Amber Eyes 2/7

[Little Green Miko]

Amber Eyes

A.N. Same disclaimer applies.

Chapter 2: Where Trouble Begins to Brew

Drawing close up on the half hour mark- or actually more pointedly- 10 minutes past it, the girl came stumbling kind of in the pitch dark of the night to the supposed warehouse. Seeing in the lot that no one was there just yet-or so she thought, she moved to sit against the brick wall and try to straighten out her very mussed and suddenly ripped in places, clothes-keeping her face well away from any light that dared to try and shine on her. Lucky enough some clouds had rolled in across the white-blue moon, and thus most light was cut off. She rested her forehead across her knees and loosely wrapped her arms about them-staring down at her shirt chain pretty much blankly as she ran over the events of the evening. After she'd left that boy's house she'd been picked up by one of her regulars...problem was she hated that one-and he- didn't much care for her either...just a general "toy" is all she was to him...and she got paid back for every time she did something he didn't like. She licked her lip, tasting salty copper-and smiled grimly, and shifted a bit...she was sitting on something...lifting a brow up slightly she reached down and discovered...the kid's wallet. She'd swiped it. She pulled it into her lap and began to rifle it. ?Wonder what?s in it.?

It was a typical boys wallet, some kind of cheap black pleather with what may have looked like some bands skull and crossbones logo long since rubbed off from use. Within its fold the boys under the table pay was still tucked neatly into an envelope labeled the "Catwalk lounge"...its card pockets stuffed with bits of paper yet that?s where the normality ended. Stuffed behind what looked to be his birth certificate card were around twelve more, each one a Masao Yutu, each one bearing a different birth date, different social number, each one older than the last spanning into the nineteen twenties. Other innocent pieces of paper tucked in neatly turned up as death certificates or GAP transcripts from Tokyo U, including a handfull of dropouts spanning thirty years, and finally a pair of marriage certificates. One dating a good twenty years back, the other so worn and tattered it was barley legible. The woman though wouldn?t have too much time to gawk at these, for as fashionably late as she was the boy himself was just coming around as well, the sounds of roller blades cutting through the dirty back allies forewarning her.

?Ooh- a con-artist...though not very good if he uses the same name over and over...? She murmured to herself...but blinked as she scanned through the rest of it...Married 2 times? He's only-what? 21? She chewed over this a few scant seconds and then heard the sound of a line of wheels on two feet sliding through the gravel left on the rotten concrete. "Must be him..." she mused silently and stacked the wallet away quick as a flash, and sighed-shoving herself upright, and making sure the left side her face remained hidden for now...again she tried rather in vain to fix her rumpled and ripped outfit-but it wasn't much use...Damn that client...and she couldn't do anything to him because some way or other he'd gotten into high favor with the syndicate mob boss...She grit her teeth and leant against the brick wall with one hand, slightly doubled over, waiting for the kid to show.

A small white bottle apeared before the womans face, its little red label standing out with the bold white letters that spelled "asprin". A little bottle clutched between two claw like fingers that did a little dance at first to meerly entice, beyond them the soft clattering scrape that sounded like skates still echoed faintly in the allies though the boy was already standing poised before her calmly. Shadowy violet orbs lost in the darkness that surrounded the pair but she needn?t look to know they were locked on her.

She blinked her one visible eye at the bottle and then at him, and chewed at half her lower lip. ?What?s- that for?? She asked quietly, standing up straight and clasping her hands behind her back, and resting all her weight on her right-heeled foot, other leg bent a little. She wondered what he'd be showing her aspirin for...if anything were hurt on her-aspirin wouldn't help. But, then, she wasn't entirely sure it was for her anyway, so the question hung, and the half of her face even vaguely visible just looked quizzical.

?You'll need it for later?? He stated simply as he flashed her a little smile, his gaze drawing from her and flicking up to the warehouse they both seemed be hiding behind. Offering not even the tiniest explanation but instead a query for answers. ?So, you were going to tell me a story??

?...What...?? She blinked...all she could think of was: "why?" But-she failed to ask for now. She grumbled something and nodded to his query. ?Yup. We'll do it inside though...Come on.? She saidand-grabbing his arm led him around the side of the warehouse to what appeared to be just a straight brick wall. She knocked in a pattern and a slot in the wall shot open. A few whispered words were exchanged between her and the person on the other side and the wall slid open to reveal a woman in slacks, rolled up sleeves and a pink apron. ?Thanks Sango-chan?? The girl said out loud. ?You have a room we can use right?? She looked back at the kid, slightly.

