Summary: Sesshomaru rules the Japanese underground with his unmatched fighting skills and superior intellect. What happens when one of his most trusted subordinates is dead, with no clues but a video of an escaping silver haired beauty?

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN INUYASHA OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. JUST THIS STORY BECAUSE I'VE GOT A CRAZY MIND. I DON'T MAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF THIS, JUST PURE PLEASURE. NO REALLY.

Chapter One: Meeting

The doorbell rang and the laughter immediately seized inside the household. As the small party momentarily looked at each other with curious eyes, nothing but the heavy rain roaring against the windows and the dying background music could be heard. A middle-aged woman lifted herself gracefully from her seat and gestured to her friends to continue their merriment. Upon opening the intricately carved wooden door, she was met by a tall young man with his face hidden beneath a large baseball cap and long, silver, dirt covered bangs. She gasped and jumped back trembling as she noticed his sickening blood stained clothes, with tears and holes in several areas of his jeans. The man's bloody arms held a delicate bundle inside his jacket tightly. It was clear that his attempt to protect it from the unforgiving rain had failed. He stood at the entrance, panting heavily trying to regain his breath as the guests appeared from the living room to see what was wrong.

The lithe man, distressed with the frightened gazes he was receiving, quickly loosened his grip on the bundle, revealing a plain white box held closed by a beautiful red ribbon. As gently as he could, he placed the box in the doorway and escaped down the street without a word. The dying jiggles of keys and heavy footsteps could be heard.

"W-what could that be?" One lady nervously asked. The woman reached for the box and opened it, letting the ribbon fall to the ground. Inside were the remnants of an expensive cake crushed probably by the agitation of his deliverer's rough sprint. The broken letters on the cake read 'Happy Birthday'. Finally realizing the truth behind the strange event, the woman sprang instantaneously to the door, in hopes of catching the man. By that time however, the man, limping in front of a trail of his own blood, had already reached the corner of the street, turned, and disappeared into the night. As if on cue, the rain shot down with renewed vigour and the old clock in the hallway began resonating, signaling midnight.

"Sesshomaru! Bad news!" the short-haired man cried as he slammed open the door to one of the offices belonging to his organization's leader.

"What is it, Miroku?" The expressionless man asked his lieutenant without lifting his eyes from the documents in his hands. They detailed the organization's profits from a recent drug transaction. It was indeed tiring to have to look through the invoices himself, but the man knew that in this sort of business, trust was not to be given out so liberally. Especially concerning anything that dealt with money, as he's seen through his reign over the black market that greed was almost always the cause of frustrations. Either that or revenge. Those two things were not to be taken lightly.

"It's Myoga, he's been killed!" The man in black shouted with a wrinkled temple and a face as pale as the paper in Sesshomaru's hand.

A loud bang echoed in the large and simply furbished room as Sesshomaru brought his hand down roughly against the desk in front of him. Had there not been several papers to cushion his impact, Miroku was sure that he'd find a crack or dent on the wood later. In an instant, Sesshomaru was up and by the door with his black D&G overcoat over his shoulders.

"Get the car." He commanded, anger beginning to seep from his voice. Although many believed this man to be tolerating of many things, the ones who knew him well enough would rebuke that rumour with the knowledge that Sesshomaru merely found many things to be a waste of his time and therefore ignored their very existence. It would then be up to either Miroku or another high ranking personnel directly under Sesshomaru's command to deal with the situation. This was the only possible way for anyone to get so a promotion within the large organization—to be able to read between the fine lines and assist the boss faithfully and loyally.

"Already waiting outside." Miroku responded diligently, trailing close behind his superior as they paced down the marble hallway decorated with repeated pots of pale hydrangeas and blushing roses elevated by handmade Chinese porcelain columns. Expensive Japanese prints, Chinese watercolours, and Caravaggio paintings draped the pastel beige walls, attempting to lighten up the otherwise boring lobby. The fine mix of Asian decour tangled with Western and European standards perfectly suited any type of guest that Sesshomaru may have had over.

"I want details." The pair entered the elevator and Miroku, within the time it took to get to the ground floor, recited all that he knew of the murder of Myoga, one of his leader's most trusted subordinates and Miroku's best buddy. Fond memories of them sharing their troubles and joys together, destroying opponents under Sesshomaru's strong leadership, and saving each other's behinds flooded his head, but he held back his emotions as he continued his explanation.

"We got a call from his wife four hours ago. We weren't able to track his cellphone down using GPS—it must have been destroyed, but we did track the sensor in his shoes to a parking lot near the prostitution houses in Shinjuku. Our men took a while to find him dead behind a car, with over 30 shots to his chest and abdomen, and one to his head."

