Written By Yours Truly!
Disclaimer: Me. No. Own. Inuyasha&co. (whispers slyly): but I did steal Miroku, he?s all mine. Just don?t tell anyone!!!
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It had started two months, three weeks, five days, and seven hours ago. I could get even more technical: 28 minutes and 13- no, 15 seconds ago.
A long time wouldn?t you agree?
I mean everything has a beginning, this one being no different from the rest.
It was game, or had turned into one. A mission like none other, dropped on my desk from the hierarchy of all hierarchies. Does that make sense? I certainly didn?t understand the concept of how our government worked back then.
I still don?t now.
So while I was suppose to be bringing my case to a close, I was still on the hunt, on a chase you could say. After all, work should involve some fun and games right?
Right?!
The manila folder was as ordinary as ordinary could get, a few papers placed inside, a stamp stating ?Official Business of the WA?. WA being Westiven Agency, or better known as Weirdo?s Anonymous in various other, stupid departments- Westiven being one of men who had started this whole organization.
The name had been different back then, but Westiven had died a horrible death, earning him the honor of the Agency being named after him.
Lucky man.
So what the hell is WA anyways? Well, I?m glad you brought that up.
Westiven Agency, or WA, is an organization that deals with magical/mythical/mutated/and abnormal creatures (we couldn?t think of another ?m? word that could take the place of abnormal). So, ignoring our lack of talent in using a thesaurus, the WA had started a good fifteen or eighteen hundred years ago: back in a time where such creatures weren?t thought of as fantasy.
You had your knights slaying dragons, the fair folk stealing children, spirits protecting forests, and then you had the youkai.
So the idea of a unicorn is probably ridiculous, but they had existed- well in sense they did. Evolution as lovely as it is, had somehow progressed a selected group of horses in a secluded area to grow something like a bone in the middle of their forehead, and in this case it was only the females who grew them. It was at most two inches long and rather then pointy and spherical around the base, looked something like a yellowed ivory pin needle breaking through the skin of the horse.
Its sole purpose had been to allow this group of females who were nursing a foal to find food for their young.
Don?t look at me like that. I swear it?s the truth.
The unicorns would stick the needle of bone in a hole in the tree, hoping that the hole contained larvae, which they would then pull out on the tip of their needle to bend down and allow the foal to eat the squirming buggers off its n---horn.
Disappointed?
I was. I could go on and on about the misconception people had about quote magical creatures of their time. For example, dragons were dinosaurs, frozen at a low enough temperature that they stayed alive until centuries later a volcano of some good size melted away the ice bringing back to life another species that was far overlooked by archeologist.
Anyways, they died out soon enough, not enough natural resources.
I hadn?t been as disappointed with this one as much as the unicorn. Maybe it was because they were truly ugly beasts. I mean really, foul breath as well. You get that from eating humans day after day.
But none of that really mattered, because my department in the Agency, luckily, didn?t deal with that area of creatures. No, to my benefit I had been promoted to one that had few exaggerations on the kind of magical/mythical/mutated and abnormal (mmma) creatures we dealt with.
Youkai, hanyou?s, any demons imaginable, that was our department.
It was interesting to say the least, over decades, centuries, hardly any exaggeration had played into the stories told of these mythical beings that were said to control power of animals, plants, the very elements that made the world go round. They were truly an amazing species that had me awe.
Now you may be wondering what exactly did WA mean when we say ?dealt? with (mmma) creatures.
Have you ever seen MIB?
How else do you keep the mass of people from suspecting any type of secret organization that dealt with weird occurrences happening in their everyday lives? You make a movie close to the truth, aliens substituting for (mmma) creatures, and you basically have people thinking the idea ridiculous.
Just like the Truman Show.
Poor bastards didn?t know a thing.
(Yes, you are being watched this very moment as we speak- stop picking your nose! That?s gross?..)
So now that you know this, have all the right kind of background information, I suppose I could start my story, tell you how almost seven months ago my life had changed. Whether or not it was for better or worse?..
My Story Begins:
??..and then he said that his hand had slipped, not to mention that I had a piece of grass sticking there. And I was not going to fall for that innocent look on his face, not me. So you know what I did, I smacked him. That?s right. And don?t tell me he didn?t deserve it because he did. So then afterwards, we went to see that new movie that just came out the other day, and I was sitting there and actually enjoying it, when guess what he does next? No, don?t say it, I?ll tell you, he reached out and?..?
Left hand drumming against the wood of the desk, the right hand supporting her chin, Kagome Higurashi stared at her friend with wide unblinking eyes, as she retold the events of the previous night. To her benefit alone, Sango had yet to see the glazed sheen of her eyes as her mouth continued to open and close with bouts of sounds stringing together to form words and sentences.
Slowly, without distracting Sango, Kagome leaned back into her less than comfortable chair before nodding her head forward so the fall of her hair blocked the look on her face. Really, her friend was all amusing and so, but the dates that apparently were ?torture? to her were something of bore. If she really didn?t like the guy why date him?
Her bottom lip pushed out a bit, allowing her to blow at the bangs hanging in her eyes. Brushing them back with her breath, she watched as her friend continued to babble. The look formulated on her face said she was annoyed, but her eyes were what gave her away.
