InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Laying Down the Law ❯ Cool Rider ( Chapter 8 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: The Kouga Lucius Connection 
Miroku and Sango have a little time to talk about things and the Fangs run across trouble at the race!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.13.2006 | Pages: 5 | Words: 8.0K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Miroku and Sango have a little time to talk about things and the Fangs run across trouble at the race!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.13.2006 | Pages: 5 | Words: 8.0K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Thanks so much to all my reviewers; this story is my pride and joy, but it's becoming steadily harder to write, lol. I have it planned out several chapters in advance, but planning it and writing it are two very separate things. Thanks to everyone for being so patient. I'm getting lots of positive feedback and it certainly puts a little gasoline in the tank, if you know what I mean. Lol.
"106 degrees and climbing," Miroku sighed, peering at the thermometer with weary eyes.
General murmurs of discontent followed this announcement and Ranbou threw down his grease rag, snarling viciously at the heat. "God damn it, how are we supposed to get anything done when we're livin' in a fuckin' boiler oven?!"
This only provoked a chuckle from Kouga, who replied, "Strip naked and deal with it."
"What do you say, my fair Sango? How does stripping naked sound?" Miroku asked with a lustful gaze, which directed itself pointedly at Sango's chest.
Sango, who'd been working along on a Reikon's Ford Escape, raised an unimpressed eyebrow and leaned back against the car's driver side, crossing her arms in an irritated gesture. "Not really my cup of tea." Miroku just grinned and reach down for the hem of his own shirt, ripping it off and twirling it comically around his head. "If you remove one more piece of clothing, I'll make sure you never have children. Ever," Sango said flatly.
At Sango's insinuation, Miroku's helicopter motion stopped abruptly and the shirt fell limply to his side. "You hurt me, Sango," Miroku said with a pathetically fake pout.
Yet Sango didn't respond, and only turned back to the car's hood, examining the spaghetti mess of parts inside. Over in Inuyasha's corner, he and Kagome were working on someone's disagreeable Jeep. The hanyou held out his hand, saying gruffly, "5mm wrench."
Kagome selected the said wrench from Inuyasha's tool box and smacked it down in his palm, glancing up at the ceiling and wiping her brow. Somehow, it seemed to get hotter every second inside the warehouse, despite the air circulating from outside. Kagome was perched on the Jeep's roll over bar, looking down on Inuyasha as he re-attached the dashboard with a set of newer screws.
"Is this what you guys do every day? Work on cars?" she asked curiously.
With a slight grunt, Inuyasha finished tightening the bolt and replied gruffly, "Yep. You gotta problem with that?"
The girl only shrugged. "No. I like it, I was just wondering. I always thought there was...more to a gang. You know?"
"What, you mean like cruising around picking up girls? And spray painting shit?" Inuyasha asked, trying to conceal a grin when she appeared surprised by his astute guess.
After a moment, Kagome replied dully, "Well, something like that."
The white haired boy laughed, reaching back to lift his hair off his neck. "You ain't alone. " His smile faded as he tried in vain to arrange his hair comfortably. After a moment, Kagome hopped down into the front seat next to Inuyasha, gathering his thick hair back in her hands. By use of a rubber band on her wrist, the girl managed to constrain the hair in a high ponytail, keeping it, for the most part, out of Inuyasha's way.
"Thanks," he murmured, turning away to hide his blush as he grabbed for another wrench.
"No problem," Kagome replied noncomitally, returning to her perch on the roll bar.
As she sat there, dressed in her sports bra and baggy jeans, Inuyasha couldn't help but find her oddly beautiful. Certainly, he'd thought Kikyo was great looking, but Kagome had a softer quality to her features. Hell, she was softer in mind, body and soul than Kikyo, yet there weren't many girls who weren't. Kikyo had been through some hard times in her life, harder than any 17 year old should ever have to endure, and she now paid the price with her bitterness.
"Inuyasha...?" Kagome asked tentatively, observing the boy as he remained frozen in the passenger's seat, wrench in hand.
Snapping out of his stupor, Inuyasha growled rather angrily, "What?!"
His response startled Kagome and she lowered her gaze slightly, muttering, "Nothing, sorry."
Inuyasha's gaze softened and he was about to say something when a screech interrupted the warehouse peace, followed by the mighty clap of palm on cheek. Everyone whipped around at the noise, shaking their heads as Miroku fell to the ground with the force of Sango's hit; would he never learn? Sango appeared absolutely livid, her pretty face red with indignation and fists clenched tightly at her sides.
"Damn pervert! Did you not hear me the first three thousand times I told you NOT TO TOUCH ME?!" She wailed.
Miroku sat up slightly, rubbing his sore cheek while responding lightly, "But my dear Sango, I am only human and the temptation is simply too great when I'm with you. Oh your beautiful body...."
Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say, for Sango let out an unearthly scream. All demons in the surrounding area clamped the hands furiously to their ears, gritting their teeth through the moment; what a voice that girl had! Finally, she broke her bellow just long enough to say, "Then maybe I just won't 'be with you' anymore, if you can't control yourself! Go dishonor someone else with your fucking hands!"
And with this, Sango turned on her heels and stormed angrily out of the warehouse, bound for god knows where. All was silent as Miroku digested Sango's words and the others exchanged frightened glances. Never before had Sango become so enraged over Miroku's perverted tendencies. Before, a good slap to the face and an angry word seemed to satisfy her, but...not this time. Even the way she'd phrased her accusation, by use of the word "dishonor," seemed sadly condemning. Sitting, stunned, on the ground, Miroku suddenly felt very small and pathetic, even worthless. Did he truly "dishonor" her with his touch? Was he that...repulsive?
A clawed hand appeared before his face, offering Miroku help to his feet, and he took it numbly, dusting himself off with mechanical arms. Inuyasha sighed a little, crossing his arms and observing his friend critically. "You knew she wouldn't take it forever, Roku," he said wisely.
"Yeah," came Miroku's low reply. "But I didn't think she'd get fed up so soon. I'm not ready yet."
By this time, most had returned to work, deciding to give the boy time to think, while Sesshomaru and Kouga joined their two friends to discuss the recent uproar. Kouga saddled up beside Inuyasha, observing Miroku with a confused glance. "Not ready? Fer what?"
Miroku grew slightly red in the face and looked away from his friends' questioning eyes, appearing as though he couldn't answer the question. Yet a ghost of a smile fleeted across Sesshomaru's face as he answered the wolf demon's question. "Not ready to take their relationship to the next level. He was safe on this superficial level, groping her and receiving a slap or two. But now...he knows he'll have to make his move. Isn't that right, Miroku?"
When the boy glanced up and met Sesshomaru's eyes ashamedly, looking for all the world like a lost puppy, Inuyasha let out a barking laugh. "Gods, Miroku, she's got you whipped."
Rolling his eyes slightly, Kouga slapped a hand over Inuyasha's mouth and said wryly, "Ignore him. Look, Roku, if there's one thing you gotta learn, it's this: women want the truth. They want something real, something constant. So you gotta tell Sango the truth, whatever that is. The way you feel about her, or whatever. Grabbin' her ass isn't gonna get you where you wanna go. I know I'd never lie to Ayame unless I thought she'd get killed over it. I bet Shomo doesn't lie to Rin without good reason either."
Sesshomaru nodded sagely, interjecting, "You can't lie to women without the perfect poker face. Women's intuition isn't just a wive's tale; they'll know just by looking in your eyes. Trust me. I decided to test the theory with Rin."
Snorting, Inuyasha replied, "You mean when you told her you liked her new convertible and she was all, 'Sesshomaru, don't lie to me.'"
Fixing his brother with a pointed glare, Sesshomaru replied stiffly, "Among other things."
Seeing an argument about to start, Kouga interrupted swiftly, reitterating, "But you gotta tell Sango how you feel. So you better go now."
Miroku looked from one friend to another and finally sighed, as though accepting the inevitable. "I guess you're right. I'll be back in 5."
Walking almost casually out of the warehouse, Miroku glanced up at the flawless blue sky, frowning slightly. If only he could be that flawless, especially with Sango, yet he knew perfection was not inside the realm of men. Instead, his life was a constant journey towards it. Perfection was unattainable, yet constantly hoped for...just like Sango. He spotted her quickly, sitting on the roof of her car with a look of indifference. The warm summer breeze blew her hair back in a gust and, in that moment, lips pouted and eyes half hooded, she was the most beautiful creature Miroku had ever seen. Before, he'd been adding in the Miss America Winner of 1998, but now Sango surpassed even her.
Gulping loudly, Miroku walked steadily towards the girl of his dreams, bent on apologizing without a slip up. His footsteps were loud on the gravel and Sango heard him before she saw him. Sighing, she glanced his direction and raised one slender eyebrow irritatedly. "You know, normally girls storm out of rooms hoping they won't be followed."
This only provoked a slight chuckle from Miroku. "Sango, with all due respect, I will always follow you if I think you're upset."
Sango said nothing to this, for she really didn't know what to say, and only observed him with a softer gaze. When she remained silent, Miroku put his hands in his pockets and shrugged his bare shoulders nervously. "I...came out to say I'm sorry for...dishonoring you. By groping you, I mean. I know it's wrong, but I do it..." for a minute, Sango didn't believe he would finish, but he soon picked back up. "I do it because...because I want to be closer to you. And I don't know another way to do it without telling you...something that might scare you away. About how I like you. About how I've always...liked you. As more than a friend. "
Blinking, Sango processed this confession slowly before realizing how much pride Miroku had sacrificed for this moment. Despite his calm nature, Miroku was still a Fang and, therefore, couldn't stand to lose. By admitting his feelings, he was almost losing the neverending battle between them, a skirmish of wit and illegitimate touching. So, as she was now the victor, what should Sango do? Technically, she could simply deny him and thusly end the battle. But something within her just couldn't do it. What would life be without Miroku, constantly at her side, making her feel better about herself despite his flaws? She wasn't perfect, so how could she judge him on something such as that? Really, there was only one thing to do.