"Our men wouldn't take that long to find a body. Did they use gasoline to cover the smell of gunpowder and the blood?" Both men clenched their fists tight. No one could have picked up the fraction of a second that Sesshomaru furrowed his brows for.

"Yes. We don't know who did it, but we retrieved a video from a security camera near the entrance closest to Myoga's body. In the last 4 hours, only one suspicious man escaped from the lot. His face wasn't seen but it was clear he was soaked in blood."

"Myoga's body?"

"Won't be discovered by the police or anyone else. Kaede should have the autopsy report delivered to me soon. The public saw nothing, as you've warned us."

"Good." With Sesshomaru in front, the two walked stealthily towards the car as the elevator doors clanked closed behind them. Without any further instruction, Miroku knew exactly what his boss wanted to do. With a flip of his cell, he called his underling at the lot and told them to have the tape ready when they got there. Above all things, Sesshomaru hated having his time wasted and have always made sure to punish anyone that did so.

The short drive to the parking lot was silent but the air was muddled with wrath that swore to avenge their fallen comrade. The second they find the damned murderer, they would tear his limbs apart and feed them to sewage rats, the two mentally promised themselves.

Sesshomaru sat down as he watched the 8 second video with unblinking narrowed eyes, his hand balled into a fist. The others were ordered out of the security room, as Miroku knew that this type of situation required silence. Once the video stopped, he reached for the control, about to replay it to attempt to catch any hints as to whom the suspicious man was, but Sesshomaru got up and began his fluid orders:

"Call Kag's Jewelry. Have them check through their transactions for their limited white pup keychains. Ask Kagome to personally interview her employees and inquire her men if they know or remember anyone that fits the man's description. Station several of our men at all times of the day in this area of Shinjuku. I expect Kagome and Kaede's report from you by the day after tomorrow." Before he could slip through the door that one of his men opened for him from the outside, Sesshomaru was stopped by a confused groan.

"H-How…" Miroku's face at that time would be laughable had it not been for the gravity of the current state of affairs.

"Look at the keys at his beltline 3 seconds in. And he seemed to know exactly where to go among the array of streets and alleyways around this area, therefore he must frequent here. I expect him to show his face within a week. Report anything to me the second you hear it." With that, Sesshomaru walked calmly out the door leaving a shocked Miroku behind starring attentively at the video replaying itself. He was never going to get used to his leader's amazing perceptional skills.

Sesshomaru headed back to his office to finish off what he had been doing. Although he would like nothing better than to interrogate and beat the crap out of the man in the video right that second, he knew that patience and a calm state of mind was always the best reaction to such circumstances. He'll have to wait for information on this mysterious silver haired man before proceeding to kick his ass all the way to Alaska for leaving Myoga's body behind in such an undignified location. In the back of his head, he scoffed at the fact that had Kagome's infatuated sister not persistently tried to gift one of those rare white pup keychains to him, he would have missed out on important information. Keeping his phone on and near him at all times, Sesshomaru continued his work as the top dog among the Japanese yakuza.

It has been two days since Myoga's body was found dead. Miroku was becoming restless as he had not received any reply from Kagome yet. He had just visited Kaede, the organization's personal Medical Examiner, to pick up the autopsy report and decided miserably that he would need to go talk to Kagome personally, fully aware of the woman's discourteous attitude.

Being rich and beautiful with tons of men at her beck and call had served to boost her already over-sized ego to the max. And it didn't help that she usually always got what she wanted; everyone knew that any refutes were useless against her. Unless of course, you were Sesshomaru, for he is the only person that Kagome ever listens to. That attitude is thanks to one incident when his boss had saved her beloved sister Rin from death by the hands of a gang, subsequently resulting in a very annoying infatuated girl constantly trying to get his boss into her pants. Unfortunately, Miroku could only feel sorry for Sesshomaru. He was sure his boss wouldn't hesitate to dump Rin's body into the Sea of Japan if Kagome wasn't a resource for valuable information and hefty profits for the organization.

Upon arriving in front of the store that Kagome could usually be found at, Miroku got out of his car with roses in hand. He knew better than to expect something from her without a bait, err, a small gift as compensation, he meant. Several familiar ladies approached him as he entered and Miroku would have held out his arms invitingly had it been any other visit, but he had to talk to Kagome right now so he set his twitchy hands aside and cleared his throat.

"Hi ladies, I am here to—" he began with a polite smile.

"See me." Kagome finished, appearing behind a large door at the end of the room with a sign that read 'Only Staff Beyond This Point' on it. She motioned for her employees to get back to their duties, before snatching the bouquet from Miroku's hands.

"Oh my, you shouldn't have." She said coyly and breathed the roses in.

"No, I'm pretty sure I should." Miroku forced a smile but sighed inwardly.

"Oh shut up. I should whip you for what you said, but Sesshomaru needs something from me." She walked behind a counter and revealed a folder of documents after settling the roses down.