The lady called Sango nodded and smiled at her. ?Anytime, doll. You know this place is always open for you guys. Come in; come in- before some one sees you!? She quickly ushered the pair inside the door and shut it behind them.

With a nudge of his toe he glided along after the girl, a hand coming up briefly to pull his cap down snugly as he for the moment seemed more interested in the warehouses rooftop while he could. His gaze snapping to the lady clad briefly before taking her urging and pushing himself lightly along after the girl inside. Where now his gaze can get a little roaming time within this so called warehouse.

And so-called warehouse it certainly was. The whole inside was decked out to be a kind of tavern type place, with girls of every type-all hookers like Kagsey here, meandering about-talking quietly and
sipping drinks, looking over papers and there were a few males there too, though they also appeared to be hookers-all appearing to be hiding out as far as anyone could tell. Sango turned her head to glance at the boy, and smiled a little. ?Welcome to a kind of "Underground Railroad" for the strumpets on the street...This place serves as a get away for all these poor chickens-place to hide from cops or abusive clients or even their Pimps...Please- this way?? She began to lead them off to a staircase in the corner.

He paused only long enough to bend over to undo his laces, he'd left his pack and the tattered Tee back in his apartment, opting for a sleek form hugging long sleeve black shirt that fallowed the move of every muscle that flexed along his slender frame. Binding the ends of the laces together he flicked his long locks of raven out of the way and rested those skates over a shoulder before nodding to Sango. Flashing her a little good-natured smile that hid his disgust at the reek of bad booze and unwashed 'toys' that hung in the tavern like smog. ?...Cozy.? The only word of encouragement he?d give before he soft footed along after the girl.

The girl smiled and waved to three girls and a guy she spotted in one of the opposite corners who were waving at her-and nudged the boy along to follow Sango, and elbowed the boy slightly, giving him a one eyed glare, definitely not falling for his false-happy look. ?Thank you again anyway Sango-chan...I really don't know what any of us would do without you here??

Sango just nodded. She knew well the grungy boy was no prostitute-but if one of her refugees trusted someone-well so be it. She would as well. She led them up the stairs to an actually cozy, coy hall with a few very nice rooms along the catwalk. She unlocked a door and turned to the two of them. ?Right- here you are...private investigative quarters as per requested.? She smiled. ?Call me if you need anything Kagome-chan.?

As Kags nodded a call came from the steps. ?Sango! We got a new one??

?Aya! Be there in a sec. Kohaku! Gotta go for now- remember though- anything.? And she hurried off.

?Eh-Heh?? She smiled wearily. ?They're good people...You in first??

?I?m sure they are, just caught in some bad luck?? He meant that in neither sympathy nor scorn as he turned that doorknob with a soft click and swung the door open. His gaze casually scanning the room as he strode in.

?Not really...Sango-chan started this place for a reason?? She murmured, trailing off sort of as she stepped into the room also, but didn't give it a look over. For what he saw though; the room was quite nicely done up-white walls a four poster bed, dressing table with mirror on it, chandelier hanging into the room casting a dim-ish but bright enough light down onto a warm colored carpet. Various pictures lined the walls and there was a comfy couch against the opposite wall from the bed. The girl went to the dresser and pulled out a small box-like thing and went to sit on the couch-opening the box- proving it a compact mirror-and beginning to tenderly lift her hair from the right side of her face-till she looked up. ?Sit...used to be my room??

She was basically peering up to and speaking with his skates, neatly set on the carpet where there was once a boy. Off to the right of the couch was where he ran off to; his head inclined a little as he peered up to the pictures hanging from the walls. His thumbs buried into the corner pockets of his jncos while he slowly toured each picture one by one. Making a side comment on the miko?s statement. ?Will I learn why it used to be yours as well??

She sighed, and sat back, her knees cockney-eyed to each other as she lifted her hair off her face finally-revealing in the dim light a black eye-which she bit her lip and looked at in the small hand-held mirror-finding to her disdain she could barely open it. A wild wave of silent curses coursed through her broken soul-but they never showed on her exterior-never phased across her face. No one would know or hear them. Instead she took a slow breath and placed the mirror down, looking at him. ?...Maybe??

