bad boy

Disclaimer: I wouldn’t mind owning Dante Sparda. Dante, Son of Sparda, belongs to the PS1 & PS2 folks- makers of “Devil May Cry”. I’m crying over that fact. Damn.
Deimos, The Lord of Terror, belongs to manga team Etsuko Ikeda and Yuho Ashibe creators of “Bride of Deimos”. Double damn. We all know who Vegeta is and where he belongs. Triple damn.


badboy

by kittie le sabre

Part 2 of 10

Sesshoumaru was sitting in his ‘public’ study today reading his intelligence reports.

The room was used for outside business transactions and for receiving any associates, clients and guests that were not privy to the inner circle of the clubs and Assassins’ affairs. It was decorated with a thick cream toned rug, contemporary mahogany English leather furniture, gilded lamps and a table with a faux antique finish, embossed drapes, bookcases and an oak desk that he was currently seated behind. Priceless abstract sculptures and paintings were everywhere and a couple of large Madagascar Dragon plants in ornate Romanesque planters.

The leader of The Assassins was perusing the neat pile of paperwork in front of him as **Tchaikovsky’s “Pathetique” performed by the St. Petersburg Philharmonic drifted throughout the room from a hidden yet elaborate sound system. Still thanks to his keen youkai senses, he could detect the approach of his second, Dante Sparda, as his light tread glided through the halls while he greeted the staff and members of their club. Dante was the only individual allowed to disturb him at anytime, anywhere, yet the second-in-command never abused the privilege.

The irony of the matter was that Dante was hanyou like his half-brother. He suspected that Dante had changed his ‘view’ of those who were not full-blooded youkai. Years ago, Dante had arrived on the Taisho household doorstep after his parents and were murdered by Mundus, Sparda’s enemy. Thankfully his twin brother, Virgil, had survived.

Sparda had been a long-time friend of Sesshoumaru’s father. It was no surprise that the two males had championed ningen and that they had both taken ningen females as mates. Sparda had been a powerful demon in his own right and his offspring’s blood displayed the dominance of that blood; almost completely overpowering the humanity of Dante gained from his mother.

Dante was quite proficient in a large array of weapons-guns, swords and melee. The young half-demon was also fiercely independent. The very day he completed school, Dante had packed his bags, after thanking everyone and informing the Taisho household that he’d become gainfully employed as a bodyguard, making it quite clear by his actions that he refused to continue on as a ‘charity case’. From there, he established his own private bodyguard services and later his second business, Devil May Cry, after eventually graduating to become a Demon Hunter with a cool disposition yet hot on the trail of any rogue youkai who endangered the existence of their kind and of course ningen.

This rebellion and defiance from some trouble-making youkai was one of the initial reasons how The Assassins came into being along with Sesshoumaru’s decision to track down Naraku who was becoming an issue for them all. Inuyasha had thought he was merely ‘showing him up’ after forming The Fangs. He let his baka half-brother think whatever he wanted.

Sesshoumaru lithely flicked open a nearby red/black lacquer box to procure a cigarillo. He placed it into his mouth and lit it with a Tiffany’s lighter that had been engraved with his family crest. It was a gift from Kagura for what could pass for his birthday, although demons didn’t tend to acknowledge such things. No doubt it was a habit she acquired from her proximity to humans.

Outside the door, Dante paused long enough to wait for the low timber of his boss’s voice from the other side of the panel. He knew that Sesshoumaru was aware of his presence long before he arrived to wait for his command to come into his study. There was the temptation to use his pistols on the door just to fuck with him.

“Enter.”

Dante opened the door and glided into the room, his Lost Art red leather coat swinging around him as he turned to close it. The custom made duster parted just enough for his guns, Ebony and Ivory, to wink at Sesshoumaru had he chosen to look up from his paperwork.

The leader of The Assassins exhaled smoke into the air and several minutes passed while Dante calmly stood there in the center of the room with the appropriate amount of distance between himself and Sesshoumaru’s desk. He leisurely studied his boss in order to better gauge and perceive his mood.

Today Sesshoumaru was wearing a crimson sharkskin Duncan Quinn suit with a burgundy and white striped Paul Smith shirt that he left open to expose the strong column of his throat. His silver hair was intricately braided and twisted to lie flat against the back of his head so that his fluffed bangs gave the effect of a short haircut from a frontal view. A large red diamond ring with a platinum band winked on his left hand; a recent purchase from Avianne & Co. while on their last venture in New York. Dante was sporting a red diamond stud that a female admirer had given him as part of his payment for an assignment she’d hired him for months ago.

