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HIS OBSESSION

Written by:

Kt Waygood

Chapter 4:

He could see it before it was going to happen.

He had heard the gun shots, and not a minute later there was a woman who whipped out from around the corner. All that he could see was a mop of black hair, as she turned her attention away from where she was running.

That was a mistake, on her part.

Curious as to what was going on, what was causing her to run and, which he had no doubt that it also involved the gun shots, why she was being shot at, he waited, unmoving of his position.

That was a mistake on his part.

Again, he could see it before it happened.

Her lithe frame collided solidly with him, causing her to yelp. The impact on which she hit him caused her to fall back, and instantly he caught her.

If he was to look back at this scene, he could pinpoint the moment everything in his life changed.

He was the sole focus of her attention for a decent two and a half seconds. Her pale face was flushed with need for oxygen from running steadily, and she tried hard to catch her breath. Streaks of dirt marked her face, making her seem darker than she actually was. Her eyes were wide and clear, glossy, and absolutely terrified.

He instantly saw the innocence radiating from inside of her.

Growing up, he was constantly surrounded by harsh scenes, which his father raised him under as the Godfather of Tokyo. He was introduced to violence and death at a very young age, and once his mother passed away when he was six, he had no one left to fight to shelter the violence from his eyes. No one to protect him. He was left in a world where the closest thing to love was trust, and loyalty, if you were lucky.

But the woman in his arms had never been tarnished.

He could see honest horror in her eyes, because she had never been faced with this side of the world before. He could feel desperation seep from her very soul. And he could see through her eyes and into her core, without finding the tainted vision of violence already implanted, or the taste of sexual, physical, or mental corruption found so often and easily in the people of the modern world.

Innocence. It was the only thing he could think of, could dig up from her. It was the last thing he was expecting.

But it was not something that was going to change his stature.

Her bright blue eyes seemed to instantly snap back to reality, to the fact that she was running in order to save her life. Her jaw clenched in hesitation, and she looked at him as though he was going to hurt her. Her body trembled in his arms, in his hands.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped out, turning her head back to where she had come from. The man skidded around the corner in that instant, and with her hands on his chest, she pushed her way around him, needing desperately to slip by.

Unfortunately, InuYasha had other plans.

Locking his hand around her wrist, he kept her from leaving. She struggled weakly, but his grip never faltered.

"Please, let me go—he'll kill you! I don't want you to die—I don't want anyone to die! Please!" she cried, begging him to let her flee.

However, he was not afraid to face the man, nor was he afraid to face down her innocence.

The man was poised and ready to fight, gun raised. His dark suit was dripping wet, and his cheeks were bright red, telling him that she had given the man a run for his money. Instantly he took closer notice of the suit the man was wearing. The wet navy piece sported a crescent tag on his breast, showing the symbol of his 'family'.

The man belonged to Joni. And today was his lucky day.

Gripping the woman by her wrist more firmly, he pushed her forwards, towards the man.

In return, she struggled harder, while the man lowered his weapon and slipped it inside his coat.

"Can't catch a measly woman?" sneered InuYasha. "You should be ashamed of yourself." With a rough tug, he pushed the woman until she was sent moving towards Joni's man.

She hit the man's body, and he instantly grasped her shoulders, and locking her wrists in one hand behind her back.

"Please! Let me go! I haven't done a thing!" she cried, fear pulsing off of her in distinct waves.

InuYasha leaned into her face, looking into her eyes. He bent his head and whispered into her ear, "Innocent people don't run." He pulled away from her grime smudged face, sneering, looking down at her and making her feel despicable and dirty.

"Take her away."

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His amber eyes swept the room. It was fairly dark and what light there was came from the flashing neon bulbs. The air had a thick blend of cigars and womanly perfume. The entertainers were curved, and there were aroused men and women on the open space floors, dancing with an overheated, self-induced high. As obvious as it was, the older rich men were blinded by the linguistic movements of the female race who were trying to suck them dry of their last cent.

Not that he really blamed them. They were old and had nothing better to do, with tons of money to blow on absolutely nothing.

It being a Friday night, the club, he noticed, was rather full, and this caused the men working the sound system to turn the music up loud enough to shake the place. It hurt his demonic ears, so he laid them flat against his head in mild annoyance.

So, why was he there? To talk business with a man. Apparently the leader of the Kyoto mob had no better place to talk than the strip club he owned. But he did have to hand it to him—it looked clean. There were no junkies he himself could find, and even the entertainers looked clean.

Instantly he picked out the booth seating a man in a pin-striped suit, and lined with four of likely his best men. Smoothly he walked towards the table, his body moving with a masculine grace that turned heads and held an inhuman effect. It was a grace that had killed hundreds.