?Maybe? Hmm...well...start whenever then?? He tore his gaze away from the last picture in time to turn towards the girl, casually striding up to the couch she inhabited and plopping himself down unceremoniously at the opposite end.....Lounging back lazily against it, one hand pillowing his skull and the other laying across his stomach. His eyes on her expectant of her tale.

She gazed at him for a long moment, black eye included-nothing passing across her face yet. She sighed quietly and looked forwards. ?Before I actually start...I need to know two things. Do you actually give a damn about me-and if so- why? I'm nothing but a street-cat to you.?

He tilted his head a little to the girl and gave a small chuckle. ?So an interrogation before hand hm?? He gave a light shrug and took up a stonewall defense disguised as a calm demeanor... ?If I said I was curious would that satisfy you? Probably not...fine?? Shaking his head a little he smirked, the truth would probably freak the girl out so he placed it as watered down as possible. ?I'm looking for a certain jackass...and your story so far sounds like something of his reiteration.?

She shrugged a little, and fiddled with her tattered top. ?Not an interrogation per s?...Just find it really hard to trust people now a days?? She eyed him and lifted one brow then. ?Hmph...what'd he do? Give you a bad fake I.D.?? She muttered...and looked off sideways. She should have figured this wasn't for her sake-well, maybe she had-but it was a real bummer all the same. She sighed again and stood up walking to the dresser again and kneeling down before it. ?So-want the whole spiel -or just the shit your looking for??

A dark brow arched as a little waning smirk crept over that boyish face. ?Yes...that?s pretty much what he did?? He lightly scratched at his stomach before flashing a look over to the clock. ?Give it all to me, we have the time.?

?Keh?? She mumbled again-yanking out a bottle of bourbon and a couple glasses, coming back to sit down. ?Maa...started all before I was born...my mother and father were in on this drug-dealing syndicate...they were main pushers as far as I know-and were the best in the business...but shortly after my little brother was born, it all went to hell. The syndicate boss had a new drug in the labs that was super addictive and really bad too- He called it Angel's Breath...well- Mama and Papa-not many morals- had enough morals to reject selling this major product on the streets for the syndicate...they were taken into custody by the Shichinintai-the boss's personal body-guards/money getters/whatever else he wants them to be...and Souta and I never saw them again. We had all reason to believe they were dead...

?It was a couple years after that we learned Papa had also owed the syndicate money-and a lot of it...he'd never paid up...So they came to get us. Souta had gotten really sick- and they were going to kill us both because of our parent?s debts-but I couldn't let that happen. So I offered to work off the debts. Bankotsu- the Shichinintai?s leader, thought about this and agreed-taking Souta away from me saying that if I didn't pay it they'd kill him...then they brought me in front of the big boss- Naraku-or Narcotic as he's called on the streets...He liked the idea of me working it off, and gave me two choices in which to pay it off-one was this and the other...had to do with the Angels Breath...which because of Mama and Papa-never did get to the streets. -Won?t go into specifics with it though-? A coursing shudder ran through her as she said that-she poured out some of the drink and gulped a gulp of it-and with a slight gasp-resumed. ?...Anyway, I chose this as the better of the two-regretting everything all the way...especially when I learned a little later that Narcotic owns ALL of the night-clubs and strip-joints in the Tokyo area-which is why I said I couldn?t work at the one down the street from where we met...and?I-just want out?? She slid to a stop for a time being-staring at the floor sightlessly.

His demeanor held up till about the time she mentioned the Shichininai, dull violet orbs narrowing a little on the girl for a brief moment before resuming there placid state. The boy shifting a little to prop his chin lightly against his palm, letting his gaze wander off to the side as he silently devoured every shred of information. Though as the girl came to finish her tale and stare at the floor those orbs flashed towards her in a razor sharp intense sidelong glare. Deep in his head a voice screamed out the one word he could only allow to come out in a harsh hiss between clenched teeth he took care not to bear. ?...Fool?? He lost sight of the girl though his heated glare didn?t waver, all these years since that horrific day the boy had been on the hunt for Naraku...four hundred years he tracked the kami hanyou searching where ever misery lurked like a plague. In this day and age where most demons had left the material plane, or died out the scant few that dared remain took care to remain hidden from human eyes. Least this was the unwritten law among youkai that even the boy had abided by and thought Naraku would as well. He searched on description the past hundred years when he should have searched for his name! He hissed softly again and turned his face away from the woman as he dwelled on his choices now.