Dante squelched his annoyance at the fact they’d both become too similar in their attitudes and modes of thinking. If Sesshoumaru was wearing that ring, it meant he was in a fairly excellent mood because the trip out East had been a success. The Demon Hunter had just gotten out of bed, showered and dressed when he’d received a brief note from his twin brother saying that he’d be coming into town within the week, hence HIS own good mood and decision to wear the red diamond earring. It wasn’t often that Virgil contacted him and Dante never demanded more from him considering all that his brother had gone through at the hands of Mundus.

In a fluid movement, Sesshoumaru abandoned his pose at the desk and walked over towards one of the wooden panels in the room, shattering Dante’s train of thought. The leader of The Assassins still carried the cigarillo, casually tossing one to his second who continued to remain standing there in amused silence. Exhaling a stream of smoke, Sesshoumaru quickly deactivated the hidden barrier by using his youki to release the seal and open it.

Dante hastily followed him, quite aware that Sesshoumaru expected him to understand that they were going to his ‘private’ study to discuss the latest news. The males walked through a narrow corridor until they reached another barrier that once removed, revealed an exquisite garden. Sesshoumaru discarded the cigarillo into a nearby stone carpe wastebasket that blended well with the landscaping. The garden statues and abstract fountain were original creations by ***Isamu Noguchi. The fountain was granite; hand carved and cut by Noguchi’s collaborator, Masatoshi Izumi, and one of his students. The fountain had been rendered to somewhat look like a smaller version of Noguchi’s “Black Sun” and was the focal point of the garden.

As they walked through the area, Dante continued enjoying his cigarillo, aware that he had time to finish it before they reached the other side of the house. The entire mansion and the grounds was an endless stretch of wings, galleries, upper and lower levels, observatories, parlors, studies and hidden rooms. Sesshoumaru’s priceless art collections adorned each area except for places where they would be at the most risk for theft and negligent damage.

This particular garden was entirely surrounded by glass in the manner of a green house; however it was not visible to anyone from the outside. It was completely arranged in what could be described as a post contemporary Neo-Meiji style except that it had flowers from various places around world wide and there were ponds with different species of fish besides Koi.

Dante fully appreciated the garden and this area of the house that exclusively was Sesshoumaru’s personal domain. The décor was a tasteful mixture of East and West; a blending of Indian tapestries, rugs and casually displayed hookahs, with carved Nigerian tables, Egyptian linens and furniture and mirrors etched in gold and Arabian silver. The kitchen was European marble and stainless steel with an American Shaker breakfast nook with a view of the trees, skies and cultivated English garden; the dining room held a contemporary Japanese abstract table and Chinese Ming Dynasty vases and a couple of Queen Anne chairs and lacquer cabinets. The bedroom was filled with Turkish embroidered curtains; there were Viennese handmade soaps in the spacious hand-painted ceramic tile bathroom; from a Norman convent there were embellished pillows; linens from South America for Sesshoumaru’s large futon with its Spanish wrought iron and wooden frame. Throughout the mansion Italian marble gilt-veined walls and columns, Venetian glass chandeliers reigned with silk covered lantern lamps hanging from gilt sconces and authentic Russian sable rugs and throws.

The pair passed from room to room until they rounded a corner and reached twin doors of black wood inlaid with pearl, red jade and purple jasper. Sesshoumaru traced the air with a clawed finger, writing upon the air in kanji. Dante watched as the letters writhed and glowed responding to his boss’ youki. The doors drifted apart and opened.

Sesshoumaru stepped into his private study with his second-in-command in his wake. Dante coolly glanced around the room, smothering his admiration behind a guise of nonchalance. No one ever sat in the pair of chairs by Noguchi and very few had ever seen the ceramics and framed calligraphy by Kitaoji Rosanjin. The Taisho family crest had also been beautifully rendered by Rosanjin upon a large plaque that was mounted upon the wall. This had been a gift given to Sesshoumaru by his father when he had finally ‘come of age.’