"I forgive you Miroku," she said finally, tone somewhat uplifted and eyes shining. "It's hard to stay mad at you when you say shit like that."
Inside the warehouse, Kouga had paused in his work to observe the goings on outside. His face held an almost whimsical expression as he watched Miroku expressing his feelings, finally evoking a passive smile from Sango. It seemed as though everything was going to work out and, as long as his friends were happy, Kouga was too. A slender pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist and Kouga smiled slightly, taking in the beautiful scent of his girlfriend. Ayame perched her chin on his shoulder and sighed contentedly, pressing herself up against his back.
"I'm glad he apologized," she said quietly.
Kouga chuckled, which sent rumbling tremors throughout Ayame's body. "Yeah, me too. He always comes realy close and then covers it up with another perverted remark, you know? It was starting to piss me off."
"At least he wasn't manhandling your ass, too," Ayame pointed out, voice holding a note of humor.
Kouga rolled his eyes plantively. "Thank God for that."
Moments later, Miroku and Sango came waltzing back into the warehouse, talking and laughing like old friends, argument seemingly forgotten. Sesshomaru raised his gaze from his seat in the lounge area, looking less like a gang leader and more like a peaceful father. Being a dog demon, he had rather weak eyes and was often forced to wear reading glasses; in conjunction with the newspaper he held, Sesshomaru gave of a very sophisticated air. If he hadn't be shirtless, he might've passed for a businessman, yet Rin wouldn't have enjoyed that sight nearly as much.
"Miroku finally scored a point in that battle, I believe," he said dully, returning his eyes to the newspaper.
Rin, who was fanning herself with a small stack of old revenue records, replied breathlessly, "So now it's only three hundred to one."
"Yo, Shomo."
Turning to face the voice, Sesshomaru observed Ranbou as he reached down into the refrigerator and retrieved a cold beer. The wolf demon popped the top and downed almost half the bottle, licking his lips and returning his eyes to the Fang leader. "What are we gonna do about Naraku's shit at the race tonight?"
The question provoked a frown from Sesshomaru, who set down his recently forgotten paper and removed his glasses. "We'll do what we always do. Race to win."
As though this were an idiotic answer, Ranbou pressed, "But you know everyone's gonna wanna start shit over his little territory proposal. What'll we do about that, huh?"
Rin and Sesshomaru exchanged glances, as though wondering what the other thought, yet neither had a clue about the solution. What kind of trouble awaited them at the race that night? They couldn't very well forbid their friends from fighting the North, especially after this wicked proposal from Naraku. The other Northern gangs seemed slightly less inclined to grab for territory, but they all followed Naraku shamelessly, so his numbers would never be less than two hundred. Though there might've been a strategy in all of this, Rin and Sesshomaru couldn't seem to find it.
Finally, Sesshomaru replied quietly, "Whatever happens, happens. 'We' have absolutely no control over that."
Blinking slightly, Ranbou clutched his beer bottle tightly and looked away from his friend's piercing gaze. As much as the wolf hated to admit it, the Fang leader was right. For once, the gangs were helpless puppets attached to fate's strings. For once, they had no power. And this didn't bode well.
"Yeah? Shut up, motherfuckin' North scum, go suck someone's dick off or something!"
"You bitches suck off, we swallow whole!"
"No wonder you're such a fatass! You're all full o' cock!"
Sesshomaru massaged his temples wearily, sighing as this pointless banter continued between two gang members on either side of the street. This was just one example of the conversations going on that night, turning the normally heart lifting races into a sinful aired debauchery of gang life. Even the leaders weren't used to this kind of disgusting rivalry and they were tiring of it quickly; if only these races could just be over with.
Rin shook her head slowly, wind blowing across her face as the warm night breeze came rolling down the street. The streetlights caught the face of several angry gang members, all of them shaking their fists at their enemies. If the North and South were bad before, now the competition was even worse. Crossing her small arms over her barely clad chest, Rin adjusted her red bikini strap absentmindedly.
"This is getting ridiculous, Sesshomaru," she said.
Gazing out at his angry friends, all of whom were leaning over the fences into the street, screaming obscenities at the equally riled Northerners, Sesshomaru simply reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette."Well, baby, if you can find us an alternative, please let me know."
Rin snorted, leather clad hips switching moodily to the side. "Yeah, right. This is a full on war, Sessh. I'm almost freaked out about the noise we're making, though. Aren't we going to attract cops at this rate?"
Sesshomaru shrugged menially, cigarette smoke drifting lazily into the dark sky and casting strange shadows on his face. "They never caught us before."
"Still..." Rin trailed off blankly. She glanced nervously down the street, as though expecting a cop car to appear any moment. "Shouldn't we try to get this under control, even if it's only a little bit?"
Smoke curled out his mouth and nose as Sesshomaru replied easily, "We only have one race left, Rin, calm down. After this, I'll take you out to dinner."
At the sound of this suggestion, Rin couldn't help but smile peacefully. "Alright, I trust you."
These words set down a weight on Sesshomaru's shoulders, though he showed no evidence of this fact. Rin seemed to relax at the very sound of his confident assurance and he couldn't help but feel slightly unsettled. In an almost paranoid way, Rin had a very valid point. The gangs didn't normally make so much noise, but tonight they nearly casued a caucaphonus tornado of sounds. It wouldn't be unusual if someone nearby called the cops for, obviously, this night was getting slightly out of hand.
Kagome leaned over the fence slightly, ignoring the racous shouting of her friends as Inuyasha pulled up Sesshomaru's Saleen S7 up to the starting line. Stepping out of the car, he punched a single fist into the air, provoking screams of both praise and disapproval from the different sides. Kagome couldn't help but notice how handsome Inuyasha looked in his jeans and black wifebeater, accessorizing with his Fangs jacket as per usual. Since his Lamborghini Diablo wasn't anywhere near completion in the shop, Inuyasha was racing his brother's car to represent the Fangs. A loud roar was heard as another equally impressive car pulled up to the starting line. Akago stepped out of his vintage blue Ferrari, running a hand absently over the door top as he met eyes with Inuyasha.
The albino demon never removed his crimson gaze from Inuyasha as he said blankly, "See you at the finish line."
Inuyasha had fully prepared himself to say something nasty in return, but Akago's remark came out in a startlingly neutral way. The comment was hardly abbrasive of affrontive, not even rude, and Inuyasha barely knew how to respond. Finally, he narrowed his eyes and replied gruffly, "Yeah, the finish line."
After observing the interraction between the two racers, Kagome furrowed her brow and turned to Ranbou, who was smoking a cigarette to her right. "That was weird," she commented, shifting slightly in her red leather halter top, borrowed from Rin of course.
Ranbou shrugged, leaning more on the fence, which was now groaning beneath the strain of the many angry gang members. "Eh, Akago's never been as bad as Naraku of Ryuukoytsusei. He's leader cause he's smart, smart as hell." The wolf demon paused for a moment and then said, "You know, I always kinda thought he just sorta humored Naraku by following him or whatever. Kinda like he followed for a different reason. He doesn't seem like the kind that would need to lean on Naraku where his gang was concerned."
Following Ranbou's gaze to where Akago sat motionlessly in the front seat of his Ferrari, Kagome nodded a little. "I can kind of see what you mean just by looking at him. He seems...above all this."
Though many might've taken offense to Kagome's comment, which practically undermined the entirety of the gangs, Ranbou only smirked. "Yeah, I know."
Inuyasha focused his eyes on the finish line, which seemed ridiculously far away, and sat back against the driver's seat. If he didn't win this, it wouldn't be that big of a deal to anyone but him. Even with the competition that night, no one was focusing much on the races. Not but ten people could've named the racers or the outcomes, yet almost everyone could recall a nasty insult they'd paid their enemy. Yes, Inuyasha should've felt no pressure, but he was simply too proud. Even if no one noticed his loss, he would notice; besides all this, Akago was no push over behind the wheel. He was known to be the smartest racer in Tokyo, but Inuyasha wasn't afraid of him. He was simply afraid of losing period.
Kanna, who was showing off her ass...I mean assets...that night in a preciously tiny black mini skirt, sauntered out to stand between the two cars, fingering the race flag hungrily. She met eyes briefly with her brother Akago, who only nodded his head in acknowledgement, and she barely even flicked her gaze towards Inuyasha. The yelling never stopped as she brought the flag crashing down towards the pavement, but the sounds were soon drowned out by the squealing of tires.
Inuyasha gunned the Saleen and rocketed out in front, engine roaring lowly across the pavement. The car's power was incredible and the hanyou found himself thrown back against the seat as the throttle took control, sending both driver and car hurtling forwards along the track. Akago, more used to his vehicle, depressed the gas pedal only slightly at first, bringing it against the floor as the car responded to his touch. Combined with Inuyasha's more developed vehicle and Akago's superior handling, the two cars ran neck and neck out of the startling line.
Glancing over at the other rider, Inuyasha narrowed his eyes and set them firmly on the road ahead of him, glancing at the speedometer briefly; 143 and climbing. For a moment, both drivers were caught in a moment where the winner was uncertain, but Akago began making his move. Slowly but surely, the Shark leader took another stab at his gas pedal and brought the Ferrari a nose ahead of the Saleen.
