InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ April 05 ❯ April Showers ( Chapter 1 )

April 05

Written by: Thyran

Chapter 1: April Showers

There's nothing quite like a hot muffin, fresh out of the oven.

It melts in your mouth the way it never would half an hour later.

Kagome chewed thoughtfully, savoring the taste of blueberries and bran.

She'd woken up that morning to find a beautiful muffin just sitting on a saucer at the table…

So without a second thought she'd coated it with butter and now she was half way through it.

"Buyo licked that." Came Souta's voice from the doorway and she instantly started choking it up.

"Souta!" she snapped, "What did I tell you about letting him on the table?!" she lobbed the remnants of the greasy muffin at him.

"Hey!" Souta cried defensively when the muffin whistled by his ear, "It's not my fault!"

"Kagome!" scolded her mother entered just in time to see Kagome throw the muffin.

"Hey Mum." She ignored her mother's look of disapproval.

"Morning." Her mother returned the greeting with a warm smile, "How was work last night sweetie?"

"Hectic." The girl stood yawning, exhausted from working late.

"Eat an apple Kagome, you don't get enough nutrition." Commanded her Mother placing the fruit in her palm.

"Ew - it's all bruised!" she promptly let it fall to the floor with a thud.

"Stop being squeamish Kagome." Her mother returned the apple to her hand.

"I'll get sick!"

"No you won't - it's just a little bruise silly." Mrs. Higurashi rolled her eyes impatiently.

"Bruises have germs."

"Bruises are good for you! Now eat it."

"I won't. I get plenty of nutrition thank you very much!"

"Eat the apple!"

"NO!"

Her mother regarded her shrewdly for a second before clicking her tongue and turning away, "Fine… die of malnutrition for all I care…" she muttered quietly.

Kagome watched her mum for a while, slightly confused at her mood that morning. Wasn't she usually all bouncy and excited in the mornings?

"Aren't you going to get that?" her mother asked out of the blue.

"Get what?" she snapped irritably.

"Uh… the phone?"

Kagome blinked. She hadn't even heard it ring the first time.

"Hello?"

"Get over here now!"

"Good morning Sango!" Kagome replied with false enthusiasm.

"Kagome we need you right away! Please come fast!" Sango's tone turned a little desperate.

"What's the rush - I have an hour before I have to come in…" Kagome placed the bruised apple back in the glass fruit bowl.

"Boss got a new patient and wants you to meet him right away." Sango said bluntly.

"That's no reason." Retorted Kagome as she picked up the remote and made her self comfortable in front of the TV.

"He's convicted of murder - Rakeva wants you to get started right away." Informed Sango casually.

"Sango! I hate assassin patients!" Kagome screeched loudly.

"I know, I know… It's not my fault yah know!" Sango actually winced.

"I'm not taking that patient!" Kagome stuck up her nose stubbornly despite the fact that no one could see her.

"Then I'm not helping you move all your stuff out on Thursday!" Sango could be just as stubborn.

Kagome screwed up her face, torn. Damn you Sango! "Fine…" she muttered and hung up sharply.

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"Sango!"

Sango started when she heard her name. She turned slowly to face whoever it was…

"Rakeva!" Sango smiled at the older woman.

"I'm quite positive I just told you to go get acquainted with-"

"Well actually Kagome just offered to take the patient two seconds ago! She confessed to having too much time on her hands. If you ask me she sounded pretty happy to take over." Sango smiled wickedly.

"Is that so?" Rakeva paused thoughtfully, "I guess Higurashi could take him… I'm sure they'll get along fine. That's great! And that means you won't have to change positions!"

Sango frowned, pondering what she'd just said… she watched Rakeva stalk away, her heels scuffing the peach colored carpet before turning her gaze up to the high ceiling.

It was an old building. An old, old building. It must have been about 100 years old? Maybe less… maybe more.

There where endless hallways leading to… more endless hallways. They where lined with heavy, metal doors. Doors that only opened from inside the hallway. Some of the cells were open cells with bars instead of walls. But that was only for the short term visitors. The ceilings were so high you could barely make them out.

When the building was first built they had been normal. But then some crazy prisoner had managed to smash one of the lights and used the glass shards as a weapon. They'd brought them up about twenty meters.

Sango snapped out of her musing when someone slapped her lightly on the back.

"So where's my new patient?" Kagome walked by looking a little rougher than usual. Must have been in a hurry to get ready…

She hurried to catch up with her, thankful she didn't seem too angry…

"Here's his file and his cell number…" she caught Kagome's narrowed glare, "And here's a candy bar."

Kagome shook her head slightly in annoyance. No way was Sango getting on her good side by giving her stuff…

"And…" continued Sango watching her face, "A buy-one-get-one-free coupon at Purdy's…?"

"Mmm!" Kagome snatched the coupon out of her fingers. "See you at lunch Sango!" she added cheerfully trotting down the hall.

"Hey Hojo." Kagome stopped in front of his door so he could open it.