"Here's what he wants. I don't know what happened this time, but tell Sesshomaru to watch out. This guy can be dangerous. I asked some of my darlings to check him out since I was interested. The kid's the most beautiful thing I've seen since your boss, but my blood ran cold when I found out this guy use to be an assassin—and one of the best it seems." The look on her face was grave, which told me the man was serious business, for Kagome, albeit discourteous, would normally have a mischievous smile on her face and be teasing everyone around her. Miroku had to get to Sesshomaru. Right now.

"Thanks Kagome, you're great." Miroku quickly placed a small peck on her soft, make-up-heavy left hand as a sign of respect before dashing outside, into the car, and driving to headquarters as fast as the damn vehicle could take him.

Sesshomaru had his eyes closed, head back and his elbows up on the comfy black leather couch he was sitting on. He had just finished dealing with a hyperactive Rin and a bunch of lackeys that were slacking off on their posts. What a tiresome afternoon. A sudden knock brought his conscience back to reality.

"Sesshomaru, it's me, Miroku." Honestly, Sesshomaru was about to kill the guy behind the door, assuming that he had been an underling and had the guts to call their boss by his name. You could tell he wasn't in the mood for any stupidity right now. If Miroku hadn't made his identity clear, he'd have cracked skull by now.

"Come in. You have the reports?" He demanded as he sat upright in an imperial posture.

Handing the papers to him, Miroku replied, "Yes, and from what I hear from Kagome, this guy's pretty dangerous."

"This entire line of business is dangerous." Sesshomaru simply responded. Miroku was obviously relieved that he was following such a resilient man who feared nothing. It made up for his naturally worrying character and as such, he was always encouraged to kick anyone's unreasonable ass without concern of the consequences. And that's exactly what he wanted to do to this assassin right now, if only he knew where he was.

"The guy used to be a highly skilled assassin; even our circle knows him. He was called 'Silverclaw', but I doubt he's fully retired." Miroku rested his elbows on his knees as he sat down across from Sesshomaru.

"The Silverclaw that assassinated Jaken's entire syndicate of 100 members in the span of one night?" Sesshomaru roared with fury, crunching the paper in his hands with little restraint.

"Someone must have paid him to kill Myoga. That little shit!" If Miroku had clenched his fists any tighter, you would probably see red. Before he could suggest getting more men out to find this man, Sesshomaru's phone rang.

"What is it?" He answered in such a cold tone that Miroku could have sworn he heard the man on the other line gulp and yelp in surprise and in terror. The conversation was short—as soon as Sesshomaru hung up without notice, he was at his desk and pulling out a gun from a small drawer. Heading towards the door and leaving his cigarettes behind, Sesshomaru motioned Miroku to follow and follow quickly.

"We trailed this worthless Silverclaw to his place." He explained his phone call.

How the infamous and skilled Silverclaw didn't notice his stalker was beyond Miroku, but his blood was rushing and adrenaline soon kicked in. The two were going to fuck this asshole big time for what he had done to their comrade.

-

"Shit. This is what I get for helping that fucker out." The beautifully toned half-naked man complained to the unlit room with great frustration as he wrapped fresh gauze around his hips and right thigh. There was a suspicious man outside his complex but he couldn't do anything about it because of the wounds he sustained from protecting a stranger at a parking lot a few days ago.

"The guy looks like a minion. I could easily deal with him if I didn't have these damn wounds!" He yelled to no one in particular as he starred down at the puny guy outside his building through a window.

"Now look at me, I can barely walk! Fuck, I knew I should have just gone back home after. But no, I had to fucking deliver that fucking shit's cake to his fucking wife! And it just HAD to be fucking raining! Major blood lose and infection, fuck my life!" He growled with heavy breathes, rustling the hair on his head and consequently messing it up.

Inuyasha had tried his best not to attract attention after he quit being an assassin and a pawn to his old organization, but it was a bloody hard thing to do when that stupid voice in his head always got himself into unnecessary trouble. It was near impossible not to encounter dangerous situations when he lived in such a messed up area. Unfortunately, he was dirt poor and it was the only place he could afford to stay at. With a sigh, he walked slowly to the calendar near his door. Behind was a hole that he had dug out, just big enough for a gun.

Honestly, he was hoping not to get into more trouble and just have a normal life. Or at least appear as though he had one. So he couldn't help but hope that the man trailing him was a lackey of the man that he helped. Maybe he was just trying to get close to thank him or something, and once the business was done, it would all be over.

But boy was he wrong.

His hand was merely an inch away from the gun when two strange men ambushed into his apartment, effectively destroying his door beyond repair. Inuyasha fell back from the shock as the gun fell with a clank from its hiding spot in front of the pair of intruders.