Inuyasha felt a lurch in his stomach as Akago's car pulled in front of his and, suddenly, his shock of Taisho instinct took over. Glancing down at the stick shift, Inuyasha grabbed it and double clutched into fifth, closing his eyes momentarily as the engine gave a rumble. Without warning, the car propelled forward at an amazing speed, as though pushed by a giant, and pulled just barely ahead of Akago's car. At the finish line, the difference between the cars was barely even noticeable, yet the evidence was there: Inuyasha had won.
The two racers pulled their cars back to the starting line, where Sesshomaru was waiting with a satisfied smirk on his face. Those who'd stopped their shouting to congratulate the winner yelled encouragement as Inuyasha stepped proudly out of the Saleen, glancing at the crowd. His eyes locked on Kagome, who was grinning and clapping enthusiastically next to Ranbou. The corner of his mouth were just turning up in a smile when a piercing wail hit the air, undulating up and down at a foreboding pitch. All movement and sound stopped as the gangs whipped around to face the source of the commotion.
A black and white cop car turned the corner nearly a mile down the street, far away, yet so frighteningly close. Leaping into action, Sesshomaru shouted, "Cops! Go, go, go!"
There was a sudden flurry of action as everyone snapped back to life, screaming and sprinting for the nearest vehicle. Inuyasha managed to lean over and grab Kagome by the arm, shouting, "Get in!"
Kagome, who could've frozen dead on the spot, was able to throw herself into the passenger's seat, slamming the door as Inuyasha screamed for Sesshomaru. His brother, who was ushering all his gang members back to the cars with great urgency, heard his name and yelled, "Go on!" before continuing on in his work. Never before had Kagome seen such utter chaos, bodies flying this way and that, people splayed out on the ground as they found themselves trampled beneath the excitement. Though Kagome had almost been under the impression that the gangs feared nothing, she realized now that everyone feared the cops.
Rin was struggling against a steady flow of bodies, trying desperately to reach her boyfriend. "Sesshomaru!" she cried, throwing her hand forward.
Upon hearing his girlfriend scream his name, Sesshomaru looked quickly around and saw Miroku hurrying Sango to the car. Without another thought, Sesshomaru darted forward and grabbed Rin around the waist, practically picking her up and throwing her towards Miroku. "Take her!" he yelled, nodding in Miroku's direction.
Rin gasped. "Sesshomaru! No, come with us!"
"I can't!" came his reply as the sirens neared. "I have to get the others out, go on!"
Miroku grabbed Rin as she lurched forward, trying to hurry after the Fang leader, but the boy held fast."Rin, leave him, c'mon!" Even as Rin screamed, Miroku dragged her backwards and threw her inside the car, heart practically breaking as he recalled the desperation on the girl's face. She wanted so badly to stay with Sesshomaru, but she knew the duties of a gang leader. It was as though they could look but never quite touch each other. The distance between them was incredible in that moment.
Cars began zooming out of the area, motorcycles darting behind buildings and taking more secretive ways out. Ranbou slammed on his helmet and yelled out to Kouga, who was helping Sesshomaru guide people to open car seats. When his younger brother turned to meet his gaze, Ranbou yelled, "Help me distract 'em!"
The youngest Ookami nodded curtly and sprinted towards his own motorcycle, which was parked on the opposing street side. He too donned his helmet and, revving the engine, the brothers went out to meet the ever growing entourage of cop cars. At first, there had only been one; now there were nearly ten, all of them speeding down the road towards the dispersing gang members.
Kouga sped out in front of the approaching cop cars, popping a wheelie and threatening to ride straight towards them. The front line of Crown Victorias came to an abrupt halt and prepared to take a byline around the boy, yet Ranbou blocked them off. Glad that his motorcycle was working, for once, Ranbou gunned the throttle and took a straight diagonal path off to Kouga's left, blocking off the other cop cars. Soon, cops were parking their vehicles and climbing out, guns at the ready as they prepared to do battle with the street gangs, the ever present thorn in the police department's side.
Sesshomaru had just ushered one of the last lone gang members to a car when he heard the frightening screech of tires. Seemingly out of no where, another group of cop cars came down the other side of the street, heading straight for the Fang leader. In that moment, Sesshomaru knew true fear as he almost faced what could've been a six month jail sentence and his breath escaped in a woosh. Rin's face ran fleetingly through his mind and he felt a desperate cold at the thought of never holding her again. Before he could get himself together, more cop cars had joined the melee and he was backed up against a nearby brick wall, cars blocking his exit from every direction.
The policemen were just getting ready to shine their lights on Sesshomaru, unpocketing their guns from the holsters, when another more ominous roar sounded throughout the street. A loud and wild yell tore through the night as a crimson red motorcycle rocketed through the center of the chaos, handeled by a rogue rider with a feminine body. The mysterious rider took a sharp corner on their back wheel, whirling to face the brunt of the cop force, and revved the engine bravely; they were going to charge.
Kouga paused momentarily, noticing how the cops' attention shifted quickly to the crimson motorcycle, and nodded to his brother, who was watching with rapt attention.
Kouga yelled, "Meet me at our home away from home!" code for the warehouse.
It was then that Ranbou noticed Sesshomaru running silently and swiftly towards Kouga's motorcycle, preparing to hop on and hurry away. With the police's attention focused on the renegade rider, the Fang leader had an easy time slipping away. After hopping on the back of Kouga's motorcycle, Sesshomaru dared one last look at the mysterious red rider, whose entire head, hair and all, was hidden beneath the confines of a helmet. Who were they and why was their riding so familiar? Furthermore, why was that motorcycle so familiar? Before any of these questions could be answered, Kouga brought the engine to life and sped away from the scene, turning several corners to make a complicated shape back to headquarters.
After seeing the two leave, Ranbou pulled his motorcycle over to the curb behind the police force, keeping his eyes trained on the rider. They were so familiar he could almost taste them on his tongue. He could smell nothing of their scent but perfume, a rather strong and vile on at that, so he couldn't rely on this sense alone. No, it was in their mannerisms, their movement. Who in the hells was this?
The police were closing in around the red motorcycle, some in their cars and others on foot. A rather commanding officer hefted a megaphone, saying, "Turn off your engine and step away from the motorcycle. I repeat, turn off your engine and step away from the motorcycle."
The rider seemed to consider their surroundings for a moment before startling everyone and revving their engine. The police exchanged glances, having expected this obviously outnumbered and surrounded rider to give in. Contrary to the policemen's request, the rider actually picked up their feet and shot forward, gunning the throttle with every single foot of distance. The police in the front prepared to open fire when the rider was almost on top of the foremost police car's nose, yet they never got the chance. Jerking upwards, the rider landed their front wheel on the car's hood and revved the engine again, bringing the entire motorcycle on top of the car and up to the roof.
The stunned police leader finally composed himself and yelled, "Open fire!"
Ranbou winced as shots rang out, catching the motorcycle's detailing but narrowly missing the rider and the wheels. The rider took a daring jump of the police car's back end, sailing over several heads before landing neatly on the pavement, riding away at the speed of light. The police tried to land a few more shots, but failed as the rider weaved unpredictably back and forth. Before they could capture the renegade motorcyclist, they were long gone around too many corners to count. Ranbou shook his head in amazement, rolling his motorcycle down the alleyway silently before starting it up on the other street. Had he got a story to tell!
Kouga parked the motorcycle quickly, giving Sesshomaru a brotherly punch to the shoulder before throwing off his helmet, jogging towards his friends. Ayame glanced up at running foot steps, joy soaring through her heart in conjunction with relief. She hurried forwards into Kouga's waiting arms, crying into his chest as he held her soothingly. He muttered words of comfort into her hair, kissing the top of her head as she mumbled incoherently; she was just glad he was alive.
Hot on Ayame's heels, Rin ran forward and practically launched herself at Sesshomaru, who caught her deftly, hugging her closely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her head in his shoulder as he chuckled and said, "I'm alright, baby."
"S-stupid," she hiccuped, practically worried beyond consolation. "You m-made me l-leave you, why?!'
Sesshomaru sighed, tightening his hold around Rin's tiny frame. She seemed so small, so helpless, which was exactly why he couldn't keep her with him. He had to protect her, even at the cost of his own life, and he wasn't about to risk her safety for pride. His safety, perhaps, but not hers. She meant far too much to him.
Kouga was still holding Ayame contentedly as she calmed down, smiling slightly at the worry she paid him. Though he hated to make her cry, it was nice to know that someone cared. He glanced around the crowd, furrowing his brow as he noticed a missing face. "Where's Ranbou?"
Glancing up, eyes red from stressful crying, Ayame asked blearily, "What?"
"Ranbou," Kouga reitterated urgently, "Hasn't he come back yet?"
The girl just shook her head, eyes confused. "No, I thought he was with you."
A desperate fear gripped Kouga's heart and he broke away from Ayame, jogging towards Sesshomaru. "Sesh, Ranbou's not back yet.'
Sesshomaru seemed to freeze, glancing around at the crowd over Rin's head. When he didn't see his friend's face, the boy readjusted his hold on Rin and addressed Kouga once more. "I thought he followed you out."
Kouga shook his head briefly, turning and calling to the crowd, "Hey, anyone seen Ranbou?"
Everyone exchanged glances, shaking their heads and puzzling over the boy's absence. Before the crowd could continue unwraveling Ranbou's mysterious disappearance, a familiar engine roared around the corner, bringing with it an excited looking Ranbou. The boy barely even brought his motorcycle to a stop before killing the engine and throwing off his helmet, running towards his friends. While they all ran forward, gathering in a relieved huddle around him, Ranbou seemed about ready to burst with confusion, elation and delight.
"Fuck, you guys missed it!" he shouted.
There were several calls of, "Missed what?" and the wolf grinned roguishly, crossing his strong arms across his chest. "Only the greatest example of motorcycling in South gang history."
