InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Madman ❯ Chapter 3 – The Chase Is On ( Chapter 3 )

Madman

By Rinseternalsoul

**Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, and I make no profit from writing fanfiction..

Summary: Continuation. In modern day Japan a new enemy seeks to take over the world. For the madman to accomplish his goal he requires a real-life youkai of power. Sesshomaru will be cloned for the purpose of a great youkai army, and to control a youkai army, they will need the power of a miko with impressive strength. A miko like Higurashi Kagome. Two enemies from the past are thrown together when death is snapping at their heels. Sess/Kag *Lemon Warnings*

A/N: Well, here it is. My new big fic. Hope you all enjoy it!

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Chapter 3 – The Chase Is On

Shuusaku groaned despite his best efforts to contain it. His body felt like a semi-truck had flattened him. He moved his head, very slowly, testing the flexibility of his neck muscles. They were stiff and burning. He worked his fingers, then his hands. He tested his toes and feet, before pulling one leg up to bend at the knee. Every muscle in his body seemed to be on fire, but at least he was finally able to move.

‘How long have I been out?’ he wondered. He opened his eyes, blinking against the stinging pain. He brought his clawed hand up to swipe at the fluids running, and then rubbed them. A few more blinks and the pain began to ease somewhat. He looked around, seeing nothing but white. He sat up; grimacing at the fire that ran up his back and abdomen. Leaning on one elbow he looked around. He was in a small room devoid of anything except a metal toilet and the bed that he was on. There was a door, which was probably securely locked with a tiny window.

How absurd.

They thought to contain him here? He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the fuzzy haze, and was glad that it seemed to be dissipating quickly. Slowly he pushed himself to a sitting position, leaning over with his hands clamped down on his thighs. By the Gods, what was that insidious poison that they used on him? He hurt in every cell of his body. He did not even feel this terrible after getting struck down by the Wind Scar centuries ago.

What in the seven layers of Hell was going on? What was the purpose behind his capture? Flashes of a laboratory burst into his mind and he began to remember some of the time he spent there. He remembered blood being drawn... and other fluids. He was called by a number.... why? Who were these insolent humans?

No matter. As soon as he could stand, and stay that way, he planned to vacate the premises. Hopefully he could avoid being seen using his youkai abilities. It would not do for the world to know of his existence, but he also had no intentions of letting that fact keep him locked in this place.

He thought back over everything that happened before this moment. His driver, Kenta was shot, and was probably dead. No doubt, his own disappearance was well known by now. There would be a search involving the media no doubt. That brought him to another thought. Eri was killed. Her replacement was his kidnapper. It was entirely possible that Eri’s death was related to this whole thing. Damn these fools. He would take his revenge.

Yes, vengeance would be his, as soon as his body was back to full strength. For now though, he had to get out of here. Shuusaku stood, using the wall for support. Once on his feet he tested his legs. It seemed like he was gaining strength each and every moment that passed.

Soon he was feeling much more mobile. He flicked his fingers and smirked when they took on a green glow. He may not be able to level this place at the moment, but that could be taken care of at a later time. For now, retreat and regroup. He walked up to the wall and pulled his fist back for a powerful punch. His fist contacted hard with the wall, but his eyes flew wide when the wall stood strong. A spark and sizzle in the area of contact proved that the walls here were protected by some sort of strengthening barrier. Shuusaku grinned, pulled his hand up, and sent a spray of acidic poison from his Dakkasou straight at the wall. ‘Let us see if they were prepared for that.’

With a satisfying sizzle he watched as his poison ate through the concrete, opening a large hole in the wall. ‘I suppose they were not.’

He stepped through and peered around. Immediately he spotted dozens of guards racing toward him with growling dogs leading the way. The guards were dressed as soldiers and carried automatic weapons on their person. He scowled at the sight and shielded his sensitive eyes from the blinding floodlights pointed in his direction. With a snarl he realized that this was a heavily armed camp, and he could waste no time here. He stepped through, and formed a cloud. As soon as his feet began to lift from the ground he heard one human shout "Fire! Take it down!"

