend to than his best friend creeping around with a good girl. Well maybe not so “good” anymore except in whatever she had learned from the perv.

“Right. I saw The Wolves hanging out with Onigumo earlier. Something brewing. The Spiders are having a meeting that we need to crash. I want to know everything that’s going on and what we’re up against.”

“Right,” Miroku agreed but was cut off from saying anything further when his cell phone rang. He waited while Inuyasha cut off his bike, answering by the third ring. “Hello? No Shippou, I won’t need the tow truck now. Sorry for cutting you off earlier. Yes, I know. Ja ne.”

Inuyasha glowered at him. “I wanted to make sure the little shit was available later on to get the club’s bikes in shape in time for the race. It’s only three days away. There is no way in hell I’m gonna let Naraku and that filth Onigumo gets his hands on that prize money.”

Everyone was aware that the slimy vice-principle was an avid gambler who supplied the majority of the pot money for the club races. He and Naraku were partners in crime in the sense that not only did Onigumo turn a blind eye to The Spiders’ activities; they would also “fix” races in order to win.

“Well…the girls are racing this time, too,” Miroku informed him. “Plus Kagura is now acting treasurer since we had to make the rule official about non-club members and ningen NOT handling the pot.”

“My asshole brother never wanted ningen anywhere near the money if he had a say so. Of course he was going to vote to pass that rule. I guess the rest of us got lucky when he didn’t include hanyous. The bastard still has to own up to the fact I’m his brother-and youkai blood is more important to him than ningen.” Inuyasha sniffed before continuing. “If Ayame is racing, then I’d rather she won the money than those Miko bitches.”

“Does that include Nazuma?” Miroku quirked an eyebrow at him.

Inuyasha growled a curse under his breath and started his bike. “Okay, change of plans again. Meet me at the garage later on tonight. I’ll put someone else on finding out where the Spiders’ are meeting with Naraku. Did you find out who’s been following me?”


“Someone in Naraku’s set. A youkai.”

“Shit. I need more than that Miroku. How is the fucker cloaking himself so I can’t detect them?”

“I’m working on it. If I can find out who it is, then I can have an answer for you by sundown.”

“Good. Make sure the runt is there at the garage. Wait for me if I’m running late. I gotta go take care of something first.” He slung yellow bag on the back of bike and secured it.

“I can well imagine. But I don’t think Kagome-sama will thank you for showing up at her house so soon.” Miroku started up his Fireblade, ignoring the warning rumble in Inuyasha’s chest.

“Baka! What in the fuck makes you think I’m going to HER house?”

“I don’t think yellow has become your favorite color for book bags recently,” Miroku cheekily commented, “not to mention I don’t recall you cracking a book in years.”

Inuyasha revved his bike up, doing a donut in the muddy water and effectively splattering Miroku before taking off with harsh laughter trailing in his wake at his second’s expression. That shut him up.

Miroku wiped his face off and was comforted with a thought.

‘No matter, Inuyasha. Kagome-sama will be sure to give you your comeuppance-even if I have to see to it personally.’

*~*~*~*~*~
Naraku narrowed his eyes at the blonde young woman sitting at the wide desk. She was typing away on her keyboard and the noise was making him grit his teeth in annoyance. He craved a cigarette to soothe his nerves, although he knew he was a demon and should not be addicted to such weak ningen pastimes. Or need them to calm himself down. Usually blood shed helped but he’d take what he could get for now in the form of a cigarette. He supposed that his craving partly had to do with being hanyou, which was a weakness in and of itself in the sense that he had human blood in his veins. Oh how he hated it. The only thing that made being a hanyou useful was that his uncle, Onigumo, was the vice-principal of Midoriko High. It was something he’d been able to keep a secret; until now.

Somehow the principal, Miss Iwa, had discovered his “dirty” little secret. It didn’t matter to her that he and his underlings kept her supplied with all kinds of contraband, lined her pockets, and gave her access to the best black market goods. They offered her their protection because she had once been a formidable dark miko. Over the years, Iwa Tsubuki had accumulated countless enemies who would pay billions to know where she was hiding.

Naraku could feel that the woman was outliving her usefulness. Perhaps it was time to get rid of her. He glanced down at his watch, irritated that she had him waiting outside of her office again for over fifteen minutes. He was not some sidekick, or low level demon for her to dismiss and discard him on a whim. The leader of The Spiders’ grimaced, all too aware that the only reason Onigumo was afforded the respect that he was from her, was due to the fact they’d been lovers on and off for countless years.