Unlike the opulence of the rest of his living space, the study was stark, almost bare except for the walls and walls of books, scrolls, and multimedia. A computer station was off to one side with a neat chair. The floor was hardwood and covered with an Oriental rug done in reds, golds, blacks and white. The desk was ancient, preserved sandalwood with a matching chair that had damask white cushions. Blending with the fabric, Mokomokosama was draped over the chair and curled itself around Sesshoumaru when he sat down.

“Dante,” was all he said, reaching for a nearby crystal decanter filled with Navan. The leader of The Assassins NEVER smoked in this part of his home. Dante had long discarded the remains of his cigarillo during their ‘stroll’ through the garden.

The Demon Hunter did not need to be addressed twice. He immediately launched into his brisk report. His boss perused him with keen interest, observing that the half-demon had taken time with his attire before their meeting. The Son of Sparda’s charcoal pinstripe Ron N. Ron suit and Diesel silk blue-gray shirt contrasted with his blood-red duster and lent him an underworld chic that suited him. A change since his usual clothing consisted of gloves, boots, jeans, armor, leather pants and form fitting shirts with his trademark coat. Of course Dante was wearing Chelsea boots and top scale leather gloves right now.

By the time he was finished, Sesshoumaru was leaning back in his chair with a faint smirk on his face.

“Have a seat AND a drink,” the youkai commanded as his mind raced, dissecting and analyzing the information.

“I’d much rather remain standing,” Dante stated with a quirk of his lips, his pale eyes gleaming with mischief. “With all due respect or course.”

Sesshoumaru studied him for several moments in his usual expressionless manner. His eyes briefly flashed red as his youki flared in response to his second’s careless reply. However, he quickly noted that Dante was observing him intently, so he quickly and smoothly regained his control, going on as if nothing had occurred. There were times when the half-demon deliberately baited him as if to prove something-

“I see that Naraku and Onigumo have become impatient,” Sesshoumaru mused aloud, dismissing his irritated thoughts. “Just what in the hells does Tsubuki expect from The Assassins? We are NOT body guards.”

Dante solemnly agreed with a curt nod. Iwa Tsubuki, the principle, was requesting Sesshoumaru’s protection because of the recent attempts on her life. It was obvious that her vice principal and his accomplice wanted her out of the way and would use any means to succeed. The last attempt was when her secretary, Janine, had locked her in her office and started a fire after hours when she was working late. When Tsubuki had managed to escape, Janine had charged her with a letter opener screaming about how the principle had wronged her beloved Naraku. All it had taken was a muttered curse to put the delusional young woman out of her misery and to send her writhing to the floor in agony. When the fire department and police had arrived to rescue the women, Janine was severely burned and in a coma, while Tsubuki was disheveled and covered in soot. A few hours later, Janine succumbed to her “injuries” from the potency of the dark miko’s curse.

Now that she had used her powers, Tsubuki was afraid that her enemies would trace her and find her. Onigumo and Naraku would use this to their advantage and she needed all of the help she could get.

“Until it affects our plans directly, and it does not, we won’t lift a finger in her defense,” Sesshoumaru decided emotionlessly, “my main concern is the debacle that my lack wit half-brother has become involved in.” He suppressed a shudder at the hanyou’s ill conceived rescue mission. It was bad enough that Karran had set up Miroku after making a deal with Kanna. The female youkai had negotiated a ‘deal’ where Kanna would help Karran become Sesshoumaru’s mate if she placed Miroku in The Miko leader’s hot little hands.

Sesshoumaru’s eyebrow twitched. Karran had been ambling to become his bitch for some time now. She wanted to remove Kagura because she believed that his aid was his lover and would become the Queen of The Assassins. How pathetic and how wrong she was. In the meantime, she would have to be dealt with for threatening their operation.

Miroku was an important part of the upcoming race this weekend, and as his brother’s second, he was vital. The Fangs were significant in the collateral the two clubs gained from the races, and since they usually won, Sesshoumaru was not taking any chances. The bets were already in for this race. It was not the time to jeopardize the outcome with female petty jealousy.

“Who did he take with him?” Sesshoumaru curtly asked.

“Shippou and that girl…she was sitting at the table with the little black-haired one who was not pleased that you had a pet.”

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes in remembrance and annoyance. Oh yes, the Elite group of ningen all clustered together. Yes, he did recall the female who’d dare to challenge him. He’d had Jaken deliver a missive to her and it was all that he could do to deny himself the pleasure of viewing her reaction to its contents.