She looked happy and?..
Sango was only slightly taller than herself, leaving her to look petite if not for the way she held herself. A true warrior of her day, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, allowing a few small strands to fall on the sides. She lacked make-up excluding the touch of eye shadow she applied to bring out the red of her eyes. Lean and graceful, she was the perfection of any mans dream.
Including the local playboy Miroku, Sango?s uh- not boyfriend yet- boyfriend. She wasn?t sure, and she wasn?t about to ask.
She was a demon exterminator, the best of her kind. The only one in her small section of the department to lack the powers of a miko, but it didn?t disable her in the least. She was even the best exterminator they had. Kikyo ranking a close second, but still nowhere near at beating Sango anytime soon.
Sango?s services were only called upon at the most critical of times; otherwise, she was there for protection purposes only. Meetings between youkai and other officials belonging to Westiven Agency used the protection/extermination services of their department continuously, usually everyday. Sango was therefore constantly working, setting up perimeters, researching the kind of people or creatures in this instant that would be attending. Afterwards, a select team, chosen by head of the department would gather to formulate a plan on how to approach all possible situations.
?Kagome??
Not to mention all the cool equipment they got use.
?Kagome?!!??
?Huh??
Looking up, she watched as Sango?s eyes narrowed, observing her with a strange look of impatience written on her face. She looked exasperated, which Kagome couldn?t understand, as she was the one who had to listen.
?Are you listening to me??
Oh. She got caught.
?Of course.?
Using a look of the up most innocence, her eyes widening fractionally, her lips straining not to twitch upward in any playful smile. Sango continued to watch her, as if unsure of whether or not she was telling the truth, in response, she blinked a few times.
Sighing, Sango turned away, only to continue on with the events of her date.
She had bought the innocent expression; after all there were some benefits to being friends with Miroku, even if he was a pervert.
Maneuvering her position again, she put more attention into looking as if she was paying attention. Allowing herself to once again drift into dreamland, a magical place full of wonder and?..
Well?.. anything was better then listening to Sango?s date.
On the other hand, Kagome worked in a completely different section of the department. One that lacked explosives, gun power, and any good assortment of weapons she usually saw other demon exterminators carry. She pouted a bit at the thought. It just wasn?t fair.
Not that she knew how to work any of the equipment, but it looked easy enough. Push the right button, or pull the right trigger and bam, it would work as it was meant to do.
Okay, so that was a load of crock, she?d probably blow herself up.
No, Kagome Higurashi, one of many miko?s was a hound.
Yes, a hound. A detective, or detector; searching far and wide for, well a great many things. Whether it was an object needed obtaining, or her favorite, capturing youkai, she was the person you called.
Who do you call? Ghostbusters!!!
Uh?.. Yeah.
Her abilities as a miko were unique, surpassing not only the ones in the department, but in the whole of the agency. She could build barriers that could prevent one from entering, exiting, or even both. She had the ability to manipulate plant life and depending on the intelligence of the animal, could manipulate them as well. Her purifying abilities were easy to use with skin-to-skin contact, and with the use of a bow she was able to transfer her purifying energy into the end of the arrowhead. Thereby purifying anything it came into contact with.
She was her own weapon.
Therefore the department denied any plea she made to have cool gizmos and equipment. It wasn?t like they had a lack of funds or anything, why else did the government make coffee so expensive? Exactly.
Another sigh escaped her lips as she somewhat listened to the continuous babble of Sango, it didn?t sound like it was going to end anytime soon, but luckily five minutes later Sango finally left Kagome?s office to go and prepare a team for some conflict with Slug youkai.
She shuddered as she recalled the last time she had ran into one of them. They looked exactly like the ones you?d find in a garden, excluding the fact that they were ranged from the size of a car to a bus and just happened to excrete a lot more slime. And with her luck, the meeting had ended with her covered in that very slime. It had taken about two hours before she was thoroughly cleansed, her hair taking up at least 2/3 of the time.
While Sango?s work was never ceasing, Kagome?s was well- slow! We?re talking extremely slow, slower than a slug, haha?..
Well she thought it was funny.
So it wasn?t any surprise that Kagome?s mood had a positive upturn when she came across a manila folder with a small post it note attached, stating that inside was the information to her next case.
She could feel a smile coming on, her lips turning upward at the twitch of a muscle. Dismissing the official stamp she reached over to open the folder, a few papers spilling out onto her desk. Glancing down, she searched for the page that would hold the profile of whoever or whatever it was she was going to be hunting down. A few minutes passes as she shuffled pages to the side, finally coming onto a picture.
Her breath caught.
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Authors Note: Eh heh. I?m writing another story, sigh, I shouldn?t be. I know I shouldn?t be. I have too many stories, blargh, but I couldn?t help it. It was there. I had to write. So I did, and well, okay. I hope you liked it. Grammar and Spelling errors were on purpose, because, because I?m too lazy, so
?.. Anyways, I?m going to stick to my promise of writing my GW story, while writing another Inuyasha story. This on the other hand, I do believe I will keep writing as well. I already have the next chapter half way done.
So review, now. Didn?t you hear me? REVIEW NOW!!!!!!
