InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Absolute Power Corrupts, Absolutely ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, he is the sole property of Rumiko Takahashi. Maybe one day I will be able to afford stock, but until then I can only dream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Absolute Power Corrupts, Absolutely

Chapter One

 

 

 

 

 

 

"God, I want some coffee! Sango," I whined. She usually breaks down and gets it for me, if I whine enough. All I have to do is give her the puppy dog expression. She turned towards me, probably to chew me out, and I watered my gray eyes and pouted.

 

 

" I have to finish this report for chief Kaede and she wants it in twenty minutes. Could you please-," she cut me off.

 

 

"Is this the Tomiko report that should have been finished last night?" She gave me the look, the one that said "explain your self or else." I mentally groaned. Oh gods, she is gonna yell at me.

 

 

"Well, um, you see I had a date last night with Kouga," I raised a hand up to her, "No wait, let me explain. He offered to go over our new case with me. You know that I wouldn't go out with him without a good reason. Not even a free meal would get me to go with that over zealous wolf." I looked up from my monitor screen and saw her jaw swinging open. Uh oh, this couldn't be good.

 

 

"Whoa wait a second. Did Kouga get promoted or something, because the last time I bothered to check, he was working narcotics and we are working homicide. How would he know what our next case is?" She flipped her long hair behind her back. Some times I envy her. Her brown hair is down to her waist, and perfectly straight. As whereas mine is just barely passed my shoulder blades and looks like a tornado hit it. It's the waves I tell you. She is tall and lithe, while I'm five food three respectively and curvy. Don't get me wrong, when I say curvy I mean I have a big chest, a moderate size six waist, and sturdy hips. My grandma used to say I have child rearing hips, whatever that means. The men have always flocked to her; she wears confidence like an extra layer of skin.

 

 

"Hello, Earth to Kagome! I asked you a question, are you just gonna sit there and stare at me all day? You did say that the chief wanted that report." She waved her hand in front of my face. I snapped out of my daydream of looking like her to respond.

 

"Oh yeah, no Kouga did not get promoted. We are going to be working a case with his division. Apparently this major business tycoon is into smuggling drugs and weapons into Japan and leaving dead bodies in his wake. The case was originally Bankotsu's, but ever since he got put under internal investigation it kept bouncing around the department. Finally it comes to us, where it's gonna stay," I said. I finished filling out the appropriate information on the report and hit print. Ah, I have a few minutes to get some coffee. I shot a glare at Sango, before I got up and walked across the room. I should move the coffeepot to my side; she barely drinks it as is.

 

 

"Oh get over it, so I didn't get you coffee this one time. It's not like your legs are broken," she grinned and raised an eyebrow at my scowl. Legs broken ha! Let's see how she's laughing when I bring back MY lunch, and conveniently forget hers. Oh I will have the last laugh my friend; just you wait and see.

 

 

"So, we get this big shot business tycoon to investigate and we have to work with Kouga and his division. Great, when do we get the debriefing from the chief?" Her eyes narrowed when she saw my face go from scowl to evil grin.

 

 

"I think the chief will tell me when I give her this report. Ah crap, I have to go! Watch my coffee for me, would you?" I hurriedly took a sip of the bitter liquid and promptly burned my tongue. Damn it, that hurt!

 

 

"Do you expect your coffee to do tricks? Maybe grow some legs and walk away from your desk?" She laughed as I set the coffee down and tried to fan my burning tongue.

 

 

"Well if it does, take some pictures. Be back in a few, hopefully." I grabbed the report from the printer and headed out of our office. I got really lucky to only have to share my office with Sango. Most 3rd year detectives had to share an office with at least three to four other people. Tokyo P.D wasn't that big on space, and most of the luxurious offices went to the bigwigs upstairs.

 

 

I walked down the hall to the elevator and pressed the up arrow. I wasn't fond of going to the chief's office because every time I see her, she wants to talk about my grandfather. I will never understand why she likes to talk about old relics and the history of pickles, or some nonsense like that. If she wasn't my boss and I didn't respect her so much, I would have told her off a long time ago.

 

 

Just then, the elevator opened, and low and behold my favorite idiot was inside. This guy was extremely dense and he just irritated the hell out of me.

 

 

"Hello Officer Hojou, how are you this lovely day?" Hey when placed in a difficult situation, politeness is never wrong. I mentally rolled my eyes and plastered a fake grin on my face as I stepped inside. I pressed my floor button and prayed for a miracle.

 

 

"Ah detective Higurashi, how nice to see you. I hope this day has been satisfactory to you. If you weren't busy tonight, would you like to accompany me to dinner and a movie? I'll even pay your share, if you would like," he asked. It never fails, he always asks me out whenever he sees me. No matter how many times I tell him I have plans, he just never stops.

 

 

"I'm sorry Hojou, I have plans with Sango to go over our newest case. Maybe some other time," I said. The elevator slowed to a stop and opened the doors. Finally, saved by bell.

 

 

"Talk to you later," I called out as I raced away. Whew, that was a close call, any longer and I would have had to resort to desperate measures. Like climbing out the emergency shaft and jumping to my death! I neared Chief Kaede's office and paused outside the door. Quickly I ran my fingers through my hair trying to smooth it down. I glanced down at my navy blue skirt suit that I chose for work this morning and was glad to find that it wasn't as wrinkled as I feared it would be. Okay, this is it. I raised my hand to knock when Kaede's voice sounded through the door.