With each step away from the exit, he could feel the temperature change and the atmosphere begin to wash into him. The sultry scent of rich, expensive cigars became more evident and it coated his black suit, his light skin, and his silver hair.

When he entered the lounge area with the booth, they stood in welcome, which was expected. After all, they were meeting with one of the most powerful men in Japan.

"InuYasha," the man greeted, lifting his hands as though he was about to embrace him. Instead he grinned and extended his right hand.

"Joni," he greeted back, grasping the offered hand with a firm shake.

"What do you think of the place? It's the newest to my collection, and so far my favourite."

"It certainly is the nicest and cleanest I've seen yet." There was a quick curl of Joni's lips. "But I'm not here to assess your…club."

"Indeed," he replied, with a nod of his head, business instantly sewn onto his face. "Sit." They both lowered themselves into the booth seats, across from one another.

"It seems we have a problem on our hands. We found some traces of heroin in the line of our people, and we linked a few of those who appear to be responsible of the stolen money. It seems to be coming from the Kyoto area." The news made Joni's eye brows come together in a frown.

"Are you sure? No one here-"

"We traced it back to some Americans," stated InuYasha.

"I have no Americans employed," replied Joni, firmly in defence.

"I know. So someone's parading around with our logo on his forehead. It's not only a danger to Kyoto, but also the surrounding cities, including Tokyo and Edo, and our business. Should this get publicized to the nation, we will be facing a few serious investigations and issues."

"Then I propose we find them and kill them."

With a smirk, InuYasha replied, "I'm already working on that."

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Kagome could not believe what had just happened.

All her hard work and effort of escaping the bastards had gone to waste by the hands of one man.

After she had been caught, the man in the suit brought her to a back alley, where a steel door awaited. Through several other doors and twisting halls, she found herself in a concrete floored room, on her knees, hands bound behind her back, and two men accompanying her.

The first man had his hand on her head, keeping her straining to stay upright, yet down on her knees. The other was stretching duct-tape out from off of the roll. With a quick tear, he ripped it and fastened it across her mouth. Then he ventured off out the door to her left.

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"So, have your men checked, and do a sweep of the city. I want every corner and hole checked and rechecked, until you are positive he's not around here," stated InuYasha, his voice filled with finality.

"Indeed. I assume that you'll do the same?" he cocked his eyebrow, inquiring on the subject. Taking a sip of his whiskey, he enjoyed the taste and burn of it as it slid down his throat to his stomach.

Showing no signs of catching the probing, but instead storing it away for further examination, InuYasha nodded. "It's already done. My men are sweeping Tokyo now, as we speak. Sango has gone to talk with Sesshomaru and Kouga. Should it be brought up, all three of them are informed and know what is happening."

Joni caught sight of one of his men heading towards him, from over InuYasha's shoulder.

"Will you please excuse me; I have a very important matter to attend to. I will be right back. Please, order yourself a drink—it's on the house," he said, curtly, only pretending to actually care. In truth, he was far too intrigued with the idea of the girl being caught. Had he finally gotten her?

Raising from his seat, he met his man ten feet from the booth.

"I take it that you have found her," he stated, matter-of-factly. "Otherwise, you would not have interrupted me, is that not right?" There was a warning in his voice that spoke of better days for the man he was talking to. Should he be disappointed, someone was going to die, and it wasn't going to be him.

"She's in the back room, sir. Harris is just cleaning up—he looked like she drug him through hell and back. The whore's a little dirty herself." He smirked. "And frightened."

"Good, that's just the way I want her. I'll be back there to see her in five minutes," he stated, turning and returning to the table where InuYasha sat, drinking a hard Corona and ice. Sitting on the edge of his glass was a paper umbrella and a lemon.

Though he'd shoot the man before he found out, he enjoyed his drinks the most when they had the tiny umbrella and lemon. It was just one of those things—a quirk that he really couldn't help.

"Unfortunately, InuYasha, I have some business to attend to—"

"Kidnapping little girls, now are we?"

"Well—"

"You must forget that I am demon." There was a silent stare held between the two of them. "I am not a fan if kidnapping, for no purpose. It disturbs people and makes them go digging. In turn it makes it harder to get things back in order. Kidnapping little girls complicates everything."

There was pregnant pause as InuYasha took a leisurely drink from his glass, but held Joni's eyes from above the rim. Joni tilted his head back just enough so he could peer at him from down his nose, as though he was considering something.

"The girl, my friend, is payment from a father who made a deal and could not up hold his end of the bargain. She became the payment that I had to take to even out his debt. Its one thing to sell your soul to the devil, it's a whole other issue when you do but have no soul to sell."