‘In time,’ he silently promised the ningen female named Rin Todo, ‘you will know what it means to challenge the son of a Taiyoukai.’ Sesshoumaru anticipated reading the dossier files he’d had Jaken compile for him on Rin.

The miko girl would be an asset to The Fangs and The Assassins. Her holy powers coupled with Miroku’s would make them formidable. It would be extra incentive to keep Naraku and Onigumo from overstepping their positions and challenging them.

But his baka half-brother was really on his shit list now for taking their prized mechanic! Shippou was irreplaceable!

“Dante, go and retrieve that bakamon. Take Jaken with you since he is adept at flying a helicopter.” Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes narrowed as his mind raced. “I know The Mikos; Kanna, or at least her henchmen, will make certain their only means of transportation is destroyed.”

“Lastly, I want you to make certain that Karran is not allowed to leave the building. I have plans for her little indiscretion.” Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed as he thought about Karran. Yes, it was time to replace his current ‘pet’ and to move on to something heartier. Since she was aiming for his attention, he would be more than happy to comply.

“I’m on it,” Dante replied with a grim smirk. This meant he was free to kill whomever he wanted if they got in the way. Sesshoumaru was a bossy son-of-a-bitch but they were best friends. The Demon Hunter’s mind raced through preparations he needed to make, and he made a mental note to call his girlfriend and partner, Lucia, to let her know he wouldn’t be coming to the agency tonight.

“No killing…we don’t need a full blown war with The Mikos right now, not with Naraku and Onigumo scheming to take control of the school and bribing these gullible youkai with promises of the Shikon Jewel.”

****“The Rite of Spring” broke into his lecture and Sesshoumaru abruptly turned away from his second to reach for his house cell phone.

“…Veronique-san…our guest…Prince Vegeta?...yes…shortly… see to it…Thompson-san?...yes…of course…one more thing…Karran…”

Dante smothered his disappointment and turned to leave heading towards the ‘public’ area, all too aware that their meeting was over.

No killing? Well he could leave permanent reminders of his ‘visit.’

He’d forgotten that they had a few unexpected guests that Sesshoumaru viewed as potential allies. The Saiyan Ouji from Vegetasei would often arrive unannounced with his large entourage to utilize the facilities. That he would give his steward, Veronique, the ok for the Saiyan Ouji to use Jennifer Thompson as he pleased proved that he was already tired of tormenting her. Sesshoumaru’s labyrinth of private rooms and dungeons underneath his mansion were infamous in the underworld set. The area was highly secured, requiring individuals that were not higher up Assassins or VIPs to be escorted. Very few could boast of having access to the luxurious subterranean lair, or the fact they were personally entertained by their host. The poison whip Sesshoumaru wielded was not always a means to an end to discipline his members or to kill his enemies. Occasionally, a favorite would request a one-on-one ‘session’ with the leader of The Assassins and if the mood was ripe, Sesshoumaru would indulge himself by complying.

Dante smirked as he recalled that the leader of The Fangs, had requested use of a room recently for the miko and later a car to drive her home. After hearing his boss’ comments concerning Higurashi, the son of Sparda now understood why Sesshoumaru had not been adverse to his half-brother’s demands.

~*~*~*~*~*~
Sango started awake.

The stifling heat of the cavern made her drowsy. She supposed she should be grateful that the noxious fumes weren’t able to penetrate the barrier. Lying on the unyielding rock, combined with the humidity and the trained instincts she’d honed over the years through her training, didn’t help matters either.

This time she had felt the energy of someone approaching. What disturbed her was that whoever it was felt familiar to her. How was this possible when she was in the lair of her enemies?

Disoriented, she managed to concentrate until she could make out the outline of a figure coming towards her. For several seconds she felt as if she were being smothered by a gray fog until the sound of someone calling her name and the cool rush of air jolted her into awareness.

She was being moved.

It was unnerving, not being able to see, as another small but obviously female body, held her upright and partially carried her across over what felt like marble floors. Sango had no doubt in her mind that it was the girl who’d brought water to her the day before. She struggled to catch her breath, angered by the fact that she dared not open her eyes just yet. The light would blind her and it wasn’t worth it to possibly damage her sight. Of course she had no idea of where they were going but she could bide her time.

Nazuma was strong but she was growing tired from hauling Sango along the corridors and avoiding the cameras. She was pissed because Sango was in no condition to stop Kanna from raping Miroku. The best she could hope for at this point was making it outside with the prisoner.