He went on to tell the crowd about the mysterious rider in red, taunting the police and running up on their car, jumping away with gunfire at their back. He told of how the rider never removed their helmet and succeeded in luring the attention away from Sesshomaru and Kouga. The two boys flushed quietly, thinking shamefully of how they'd forgotten their savior in mere moments. They were more worried about getting out of the streets alive, though they wished they could've seen this feat. It sounded like quite a spectacle.
The crowd was still gushing over the mysterious rider when a roar sounded through the night, followed by a sleek red blur. The streetlights lining the warehouse roads picked up a motorcyclist, leaning over their handlebars as they turned the corner onto the Fang warehouse street, crimson cycle stark against the night. All fell silent as the crowd observed this sight, though Kouga came back to life first.
"That's them! That's the rider!"
The rider in question pulled slowly onto the gravel front lawn, riding a ways towards the group before slowing and killing their engine. The crowd's breath caught as they rider began to remove their helmet, pulling it off in a nearly slow motion frame. Some blinked while others gasped, taking in the sight of the rider unveiled. Many in the crowd knew this rider very well and, contrary to everyone's first thought, the rider wasn't male at all.
What y'all know about a supermodelFresh outta Elle magazineBuy her own bottlesLook pimp juice, I need me oneBad than a muthaI hear you sayin'I need a bad girlIf you're a bad girl
Shaking her brilliant silver hair free of the helmet's constraints, Shitora Taisho observed the gape mouthed crowd through a pair of wicked amber eyes. The two white ears atop her head perked up, twitching and relishing in the cool night air. The girl's crimson red lips curled into a devious smile as she lifted her nose in a confident gesture. Discarding her helmet easily, the girl began sauntering forward highheeled boots clicking on the gravel and swinging her hips from side to side. Like Rin, the girl seemed to have no reservations about dressing provocatively and wore a second skin pair of black leather pants, which clung deliciously to her perfect thighs. Unzipping her jacket as she went, Shitora revealed the black bikini top she wore beneath her black riding jacket, chuckling quietly as several males let out cat calls. Yes, over the years she'd developed a pair of rather perfect breasts, if she did say so herself.
Playas when you see meAct like you know meI keep a dollar worth of dimesYou know pimpin' ain't easyFor all my chicks in the clubWho knows how to cut a rugIf you're a bad girlGet at me bad girl
Inuyasha's heart stopped in surprise as he watched his once innocent baby sistering sauntering towards him, all grown up and a full on vixen. He was motionless for a moment, stunned into nothingness, until someone in the crowd gave a crude whistle. Immedeately, he snapped back to life and hurried forward, intercepting his baby sister before she could finish her cat walk to the crowd. The girl gave a squeal of half protest and half delight, returning Inuyasha's hug happily and giggling as he swung her around. Had this been an anime, the others might've sweat dropped; surely, this leather clad goddess wasn't a giggy school girl?
The brother and sister were reuinted momentarily until Sesshomaru stepped gracefully forward, grabbing his sister away from Inuyasha's grasp. Shitora let out another joyful scream, clinging to Sesshomaru and planting kisses all over his face. The Fang leader chuckled, setting his sister down to get a better look at her. At first, he'd barely been able to believe this young lady, nay, woman, was his little sister. As she stood before him, wide grin on her face, he was never more sure of another person's identity; that was definitely Shitora Taisho's smile.
"Miss me?" Shitora asked cheekily, switching her hips tauntingly to the side.
"What are you...I mean I thought dad...wait...how are you...Tora?" Inuyasha stuttered out, still not quite adjusted to his sister's presence.
Shitora just laughed heartily, a loud and racous sound which brought smiles to several faces. Finally she replied saucily, "I mean, c'mon Yash, after the way you two shamed dad the other day? He had to bring me back! I'm all done with school anyway, so why keep me there? I'm a lady, right?" Here, the girl twirled in a circle, displaying herself to her brothers and the crowd.
Ooh work me babyShakin' it the way I likeI'm ready to be badI need a bad girl (say yeah)Get at me bad girlWhat sexy lady's comin' home with me tonight?I'm ready to be badI need a bad girl (super bad baby)Get at me bad girl
Sesshomaru rolled his eyes at the girl's antics, crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow. "Shamed him? We didn't shame him, we just set him straight."
"Whatever, Sesh," Shitora replied with a terse grin, winking broadly and letting loose another gut splitting laugh.
"Sango, who is that?" Kagome asked confusedly, wondering how everyone seemed to know her previously.
Sango grinned, rolling her eyes and replying, "That's trouble. Shitora Taisho, Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's little sister. Her dad sent her up to some kinda boarding school, but it looks like she's back. She's a Fang member from way back when, knows almost everyone here."
Upon hearing this, Kagome furrowed her brow and asked, "Fang member? But I thought the Fangs were all boys..."
Miroku, who had been listening in on the conversation, entered in, "Well, technically we are. But Shitora...she was one of the guys anyway, besides she cusses and spits and smokes and is...basically...a man..." he finished almost confusedly, as though wondering if he could say this about a woman and not be hurt for it.
The three were about to go over to Shitora when a stunned voice broke the air. "Sukini?!"
Upon hearing this name, the word for "skinny," Shitora whipped around with a murderous expresison on her face. She met eyes fearlessly with her most hated enemy, Ranbou Ookami, crossing her arms moodily and slipping into a fast funk. Ranbou's mouth was practically dropping in the dirt, eyes bugging out at the rider's identity, while Shitora seemed mildly insulted.
"What, you expected someone else?" she asked spitefully.
Adopting a rather smug look, Ranbou sauntered forward dripping with cocky contempt. "They teach you how to ride a bike at that hoity toity school?"
"Like hell," Shitora replied curtly. "More like I taught them. You know, since I'm the best god damned rider there ever was."
Kagome blinked, turning to Sango and meeting her eyes; had the girl really just said that? Could someone other than Inuyasha posisbly be so conceeded and narcissitic? Yet Sango didn't even seem surprised, but rather annoyed, by this argument. "Good God, there they go again."
The girls turned their attention back to the unfolding fight, which was progressing nicely. The two combatants were now mere inches apart, angry faces almost touching as they wrathfully stared down the other. "Sorry, Sukini, but I'm the hell on wheels around here." Staring the girl pointedly up and down, Ranbou adopted a rather wolfish grin and continued, "You ain't skinny anymore. Never thought you'd grow tits."
This comment stunned Kagome, whose mouth dropped in disgust at the cheap remark, though Shitora didn't even bat an eyelash. "Double D's, bitch, just like mama used to make. What, you think I'm hot now?"
Ranbou narrowed his eyes dangerously. "In your dreams," he growled, muscular arms tensing through his jacket.
"Naw, baby, only in yours," Shitora replied with a triumphant smirk, doing a few obscene pelvic thrusts to denote her sexual allusion.
By this time, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were having a difficult time standing; when had their baby sister become so derogatory? Sure, they'd taught her a few cuss words back in the day, but she'd never commented on sex or her breasts in public! What had those precious three years away done to her innocence? After tuning back into the conversation, Inuyasha suddenly wished he hadn't; the argument had taken a turn for the worst.
"...and you want me to believe you get chicks with that teeny tiny prick of yours? Don't make me laugh!" Shitora exclaimed crudely, laughing and slapping her knee at the suggestion.
Ranbou only cocked an eyebrow, asking smoothly, "Teeny tiny? Think about it much?"
This brought a stop to Shitora's laughing and she narrowed her eyes, poking Ranbou pointedly in the chest. "The day I think about your dick is the day I fucking die!"
Sesshomaru cleared his throat loudly and stepped between the two, staring vehemently down at his little sister before she could utter another vulgar word. Ranbou considered this a win, since he'd basically gotten in the last insult, and her smirked smugly, crossing her arms again in a show of victory. Shitora growled, baring her small fangs and preparing to charge when Sesshomaru addressed her.
"Are you home permanently?" he asked.
Tearing her attention away from Ranbou, Shitora replied, "According to dad, I finish high school here."
Sesshomaru nodded curtly, turning to the accumulated crowd officiously. He raised his arms to grab their attention, nodding once to himself as they quieted; though Sesshomaru was not everyone's leader, he was certainly the most respected. After gaining a perfect silence, Sesshomaru turned to Shitora and said, "It looks like you've returned to your position in the Fangs.'
Grinning recklessly, Shitora replied, "Well hell, course I have! I already broke into the warehouse to get my motorcycle out anyway!'
Inuyasha broke out laughing at the defeated look on Sesshomaru's face, but the Fang leader recovered quickly. "Then it's settled; you've regained your position in the Fang core."
There was a shout of jubilation from the crowd as more people worked their way forward to greet Shitora, smiling and reaching out their hands to shake. Ranbou had, by this time, melted back to stand beside his brother, who was watching the exchange contentedly. Kagome turned to Sango, asking, "She's in the core?"
"Yeah," Sango replied with a half smile, never removing her eyes from Shitora, who was greeting several old friends. "She's a great rider and a pretty amazing fighter too. Hell, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha raised her, whadya expect?"
Kagome nodded a little, observing Shitora for a moment. "She's really pretty," she finally said. When Sango snorted and burst out in a chuckle, Kagome furrowed her brow slightly. "What? Did I say something funny?"
"No," Sango replied, glancing over at Ranbou's digruntled face. "It just means things got a lot more interesting."
Yeah! Finally done! I've had a butt load of computer problems and lots of school work, but I haven't forgotten this story by any means. Special thanks to BlackRoseVampire 15 again for her help in suggesting "Bad Girl," by Usher, a personal favorite song of mine. I thought it fit Shitora perfectly. I hope the chapter wasn't too rushed, but it took me forever. Sorry it took so long again!
