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Awaken to Confusion
Chapter 6
"So Jaken, think you can help us out?" Hojo said into the phone. It was almost 8. He was tired, though he had slept relatively well and the day was uneventful. The girl had been staying with them for the past three days, and had adjusted surprisingly well. Once she had figured out that Souta and Hojo were not going to hurt her, she calmed down somewhat and became much more cooperative. However, the unique situation called for unique measures, so she was now locked in the spare bedroom to prevent escape.
"Oh, um… well, Hojo, we are extremely busy down here with preparations for Cebolla. Our contact is running us into the ground to get the next stage of the plan into action. To be honest no one here has a lot of time, especially not Master Taisho." Jaken's voice was tired from dealing with the cranky pair of Kagura and Sesshomaru ever since the virus Cebolla had been obtained from the research lab at the hospital.
Hojo frowned and began to unconsciously peel the orange that he had been juggling while trying to get through to Jaken. "Come on buddy. Surely Taisho has room in his schedule for the two guys who got him Cebolla in the first place."
These two were always a troublesome pair, always demanded more pay then they were worth. "This better not be about pay for that job, because we already paid you! Don't you even think of bringing up money with me! You and your partner already cost way more than you're worth!"
"Calm down Jaken. It's not about money. Souta and I have more than enough thanks to your noble company." He coughed a bit on that last part. Sesshomaru's part of his fathers company, a loosely used term, was anything but noble. "Come on. It's a real emergency and we need Taisho's help!"
He heard Jaken sigh on the other end. Inwardly he smiled to himself. Jaken was never really one to stand up for himself. Talk enough to him and eventually he would get tired of you and give in.
"I hope you understand the position you put me in. I'm going to get in trouble for this…."
"Oh stop whining. You know you can get us a session with the almighty Taisho."
"Are you mocking him? He's three times the man you'll ever be. You and Souta, your just flakes going from job to job. The bottom of the pile!" Jaken's string of insults went on for a moment longer. Hojo held the phone away from his ear.
"Ok then Jaken. Explain how 'the bottom of the pile' as you term it, could break into a top security research lab, steal a highly deadly virus and deliver it safely and securely in less that 5 hours." Hojo felt that a refresh of some of the past weeks events would help convince Jaken. Taisho's right-hand man began to grumble in defeat on the other line of the phone.
"So when can we see him?" Hojo prodded.
"You can see him tomorrow at noon. Don't you dare be late or you will never see another penny from this company again!" Jaken said a lot more, but Hojo had already hung up the phone.
Tomorrow at noon eh? Maybe then Taisho could help them sort out this mess with the girl and him and Souta could go back to the normal life of a grunt for hire. However normal that life may be. He popped a slice of delicious orange into his mouth and made his way to the spare bedroom. He'd go to bed after he checked on the girl.
Shippo sat in at the kitchen table in Kagome's apartment, slowly eating away at the bowl of cornflakes that was his snack. The past few days had been hectic, Kagome dragging him around from one floor of the building to another, always meeting new people. He had been forced to give a description of his sister at least four dozen times to half as many people.
However, Kagome had assured him that a large amount of capable people were working on finding his sister. He felt assured by Kagome's confidence. Ever since the first night he met her, once she was sober, she had been a shining model of the perfect woman. She was nice to everyone and she smiled a lot around him. She cooked when she had time, paid attention to him, and some how managed to get her work done.
He wasn't aloud to leave the apartment though. Shippo mulled over this while he munched on cornflakes. Every time he left the apartment, it was with Kagome. When she wasn't around he was under strict orders to stay inside. Already he had beaten most of Kagome's video games and watched the majority of her DVDs. In other words he was a bored teenager all alone in an empty apartment.
Nothing good could come of this.
Shippo smiled to himself, a plan formulating in his head. He had always been good at crafting plans. He finished off his cornflakes and put the bowl in the sink. Then he went to the front door, slowly and quietly turning the knob. He opened the door a crack and looked up and down the hallway, relieved to find that it was empty of bodies.
He learned that the floor Kagome lived on was the living area for some of the higher-up people in the company. This whole building was the living, working, and recreational place of choice for everyone involved with Cha'trose Co. a high end cosmetics company that catered to the daughters of the obscenely rich. Shippo could tell this place was huge, with thousands of people in residence.
Slowly he inched down the hallway towards the elevator and stairs. He wore only socks on his feet so he could feel the plush carpet underneath him. No expense was spared when this place was built. It made him jealous, people were dying of starvation in the streets, but people could build massive complex's to house employees. He decided to risk being caught on the elevator and opted to take the stairs.
He pushed open the stairwell door and walked in, quietly closing the door behind him. It was time to explore.
The glass lay shattered at Songo's feet. She wasn't thinking about the amount of money that was going to get deducted from her pay check to pay for the glasses though. She stood for a few moments. Had she heard right? No she couldn't have. InuYasha wasn't dead. He was ok. He was going to be released from hospital tomorrow.
"Anything wrong over there?" a gruff voice asked. It was another customer who sat by himself at the bar.
Songo shook herself, then instantly bent over to pick up the glass. "No problem here Sir. Just being a klutz." Her fingers hastily picked up the glass, piling it on the tray that once carried the bottles. Without noticing, she cut her finger on a particularly sharp piece, and the blood flowed free.
InuYasha was alright. If something was wrong with him, Miroku would have found out and told her immediately. Songo looked back on the two customers who startled her so. The girl was sitting straight and had a horrified look on her face. The man was smiling in an ever so creepy way.
What was with those two? How did they know InuYasha? Why did they say he died?
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"Do you still love InuYasha Taisho?" There was a noisy silence after those words.
Kagome couldn't believe that Naraku was asking her this. She told him truthfully that she had no feelings of 'love' towards InuYasha anymore.
With her voice shrill and angry, Kagome broke the silence. "Of course not! Why would I have feelings for him!"
"Well, the human brain is a mysterious thing. You never know, the death of our young coma victim might have stirred up some residual feelings from when the two of you were…close."
Kagome frowned. "No. I will never forgive him for what he did to me. InuYasha Taisho was dead to me even before his real death."