"Fuck!" He cursed as he realized what exactly was happening. Inuyasha wanted to roll over to make it easier for himself to get to his feet but he knew better than to present his back to his opponents. So by using the door as a shield and distraction, he got up with a strong thrust from his palm and ran into hallway that would lead to his bedroom. Several gunshots fired at him from behind as the two saw their target escaping.

The pain was excruciating, as the wounds reopened and fresh blood practically poured out. But this was not the time to worry about that. Trying his best to ignore the warning electric shocks running through his body from his hips, he grabbed a gun from his drawer. But by the time he had turned around, the two men had broken down his bedroom door.

"Miroku!" He heard the taller one yell at the other man who was probably his subordinate. The shorter man aimed and shot, embedding a bullet exactly where one of Inuyasha's bleeding wounds was.

"Arghhh!" Inuyasha howled in pain, feeling his right leg buckle under him beside his bed. As he fell, he pointed his gun at Miroku, stopping him from firing another shot. Unfortunately, Inuyasha forgot about the leader. Normally, he wouldn't make such an error, but he must have felt the smallest sense of security when he saw the man's silver coated hair that was so close to his own. This was once again another critical mistake. Inuyasha seemed to be making a lot of mistakes after meeting that man in the parking lot.

Seconds after his knees had contact with the ground, Inuyasha's arms were twisted back behind him and he was turned and kicked between his shoulder blades towards his bed. Several cracks and the tearing of skin and muscle were heard. Inuyasha's wrists were officially broken and his hip bones probably fractured as they hit his hard wooden bed with a fierce force elevated by rage. Another scream echoed throughout the entire building. And for the first time in a long time, Inuyasha felt fear for it was clear that the man that held him in place was not someone he could easily defeat, even if he was in tip top shape. Inuyasha's fear grew when he knew no one could come and help him. No one else was at home because they would be at work at this time. The apartments of this building are so run down that no families would live here, so most of the inhabitants were living by themselves and had to work day and night to get by, just like Inuyasha himself.

"You will either stop struggling or die in my hands, Silverclaw!" Sesshomaru roared at his sweating captive. He grabbed hold of Inuyasha's thick silver hair and pinned his head on the mattress. He liked knowing that with his one word, his subordinate could shoot a bullet through this murderer's skull at any moment. But he needed information first.

Inuyasha stopped struggling that instant. He could feel his strength escaping and figured it'd be better to die awake than unconscious. At least he could die knowing the name of the man who outsmarted him, the killer feared as Silverclaw. He laughed in his head. It had been a long time since he was called that. How did these bastards figure that out?

"W-what do y-you want?" He gasped out. Oh hell, even speaking was difficult at this point. He would admit that he was defeated, but the only thing that irked him was that he was going to die in the hands of an enemy that wasn't really his enemy. He figured that these men were the ones after the man he helped. But it wasn't like Inuyasha knew that man, even though he had helped him out. Wasn't it clear that he was just a courageous though foolish bystander?

"Who sent you out to kill Myoga?" …Wait, what the hell?

"I-I didn't kill… anyone…" Inuyasha tried to explain, coughing out blood in between words. It was clear that these men misunderstood something. He had retired from being an assassin a long time ago. So much for their information network, Inuyasha scoffed. "R-retired a long ti—" But before he could finish, Sesshomaru pulled on his hair and smashed his head back against the mattress. Inuyasha could only bring about a loud grunt.

"Don't lie to me, you worm." Sesshomaru coldly spat out with the utmost disgust.

"Sesshomaru, we can give him a slow torturous death after we find out who hired him." Miroku sneered.

Even with the slight cushioning, Inuyasha suffered some damage as his head began to bleed.

'Fuck, I knew I should have saved up more money for a softer mattress!' He mentally slapped himself for yet again, another mistake. Sensing that he would be losing conscience soon, Inuyasha knew he needed tell the man above him that this was all a misunderstanding. Easier said than done though.

"N-not lying… O-only h-helpe—" But it was too late. Inuyasha had passed out.

Sesshomaru lifted himself up, sensing that Inuyasha had lost consciousness.

"Shit, he didn't die, did he? We needed information." Miroku sighed.

"He's alive. Take him back. We'll use the torture room." Sesshomaru was starring daggers into Inuyasha's back as he said his words.

"Wait, he's probably half dead, we don't need to go that far—" Miroku began.

"Are you defying my orders, Miroku?" Sesshomaru cast a glare at his lieutenant.

"No, but we need to know who hired him if we really want to avenge Myoga." He reasoned.

"I'll make sure he tells us everything." Sessomaru knew exactly what he would do to get the man to talk.

'I will make you suffer a humiliating death.' He thought before exiting the bedroom and apartment, leaving behind him the epitome of destruction.