She looked sideways at him, taking in his hissed *fool* in stride. So Narcotic was the one he was after. She sighed and stood again-walking to the dresser and dumping the bourbon bottle on it. She dug about in the top drawer finding some very good cover-up make up and applied it to her black eye with a deft hand. When she was done-she almost looked back to normal-and she dropped the make-up back in the drawer and shut it with a shove of her hip. Looking back at him again briefly she went to the door. ?...Well- you have your information now...and obviously the guy you are looking for is the same as my-debt-collector for lack of a better word...so I'll be on my way.? She pulled the door open and slid into the hall.

A clawed hand came to a light rest on the girl?s shoulder the very moment she took that first into the hall. A light grip that turned firm enough to pull her back into the room, the boy casually sending her off back to the couch before he placed himself conveniently between the rooms exit and her. His form lightly leaning up against the shut door while he fitted his skates back on. ?Not yet...I want to know where Naraku is....tell me this and I'll let you on your way, that?s all I ask.?

She glared at him then, as she fell back astride the couch, and sat up, elbows supporting her ?...Unfortunately I haven't the slightest clue! I've only seen him once or twice-and it was never in the same place! I've heard he has a building in Tokyo Central...But I'm not positive-and I don't know where it's located.? She pushed herself up off the couch and moved toward the door again, sidestepping around him and grabbing the handle again, looking at her hand as she did, frowning. ?...Anyway-don't you think if I knew exactly where he was- I would have done something by now?? She added in a hoarse mutter-and again went out into the hall heading for the catwalk and staircase.

She'd not be that lucky...her shoulder was grabbed again and this time she was literally tossed down onto her bed, the boy remaining poised by the door as he drew a deep breath. ?Then...tell me who your contact is.... You are paying him back somehow, and you don't look like the type to write a cheque.? He sighed softly and opened that door a mere smidge, before peering up to her.

She would have screamed- but that would have been bad for poor Sango-chan- so she bit her tongue and rolled back to a sitting position again, keeping her hands between her knees and looking off to one side-frowning. ?...I do...but.... He comes to me?? She murmured all to wearily, and peered up from under her bangs. ?.... And before you ask- His visits are random. I don't know when he'll show next??

He flashed her a little smile before he strode towards her seated form and casually popped a knee onto the bed beside her. A clawed hand reaching out to lightly run a fingertip along the side of her face to draw her attention away. While the other yanked the linen case off of a pillow, bringing the cloth around to vigorously scrub at the girls head, rub some of the make up off her face, and take some of her Lilly perfume off her chest before a deft free hand spun her around belly down onto the bed to give the linen a good scrub under the back of her skirt before he rose. Leaving the quite ridiculously defiled Kagome to lay there as he strode for the door, turning the case inside out to preserve the scent he'd gathered off her before turning. Flashing her a little meek smile that did little to cover the rosy tinge that had blossomed over his cheeks. ?Don't worry on him then...Thank you for your help, but I still need a favor of you.? He mentioned matter of fact as he twisted that door knob slowly, waiting to hear the loud SNAP of metal breaking from bolt before he casually tossed the door knob to her. ?Stay here and don't think of coming out if you value your life.? He gave her a little wave before he slipped out the door...shutting it from the hall and leaving the poor girl in a little bind.

Hey! The lily smell was her shampoo! She did wash you know. She gasped as he did this- what kind of queer was he?! As soon as he stopped she reached out for the vase that was on the dresser beside the bed and spun around and threw it directly at his skull, watching with a mute fury as he was struck and the glass shattered. She stood up then-almost unfazed and walked right out past him, stepping on his foot with her spiked heels as she did. ?Yea- the fuck I'm sticking around...I have to get out of here. Sango-Chan?s nice and all- but I don't want her involved with what I'm involved in in any way I said my contact was random- damn it I meant it! I can't stay here!? With that she sprinted from the room this time reaching the stairs and flying down them-looking two ways as she made to cross the tavern for the door.

He idly counted his blessings that the vase wasn?t full of water lest his hair dye would have run. He sighed softly as he rubbed his head and grumbled. ?Stupid girl.... Looks like she'll only complicate things.?? He muttered sourly as he too exited the room...But decided that the nearest window was potentially his better means out. Leaving the girl to race out the door for no reason at all.