Sango groaned softly, and Nazuma glanced at her as they paused near the elevator that would take them to the lower level garage. She hit the down button and held her breath, praying that Kanna was too occupied to look for her. She stifled her pang of guilt at the thought of Miroku ‘buying them time.’

The elevator doors sprang open and she ushered Sango onto the lift. By the time the doors reopened again, Sango was more lucid and Nazuma was grateful for the respite. Fortunately for them, no one was around and she made her way towards the pool where there was at least one available vehicle she could use to make her escape. After this, there was no way she could go back to The Mikos and she didn’t give a shit really. If she had to petition The Fangs for protection, so be it, even though she didn’t want to have to directly address Inuyasha. It was much too painful even now. But better that than dead.

Sango was cognizant enough to realize that they were no longer in the cave but in what appeared to be a lower level garage. Her body was still weak and she didn’t need the other girl to partially carry her as much. But damn it! She felt so helpless. Yet not so helpless as the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Someone was directly behind them. She didn’t have sufficient time to warn her rescuer who was in a rush despite her obvious exhaustion.

She felt the other girl grow tense as she heard a voice roughly exclaim behind them, “You bitch! What in fuck are you doing?”

~*~*~*~*~*

Miroku’s entire body was blazing hot and coated in sweat. His hair was sticking to his skin and his strength was waning. He had just enough energy to bide his time and blast the bitch to smithereens with his holy power when she attempted to mount him. Yet timing was all. He would only have one opportunity and if he failed…

No, Sango’s life was in the balance, he would NOT fail. He COULD not. He would die first. Dying wasn’t an option either until he got her out of here.

Kanna strolled over towards the bed after waving the other females away. She didn’t want them near Miroku now. She smirked at their displeasure, and enjoyed the fact that they were burning with lust for him and not able to have him. She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, her skin sizzling when she came into contact with his strong aura. Kanna hissed in displeasure and lifted up in reaction to the mild assault.

“Kikyou! Nani o miten da yo! You baka shigeru! Pay attention! Use your power to subdue him properly! I don’t want any more mistakes!”

Kikyou paled at her tone of voice and Sheena merely shrugged and smirked. Either way it wasn’t her ass on the line! If Kanna fucked The Fangs’ second, if she burned from his holy powers, or if she killed Kikyou for screwing up, she’d still be in for a major show.

“Kai zen,” Kikyou murmured under her breath, incensed at Kanna’s treatment of her.

Kanna waited before testing the aura surrounding Miroku. She lightly stroked his sculpted chest with the very tips of her fingers. When she wasn’t singed, she resumed her former position.

“Now where were we?” Kanna mused, looking down into his glaring violet-grey eyes. She would relish this more because he was unwilling! “All those times you told me “no” Miroku, your never thought you’d be here, did you?” She giggled like a little girl and lifted herself up so that the wide broad tip of his erection was poised at her narrow entrance.

Miroku bided his time, focusing on harnessing the last of his strength to burn a holy stream into her body. To make matters worst, it would sear her core and spread throughout her whole body. He squelched any shortcomings he felt about doing it. Raping him removed any feelings of sympathy or disgust he may have had about this. Her taunting him made him all the more determined.

He ignored the pleasure as Kanna slowly, with deliberate calculation, engulfed him with her satiny wet tight heat. Miroku shuddered at the sensation and he cursed as she laughed at his struggle to fight her. Languidly as if she had all the time in the world, Kanna ascended his length and descended, up and down, leaning backward and forwards, swiveling her hips, never touching him except for where they were joined which made it worse.

Fighting his orgasm sapped some of the power of his attack, and he knew that if he didn’t do something soon, he would release his seed into her vile womb and her darkness would consume him. He would not let her win! His mind began to recite the teachings of the Tao which aided him in resisting.

Kanna was almost at the end of her rope. He was fighting her! She could not allow him to do this!

“Miroku, don’t you like the feel of me? Don’t you enjoy the hot, tight liquid pulse of my body? You are so wide, so big; it’s so hot and tight isn’t it?” She grinned in satisfaction as he shuddered and fought the feelings her words provoked and she continued the game as his body heat escalated.

No sooner had she ceased speaking, a large shiny black feather drifted downward until to landed upon the bed with Kanna and Miroku. Sheena paled and stepped back, Kikyou gave her a questioning look. Kanna spotted the feather and released an exclamation of horror.