He gasped when a bullet struck his side, and just as soon, another hit his left arm. Damn, he was always getting injured in his left arm! On the bright side, he still had it, considering it took him three centuries to grow it back. He released a stronger wave of jyaki and sped his departure, feeling a bit more relieved when out of range of their weapons.

They would follow. He had no doubts that these people would come after him with everything they had. He knew their dirty secret, and they would seek to crush him for it. That is exactly what he would do in their situation. He would not be able to return to his home. They would certainly be watching every place that he was known to frequent, including his office building.

First things first, he needed to seek a place to rejuvenate his strength, gather a change of clothing, considering all that they left him wearing was a pair of flimsy hospital type pants. His cell-phone was missing as well as his wallet, money and briefcase. It was a little disheartening to say the least.

When he heard a roaring sound in the distance, he knew that he was being followed by air power. Whoever these enemies are, they have access to helicopters. Several, by the sounds of it. It was time to take to the ground. He came down and landed lightly on an empty stretch of sidewalk, quickly falling into a run. With youkai speed he tore through the streets away from the search party. As he ran he thought of allies that he could call upon. It would have to be someone that he had not seen for several decades, just to be safe.

The only one he could think of was Totosai, and that thought ruffled his fur. He could barely stand the old geezer five centuries prior, and the last time he saw Totosai it took all of his patience not to put the archaic demon out of his misery. Fine. Totosai would be a last resort. Shuusaku took a ninety-degree turn with ease and continued on his sprint through the city. He easily leapt over a bus blocking his path and cleared a van on the other side. Never breaking his stride he touched down and continued on his way.

He knew where he would go. It would pain him to do so, but she was the only one that he knew he could trust. The only one he had not spoken to in over two decades. Admittedly he abhorred her presence. She was an oddity, and gave him a feeling of absolute darkness, but she was indebted to him and now was the time to collect.

After spotting a familiar landmark he became aware of where he was. With another ninety-degree turn he headed for Sagacho.

He made sure that he was not being followed. It was not as easy as it once was, with all of the noise and pollution, but as far as he could tell his enemy had been left behind. In twenty more minutes he arrived at his destination. The long run in his weakened condition left him panting lightly and that annoyed him greatly. He stilled himself and took a straight and regal pose just before the door of the condominium apartment opened cautiously.

"You have need of me."

It was a statement, not a question, and he simply nodded curtly. She stepped back and opened the door for him to enter. He then turned and said, "Greetings. It has been some time, has it not, Kanna."

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Kagome adjusted her dark sunglasses and stepped from the car. Her mother, brother and grandfather climbed out as well. Gramps groaned, complaining of his failing back, and Souta promptly grabbed his arm to assist him. Kagome pulled her handkerchief from her black purse and wiped at her blurring eyes. They all joined in the crowd exiting their cars and heading toward the gravesite where Eri would be laid to rest. Her father wearing a somber face assisted her grief stricken mother from the car. This was going to be so hard for them. They were a close family. Kagome wiped again at the hot flowing tears.

They took their places, with the family seated in the front. Kagome and her family stood just behind them to the right. The service began and Kagome drifted off into thoughts of Eri and their long years of friendship. It was going to be so strange living without her. No more shopping trips together. No more lunches and no more double dates. She was really going to miss her.

Kagome’s heart suddenly began to race, and her body went tense. Her mom noticed her distress and leaned in to ask if she were okay. Kagome couldn’t find her voice, but nodded. Once her mom turned back to the proceedings, Kagome turned just a little, trying to take a look around. It was a youkai that was nearby. She had never felt this strong of a youkai aura since traveling the feudal era with her friends. The sensation was not missed too greatly, for never had she encountered a powerful youkai that didn’t bring trouble with them.