?Kagome-sama! Kagome-sama! Wait up!? A boy came racing up to her though, before she reached the door and held her by the arm. ?Before you go out there sweetie, I gotta warn ya...Eri-chan and Yuka-chan came in about twenty minutes ago from a run-they told Sango and I that some people were looking for you...be careful love.?

The girl looked at him with a slightly wide eye.?...Shit?? She murmured under her breath. ?And me without this weeks payment?? She looked up at him. ?Thanks Kohaku-kun...I'll take the warning to heart. Thank Eri and Yuka-chan for me too?? She patted him on the back.

He saluted her as she went out. ?Will do.?

She opened the door cautiously then and peered out to check

He had hopes of using the pillowcase smeared in her scent to draw out the members of Naraku?s gang that really counted. But at the same time he didn?t toss the linen away just yet, instead he carefully folded the article before slipping it into his pocket, pausing to idly gaze down from his roof top perch to the soft sounds of a door opening. Fine...he'll fallow the miko, hoping she'd lure out Bankotsu or one of his henchmen men out to play.

She didn't have too! The main-bean man Bankotsu-chan himself stood just beside the door the girl was about to exit-surrounded close at hand by his 6 other compatriots-all dressed in fine Armani suits-all with guns of various types and sizes, Bankotsu holding a 9mm-aimed right for where the girl's head would emerge. He grinned vivaciously as the wall creaked open, and signaled for Jakotsu and Rankotsu to watch around and ready their guns in case some idget tried to stop them. ?Come on out pretty missy?? He whispered at the wall.

Unable to see behind the door she did slip out-trying to keep herself flat on the wall-but to little avail, as soon as she had exited she felt strong unmistakable arms grip her about the throat and drag her from the hole in the wall. She barely had time to squeak-let alone room to breathe as it happened.

?Ho-ho...looks like Ookami-san was telling the truth-Eh, Little Angel? You were ratting out Narcotic-weren't you?? He placed the gun to her head as the other six chuckled around him.

Well...all seven came to play with him...how sweet...now if the idgit squad had conveniently forgotten who the hanyou truly was then he'd have a very good advantage here. A nasty smirk spread over that boys face as he fished a small cell out of his pocket. Pausing only long enough speed dial his roomies pager....flashing the digits of 737-50-54164 over Miroku?s little screen before the boy casually rose to a stand and sent that phone humming for Bankotsu's skull seconds before the boy himself leapt off the rooftop

?Gyeh! Intruder!? Mukotsu called out-spotting the boy just before he made that diving leap from the roof. Within an instant, short-fat-chubby man had shot something from his weapon that flew out at top speed and hit the boy in the head, exploding into a poisonous gas cloud-and enveloping the air area around him in swathes. ?Gyeh heh heh heh...strong enough poison to knock out a bull??

Meanwhile Jakotsu had spotted the cell phone and caught it before it hit Bankotsu. He looked it over, and then peered up to the cloud of shouki Mukotsu had delivered- and suddenly his eyes lit up and an open smile came to his face. Oh yes, he knew whom it was. ?Eeee! It's-it's-! It's my sweet Inuyasha! -? He chirped so like a girl.

?Huuh?? Bankotsu blinked and turned around, then looked up at the boy, still holding the girl in his tight grasp. ?...Ah! So it is! Old enemies never die do they??

It was a back alleyway and alley have grates and no matter what the temperature of the air would be, a soft silent rumbling of gray-white steam would emerge from the grate and darken with each passing second until it seeped a dusky purple hue with a myriad of sparkles. Anyone with half-a-magic sense would feel that was this was no youkai energy, nothing really felt before. Down the alley, one grate would budge up and soon be flung off the cement ground, flying into the air and away from them? something long, sharp and flickering in the light emerging, shooting through the air and arching through the air, straight for the...hopefully... waiting hand of Inuyasha

Hmm... Now if only chubs was trying to poison a bull he'd have succeeded, instead of an Inu hanyou who unlike a corpse, grew stronger with age. His form bolted through the poison and landed on the asphalt in a crouch upon those skates, one hand shielding his sensitive nose while the other clutched the black obsidian sheathed weapon tightly beside him. With a snuff he rose to his feet and settled his hat back down, flashing. Jakotsu-babe a rather annoyed look before focusing on Bank. ?Yeah.... Just like old times, never thought a corpse like you would survive this long without shriveling up into a papery-prune.... Ahh well. Lets reminisce shall we?? He pitched abruptly into a sudden lunge, his skates scratching a little as they hit pavement hard and pumped him forward...His form pivoting to the side as a clawed hand swung and the iron reaper enchantment flew, unleashing the lashing streams of chaotic energy right into the center of the group to break them apart. Least that was the wisest course, as the trailing edge of the spell struck the ground first unleashing a sizzling hot spray of tar and debris flying violently...Imagine what it would do to any unfortunate undead thug who was caught in its full blast?