“NO!”

“Yes,” said a new velvety voice, vibrating throughout the room, “did you think to exclude ME from the party? Gabi-n. Cho dasai.”

Kanna was glancing behind Sheena and Kikyou at the speaker. Both women turned and even Miroku was able to peer around Kanna to see the interloper.

He was tall, gracefully thin with cascading thick sable hair. The lean contours of his body were accented by a leather motorcycle jumpsuit decorated with silver zippers. His eyes were a cruel contrast to the mocking smile framing his sensuous mouth.

Striding towards the bed and around the frozen women, he didn’t pause until he was standing directly in front of Kanna who was stark naked with Miroku embedded inside of her.

“Interesting. You’ve resorted to THIS then? RAPE is a yet another pastime for- ”

“GET OUT!” Kanna screamed hysterically. “You’re not wanted here!”

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?”

“You are NOT my friend! You are Kagura’s friend!”

“That’s right,” the leather clad stranger stated, “I am.”

Miroku decided to use the distraction to his advantage. The newcomer peered at him for the first time, and those deep vicious eyes admonished him to wait.

Miroku was stunned. Wait? For what? Yet he had nothing to lose by waiting.

“Deimos! Go away! I don’t want you here!” Kanna was on the brink of tears.

“Honto? How interesting. You should. I’ve made everything too easy for you, haven’t I, Kanna?”

With ease, Deimos casually lifted Kanna up by her throat off of Miroku who gritted his teeth at the friction. Deimos briefly turned his head to glance over his shoulder for a moment to stare at something behind him. Kikyou screamed and fell to the floor and Sheena made a rush for the door. Deimos, who was still holding Kanna up in midair without effort, said, “Stay where you are Sheena.”

Sheena knew enough about him to not disobey.

“Monk, get up and get out of here. I’ll collect my ‘payment’ later.”

Miroku soon learned that he could move and didn’t hesitate to vacate the bed. The Fangs’ second noticed as he crossed the room the horrific and demonic shadow his odd ‘rescuer’ cast on the floor.

Deimos’ mocking voice called out to him, “I’d hurry if I were you. Your lady-love needs you.”

Miroku tore his eyes away from the spectacle, not happy to have ‘cut a deal with the devil.’ Whoever this “Deimos” was, he’d struck terror and fear into a dark miko and two youkai. A powerful ally if he could be called such. He took note of a pile of clothing that mysteriously appeared on a chair and quickly began dressing.

~*~*~*~*~*
Inuyasha rolled his eyes as Shippou continued to sob in heartfelt earnest. He gritted his teeth as his hanyou senses detected that they were still in serious trouble.

“Chikushoo, Shippou! Nan de ya nen? Get up; baka mitai!” Inuyasha stormed over to him to grab the kitsune and yank him up. “We don’t have time for this shit!”

“Kono-yaro!” Shippou yelled, attempting to twist out of Inuyasha’s grasp. The pair struggled and toppled over, falling to the ground and thrashing about.

Kagome’s anger at his behavior towards her new friend snapped her out of her momentary shock.

“Stop it! Inuyasha! Leave him alone!”

Before she could rush over to them, a pair of strong hands reached out and grabbed her, yanking her backwards towards a tall painfully thin male body that reeked heavily of perfume. The effeminate tones snarled closely to her ear, “Be still, jou-chan.” And her arms were pulled behind her, causing her to yelp out in agony.

Inuyasha and Shippou were immediately on their feet rushing to her aid. They had both smelled the new arrival before they saw him. Inuyasha bared his teeth in rage at the sight. Kagome belonged to him! How dare that bony, painted maypole hurt her! (A/N sorry I stole that from Shakespeare!)

The painfully skinny male that had Kagome partially bent forward with her arms harshly secured in his cruel grasp was dressed in a Jean-Paul Gautier skintight iridescent vinyl kimono-style bustier top with skintight red-orange pants tucked into a pair of gold Steve Madden boots with metallic gold stiletto heels. His eyelids were paint with Mac 14K gold eye-shadow and his lips were done in L’Oreal flame-gilt toned lipstick.

“Let her go! Now!”

“Don’t come any closer,” the she-male suggested, narrowing his eyes and yanking hard on Kagome’s arms and causing her to cry out, “I may ‘accidentally’ break her arms you know.”

“Ningen, gaijin kusai!” Shippou exclaimed with a sneer.

