Unbound

"That asshole…" Songo bitterly muttered to herself as she swiped her pass card through the security panel at the right of her door. The steel door slid open with the usual mechanical whir revealing her humble quarters.

"Pulls rank on me? On me! Who the fuck does he think I am?"

Songo was fuming. She walked into her room, picked up the knife she always kept at her night stand, and with as much spite as she could muster, she launched it at dart board burying it halfway to the hilt.

"FUCKING PRICK!!!!!" Songo screamed into her empty living space.

She let herself fall back into her unmade bed with a resounding flop. Exasperated, she listed to the gentle drone of her air conditioner. It wasn’t hot, but all the air in the base was recycled and passed into each room via the a/c units.

Songo brought her hand up to the butterfly bandage at the corner of her forehead. She thankfully didn’t need stitches, but it would still likely leave a bruise.

‘Shower… Yes, definitely time for a hot shower.’

Songo’s mood cooled when she began to anticipate how good the hot water would feel on her aching body. Lazily she got up and began shucking off her clothing on the way to her small bathroom.

‘Shower then sleep.’ She thought simply.

Her top fell to the tile floor as Songo reached in to turn on the shower faucets. As the water began to run from the shower head, Songo placed her hand under the stream of water to feel it’s warmth building up to her satisfaction. The water cascaded over her palm and down her forearm. A soft sigh escaped Songo’s lips. The steaming stream of water felt like heaven to her weary fingers. But as Songo enjoyed the feel of her muscles releasing their tension under the shower’s heat she couldn’t help the pang of reality when she noticed the diamond engagement ring on her outstretched hand.


‘What am I doing? Songo asked herself as she began to recall the events before she returned to her quarters.

The other demon was taking Kouga apart. He had just received a crushing blow to his stomach after having been slammed into the wall with brutal force, and now he was being positioned for a final blow to his head. Songo watched in disbelief as the wolf youkai so many feared in utter defeat by this new and strange demon.

‘Wait!’ Songo’s mind barked. ‘Kouga…A moment ago he called it a half-breed. Could that be right? This thing is only half demon?’

The silver-hared fugitive let his fist fly from its wound position to lay one last finishing strike on Kouga, but rather than connecting with his head the aggressor was reeled back with a with a spray of blood fonting from his attacking arm. The sound of the gunshot hung in the air as Songo turned to find her commander pointing one of the special demon suppresser pistols at the demon. Each one of those pistols was equipped with bullets inscribed with purifying wards to do the most possible damage to a hostile demon.

The wounded attacker stared in Miroku’s eyes for a moment before he began to fire again sending the demon retreating around the hall corner and deeper into the base.

Songo sprang to her feet starting off after him, but was halted by the harsh tug on her arm.

"Didn’t you hear what I said earlier Leiutennant?" Miroku chided. "You aren’t going anywhere until you et treated."

Songo whiped around and felt like she was going to blow a gasket.

"Are you fucking serious? That thing just kicked Kouga’s ass. It’s going to take a whole lot more than some suppression squad to take him down. Damn it, you need me!"

"I need you in the infermery!"

Miroku turned and pressed the button on his com to activate the two-way channel. He began to call out orders into his ear piece to lock down the base and find the wild hanyou. All the while Songo stood in shock at the gal her fiancee had just presented her with.

"Miroku I swear, if you-"

"Not another word Lieutenant. Get to the infirmary now then report to your quarters and await debriefing."

Songo’s mind raced with hate. Never had she allowed anyone to tell her what to do let alone her fiancee. The cut on her head was hardly a scratch and now he is making me out to be some child who needs to be tended to every time she sneezes.

"….Yes sir." Songo venomously responded.

Turning on her heel she marched away. She knew if she had stayed any longer she probably would have ended up hitting the bastard.

‘That is the last thing I need.’ Songo thought to herself returning her consciousness back to the present.