KOLU
"106 degrees and climbing," Miroku sighed, peering at the thermometer with weary eyes.
General murmurs of discontent followed this announcement and Ranbou threw down his grease rag, snarling viciously at the heat. "God damn it, how are we supposed to get anything done when we're livin' in a fuckin' boiler oven?!"
This only provoked a chuckle from Kouga, who replied, "Strip naked and deal with it."
"What do you say, my fair Sango? How does stripping naked sound?" Miroku asked with a lustful gaze, which directed itself pointedly at Sango's chest.
Sango, who'd been working along on a Reikon's Ford Escape, raised an unimpressed eyebrow and leaned back against the car's driver side, crossing her arms in an irritated gesture. "Not really my cup of tea." Miroku just grinned and reach down for the hem of his own shirt, ripping it off and twirling it comically around his head. "If you remove one more piece of clothing, I'll make sure you never have children. Ever," Sango said flatly.
At Sango's insinuation, Miroku's helicopter motion stopped abruptly and the shirt fell limply to his side. "You hurt me, Sango," Miroku said with a pathetically fake pout.
Yet Sango didn't respond, and only turned back to the car's hood, examining the spaghetti mess of parts inside. Over in Inuyasha's corner, he and Kagome were working on someone's disagreeable Jeep. The hanyou held out his hand, saying gruffly, "5mm wrench."
Kagome selected the said wrench from Inuyasha's tool box and smacked it down in his palm, glancing up at the ceiling and wiping her brow. Somehow, it seemed to get hotter every second inside the warehouse, despite the air circulating from outside. Kagome was perched on the Jeep's roll over bar, looking down on Inuyasha as he re-attached the dashboard with a set of newer screws.
"Is this what you guys do every day? Work on cars?" she asked curiously.
With a slight grunt, Inuyasha finished tightening the bolt and replied gruffly, "Yep. You gotta problem with that?"
The girl only shrugged. "No. I like it, I was just wondering. I always thought there was...more to a gang. You know?"
"What, you mean like cruising around picking up girls? And spray painting shit?" Inuyasha asked, trying to conceal a grin when she appeared surprised by his astute guess.
After a moment, Kagome replied dully, "Well, something like that."
The white haired boy laughed, reaching back to lift his hair off his neck. "You ain't alone. " His smile faded as he tried in vain to arrange his hair comfortably. After a moment, Kagome hopped down into the front seat next to Inuyasha, gathering his thick hair back in her hands. By use of a rubber band on her wrist, the girl managed to constrain the hair in a high ponytail, keeping it, for the most part, out of Inuyasha's way.
"Thanks," he murmured, turning away to hide his blush as he grabbed for another wrench.
"No problem," Kagome replied noncomitally, returning to her perch on the roll bar.
As she sat there, dressed in her sports bra and baggy jeans, Inuyasha couldn't help but find her oddly beautiful. Certainly, he'd thought Kikyo was great looking, but Kagome had a softer quality to her features. Hell, she was softer in mind, body and soul than Kikyo, yet there weren't many girls who weren't. Kikyo had been through some hard times in her life, harder than any 17 year old should ever have to endure, and she now paid the price with her bitterness.
"Inuyasha...?" Kagome asked tentatively, observing the boy as he remained frozen in the passenger's seat, wrench in hand.
Snapping out of his stupor, Inuyasha growled rather angrily, "What?!"
His response startled Kagome and she lowered her gaze slightly, muttering, "Nothing, sorry."
Inuyasha's gaze softened and he was about to say something when a screech interrupted the warehouse peace, followed by the mighty clap of palm on cheek. Everyone whipped around at the noise, shaking their heads as Miroku fell to the ground with the force of Sango's hit; would he never learn? Sango appeared absolutely livid, her pretty face red with indignation and fists clenched tightly at her sides.
"Damn pervert! Did you not hear me the first three thousand times I told you NOT TO TOUCH ME?!" She wailed.
Miroku sat up slightly, rubbing his sore cheek while responding lightly, "But my dear Sango, I am only human and the temptation is simply too great when I'm with you. Oh your beautiful body...."
Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say, for Sango let out an unearthly scream. All demons in the surrounding area clamped the hands furiously to their ears, gritting their teeth through the moment; what a voice that girl had! Finally, she broke her bellow just long enough to say, "Then maybe I just won't 'be with you' anymore, if you can't control yourself! Go dishonor someone else with your fucking hands!"
And with this, Sango turned on her heels and stormed angrily out of the warehouse, bound for god knows where. All was silent as Miroku digested Sango's words and the others exchanged frightened glances. Never before had Sango become so enraged over Miroku's perverted tendencies. Before, a good slap to the face and an angry word seemed to satisfy her, but...not this time. Even the way she'd phrased her accusation, by use of the word "dishonor," seemed sadly condemning. Sitting, stunned, on the ground, Miroku suddenly felt very small and pathetic, even worthless. Did he truly "dishonor" her with his touch? Was he that...repulsive?
A clawed hand appeared before his face, offering Miroku help to his feet, and he took it numbly, dusting himself off with mechanical arms. Inuyasha sighed a little, crossing his arms and observing his friend critically. "You knew she wouldn't take it forever, Roku," he said wisely.
"Yeah," came Miroku's low reply. "But I didn't think she'd get fed up so soon. I'm not ready yet."
By this time, most had returned to work, deciding to give the boy time to think, while Sesshomaru and Kouga joined their two friends to discuss the recent uproar. Kouga saddled up beside Inuyasha, observing Miroku with a confused glance. "Not ready? Fer what?"
Miroku grew slightly red in the face and looked away from his friends' questioning eyes, appearing as though he couldn't answer the question. Yet a ghost of a smile fleeted across Sesshomaru's face as he answered the wolf demon's question. "Not ready to take their relationship to the next level. He was safe on this superficial level, groping her and receiving a slap or two. But now...he knows he'll have to make his move. Isn't that right, Miroku?"
When the boy glanced up and met Sesshomaru's eyes ashamedly, looking for all the world like a lost puppy, Inuyasha let out a barking laugh. "Gods, Miroku, she's got you whipped."
Rolling his eyes slightly, Kouga slapped a hand over Inuyasha's mouth and said wryly, "Ignore him. Look, Roku, if there's one thing you gotta learn, it's this: women want the truth. They want something real, something constant. So you gotta tell Sango the truth, whatever that is. The way you feel about her, or whatever. Grabbin' her ass isn't gonna get you where you wanna go. I know I'd never lie to Ayame unless I thought she'd get killed over it. I bet Shomo doesn't lie to Rin without good reason either."
Sesshomaru nodded sagely, interjecting, "You can't lie to women without the perfect poker face. Women's intuition isn't just a wive's tale; they'll know just by looking in your eyes. Trust me. I decided to test the theory with Rin."
Snorting, Inuyasha replied, "You mean when you told her you liked her new convertible and she was all, 'Sesshomaru, don't lie to me.'"
Fixing his brother with a pointed glare, Sesshomaru replied stiffly, "Among other things."
Seeing an argument about to start, Kouga interrupted swiftly, reitterating, "But you gotta tell Sango how you feel. So you better go now."
Miroku looked from one friend to another and finally sighed, as though accepting the inevitable. "I guess you're right. I'll be back in 5."
Walking almost casually out of the warehouse, Miroku glanced up at the flawless blue sky, frowning slightly. If only he could be that flawless, especially with Sango, yet he knew perfection was not inside the realm of men. Instead, his life was a constant journey towards it. Perfection was unattainable, yet constantly hoped for...just like Sango. He spotted her quickly, sitting on the roof of her car with a look of indifference. The warm summer breeze blew her hair back in a gust and, in that moment, lips pouted and eyes half hooded, she was the most beautiful creature Miroku had ever seen. Before, he'd been adding in the Miss America Winner of 1998, but now Sango surpassed even her.
Gulping loudly, Miroku walked steadily towards the girl of his dreams, bent on apologizing without a slip up. His footsteps were loud on the gravel and Sango heard him before she saw him. Sighing, she glanced his direction and raised one slender eyebrow irritatedly. "You know, normally girls storm out of rooms hoping they won't be followed."
This only provoked a slight chuckle from Miroku. "Sango, with all due respect, I will always follow you if I think you're upset."
Sango said nothing to this, for she really didn't know what to say, and only observed him with a softer gaze. When she remained silent, Miroku put his hands in his pockets and shrugged his bare shoulders nervously. "I...came out to say I'm sorry for...dishonoring you. By groping you, I mean. I know it's wrong, but I do it..." for a minute, Sango didn't believe he would finish, but he soon picked back up. "I do it because...because I want to be closer to you. And I don't know another way to do it without telling you...something that might scare you away. About how I like you. About how I've always...liked you. As more than a friend. "
Blinking, Sango processed this confession slowly before realizing how much pride Miroku had sacrificed for this moment. Despite his calm nature, Miroku was still a Fang and, therefore, couldn't stand to lose. By admitting his feelings, he was almost losing the neverending battle between them, a skirmish of wit and illegitimate touching. So, as she was now the victor, what should Sango do? Technically, she could simply deny him and thusly end the battle. But something within her just couldn't do it. What would life be without Miroku, constantly at her side, making her feel better about herself despite his flaws? She wasn't perfect, so how could she judge him on something such as that? Really, there was only one thing to do.
"I forgive you Miroku," she said finally, tone somewhat uplifted and eyes shining. "It's hard to stay mad at you when you say shit like that."