All the girl could do was stare and listen in complete and utter disbelief...Inu-ya-sha?? Was that his true name-? She knew he was a con-artist, but to have a name like that...she suddenly began to notice an odd tingle that had been there all along, but she'd ignored...now it was suddenly clearer to her...youkai. and he obviously knew these creeps- and they knew him. She knew he wasn't normal-but youkai? She blinked and gulped, but had little time to do anything more.

?HO! Inuyasha- be glad too...After we get rid of this little snitch here...Lovely little chick isn't she? She'd look better mutilated. Isn't that right Little Angel?? He sneered down at her just as the boy began to leap and send his claw attack toward them. Bankotsu looked up, and grinned. ?In fact...Looks like you'll be doing the honor for us my good hanyou!!? And he lifted the girl up in front of him to take the brunt of the attack instead, grinning all the while behind her back.

?Keh! I never get to have any fun with Inuyasha-chan.? Jakotsu pouted.

Rankotsu rolled his eyes and bashed Jakotsu's head in once. ?...Baka-yaro. You'd just rape him.?

?Itaaa!!?? He rubbed his head. ?Sooo??

That fog which spurred the dusky purple with the myriad sparkles as it slithered across the ground? whomever held the girl, would feel a sudden blast of hot singing steam, but Kagome would not be burnt. If there was a knife to her throat, that would be pushed away, gun done the same - the fog coming between her and the weapon. The gaseous cloud expanded and took on the folds of a deep dusky moonlight purple cloak, sparkles like stars with an overall appearance of an unknown gender, but arms, not solid, but Kagome could feel the warmth would wrap around her, a mouth came to her ear-a familiar voice ?Be still.? And the gaseous cloak billowed up to engulf the pair, removing them the scene to somewhere safe - the roof.

It was a move that left the hanyou in the right position to unleash Tetsusaiga upon Banksie, and with the girl suddenly flitted from his grasp it left the cadaver two choices...suffer the blast of the spell or try to leap away right in range of the half-breed who was lunging just inches above the destruction. The fang flared to life and held poised in all its gleaming glory at the ready, slashing wickedly for the fool the moment his muscled even visibly twitched to flee. All the while the hanyou taunted. ?Still hiding behind others, guess all of Naraku?s morons share in his legacy for being a complete chicken shit!?

Something took the girl away- and of course he noticed. He growled and spun around to the other six of his men pointing at the fog that had just taken off with Kagome. ?AFTER HER! She ratted out! Here's our proof! She broke code! She has to pay the price!? As the other members of his party scuttled off to catch the girl and the cloud-dude, Bankotsu spun around to face the hanyou again, with a dry smirk on his face. ?Not hiding dipshit. Boy, you get stupider every century don't you? She has to die anyway, and what better way for her to go then by the very hands she betrayed Naraku too eh? Doesn't matter though?? He tossed his 9mm to one side and leapt up over the hanyou-racing around the corner of the building. Running off? Not quite.

Rankotsu meanwhile had upped himself on Kyoukotsu's shoulders and landed in front of the purple blob of sky-and he was quickly followed by the others-though not by Kyoukotsu himself-because that dude could just stand there and reach over a two-story building-freak is that big. ?We'll try to make this easy. Just hand her over-don't care who you are or what your purpose is-and won't, if you just give over what?s ours. Capiche??

Kagome was caught in the folds of the gaseous being - she would be kept warm, but also felt slightly jelly-like, but it wasn't slimy or gross and nothing would come off her, but it grew, expanding like a phantom body, growing larger. Still, the cloak hid any type of gender, but a bishonen face was seen, dark eyes and an opal hued hair tinged dusky purple. Hands seemed to appear out of the folds, bending into claws and lashing out in a very solid sweep towards his body. If he should dodge the swipe, from the folds of his cloak would emerge a solid black cloud of black screeching bats that would just surround him, smack Rankotsu with those wings.