 

 

"Kagome child, come in." Damn that's creepy. Pushing open the door, I walked across the sparsely furnished room and took a seat in front of her desk. She was an attractive woman for her age, with naturally gray hair pulled into a respectable bun. She had an eye patch over her left eye from an on duty accident where she lost her eye. She always seemed to see right through you and into your deepest thoughts. And don't forget her uniform, always pressed and clean. There were no spots or even pieces of lint.

 

 

"Do you have the report I asked for?" she asked. I handed her the report and she flipped through it. She wrote down some information and then put the report in her "to be filed" box. I watched her pick up her tea and take a sip. God, I should have brought my coffee with me, it's probably the perfect temperature. I startled when she cleared her throat.

 

 

"Detective Higurashi, as you probably know, I have assigned you and your partner Sango Taijiya to the Naraku Onigumo case," she paused when she saw my eyes widen. Naraku? That's who the business tycoon was? No fucking way!

 

 

"Kouga told me about the case, but he never mentioned who the business man was. He always referred to him as the Spider." I explained. She nodded and continued.

 

 

"Well, Naraku's underground code name is the spider. When he does his drug and weapon trafficking that is the only name he goes by. Since this is going to be a big case, we are going to bring in the ATF. I really don't want to call in the Feds, but I will if I have too. Now, I believe a Miroku Houshi is your ATF contact. He will be the one to debrief you and Sango. I'm just giving you a heads up on what is happening."

 

 

"Oh wow, we get to work with the ATF? This is bigger then I thought." I could barely contain my glee. A case like this either makes or breaks your career. I wanted to move up in rank, I wanted to be the police chief one-day. It would have made my father proud of me. He died in the line of duty about 12 years ago, and I wanted to be just like him Well, maybe not just like him, I didn't want to die in the line of duty. Wow, just thinking about that time, made me realize how much I missed him. He died the day before my 13th birthday, before I even turned into a dreaded teenager. I miss him.

 

 

"Yes child, you get to work with the ATF. Your father would be proud of you. I know I am." She always knows what to say, and when to say it.

 

 

"Thank you. May I be excused now? Sango is probably pacing a hole into the rug as we speak." She nodded and I got up. As a sign of respect, I bowed to her and left. I walked back to the elevator with a goofy smile on my face. Wait until Sango hears about this. She is going to flip her lid. Instead of pressing the button for our floor, I pressed the button for the cafeteria. Normally, I would exact my revenge for the lack of coffee service, but I was too excited and Sango and I needed to celebrate. The elevator door opened and I ran to the dessert section of the cafeteria. I chose a slice of chocolate cake for Sango, because she is a chocoholic and a piece of carrot cake for myself. Yummy stuff, carrot cake is. I also grabbed two cartons of milk to wash it all down with. After that I headed back to the office.

 

 

"Hey Sango, you're never going to guess who we get to work with," I exclaimed, walking into the room. I didn't notice the man sitting in front of Sango's desk until he turned around. What a babe, black hair pulled into a dragon tail, a gold earring in his ear. Beautiful violet eyes, that matched his dress shirt perfectly. He looked tall, sitting down, but he also looked fit. I noticed Sango giving me the "hands off" look and grinned. He may have been a babe, but you know the saying. Bros. before hoes.

 

 

"Let me guess, ATF?" She chuckled at my impression of a gaping fish. "Let me introduce you to our new "partner" Miroku Houshi." She is so retarded; she even did the little air quotation marks. I love her.

 

 

"Um, nice to meet you?" I was a little unsure of myself, seeing how I was still juggling the cake and milk. He stood up and approached me. I was right; he is pretty tall, about 6 feet. He dropped to his knee before and attempted to grab my hands. Since I was still holding the cake he opted for my wrists instead.

 

 

"You must be the beautiful Kagome Higurashi that I've heard so much about. I would be honored if you would bare me a child." He said this with a perfectly straight face and I just had to start cracking up. I tugged my wrists away from him and wandered over to Sango's desk, still laughing. After setting down her cake and milk, I managed to get myself under control.

 

 

"Bare you a child? Ha ha ha. You said that with a straight face, so serious like. Did you even have to think about it, or was is just a reflex when you meet a new woman?" I walked over to my desk and plopped into my chair.

 

 

"I am so misunderstood," Miroku muttered, resettling himself back into his chair. I ignored him, for the most part. What really caught my eye, was the camera phone pictures printed out, sitting next to my coffee. Sango decided to get creative and put sticky notes on my coffee cup saying things like, "Look Ma, no hands" or "When I grow up, I want to be a bowl." I have to giver her credit; she does know how to make me smile.

 

 

"Thanks Sango, these are great." I filed the pictures in my drawer and gave them my fullest attention. The next hour or so is going to be very interesting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AN: I had originally written a better beginning, but my computer froze and I lost all that work. Now I save religiously. I know the characters are going to be a little ooc, but that's just how I write. If anyone wants to point out what I could add or take out, please feel free to help me. I want this to be a good fic. Thank you for reading, and if you have time, please leave me a review. Even a "Nice job" boosts up my confidence and feeds my ego. Oh, and I know that the ATF (alcohol, tobacco, and firearms) is probably not in Japan, though I could be wrong. And I know that the Feds AKA F.B.I probably don't belong in Japan as well. But this is my story, and what I say goes.