Discretely she scoured the surroundings, looking for anyone who could be suspect and soon spotted a man leaning casually against a tree a short distance away. He was wearing a long brown leather duster, and dark shades over his eyes. He had on a brown fedora hat as well, and Kagome couldn’t tell much else than that. She leaned over to her mom and whispered, "Something strange is going on. I’m going to go check it out." Her mom, ever trusting of her miko daughter, replied, "Just be careful dear." Kagome then eased back out of the crowd, trying to remain calm. She was pretty sure that the youkai and the man were one in the same, and strangely enough... his aura felt... slightly familiar.

She headed away from the crowd and back toward her car. On the way she glanced several times to the stranger, and each time found him staring at her. Finally she decided to walk over. What the heck, right? He surely wouldn’t kill her right here in front of everyone. When he noticed her path veering back toward him, she could see him visibly tense. Kagome narrowed her eyes behind her glasses trying to figure out if she had met him before.

The closer she came, the more she was aware of his impressive height. He stood at least a head and a half taller than herself. She stopped just out of arms length and waited for him to speak, but when he did she never really expected to recognize the voice.

"Miko."

Her breath left her in a gust and her blood ran cold. She slipped her hands behind her so that he could not see them shaking. "S... Sesshomaru."

"It Shuusaku Taisho now, at least for public purposes," he replied.

The knowledge crashed into her brain like a hammer. Shuusaku Taisho was Eri’s boss. "Y... you were her boss..."

"Hai. It is unfortunate that she was killed. I am here to pay respects, and be on my way." He watched the stunned face of the miko. It was almost staggering to think that she still lived. He had been so sure that she was a mere mortal, but no mortal could survive the centuries without aging but a little. He took a moment to look over her, following her neatly pinned hair to her slender throat and down to the swell of her breasts and flat stomach. Her hips flared nicely beneath the fitted black skirt. Her body had matured, and he found her even more appealing than the last time they met on the battlefield.

He remembered the time well. She followed his baka half brother like a lovesick pup. At first he found it disgraceful that his brother would choose to associate with a human wench, but as time went on he found that she was more than he first realized. She was strong, and unusually brave in the face of an enemy. Even himself. The finale battle against Naraku put her facing off against the monster, while he and Inuyasha sliced away at innumerable tentacles striking out at them all.

The miko stepped up with her flaming hamaya. When she released it, he was sure that she put every ounce of her purity into it. The blaze was tremendous and struck Naraku square in the center of his back where the spider scar lay. At the center of that scar lay his true heart, and that is what destroyed Naraku.

He then stood by and watched as she and the undead priestess clasped the various Shikon shards between them. A brilliant pink light blinded them all, fusing the jewel together, and when they stood the jewel was gone. He knew, however, that it was not truly gone. It was simply returned to where it belonged. Within the body of its protector. Perhaps the jewel was the reason for her extended life? At any rate, the strangest thing happened then. A powerful magic swept into the battle field and surrounded the girl. She cried out, reaching for Inuyasha, but in the blink of an eye she was gone. He never knew what had happened to her after that, and really did not care.

Kagome could hardly believe her eyes... or her senses. Inuyasha’s full brother, Lord Sesshomaru, was standing in front of her. Here, in her world, in her time. Gone was his extremely long hair, and facial markings. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses, and she wondered if they were still as cold as they used to be. Beautiful golden eyes, but so very cold. It sent a chill up her spine.

Sesshomaru watched her reaction to his presence. He could tell that she was shaken, and he would have expected no differently, since he did try to kill her once or twice. Kagome looked up at him, opening her mouth to speak, but suddenly she stilled and looked around with jerky frantic motions. He too sensed it. Danger. Someone or something was stalking them.