Not gross her left foot! She was in Jell-O! How is that not gross? She-was-sitting-in-freaking-purple-gooshy-Jell-O! She struggled to get out of it...she knew who it was- and that really he meant no harm- but really, slimy or not stuck in a human gelatinous fruit snack was not the way to go! And it was ripping her clothes more! She couldn't stand it really- and shoved her head out taking in a deep breath of fresh air-and whipping her head to the nearest Shichinintai. ?WHO TOLD YOU I WAS RATTING??!!!?

The nearest was Suikotsu- the one who was a good-natured doctor at times, and a murderous killer at others. As the blob shot bats out for Rankotsu-aniki he shoved his claws into the goo-and began to pry the girl out. ?..Heh heh heh...Wouldn't you love to know??

Bankotsu seemed to forget something...the boy was on roller blades, technology made up for his half bloods lack of youkai speed. There was a loud bang above the fleeing corpses head, a shower of shingles gravel washing over the fools form seconds before the hanyou himself landed before him in a swift backwards roller glide. The fang oddly sheathed for the moment as the boy resorted to more...primitive measures. Bankotsu?s nice Armani suit collar becoming seized firmly in the hanyou?s hands before the boy pivoted and threw the fool in a wicked slam to the side of the warehouse! ?...The hell do you think your going!?? He hissed as he ground those skates into the asphalt to bring him to an abrupt stop.

There was a hiss above and a pair of vampire like fangs gleamed in the moonlight as his hands shot down, latching onto the shoulders of Suikotsu...both like vices. His left hand slid over towards his throat and with a jerk, there would be the sound of crushing bones as he set to just decimate that right shoulder of Suikotsu, swearing up and down into Kagome's mind in soft whispers that she was a fool?she would have been safe within the confines of his cloak.

She ground her teeth: "You think I'm safe in here?!" :she shot back mentally. She didn't want to be stuck in here. She wasn't a street cat for nothing! She could damn well fight-but first she had to find out who the hell had ratted that she'd ratted...She'd kill them who ever they were. "Let me the hell out of here! I know you think I'm safe-"

Speak no more she had to not, for there are 6 after her-and one facing the hanyou. Two may have been Two may have been occupied with issues- but that left four others. And the biggest of all- Kyoukotsu went in for the grab bag-reaching his huge hand into the gooed cloak and grasping the girl dragging her out. Any bats that came for him wouldn't bug him in the slightest. ?Kekekekekeke...Your dead??

Bankotsu-having been thus slammed into a wall grinned at the hanyou all the same-he'd stopped him sure- but the dead-man had already gotten what he'd been after. ?Nowhere, shit-for-brains.? He taunted, and with one fell swoop lifted up his overly large halberd and took a large swinging fell swoop at the boy with it-and then rolled out of the hanyou's gripping range. ?...Ah...-you know, it's always nice to be able to use my Banrayu.? And he took a leaping swing for the boy causing his own wind with its velocity.

The hanyou only rolled his eyes at the sight of the monstrous halberd...granted the fang was a biiiiiiiig boy as hand-wielded weapons went but Banrayu was the one that went overboard. Of course the bigger the weapon the harder it was to maneuver...something the hanyou took right into account as he also lunged for Bankotsu. Tetsusaiga lead first, its swing smashing into the halberd from above and knocking it just a few inches below its intended course, the boy fallowing by slamming those skates onto the weapons shaft and executing a half twist-Ollie that granted him the altitude and momentum to unleash a lashing back kick that drove the blade of that skate right across the center of poor Bankotsu?s face!

Bankotsu was smacked by the roller blades and knocked one against the wall, sliding down after leaving a huge indent he glared at the hanyou and wiped the blood streaks from his face-and smirked ?...Still-as brutal as I recall?? He muttered, musing more to himself then to the boy, as he stood up slowly, and lifted up his halberd and began to spin it round and round, wicked fast to build momentum and a force to let loose when he finally brought it down. After building up enough he did bring it down, and smashed right through the entire parking lot-causing massive holes to erupt in the ground and knock lamp posts over spilling live-wires all across the ground...and to add to the effect- he broke the water lines- so the whole lot was now an electrified pool of water. He?d leapt onto a windowsill big enough to hold him standing straight to avoid it. Fun-fun!