Inside the warehouse, Kouga had paused in his work to observe the goings on outside. His face held an almost whimsical expression as he watched Miroku expressing his feelings, finally evoking a passive smile from Sango. It seemed as though everything was going to work out and, as long as his friends were happy, Kouga was too. A slender pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist and Kouga smiled slightly, taking in the beautiful scent of his girlfriend. Ayame perched her chin on his shoulder and sighed contentedly, pressing herself up against his back.
"I'm glad he apologized," she said quietly.
Kouga chuckled, which sent rumbling tremors throughout Ayame's body. "Yeah, me too. He always comes realy close and then covers it up with another perverted remark, you know? It was starting to piss me off."
"At least he wasn't manhandling your ass, too," Ayame pointed out, voice holding a note of humor.
Kouga rolled his eyes plantively. "Thank God for that."
Moments later, Miroku and Sango came waltzing back into the warehouse, talking and laughing like old friends, argument seemingly forgotten. Sesshomaru raised his gaze from his seat in the lounge area, looking less like a gang leader and more like a peaceful father. Being a dog demon, he had rather weak eyes and was often forced to wear reading glasses; in conjunction with the newspaper he held, Sesshomaru gave of a very sophisticated air. If he hadn't be shirtless, he might've passed for a businessman, yet Rin wouldn't have enjoyed that sight nearly as much.
"Miroku finally scored a point in that battle, I believe," he said dully, returning his eyes to the newspaper.
Rin, who was fanning herself with a small stack of old revenue records, replied breathlessly, "So now it's only three hundred to one."
"Yo, Shomo."
Turning to face the voice, Sesshomaru observed Ranbou as he reached down into the refrigerator and retrieved a cold beer. The wolf demon popped the top and downed almost half the bottle, licking his lips and returning his eyes to the Fang leader. "What are we gonna do about Naraku's shit at the race tonight?"
The question provoked a frown from Sesshomaru, who set down his recently forgotten paper and removed his glasses. "We'll do what we always do. Race to win."
As though this were an idiotic answer, Ranbou pressed, "But you know everyone's gonna wanna start shit over his little territory proposal. What'll we do about that, huh?"
Rin and Sesshomaru exchanged glances, as though wondering what the other thought, yet neither had a clue about the solution. What kind of trouble awaited them at the race that night? They couldn't very well forbid their friends from fighting the North, especially after this wicked proposal from Naraku. The other Northern gangs seemed slightly less inclined to grab for territory, but they all followed Naraku shamelessly, so his numbers would never be less than two hundred. Though there might've been a strategy in all of this, Rin and Sesshomaru couldn't seem to find it.
Finally, Sesshomaru replied quietly, "Whatever happens, happens. 'We' have absolutely no control over that."
Blinking slightly, Ranbou clutched his beer bottle tightly and looked away from his friend's piercing gaze. As much as the wolf hated to admit it, the Fang leader was right. For once, the gangs were helpless puppets attached to fate's strings. For once, they had no power. And this didn't bode well.
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"God damn South! Go play in someone else's streets!""Yeah? Shut up, motherfuckin' North scum, go suck someone's dick off or something!"
"You bitches suck off, we swallow whole!"
"No wonder you're such a fatass! You're all full o' cock!"
Sesshomaru massaged his temples wearily, sighing as this pointless banter continued between two gang members on either side of the street. This was just one example of the conversations going on that night, turning the normally heart lifting races into a sinful aired debauchery of gang life. Even the leaders weren't used to this kind of disgusting rivalry and they were tiring of it quickly; if only these races could just be over with.
Rin shook her head slowly, wind blowing across her face as the warm night breeze came rolling down the street. The streetlights caught the face of several angry gang members, all of them shaking their fists at their enemies. If the North and South were bad before, now the competition was even worse. Crossing her small arms over her barely clad chest, Rin adjusted her red bikini strap absentmindedly.
"This is getting ridiculous, Sesshomaru," she said.
Gazing out at his angry friends, all of whom were leaning over the fences into the street, screaming obscenities at the equally riled Northerners, Sesshomaru simply reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette."Well, baby, if you can find us an alternative, please let me know."
Rin snorted, leather clad hips switching moodily to the side. "Yeah, right. This is a full on war, Sessh. I'm almost freaked out about the noise we're making, though. Aren't we going to attract cops at this rate?"
Sesshomaru shrugged menially, cigarette smoke drifting lazily into the dark sky and casting strange shadows on his face. "They never caught us before."
"Still..." Rin trailed off blankly. She glanced nervously down the street, as though expecting a cop car to appear any moment. "Shouldn't we try to get this under control, even if it's only a little bit?"
Smoke curled out his mouth and nose as Sesshomaru replied easily, "We only have one race left, Rin, calm down. After this, I'll take you out to dinner."
At the sound of this suggestion, Rin couldn't help but smile peacefully. "Alright, I trust you."
These words set down a weight on Sesshomaru's shoulders, though he showed no evidence of this fact. Rin seemed to relax at the very sound of his confident assurance and he couldn't help but feel slightly unsettled. In an almost paranoid way, Rin had a very valid point. The gangs didn't normally make so much noise, but tonight they nearly casued a caucaphonus tornado of sounds. It wouldn't be unusual if someone nearby called the cops for, obviously, this night was getting slightly out of hand.
Kagome leaned over the fence slightly, ignoring the racous shouting of her friends as Inuyasha pulled up Sesshomaru's Saleen S7 up to the starting line. Stepping out of the car, he punched a single fist into the air, provoking screams of both praise and disapproval from the different sides. Kagome couldn't help but notice how handsome Inuyasha looked in his jeans and black wifebeater, accessorizing with his Fangs jacket as per usual. Since his Lamborghini Diablo wasn't anywhere near completion in the shop, Inuyasha was racing his brother's car to represent the Fangs. A loud roar was heard as another equally impressive car pulled up to the starting line. Akago stepped out of his vintage blue Ferrari, running a hand absently over the door top as he met eyes with Inuyasha.
The albino demon never removed his crimson gaze from Inuyasha as he said blankly, "See you at the finish line."
Inuyasha had fully prepared himself to say something nasty in return, but Akago's remark came out in a startlingly neutral way. The comment was hardly abbrasive of affrontive, not even rude, and Inuyasha barely knew how to respond. Finally, he narrowed his eyes and replied gruffly, "Yeah, the finish line."
After observing the interraction between the two racers, Kagome furrowed her brow and turned to Ranbou, who was smoking a cigarette to her right. "That was weird," she commented, shifting slightly in her red leather halter top, borrowed from Rin of course.
Ranbou shrugged, leaning more on the fence, which was now groaning beneath the strain of the many angry gang members. "Eh, Akago's never been as bad as Naraku of Ryuukoytsusei. He's leader cause he's smart, smart as hell." The wolf demon paused for a moment and then said, "You know, I always kinda thought he just sorta humored Naraku by following him or whatever. Kinda like he followed for a different reason. He doesn't seem like the kind that would need to lean on Naraku where his gang was concerned."
Following Ranbou's gaze to where Akago sat motionlessly in the front seat of his Ferrari, Kagome nodded a little. "I can kind of see what you mean just by looking at him. He seems...above all this."
Though many might've taken offense to Kagome's comment, which practically undermined the entirety of the gangs, Ranbou only smirked. "Yeah, I know."
Inuyasha focused his eyes on the finish line, which seemed ridiculously far away, and sat back against the driver's seat. If he didn't win this, it wouldn't be that big of a deal to anyone but him. Even with the competition that night, no one was focusing much on the races. Not but ten people could've named the racers or the outcomes, yet almost everyone could recall a nasty insult they'd paid their enemy. Yes, Inuyasha should've felt no pressure, but he was simply too proud. Even if no one noticed his loss, he would notice; besides all this, Akago was no push over behind the wheel. He was known to be the smartest racer in Tokyo, but Inuyasha wasn't afraid of him. He was simply afraid of losing period.
Kanna, who was showing off her ass...I mean assets...that night in a preciously tiny black mini skirt, sauntered out to stand between the two cars, fingering the race flag hungrily. She met eyes briefly with her brother Akago, who only nodded his head in acknowledgement, and she barely even flicked her gaze towards Inuyasha. The yelling never stopped as she brought the flag crashing down towards the pavement, but the sounds were soon drowned out by the squealing of tires.
Inuyasha gunned the Saleen and rocketed out in front, engine roaring lowly across the pavement. The car's power was incredible and the hanyou found himself thrown back against the seat as the throttle took control, sending both driver and car hurtling forwards along the track. Akago, more used to his vehicle, depressed the gas pedal only slightly at first, bringing it against the floor as the car responded to his touch. Combined with Inuyasha's more developed vehicle and Akago's superior handling, the two cars ran neck and neck out of the startling line.
Glancing over at the other rider, Inuyasha narrowed his eyes and set them firmly on the road ahead of him, glancing at the speedometer briefly; 143 and climbing. For a moment, both drivers were caught in a moment where the winner was uncertain, but Akago began making his move. Slowly but surely, the Shark leader took another stab at his gas pedal and brought the Ferrari a nose ahead of the Saleen.
Inuyasha felt a lurch in his stomach as Akago's car pulled in front of his and, suddenly, his shock of Taisho instinct took over. Glancing down at the stick shift, Inuyasha grabbed it and double clutched into fifth, closing his eyes momentarily as the engine gave a rumble. Without warning, the car propelled forward at an amazing speed, as though pushed by a giant, and pulled just barely ahead of Akago's car. At the finish line, the difference between the cars was barely even noticeable, yet the evidence was there: Inuyasha had won.