“Damate!” Inuyasha snarled at the red-haired youkai, pissed that he would endanger Kagome with his words.

Kagome fought to keep the tears from pouring down her face as her captor forced her backwards with a furious snarl. It was obvious he didn’t appreciate Shippou’s insult.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on your chin-chin,” the heavily perfumed tormentor cooed at Shippou who paled at his words, “after I’m done with her first, you’ll be begging me to hurt her instead and to fuck you. You’ll become a kosho banjo when I’m done!”

“Jakotsu!” another more masculine voice bellowed, and the male was so startled that his hold on Kagome loosened as his head turned briefly. “Move the fuck out of the way!”

All Inuyasha needed was that brief instant and he was rushing towards Jakotsu with blinding speed and soaring into the air. Kagome kept enough presence of mind when she heard Inuyasha screaming her name, “Kagome!” to dive out of the way when her captor was slammed to the ground with the full force and weight of the hanyou’s muscled weight and power flattening him. While rolling on ground, she heard the meaty thuds of Inuyasha’s fists striking Jakotsu over and over as the queen shrieked, “Bankotsu! Get this bastard before he ruins my face!”

Footsteps came racing out of the garage as a shorter man dressed in a white T-shirt, expensive jeans and boots carrying a Browning roared as he took aim, “Get off of him, hanyou scum!”

Inuyasha flung Jakotsu away from him, causing him to crash into the wall of the garage’s entranceway and to fall to the ground with a groan. Shippou took note of the gleam of pure mindless hatred in the gun toting man’s eyes and he grabbed wobbly Kagome who was now standing, snatching her to run inside of the garage and out of the line of fire.

Inuyasha whirled in time for the full impact of the powerful gun to load a few rounds into his torso.

“Inuyasha!” Shippou yelled, along with a distraught Kagome when they heard the discharged bullets.

The hanyou hissed in agony and doubled over as he bellowed in the youkai tongue at Shippou, “I’ll be all right! Let me handle this fuck! Get Kagome out of here and find Sango and Miroku!”

Shippou narrowed his eyes in worry at his words, not happy with his friend’s decision but Inuyasha was also his leader. He had a vise grip on Kagome’s wrist as he turned heel and ran yelling over his shoulder in youkai, “You got it boss! Kill that asshole and be sure to give me my portion of the prize money after the race!”

“Shippou! NO!” Kagome yelled, calling out to the hanyou who was risking his life,
“INUYASHA!”

TBC

A/N: Minna-san, domo arigato gozaimasu! HN thank you for the brilliant review and the constructive critique. I hope that you are a writer b/c your review was so very eloquent! :bows: I am unworthy but I'll accept just the same! Gomen for the sweetie pie who could not find this story on MM (my pen name on there is 'rage2velvet'). Finally, I'm sorry to those who want me to email them with updates, if you email me directly, then I promise I will answer. I no longer do update lists due to a bad experience I had. Again, gomen!

I’ve had some family concerns going on that are quite serious so I’ve had neither the time nor inclination to update in forever. Thanks for your patience and reviews. I’ve been attempting to complete this update for a while now. I know, I know a cliff hanger but I’ve already have the next chapter and update mapped out, never fear. It’s coming quicker than this one-it may not be as long and I’ll try to work a lemon in but you know me, plot is a must!

Vocabulary

Baka mitai: “You look like an idiot!”

Chikushoo: “Damn it!”

Chin-chin: “wee-wee”=penis. Baby talk for the male package normally used by children.

Cho dasai: “How extraordinarily lame”

Damante: “Shut up!”

Gabi-n: a version of “gacho-n” or “gachoon”. Used to express surprise, shock or disbelief.

Gaijin kusai: “Human, stink like a foreigner!”

Kai zen: “Nothing ever pleases you.”

Kono-yaro: “Screw you!”

Kosho banjo: a public toilet; a receptacle for anyone and everyone’s use-very derogatory meaning

Mokomokosama is the name of Sesshoumaru’s white ‘fluffy’ boa-thingy. It is NOT his tail and was thus named by Rumiko Takahashi in one of her interviews.

Nan de ya nen: “What the hell??”

Nani o miten da yo: “What the hell are you looking at?”