The one his hands would be tossed away with the slightest of shoves, his own hands coming around to grab at the big man?s hands as his own form began to expand. The area around Kyoukotsu's hands would begin to heat up, though Kagome would feel nothing, Kyoukotsu's flesh would began to sizzle as Kagome was forced out of his grasp, then exploded out of his body like food after a good binge, sent flying to another rooftop near by, her landing would be softened by the remaining cloth that was left around her. continuing his growing, he doubled over and just enveloped the giant, much like those creatures in Beast Master - secreting an acidic fluid into him that would just eat at his flesh and muscle.

Still gross- still nasty-she still wanted out. This wasn't helping much- and Poor Sango-chan! Her whole lot and warehouse was being destroyed! And it was all her fault! She knew she could never repay Sango-chan back for the mess that was happening now...little by little tears started up on her face. Even if these to bakas saved her- her brother was going to die now for sure, and Sango-chan would never forgive her for what was happening to the U.G.R...and now- because of her- Narcotic would know about the place, and come and take it down...Kill all hopes for any poor streetwalker out there. And it was all because of her...With all that gone and her brother as good as dead; she had nothing left, as far as she knew anyway. She struggled to move from the cloak.

Jakotsu spotted her wriggling free-and with a bored look on his prettily painted face went to go help her out. The boss had wanted her back alive first off anyway. Funny how Bankotsu-oo-aniki had missed that crucial point...but he had-and maybe if he did what Naraku asked-he'd get something in return.

At this point the hanyou had it...He was furious and the gleam in the fang that he drew testified to it, those violet orbs narrowed dangerously as the hanyou rushed fast through the ruined lot. Flinching and stumbling a bit when a life wire brushed past a leg, when he saw the water rushing at him with electrical lines writhing like eels he knew he had to think quickly. He swung the blade fast before him, its own flash of power racing over the ruined ground and gouging it deeply to slow the rushing water enough to allow the hanyou to bound onto a toppled electrical pole, and leap up towards the building the fool perched on. Yet he also felt that windowsill was a good perch, that fang swung as he closed in slapping the halberd violently to the side to open the fool up to another kick.... This one to the side of Bankotsu?s skull, all intent to knock him off that sill and send him to the pool below

Bankotsu headed for the pool-but did a double take and flipped around, landing on a jutting piece of ground in a crouch and spinning to look up at the hanyou in the window sill with a slight frown-his halberd pointed somewhat downwards. He then smirked. ?Good try!? And pointed the point of the blade at him, beckoning him onward again.

?I bore of you?? He stated rather dully as he swung the fang over a shoulder and sighed. ?If I can't get Naraku?s whereabouts from you I'll just grab one of your lackeys.... One of them will gladly chirp his address to me.? The point here was the hanyou wanted information, not the fool dead....and with a snug Bankotsu was left high and dry...literally...and the boy bounded up to the rooftop and vanished over its crest...the purpose of Kags became clear now as to why he didn?t off the bat go after her...between her and Miroku none of the other six were going anywhere anytime soon.

Continuing his meal of the big guy, his head shot over his shoulder to spy Jackie? with a hiss, that lump was left and glided in giant strides towards the top to the edge of the roof, stepping onto the edge and leaping across like point here was the hanyou wanted information, not the fool dead.... And with a snug Bankotsu was left high and dry...literally...and the boy bounded up to the rooftop and vanished over its crest...the purpose of Kags became clear giant blob - he really didn't leap, just expanded and rolled, slithering and turning towards where Pretty boy was coming from - look out for the blob!

Kyoukotsu grumbled and rumbled and laughed all at once. It was a tickling feeling that this guy, blob, whatever was giving him-it was obstructing his course- but it didn?t matter?He was melting slowly. He wasn?t stupid-he noticed and growled out loudly enough to shake the very ground and the building he was beside. He shook himself hard-but this went two ways. One-it knocked Miroku into the sky before he reached Jakotsu, and sent him flying off into the black horizon effectively ridding the area of him, but in doing that he shattered himself because Miroku had eaten away at precious ligaments?What was to happen now?

~End Chap. 2~

[Winged~Trinity]

:razz: :razz: Omg i think i found my new fave seriese!!! no seriously it was great!!!both of them, please write more soon!!!