The two racers pulled their cars back to the starting line, where Sesshomaru was waiting with a satisfied smirk on his face. Those who'd stopped their shouting to congratulate the winner yelled encouragement as Inuyasha stepped proudly out of the Saleen, glancing at the crowd. His eyes locked on Kagome, who was grinning and clapping enthusiastically next to Ranbou. The corner of his mouth were just turning up in a smile when a piercing wail hit the air, undulating up and down at a foreboding pitch. All movement and sound stopped as the gangs whipped around to face the source of the commotion.
A black and white cop car turned the corner nearly a mile down the street, far away, yet so frighteningly close. Leaping into action, Sesshomaru shouted, "Cops! Go, go, go!"
There was a sudden flurry of action as everyone snapped back to life, screaming and sprinting for the nearest vehicle. Inuyasha managed to lean over and grab Kagome by the arm, shouting, "Get in!"
Kagome, who could've frozen dead on the spot, was able to throw herself into the passenger's seat, slamming the door as Inuyasha screamed for Sesshomaru. His brother, who was ushering all his gang members back to the cars with great urgency, heard his name and yelled, "Go on!" before continuing on in his work. Never before had Kagome seen such utter chaos, bodies flying this way and that, people splayed out on the ground as they found themselves trampled beneath the excitement. Though Kagome had almost been under the impression that the gangs feared nothing, she realized now that everyone feared the cops.
Rin was struggling against a steady flow of bodies, trying desperately to reach her boyfriend. "Sesshomaru!" she cried, throwing her hand forward.
Upon hearing his girlfriend scream his name, Sesshomaru looked quickly around and saw Miroku hurrying Sango to the car. Without another thought, Sesshomaru darted forward and grabbed Rin around the waist, practically picking her up and throwing her towards Miroku. "Take her!" he yelled, nodding in Miroku's direction.
Rin gasped. "Sesshomaru! No, come with us!"
"I can't!" came his reply as the sirens neared. "I have to get the others out, go on!"
Miroku grabbed Rin as she lurched forward, trying to hurry after the Fang leader, but the boy held fast."Rin, leave him, c'mon!" Even as Rin screamed, Miroku dragged her backwards and threw her inside the car, heart practically breaking as he recalled the desperation on the girl's face. She wanted so badly to stay with Sesshomaru, but she knew the duties of a gang leader. It was as though they could look but never quite touch each other. The distance between them was incredible in that moment.
Cars began zooming out of the area, motorcycles darting behind buildings and taking more secretive ways out. Ranbou slammed on his helmet and yelled out to Kouga, who was helping Sesshomaru guide people to open car seats. When his younger brother turned to meet his gaze, Ranbou yelled, "Help me distract 'em!"
The youngest Ookami nodded curtly and sprinted towards his own motorcycle, which was parked on the opposing street side. He too donned his helmet and, revving the engine, the brothers went out to meet the ever growing entourage of cop cars. At first, there had only been one; now there were nearly ten, all of them speeding down the road towards the dispersing gang members.
Kouga sped out in front of the approaching cop cars, popping a wheelie and threatening to ride straight towards them. The front line of Crown Victorias came to an abrupt halt and prepared to take a byline around the boy, yet Ranbou blocked them off. Glad that his motorcycle was working, for once, Ranbou gunned the throttle and took a straight diagonal path off to Kouga's left, blocking off the other cop cars. Soon, cops were parking their vehicles and climbing out, guns at the ready as they prepared to do battle with the street gangs, the ever present thorn in the police department's side.
Sesshomaru had just ushered one of the last lone gang members to a car when he heard the frightening screech of tires. Seemingly out of no where, another group of cop cars came down the other side of the street, heading straight for the Fang leader. In that moment, Sesshomaru knew true fear as he almost faced what could've been a six month jail sentence and his breath escaped in a woosh. Rin's face ran fleetingly through his mind and he felt a desperate cold at the thought of never holding her again. Before he could get himself together, more cop cars had joined the melee and he was backed up against a nearby brick wall, cars blocking his exit from every direction.
The policemen were just getting ready to shine their lights on Sesshomaru, unpocketing their guns from the holsters, when another more ominous roar sounded throughout the street. A loud and wild yell tore through the night as a crimson red motorcycle rocketed through the center of the chaos, handeled by a rogue rider with a feminine body. The mysterious rider took a sharp corner on their back wheel, whirling to face the brunt of the cop force, and revved the engine bravely; they were going to charge.
Kouga paused momentarily, noticing how the cops' attention shifted quickly to the crimson motorcycle, and nodded to his brother, who was watching with rapt attention.
Kouga yelled, "Meet me at our home away from home!" code for the warehouse.
It was then that Ranbou noticed Sesshomaru running silently and swiftly towards Kouga's motorcycle, preparing to hop on and hurry away. With the police's attention focused on the renegade rider, the Fang leader had an easy time slipping away. After hopping on the back of Kouga's motorcycle, Sesshomaru dared one last look at the mysterious red rider, whose entire head, hair and all, was hidden beneath the confines of a helmet. Who were they and why was their riding so familiar? Furthermore, why was that motorcycle so familiar? Before any of these questions could be answered, Kouga brought the engine to life and sped away from the scene, turning several corners to make a complicated shape back to headquarters.
After seeing the two leave, Ranbou pulled his motorcycle over to the curb behind the police force, keeping his eyes trained on the rider. They were so familiar he could almost taste them on his tongue. He could smell nothing of their scent but perfume, a rather strong and vile on at that, so he couldn't rely on this sense alone. No, it was in their mannerisms, their movement. Who in the hells was this?
The police were closing in around the red motorcycle, some in their cars and others on foot. A rather commanding officer hefted a megaphone, saying, "Turn off your engine and step away from the motorcycle. I repeat, turn off your engine and step away from the motorcycle."
The rider seemed to consider their surroundings for a moment before startling everyone and revving their engine. The police exchanged glances, having expected this obviously outnumbered and surrounded rider to give in. Contrary to the policemen's request, the rider actually picked up their feet and shot forward, gunning the throttle with every single foot of distance. The police in the front prepared to open fire when the rider was almost on top of the foremost police car's nose, yet they never got the chance. Jerking upwards, the rider landed their front wheel on the car's hood and revved the engine again, bringing the entire motorcycle on top of the car and up to the roof.
The stunned police leader finally composed himself and yelled, "Open fire!"
Ranbou winced as shots rang out, catching the motorcycle's detailing but narrowly missing the rider and the wheels. The rider took a daring jump of the police car's back end, sailing over several heads before landing neatly on the pavement, riding away at the speed of light. The police tried to land a few more shots, but failed as the rider weaved unpredictably back and forth. Before they could capture the renegade motorcyclist, they were long gone around too many corners to count. Ranbou shook his head in amazement, rolling his motorcycle down the alleyway silently before starting it up on the other street. Had he got a story to tell!
*!*!*!*
As Kouga and Sesshomaru pulled up to the warehouse, they became aware of a large crowd milling about outside, talking feverishly amongst themselves. Some seemed excited while others seemed horrified, but overall the crowd was excited and charged. Foremost were Inuyasha and Miroku, trying desperately to console the Wildcats. Kagome was asking question after question about the orchestrated police raid while Sango tried to answer them all. Ayame and Rin were in tears, thinking their boyfriends had been taken to jail or possibly killed. The possibilities, though none of them good, were endless.Kouga parked the motorcycle quickly, giving Sesshomaru a brotherly punch to the shoulder before throwing off his helmet, jogging towards his friends. Ayame glanced up at running foot steps, joy soaring through her heart in conjunction with relief. She hurried forwards into Kouga's waiting arms, crying into his chest as he held her soothingly. He muttered words of comfort into her hair, kissing the top of her head as she mumbled incoherently; she was just glad he was alive.
Hot on Ayame's heels, Rin ran forward and practically launched herself at Sesshomaru, who caught her deftly, hugging her closely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her head in his shoulder as he chuckled and said, "I'm alright, baby."
"S-stupid," she hiccuped, practically worried beyond consolation. "You m-made me l-leave you, why?!'
Sesshomaru sighed, tightening his hold around Rin's tiny frame. She seemed so small, so helpless, which was exactly why he couldn't keep her with him. He had to protect her, even at the cost of his own life, and he wasn't about to risk her safety for pride. His safety, perhaps, but not hers. She meant far too much to him.
Kouga was still holding Ayame contentedly as she calmed down, smiling slightly at the worry she paid him. Though he hated to make her cry, it was nice to know that someone cared. He glanced around the crowd, furrowing his brow as he noticed a missing face. "Where's Ranbou?"
Glancing up, eyes red from stressful crying, Ayame asked blearily, "What?"
"Ranbou," Kouga reitterated urgently, "Hasn't he come back yet?"
The girl just shook her head, eyes confused. "No, I thought he was with you."
A desperate fear gripped Kouga's heart and he broke away from Ayame, jogging towards Sesshomaru. "Sesh, Ranbou's not back yet.'
Sesshomaru seemed to freeze, glancing around at the crowd over Rin's head. When he didn't see his friend's face, the boy readjusted his hold on Rin and addressed Kouga once more. "I thought he followed you out."
Kouga shook his head briefly, turning and calling to the crowd, "Hey, anyone seen Ranbou?"
Everyone exchanged glances, shaking their heads and puzzling over the boy's absence. Before the crowd could continue unwraveling Ranbou's mysterious disappearance, a familiar engine roared around the corner, bringing with it an excited looking Ranbou. The boy barely even brought his motorcycle to a stop before killing the engine and throwing off his helmet, running towards his friends. While they all ran forward, gathering in a relieved huddle around him, Ranbou seemed about ready to burst with confusion, elation and delight.
"Fuck, you guys missed it!" he shouted.
There were several calls of, "Missed what?" and the wolf grinned roguishly, crossing his strong arms across his chest. "Only the greatest example of motorcycling in South gang history."