"Higurashi!" he doubled her enthusiasm, "New patient?" he questioned checking the file to make sure she was allowed in.

"Mmm." She nodded without looking at him.

"Watch out for this one… and scream if you need anything." He held the door open for her allowing her inside.

Kagome risked a glance in before she entered. It was just like her last 'assassin patient'… the room was divided in two by thick, steel bars. On one side of the bars was a comfy looking chair intended for her. On the other side, undoubtedly, would be her patient.

She stepped inside and made her way towards the chair in the corner of her side… she was vaguely aware of the sound of the door shutting after her. The sound seemed to echo over and over in her head.

Not until she had sat down comfortably and placed her notebook and his file on her lap, did she look up.

She was relieved to see he wasn't looking at her. In fact he wasn't even facing towards her.

He sat on the floor, leaning against the old fashioned bars. His eyes were carefully focused on what seemed to be a… ribbon?

He fiddled casually with the green strip of silk as if she didn't even exist.

White hair… she noted. Lots of it too… strange. Maybe he was a hanyou? Yes the two ears that sat atop his head seemed to confirm that. They looked a little torn up though… had he gotten into a fight?

She switched her attention to his file briefly before sitting up and leaning forward.

"So you're Inuyasha."

She saw him stop fiddling with the ribbon but he stile refused to look at her. "That's me."

"I'm Kagome." She introduced herself.

"I don't care."

"I'm your councilor until your trial in April." She said snippily.

"Cool."

"I will be helping you make choices that could save you from spending your life here." She narrowed her eyes slightly at his callous tone.

"That's nice."

"Ok well let's get started!" she was determined to get him to acknowledge her help. She flipped open the file and stared.

"What the hell…?" she muttered in disbelief. "The Mckaileys? You murdered the McKaileys?"

"That's right." Said Inuyasha, the slightest trace of laughter in his voice. What was he proud? How utterly disgusting!

Why the hell would you do that?! She wanted to scream at him but kept herself in check. She was a councilor and had to overlook the crimes committed by her patients. It was her job to help and give advice to the criminals - not berate them. She returned to the file.

"Ok… so it doesn't say much in here…" she muttered more to herself than him. Suddenly her gaze snapped up again to stare at the back of his head.

"You're only twenty one?" she questioned bemused that someone so young could pull off killing the Mckaileys…

"Well how old do I look?" he snapped half offended, half annoyed.

"Well you haven't shown me your face yet so I couldn't tell you!"

"Get your facts straight before you come in here to start planning my life." Now he just sounded plain mad.

"I'm not trying to- !" she caught herself. Damn she couldn't start yelling at the prisoners there… she quickly regained composure and mentally warned herself not to let him get to her.

She heard him smirk softly at her from where he sat. "Don't raise your voice to me bitch."

The councilor pretended not to have heard him. "So it doesn't say anything about family here…? When was the last time you talked to any of them?"

Something about the way she asked it just sent waves of loathing and anger through him…

She nearly leapt out of her seat in fear and surprise as he spun around and up on his feet to glare at her.

But she didn't seem half as surprised as him…

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"Miroku!" Sango's voice cracked like a whip through the quiet room where he was in the process of shaking a can of soda.

"Hey Sango." He waved.

She stalked over, hands on her hips. "Tell me what happened last time you shook Rin's soda!" she ordered standing over where he sat at the messy desk.

"It wet her blouse making it go transparent?" he looked up at her innocently.

"She thought someone hated her and had done it deliberately."

"Nah she didn't." Miroku shook his head and carefully placed the can down next to Rins handbag.

"She had a nervous breakdown and nearly got fired you imbecile!" said Sango rather harshly.

"Lunch?" he stood up, starting to feel guilty.

"Outside?" she agreed.

"Let's go." He nodded and they left the room with one last glance at the can of coke sitting on the desk.

"Hi Rin." Miroku greeted the passing girl casually.

They strolled down the halls, Sango keeping a good meter between them. She really couldn't believe she had a job in a top security prison. She had always planned on becoming a teacher or something… but never a prison.

"You got money?" asked the dark haired man next to her.

"Um…" she dug her hands in her pockets already knowing they were empty, "nada." She held up her empty hands.

Miroku clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes in pretend irritation. "I pay for your lunch every time!"

"Yeah? Well just think how many times I covered for you when you put toothpaste on the toilet seats!" she snapped with a smile.

"Pff… that was only twice." He said in his defense.

"What is the point of that by the way?" she questioned curiously.

"The menthol makes your butt burn." He explained with a grin.

"It gave one of the cleaners a rash!" she laughed.

"She knew she shouldn't have used that toilet anyways! It was in the staff room…serves her right…" he muttered with a shrug.