Now she was calling him to her office to confront him about his relationship with Onigumo. Yes, the bitch had outlived her usefulness. She was standing in their way, overstepping bounds.

“Naraku?”

He glanced over at the little secretary in askance, his clear features shifting into a sly smile.

The blonde young woman nearly fell off of her seat as she blushed. She finger combed her lank hair and straightened her crumpled suit over her pencil-thin frame. Offering him a gapped-tooth smile, she gestured towards the principle’s door.

“You may go in now. Miss Iwa is waiting for you.”

“Thank you, Janine,” he smoothly murmured sweeping past her to glide towards the office. Perhaps the poor thing could prove useful in the future if she continued to be so smitten with him.

When he entered Tsubuki’s office, he was not surprised by her appearance or her greeting.

She was impeccably attired as always, in a crisp white Norma Kamala linen suit, Ralph Lauren patent leather black and white heels and a black and white silk blouse by Anna Sui. Her dark hair was swept up into an immaculate chignon emphasizing the cold perfection of her pale face. She was standing watching him and if he were human, he would have missed the frosty gleam in her onyx gaze or the fact that her crimson mouth moved at all.

“What in the hell is going on, Naraku? You and Onigumo failed to tell me you were related. And now you are planning meetings on my campus grounds behind my back.”

Naraku nodded to acknowledge her anger and her words. “It seems, Tsubuki that you have already decided and analyzed everything. I don’t see why you called me to your office at all.”

She strolled from around the carved mahogany desk, her heels sinking into the plush imported chocolate brown rug. Abruptly, she came to a stop directly in front of him. Tsubuki crossed her arms, leaning on one hip as she studied him for several moments. She smirked and straightened up, dropping her arms to her sides and sneered as she addressed him.

“I called you in here to warn you, you hanyou filth. Superintendent Toutou-sai is arriving in two days. Whatever you and that baka Onigumo have planned had better be squashed. There is no way in the hells I am allowing either one of you pricks to screw things up for me now.” She moved up closer to him until their noses were almost touching. “I know you are making plans for the youkai to take over this school. Forget it. I also know that you have been looking for the Shikon jewel and offering it as incentive and reward for those who will follow you.”

Naraku did not hesitate or back down, offering her a mocking grin. “Hmm. It would seem that you know quite a bit, Tsubuki. Except for maybe one thing.”

“And what might that be, hanyou?”

Naraku released a long sigh, offering her a look that one would give to an errant child. “You don’t know all the names and faces of your enemies.”

“Are you threatening me? Cause if you are, you don’t have a damned thing! If you try to implicate me, let me remind you that you will go down as well.” Tsubuki glared at him, assured of her point and that she was safe from him turning her in. She believed that she had the upper hand. At least for now.

“Is there anything else?”

Tsubuki paused for several moments to study him, saying nothing. Suddenly, she burst out laughing, her features awash with contempt.

“Get your bony ass out of my office,” she told him, turning away and resuming her place at her desk.

“Your call, madam,” Naraku said and turned to leave, his ruby eyes glowing. He composed himself by the time he made it to Janine’s desk.

“Oh that was quick Naraku! I hope you are not expelled or anything.”

Naraku halted in mid stride and offered the young woman a smile. He suspected that in human years she was about 20 years of age. It was rather unseemly that she was interested in a youth in a high school that was assumed to be around 18 years old. Of course being hanyou, he was no such thing. He would be considered the “dirty old man” since he was far, far older than her grandparents.

Pushing the charm envelope, he placed his hands upon the desk offering her an oily smile as he said, “You are all kindness, Janine. No, I’m not expelled but I’m not happy either. You could remedy that by going out with me tomorrow.”

Naraku could see the answer in her eyes and his mind was racing ahead as to how he would make use of her since Tsubuki was no longer of any use to him.


~*~*~*~*~*

Sango was pissed. Could anything go right for her today?

Here she was stuck in traffic in on the expressway due in part to an accident somewhere up ahead. She was frustrated at how the day had gone. After her meeting with Miroku, she had cut her last class, deciding it would be best to go home early.

Maybe she was getting her just deserts in the end. Kuronosuke was her steady boyfriend and she’d been slipping around behind his back with a guy from the “darker side” of school. She’d been dating Takeda exclusively since sophomore year. Where was her since of loyalty?

If she were honest with herself, it had been fairly easy to get involved with Miroku behind Kuronosuke’s back. After all, he was egomaniacal at times, sexist, inconsiderate, and neglectful. The worst thing about his was he was a lousy kisser. The reasons she had started dating him were all superficial anyway, and the longer she stayed with him, she was convinced it was all due to the fact that it was convenient.