Juria could hardly believe her eyes. She had followed the suspected miko to a funeral where she hoped to be able to get close enough to assess her aura. Her excitement was at a peak when the suspect walked away from the crowd and her detector reached over and patted her arm repeatedly. The Spook, or lesser youkai, in the service of Matsuno-sama were incapable of speech, but was able to read the aura of a miko enough to indicate a likely candidate for the project. He kept three such creatures in his employ, offering security and housing in exchange for their cooperation. Of course, they really had no choice in the matter, because their pathetic lives would be forfeit if they refused to assist in the search.

Matsuno-sama was a high ranking general in the Japanese military, and there he gained access to top secret files about creatures known as youkai. He discovered that youkai were not mere myth and legend, but actually existed. Their numbers were almost obsolete today, but a plan was born that day, and Matsuno Hotaka dedicated his life to tracking down any living youkai. It was not an easy task to uncover the mystical creatures, and more often than not, they were of very low intellect and abilities.

It only took finding one who could actually speak, to get leads to others who could speak. One find after another, the strengths grew little by little, but until her capture of Shuusaku Taisho, none were strong enough for their purposes. Thinking of Taisho made her frown bitterly. They had deeply underestimated the strength of that youkai. No one expected him to have the ability to melt a concrete wall. That mistake cost them the specimen. Fortunately the good doctor had already taken the many samples needed to fulfill their needs, but it would have been prudent to keep him in captivity for further research.

Now they would likely be forced to kill the youkai. His escape put their plans for a better future on the line. He knew of their whereabouts and somewhat of their activities. He would have to be disposed of.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the miko veered away from the car toward a lone man standing beneath a tree. Her eyes narrowed when she focused on him, and the Spook chose that moment to grow anxious and frantic. It pointed toward the man and made a few grunting sounds.

As luck would have it, following the miko had led them to their missing youkai.

Very interesting. Juria considered it a sign. That miko had to be someone important for that youkai to know her and her to know him. She made a motion to the soldiers in the back of the van. Four men waited instruction. "Corporal, no harm is to come to the miko. We need her alive. Kill the youkai!"

Those orders were heard by Sesshomaru. The same wench that captured him! Her voice carried over the cemetery right into his youkai ears. He wasted no time.

Kagome squealed when she was jerked up roughly. Before she could protest she was a mile away from the cemetery. Sesshomaru had just kidnapped her in broad daylight! When he stopped in a deserted ally he released her, and she turned on him angrily. "Listen here you jerk, I don’t care who you are, you can’t just..."

He cut her off with a growl. "Miko, you know nothing. There are things at work here that you are, as of yet, unaware."

Kagome tried to calm her temper, and said, "Well why don’t you fill me in, because I’ve had a really rough week and I am not in the mood for your brand of fun!"

Sesshomaru fought the urge to clamp his hand around her slender fragile throat. Nothing had changed much with this miko since their last meeting five hundred years ago. She was as insolent as ever. He narrowed his eyes on her, watching as she snatched her shades from her face, revealing her angry flashing blue eyes. They were a bit swollen and red from shedding tears for Eri, but they were still as stunning as the day he first laid eyes on them.

He drew in a deep breath and exhaled slow and calming before saying, "Not here. We will speak someplace less... grotesque."

Kagome looked around at the garbage-laden alley full of smelly things and flying insects. "Agreed," she quipped. He then pulled her against him and leapt to the roof of the building.

She felt her stomach drop when they left the ground. She had forgotten what it felt like to leap through the air effortlessly, although she had to admit that it was a lot different with Sesshomaru than with Inuyasha. She could not help feeling afraid. She was putting her trust in someone who tried to kill her several years ago. Soon they landed in a deserted area of a nearby park.

Sesshomaru wasted no time in speaking. "There is a plot unfolding around us, miko. One that involves me, and obviously, one that involves you."

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the first three chapters of ‘Madman’. There are plenty more to come. I know that I promised a sequel to ‘The Unknown Warrior’ and I am working on it, but this story just shoved its way out and forced my attention. Let me know what you think by rating and reviewing. And no, I have not forgotten about ‘As Death Gives Life’. Expect the last chapter really soon! Thanks~

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