Navan: A mixture of French cognacs and black vanilla

Shigeru: literally “light” “skirt” “butt”: an easy piece of ass, easy lay, slut

Ouiji: prince


Author’s Music and Artist Notes:

** Tchaikovsky’s last composition before his death a few days later, Symphony No.
6.

***Isamu Noguchi (1904-1988): Japanese American sculptor and artist known for his huge monumental and memorial outdoor sculptures and fountains. He was the son of American writer and teacher Leonie Gilmour (1873-1933) and famous Japanese poet Yonejiro (Yone) Noguchi (1875-1947-who was the first Japanese national to publish in English; known for his popularity with the San Francisco Imagist poets and his book, “Seen and Unseen, or Monologues of a Homeless Snail” as wells as published books on Japanese art). There is a garden and room dedicated to Noguchi’s father Keio University.

Noguchi collaborated with many famous artists of note including stone cutter Masatoshi Izumi, who helped him carve the monument “Black Sun” in 1966 for the Seattle Art Museum. Noguchi also worked in New York theater, creating sets for Martha Graham (“El Penitente” in 1940 and “Diversion of Angels” in 1948) and befriending individuals such as George Gershwin, who inspired him to do a bust of the famous composer. When Noguchi married he lived in a traditional Japanese house upon the land of ceramicist Rosanjin with his new bride.

In May 1984, the Isamu Noguchi Garden Museum was opened in Long Island, NY. He is the creator of the Tsukubai fountain for the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NY. There is the Lillie and Roy Cullen Sculpture Garden for the Museum of Fine Arts in Texas. “Landscape of Time” in Seattle for the Jackson Federal Building and the fountain for the Art Institute of Chicago are a just few of his contributions to other cities besides his life-long homes of Japan and New York. His contributions to the art world and society are countless and his awards and recognitions are impressive.

This extremely talented and prolific artist and sculpture has not received the renown and acclaim for his masterpieces and that he was the instigator of the enormous outdoor sculptures and parks.

Masatoshi Izumi (stone cutter): Cofounder of Stone Atelier in Kagawa prefecture dedicated to new architectural and artistic uses of traditional stone cutting techniques. In 1966 he helped Noguchi carve the granite monument “Black Sun” for the Seattle Art Museum. Izumi assembled a group of artisans to work on granite and basalt sculptures.

Kitaoji Rosanjin (1883-1957): Considered one of the greatest (or the greatest) 20th Century ceramist. He was very artistic and strong-minded individual who was married several times and refused to be designated a Living National Treasure. As a young man to earn money, Rosanjin was a calligrapher and carved seals and shop signs. He became a scholar of ancient Japanese ceramics. An excellent cook, he was the founder of the Bishoko Club (an exclusive gourmet restaurant) and opened the Hoshigoaka restaurant in Tokyo. Noguchi and his wife lived in one of the traditional ceramic Japanese homes on Rosanjin’s property.

This information on the life and history of Noguchi is credited to the Noguchi Museum website at: www. Noguchi. org (minus the spaces)

****A work by Igor Stravinsky who was a young boy when Tchaikovsky died and attended the concert that played Symphony No. 6 with his father.


Fan Fictions to check out, review and enjoy all on MM.org and here on AFF.net:
“Purity” by Sueric (Kag/Inu, Sess/Kagu, Ship/Rin) This is one of the few authors who has called Sess’s ‘fluffy’ by the ‘proper’ name Mokomokosama. Strong OCs and plot. Plus there are a few spoilers so read at your own risk. What she calls ‘lemons’ in this fic makes my stuff look like XXX porn :shrug: Excellent Continuing fic.

“Inuyasha’s Possession”, by songiesworld- this was from her “Book of Lemons and Limes” and it is my favorite. Check out her lemonade if you’re a thirsty hentai.

“Want” by theMaven (I like the dark twist on this story very much and she has a gift for keeping Rin/Sess in character and creating different scenarios/AU realities)

“Possession” by wheezambu ( a very prolific authoress w/ a penchant and skill for dark writing. This is one of the best Continuing Inuyasha fics I’ve read and she can’t pump out the chapters fast enough). Also her “Space Hanyou” which is a Cowboy Bebop crossover. Her newest “Long Cool Woman” is not for the faint of heart and I am dying to see the next chapter. It’s brilliant. Definitely not for the kiddies either.

“One Hand One Heart” by DelKaidin. Okay, I may have missed with the title a bit. If so gomen. This is the prequel of “Broadway Baby” and the story of Inuyasha Himes’ parents. I just wish she would update soon.