He went on to tell the crowd about the mysterious rider in red, taunting the police and running up on their car, jumping away with gunfire at their back. He told of how the rider never removed their helmet and succeeded in luring the attention away from Sesshomaru and Kouga. The two boys flushed quietly, thinking shamefully of how they'd forgotten their savior in mere moments. They were more worried about getting out of the streets alive, though they wished they could've seen this feat. It sounded like quite a spectacle.
The crowd was still gushing over the mysterious rider when a roar sounded through the night, followed by a sleek red blur. The streetlights lining the warehouse roads picked up a motorcyclist, leaning over their handlebars as they turned the corner onto the Fang warehouse street, crimson cycle stark against the night. All fell silent as the crowd observed this sight, though Kouga came back to life first.
"That's them! That's the rider!"
The rider in question pulled slowly onto the gravel front lawn, riding a ways towards the group before slowing and killing their engine. The crowd's breath caught as they rider began to remove their helmet, pulling it off in a nearly slow motion frame. Some blinked while others gasped, taking in the sight of the rider unveiled. Many in the crowd knew this rider very well and, contrary to everyone's first thought, the rider wasn't male at all.
What y'all know about a supermodelFresh outta Elle magazineBuy her own bottlesLook pimp juice, I need me oneBad than a muthaI hear you sayin'I need a bad girlIf you're a bad girl
Shaking her brilliant silver hair free of the helmet's constraints, Shitora Taisho observed the gape mouthed crowd through a pair of wicked amber eyes. The two white ears atop her head perked up, twitching and relishing in the cool night air. The girl's crimson red lips curled into a devious smile as she lifted her nose in a confident gesture. Discarding her helmet easily, the girl began sauntering forward highheeled boots clicking on the gravel and swinging her hips from side to side. Like Rin, the girl seemed to have no reservations about dressing provocatively and wore a second skin pair of black leather pants, which clung deliciously to her perfect thighs. Unzipping her jacket as she went, Shitora revealed the black bikini top she wore beneath her black riding jacket, chuckling quietly as several males let out cat calls. Yes, over the years she'd developed a pair of rather perfect breasts, if she did say so herself.
Playas when you see meAct like you know meI keep a dollar worth of dimesYou know pimpin' ain't easyFor all my chicks in the clubWho knows how to cut a rugIf you're a bad girlGet at me bad girl
Inuyasha's heart stopped in surprise as he watched his once innocent baby sistering sauntering towards him, all grown up and a full on vixen. He was motionless for a moment, stunned into nothingness, until someone in the crowd gave a crude whistle. Immedeately, he snapped back to life and hurried forward, intercepting his baby sister before she could finish her cat walk to the crowd. The girl gave a squeal of half protest and half delight, returning Inuyasha's hug happily and giggling as he swung her around. Had this been an anime, the others might've sweat dropped; surely, this leather clad goddess wasn't a giggy school girl?
The brother and sister were reuinted momentarily until Sesshomaru stepped gracefully forward, grabbing his sister away from Inuyasha's grasp. Shitora let out another joyful scream, clinging to Sesshomaru and planting kisses all over his face. The Fang leader chuckled, setting his sister down to get a better look at her. At first, he'd barely been able to believe this young lady, nay, woman, was his little sister. As she stood before him, wide grin on her face, he was never more sure of another person's identity; that was definitely Shitora Taisho's smile.
"Miss me?" Shitora asked cheekily, switching her hips tauntingly to the side.
"What are you...I mean I thought dad...wait...how are you...Tora?" Inuyasha stuttered out, still not quite adjusted to his sister's presence.
Shitora just laughed heartily, a loud and racous sound which brought smiles to several faces. Finally she replied saucily, "I mean, c'mon Yash, after the way you two shamed dad the other day? He had to bring me back! I'm all done with school anyway, so why keep me there? I'm a lady, right?" Here, the girl twirled in a circle, displaying herself to her brothers and the crowd.
Ooh work me babyShakin' it the way I likeI'm ready to be badI need a bad girl (say yeah)Get at me bad girlWhat sexy lady's comin' home with me tonight?I'm ready to be badI need a bad girl (super bad baby)Get at me bad girl
Sesshomaru rolled his eyes at the girl's antics, crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow. "Shamed him? We didn't shame him, we just set him straight."
"Whatever, Sesh," Shitora replied with a terse grin, winking broadly and letting loose another gut splitting laugh.
"Sango, who is that?" Kagome asked confusedly, wondering how everyone seemed to know her previously.
Sango grinned, rolling her eyes and replying, "That's trouble. Shitora Taisho, Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's little sister. Her dad sent her up to some kinda boarding school, but it looks like she's back. She's a Fang member from way back when, knows almost everyone here."
Upon hearing this, Kagome furrowed her brow and asked, "Fang member? But I thought the Fangs were all boys..."
Miroku, who had been listening in on the conversation, entered in, "Well, technically we are. But Shitora...she was one of the guys anyway, besides she cusses and spits and smokes and is...basically...a man..." he finished almost confusedly, as though wondering if he could say this about a woman and not be hurt for it.
The three were about to go over to Shitora when a stunned voice broke the air. "Sukini?!"
Upon hearing this name, the word for "skinny," Shitora whipped around with a murderous expresison on her face. She met eyes fearlessly with her most hated enemy, Ranbou Ookami, crossing her arms moodily and slipping into a fast funk. Ranbou's mouth was practically dropping in the dirt, eyes bugging out at the rider's identity, while Shitora seemed mildly insulted.
"What, you expected someone else?" she asked spitefully.
Adopting a rather smug look, Ranbou sauntered forward dripping with cocky contempt. "They teach you how to ride a bike at that hoity toity school?"
"Like hell," Shitora replied curtly. "More like I taught them. You know, since I'm the best god damned rider there ever was."
Kagome blinked, turning to Sango and meeting her eyes; had the girl really just said that? Could someone other than Inuyasha posisbly be so conceeded and narcissitic? Yet Sango didn't even seem surprised, but rather annoyed, by this argument. "Good God, there they go again."
The girls turned their attention back to the unfolding fight, which was progressing nicely. The two combatants were now mere inches apart, angry faces almost touching as they wrathfully stared down the other. "Sorry, Sukini, but I'm the hell on wheels around here." Staring the girl pointedly up and down, Ranbou adopted a rather wolfish grin and continued, "You ain't skinny anymore. Never thought you'd grow tits."
This comment stunned Kagome, whose mouth dropped in disgust at the cheap remark, though Shitora didn't even bat an eyelash. "Double D's, bitch, just like mama used to make. What, you think I'm hot now?"
Ranbou narrowed his eyes dangerously. "In your dreams," he growled, muscular arms tensing through his jacket.
"Naw, baby, only in yours," Shitora replied with a triumphant smirk, doing a few obscene pelvic thrusts to denote her sexual allusion.
By this time, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were having a difficult time standing; when had their baby sister become so derogatory? Sure, they'd taught her a few cuss words back in the day, but she'd never commented on sex or her breasts in public! What had those precious three years away done to her innocence? After tuning back into the conversation, Inuyasha suddenly wished he hadn't; the argument had taken a turn for the worst.
"...and you want me to believe you get chicks with that teeny tiny prick of yours? Don't make me laugh!" Shitora exclaimed crudely, laughing and slapping her knee at the suggestion.
Ranbou only cocked an eyebrow, asking smoothly, "Teeny tiny? Think about it much?"
This brought a stop to Shitora's laughing and she narrowed her eyes, poking Ranbou pointedly in the chest. "The day I think about your dick is the day I fucking die!"
Sesshomaru cleared his throat loudly and stepped between the two, staring vehemently down at his little sister before she could utter another vulgar word. Ranbou considered this a win, since he'd basically gotten in the last insult, and her smirked smugly, crossing her arms again in a show of victory. Shitora growled, baring her small fangs and preparing to charge when Sesshomaru addressed her.
"Are you home permanently?" he asked.
Tearing her attention away from Ranbou, Shitora replied, "According to dad, I finish high school here."
Sesshomaru nodded curtly, turning to the accumulated crowd officiously. He raised his arms to grab their attention, nodding once to himself as they quieted; though Sesshomaru was not everyone's leader, he was certainly the most respected. After gaining a perfect silence, Sesshomaru turned to Shitora and said, "It looks like you've returned to your position in the Fangs.'
Grinning recklessly, Shitora replied, "Well hell, course I have! I already broke into the warehouse to get my motorcycle out anyway!'
Inuyasha broke out laughing at the defeated look on Sesshomaru's face, but the Fang leader recovered quickly. "Then it's settled; you've regained your position in the Fang core."
There was a shout of jubilation from the crowd as more people worked their way forward to greet Shitora, smiling and reaching out their hands to shake. Ranbou had, by this time, melted back to stand beside his brother, who was watching the exchange contentedly. Kagome turned to Sango, asking, "She's in the core?"
"Yeah," Sango replied with a half smile, never removing her eyes from Shitora, who was greeting several old friends. "She's a great rider and a pretty amazing fighter too. Hell, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha raised her, whadya expect?"
Kagome nodded a little, observing Shitora for a moment. "She's really pretty," she finally said. When Sango snorted and burst out in a chuckle, Kagome furrowed her brow slightly. "What? Did I say something funny?"
"No," Sango replied, glancing over at Ranbou's digruntled face. "It just means things got a lot more interesting."
Yeah! Finally done! I've had a butt load of computer problems and lots of school work, but I haven't forgotten this story by any means. Special thanks to BlackRoseVampire 15 again for her help in suggesting "Bad Girl," by Usher, a personal favorite song of mine. I thought it fit Shitora perfectly. I hope the chapter wasn't too rushed, but it took me forever. Sorry it took so long again!
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