InuYasha watched him with steady eyes, searching for any sort of lie. When he found none hiding in the depths of his eyes, he gave a slight nod—one so miniscule that one could have missed it had you not been paying attention.

"Stop by tomorrow if you want to see her in action…I believe that she will be added to my esteem collection of performers, that is, if her pictures doesn't lie." His mouth tilted slightly at the edge. "She has something none of my other girls have, and for that she will be great."

"Hm." InuYasha cocked his brow in question, although he could not bring himself to ask, not wanting to show too much interest in his words.

"Innocence, my dear friend. Innocence—and what a magnificent attraction it is. It can lure both the purest and darkest of people. And with is being such a rarity, I'm sure she will draw quite a crowd."

"Because of her innocence?" InuYasha inquired. He instantly thought of the woman who had been running from Joni's man. She had innocence. Was it the same girl?

"Indeed. Only a true innocent has that light. One who hasn't seen the world from our eyes. One who doesn't know the world's secrets. One who knows no pleasures of the body. One who's beliefs are still intact, and the concept of sinning is our concept of God." Leaning forwards slightly, Joni continues in a whisper, "She knows of nothing of what we are, the power we have, or the deeds we have done. She is untouched, both by man, and by society. And I want to break her of that, form her into the perfect woman, who will know only how to please. And for a good price, how to pleasure." Leaning back and straightening up, he continued proudly, "tomorrow, I'm going to strip her of everything she is, has, and knows, and she will strip herself of all her clothes before the audience. And I am going to sell her innocence to the one man with the highest bid. Because, InuYasha," Joni grinned, his pearly white glistening to InuYasha's distaste, "there is nothing better than an innocent."

InuYasha watched him walk away. He was not impressed, but he was interested. Intrigued. If an innocent was that good, then why hasn't he ever had one? And what made an innocent so innocent? Did she really not know of any of the common crimes and sins? That society was as black as onyx? That people were sinners through and through? That were was world outside of her own, where people were killed for pleasure, and raped for the thrill, and sold themselves to feed their best habit?

With that in mind, he swallowed the last of his drink, and showed himself out, the only thought going through his mind was the terrified blue eyes of a girl.

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Kagome was sitting on her shins, holding back her tears, and panting from frustration.

But she would not cry. She refused to. They would not have the pleasure of seeing her cry. She didn't know why they were after her, or what they were going to do with her, but, she decided, she would cross that bridge when she came to it, and in the mean while, she was not going to cry.

Suddenly, the door to her flew open left, and in stalked a man with salt and pepper hair, and a black pinstripe suit. And he looked extremely pleased with himself. Behind him, three body guards followed, dressed in black, with what looked like a family crest on their left breast. The only difference to these men and the one who had kidnapped her, was the color of the suit.

Watching him approach, her pulse began to beat faster and faster. What was he going to do to her? Who was he? Would he realize his mistake and let her go?

She quickly realized that he was not going to let her go, by the look of accomplishment on his face. His eyes were full of pride, as though it was him who had caught her with not a flick of his wrist.

Only one word came to Kagome's mind at that instant, and it surprised even herself a little. Asshole.

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Joni could see the terror in her eyes, and it pleased him. She should be terrified. But he could also see her stubbornness, and that made him grin in twisted pleasure. He would break her.

Looking down at her, he could immediately see the grime from the last few days she spent on the streets running. Her face was marked with silt and her hair was matted and unkempt. Her clothes were torn, and brown from the earth. But even still, he could see the innocence of her soul in her shocking blue eyes, in the way her face held defiance from what she didn't know, and the expressions so clearly read. Her modest attire also brought her a sense of innocence that he hadn't seen for years. And even her hair, so untidy and thoroughly disturbed, showed the perfect picture of adolescence.

Circling around her, he realized that this was definitely no child. Men were going to eat her right up, between the air around her, and her young but womanly body. Coming back to her front, he knelt down and looked straight into her eyes. He lifted her chin so she had to look up a little, and down her nose at him. She immediately tore her face away from him.

With a twisted smile, he watched her. "How old is she?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Twenty one."

There was a moment of silence as he stood up, and looked down at her. Then he smirked. "Yes, they will eat you right up. Bring her upstairs boys…make her a little more…comfortable."

And with that he turned and walked right back out of the room.

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Kagome snapped her head up at his words. Then she looked around at the men left standing in his wake, and panic began to thrust through her veins as they began to surround her, closing in on her. Her mind began to scream.

No…no…

TBC….

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I'm already working on the next one!! Hope you liked it!

KT