Songo let out a sigh as she stepped out of the shower and started to dry herself. The hot water steamed off her lithe athletic frame, cascading onto the mirror. When she was finish she wrapped the towel around her body and wiped enough off of the mirror that she could see her own face.

"Is it supposed to be this hard?" Songo asked herself. "Do all relationships work like…"

But Songo didn’t finish her sentence. Instead of her words the only audible sound was the thundering heartbeat radiating beneath her breast. She stared into the mirror at an angle that let her see into her bedroom. There, at the far wall were the vent had been was now an open grate, and below it there was a smeared trail of blood staining the wall.

‘No…’

Songo bristled with fear. How could she have allowed her guard to be dropped so low as to allow a wild hanyou into her very bedroom. Silently she scanned the area around her for anything that she might be able to use as a weapon. She moved suddenly to the towel rack mounted on the wall and forced all of her weight first up to break it out of the drywall, then down to rip completely off.

Armed with her makeshift club, she cautiously advanced to the bathroom door leading out into her bedroom. She peered into the dark room cursing to herself mentally for not turning on the overhead light instead of just the table lamp.

Gently, with the towel rack as far back as she could still inside the bathroom, she leaned out of the door and struggled against the darkness trying to spot her intruder. It wasn’t until she reached the extreme left of her pan of the room until the movement came. Sudden. Decisive. A powerful set of fingers reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her out of the bathroom with terrifying efficiency.

Songo shouted as she brought her concealed weapon down squarely on a patch of silver hair. As the blow landed Songo felt the grip on her arm loosen sharply. With all her speed she dashed over to the blade still buried into the dart board at the other side of the room. Songo knew that if she was to do any real damage to this demon she would need something a little more lethal.

She came to the handle of her blade and yanked it fiercely from the board. She turned to face her foe, but as she finished the motion her raised had holding the dagger was caught at the wrist by the demon that had somehow recovered and silently flanked her.

His crimson eyes burned into her own with viscous intent. His lip curled up over his gleaming fang as he uttered a low and dire growl.

"….Owww…" He snarled.

His eyes narrowed and his other hand came to clamp over the back of her neck over the bone.

Songo writhed to no avail against her menacing oppressor. He gripped her neck tighter dugging into her skin.

Songo stiffened at the added pressure to her spine. She knew that he could now kill her at any time. If she was to escape, she would have to be either smart or lucky. She halted her struggle to meet the hanyou’s demon eyes, but instead of the glowing carbuncles that had once taken residence there, there was only a faint gleam of red and what appeared to be the distant outline of an iris and pupil. Feeling her breath slowly return to her, her chest heaved, her heart pounded, but all slowing into cold alert calm. Yet, as she felt her composure bleed back into her body she saw only the eyes before her. Those eyes that cooled as she had cooled, slowly fading into a pair of golden pools that shone like amber. Songo felt the air between them grow so deafeningly silent. So close so….

"Take it out." His words breaking her out of her trance.

She stared at him in confusion until she came to his wounded shoulder. It still oozed sluggishly with blood from the specially blessed bullet.

He released her hand that still clutched the knife. For a moment her eyes flashed with defiance, but just as swiftly as it came, so did it leave as the hanyou reminded her of his terminal grip upon her neck with a tap from his thumb.

Songo decided to cooperate hoping that a chance for escape was still coming.

Examining the wound she brought both hands up to his bare shoulder. She looked up to him one last time only to find such intense conviction that she dared not look back.

‘Get a grip Songo!’ Her mind screamed.

She focused on the wound again. Bringing the blade up to it’s opening she began to dig into his well-toned flesh. Reflexively his eyes narrowed from the pain, but he did not make any other indication that he was hurting.

It was only now that Songo came to grips with her current situation; pressed into a boxer-brief clad hanyou with nothing on but a towel. As she poured over his wound digging for that small metal slug, she felt the heat of his body radiating through the lonely fabric of her towel.

‘Oh God…’ She thought to herself. ‘What the hell is this?’

She searched frantically for something to take her mind off the chaos brewing in her head.