She’d noticed Miroku in the latter part of her second year at Midoriko at a dance. He’d been surrounded by girls; not all of his female admirers were part of the clubs either. She’d found him fascinating, as he charmed and made every single female in his vicinity feel special. There was something inherently noble about him. Sango had noticed how the shy girls, the unpopular girls, the homeliest girls all flocked to him with ease.

There were occasional squeaks and squeals of outrage because it was known he was frisky and liked to fondle the posterior of any female not on her guard. But despite all of that, she’d NEVER heard an unkind word about him. No one had ever claimed him to be cruel or mean. Everyone had lauded him as being trustworthy, generous and wise beyond his years. And everyone agreed that they could not understand why he hung around Inuyasha, or was for that matter, in The Fangs as the second in command.

She supposed that like her, Miroku had his own secrets. Plus they both carried longing and sadness inside of them, which had drawn them together. Their trysts had all started by accident in the library until the meetings no longer became-accidental. It was just one more secret to share, to keep close.

Secrets abounded all around them.

Yes, Sango was all too aware of the hidden secrets of Midoriko High. Her family was wealthy true-some were high ranking officials, a few were special agents and body guards to the world’s elite. But what nobody knew was that her family was also demon hunters and had been trained as such for centuries. She and a few others like her had been “planted” at schools like Midoriko High to keep an eye on the youkai that were attending there.

Sango had wanted to lead a normal life. She had rejected her heritage and duties as a demon hunter in favor of that normalcy. She longed for happiness and love in her life, especially since no one knew the truth about her or her family. It seemed that tragedy followed the lives of demon hunters and that fulfillment was elusive.
Although she was forced to train as a taija, she refused to actively “work” as one unless she was confronted with the evidence of youkai danger that was not involved in their world. Thus far, most of the demons kept everything within their own cliques and clubs.

But now, something had changed. Kanna was moving into her territory. She had come between Sango and a person she cared deeply for-Miroku. There was no way she was going to stand idle and let that happen. But it would also mean revealing the truth about who she truly was to Miroku. She had planned on telling Kagome everything that day because her best friend had become involved with that hanyou, Taisho Inuyasha. She needed to educate her naïve pal on what was going on in the school and to do that, she would have to tell Kagome all about her family and her training as a demon hunter. The Taisho were a seductive, calculating bunch and their power was nothing to scoff at. She owed Kagome her protection even if her friend was a tough and courageous girl, demons were nothing to dismiss lightly.

She would have to also tell Kagome about Miroku and something else that was more painful than Miroku’s rejection of her earlier.

Sango would have to tell Kagome about how her younger brother had become involved with Naraku and The Mikos willingly as a freshman. How he had succumbed to drugs and sex in order to fit into their world because he craved popularity and power. And how later, when Kohaku had outlived his usefulness, The Spiders had let him OD on heroin, cocaine and alcohol at a party that was given in his honor as new member of the fold.

Sango had never forgiven herself for Kohaku’s death; for not trying hard enough to save him. It was ultimately why she had not felt worthy to be a demon hunter and had turned her back on it all. No matter what her calling was, it had NOT saved Kohaku from the seduction and vice of demons. They had taken over his mind, body, and soul and he had turned his back on everyone that loved him-including her.


The blare of a horn snapped her out of her painful memories and morbid thoughts as she lightly eased up off the brake. Several minutes passed as she drove her car around the turn that kept the cause of the accident out of sight.

Sango released a sigh of disgust when she spotted a white SUV blocking the exit lane. Another car had plowed into the ditch on the side of the road. From the looks of things, it seemed that the car had hit the SUV and plummeted over into the ditch. The police, fire department and ambulance were all either blocking or squished into the area.

Of course it was the exit ramp that she needed to get off the expressway. The dented hood of the SUV was up and she could tell that the individuals hovering around the truck were female. As she slowed down to pass the group, she got a full view of everything because they were stranded on the driver’s side. Sango was so absorbed by the chaos as the traffic slowed down to pass the accident that she never noticed the second SUV pulling along side her on the passenger’s side.


A/N: Yes, I know it’ a cliffie. So kill me. And you won’t get the rest of the story! (evil laughter as organ overture from “Phantom of The Opera” plays)

Thanks everyone for reviewing-yes, I know-no lemon-no Kagome-but I have to have some plot right?


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