"What’s your name?" she spoke in a whisper.

The handsome intruder broke from his stoic trance confused. He didn’t answer her, only stare at her as if she had left all of her sense.

‘What’s your name?’ Songo mocked herself mentally. ‘What’s next? Heard any good one-liners lately?’

She continued to work in silence.

‘Damn it Songo. This is a fine mess. Held hostage in a towel by a demon I try to repel by asking him his name. Smart… real fucking sm-‘

"Inuyasha…" The hanyou spoke breaking her train of thought.

Songo Couldn’t believe her ears. If it wasn’t for the feeling of metal scraping the end of her blade she would have stood there dumb struck for minutes.

She refocused on the wound her mind racing.

‘What the hell is going on? Am… am I? No…’

The hanyou curled a lip as he bullet was pried from his shoulder. It fell to the floor with a defining ping, but rather than the sound quickly dying, it instead lingered in the daunting intimacy of their silence.

Songo could see the hanyou was in pain though he was good at hiding it. He craned his head while taking in a sharp breath of air, and then suddenly stop. His eyes flew open in confusion.

Songo drew back slightly not knowing what was happening only to have a harsh realization hit her.

‘His nose…Oh God. Does he smell?’

Songo’s heart began to race at the prospect of what may follow. He had no doubt caught the smell of her arousal, that for all her effort was still only growing stronger.

‘Damn it, No! Stop it Songo. What is fucking wrong with you?’

She watched as his mouth fell slightly open to let out a series of heavy and heated breaths. She watched his lips. The small white triangles of enamel peaking out just beyond. So close.

"W-what now?" Songo stuttered.

‘His hand… his hand isn’t even gripping me hard anymore! Run! Spin away and run you damn idiot….RUN!!’

But didn’t run. She only stared into his eyes. His beautiful eyes. His furled brow.

‘Wait…is he smirking?…Oh God.

She watched his head dip lower until his nose brushed the crook of her neck. She listened wide-eyed as he took in several deep inhalations. She felt her knees go week. Her breath came in pants.

"I-Inu….." she mouthed letting her eyes fall shut.

But before another moment passed there came a sudden trill noise over the thickened silence. It was the door intercom.

"Lieutenant." A male voice came over the electronic communicator. Still lost in her delirium, Songo couldn’t have stopped the hanyou from shoving her back into the bathroom if she tried. She met the ground harshly as she heard the door behind her slam shut. Snapping out of her trance she raced to the door handle only to find that the ever nimble hanyou had already braced the door with a chair. Songo beat the door with her shoulder, but couldn’t move it.

"Lieutenant, we are coming in!" She heard over the intercom.

Soon after came another set of trills

‘The lock override.’

There came a clamorous thunder of footsteps and harried male voices.

"The demon! He’s here!"

The sound of gunfire and shouting was immediately following that.

It went on for several more seconds.

Songo felt the impact reverberate through her door.

Then there was nothing.

"I’m in here!" Songo called out. "I’m in here! Open the door. Open…"

The door opened before she could finish the sentence. On the other side stood her fiancee.

"Songo! Oh God are you okay?"

Miroku closed the distance between them and drew her into a powerful embrace. His body shook with emotion, but for all that was happening Songo could only look over his shoulder at the unconscious hanyou currently being shackled.

‘He must have been weakened by the bullet.’

"Thank God you are okay Songo. I thought it might have..."

Miroku broke his embrace on Songo to see her fixed gaze onto the incapacitated half-demon.

"Get that thing to detention, Now!" He screamed.

Turning back to Songo he took her beautiful face into his hands forcing her to look at him.

"Songo, are you all right? Did it hurt you?"

Songo shook her head now tearing away from him.

"Don’t worry. That thing won’t ever hurt anyone ever again….I promise."


Author's Note

Thanks again to my reviewers. Backlash, thanks and don't worry there is lots more to come, and Atropha, thank you for your e-mail. Til next update friends.