By this time they had reached the triple doors that led outside. The triple doors where designed to keep the prisoners inside. But unfortunately that meant that the staff where also kept inside. A thing that could be very dangerous at times… say if there was a fire… or a riot. There where several old fashioned locks on each door and codes to be entered. After several different keys and having to show their identification a couple times they where through. Only to discover the April showers had decided to come early. Great…

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She sat rigid in her chair, startled by his sudden movement. Or maybe it was the look of pure and utter hatred he pinned her with?

"It's you." He said in a low voice.

Kagome was confused at first, but then she understood that he must have mistaken her for someone else. Someone he evidently despised. A lot.

"What are you here for?" he asked smoothly never taking his eyes of her.

She opened her mouth to tell him. To tell him that he must think she was someone else, since she'd only just met him. But then an idea popped up in her head and she shut her mouth.

Maybe, by going along with it, she could discover something?

"Come here."

The cold order had her subconsciously rising to her feet to comply until she realized what she was doing and stopped dead. "No."

"Come here, Kikyo." He repeated raising a hand to grip the steel bars above his head loosely. "Come here and I'll repay you for that little favor of yours." He had a deadly glint in his eyes warning her to stay away. No way was she going over there. Not if he was tied to the floor on the other side of the room!

Kikyo?

"Favor?" she asked curiously. She took a couple casual steps forward, keeping a good five meters in between herself and the bars.

He sneered at her in a way that made her want to shrink back and hide. It was pretty obvious that a couple days of imprisonment had messed with his brain.

"Don't fuck around Kikyo!" he spat making her start, "Selling people out? Going around like a damn councilor? What the hell do you think-?"

"I'm not Kikyo." she said calmly. It was important that she kept her composure in check.

"I'm not a fucking idiot." He ground out before releasing the cold bar and turning away from her.

"Who is…Kikyo?" she wondered aloud. Her mind kept falling on the idea that this Kikyo girl must have had something to do with the whole assassination thing… they defiantly didn't seem to be anything close to buddies right then. Unless it was just tough love… Nah…

"Don't even try that wench." He stalked towards the low bed in the corner of the room. He sat down on the edge heavily, leaning back on his elbows and throwing her a surly glare.

She narrowed her eyes in growing irritation before gathering up her files slowly. "Whatever. I'm going. I'll be back to see you tomorrow."

"Can't wait." He lay back, shutting his eyes and thinking hard.

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The gentle pitter patter of raindrops against the windows could be heard over the faint scraping of furniture.

"Buyo get out of the way!" Kagome hissed at the rather large cat lying in their path.

They were in the middle of moving a bunch of Kagome's stuff out of the house so it could go into her new apartment.

Yes, new apartment.

Finally she was moving out of the shrine to reside in an eighteen floor apartment building a few blocks away from her work. A lot more convenient.

Not only was it much closer, but it was all her own! No Souta, no Grandpa, no Mother… not even a Buyo! No offense but his constant mewing could really get on her nerves. And the amount of cat food he consumed was outrageous.

Now she would have a place all to herself. It was about time! She was nearly twenty…

"Kagome don't just drop it!" cried Sango as she felt most of the weight of the heavy chest of draws, fall on her.

"I have to move Buyo." She said by way of excuse. She stooped down and lifted the obese cat into her arms. Kagome smiled affectionately when he purred loudly.

"Kagome hurry up! This is not the time to serenade Buyo!" Sango gasped, struggling to keep the chest from falling.

"Coming, coming…" Kagome placed the cat aside and returned to her end of the chest.

"Any idea who Kikyo is?" Kagome asked her friend as they hauled it through hallway towards the door.

"Who?"

"Kikyo…"

"Nope." Sango shook her head. "Why do you ask?"

"My new patient," she stressed the word with a glare at her friend, "mistook me for her."

"Oh yeah." She seemed uninterested. She was more focused on watching the lethal steps she was climbing down.

"I'm guessing he didn't get on well with her… I mean he wanted me to come over to him. Probably would have throttled me… I don't trust him you know!"

"What's he like?"

"He seems pretty angry." Kagome answered frowning as they stumbled towards her mother's rusty old pick up truck. "I'm guessing he doesn't agree with prison… who would?"

"Not me… Hah! I heard the funniest -" Sango began.

"Did you know he's only twenty-one?" Kagome wasn't listening to her.

"No. No I didn't." Sango answered slowly. "Who cares? I've seen much younger in that prison."

"Sango! He assassinated the Mckaileys!" Kagome screeched offended.

"So…" Sango clearly wasn't as astounded, "I never liked them anyways…"

"You don't get it…" the raven haired girl muttered somewhat bitterly. "Wait a minute you knew the Mckaileys?"

"Friends of the family." Sango shrugged indifferently. "I don't understand why they where murdered, I mean there was nothing special about them…"

"Now I have to give counseling to their killer! What bad luck!" Kagome made a face to show what she meant. "You're so lucky to be a warden instead of a damn councilor!"

"Is that the last of it then?" Sango pointed to the small amount of stuff piled in the back of the truck. It was starting to get wet from the light rain.

"Yeah let's go." They climbed into the high, old fashioned truck.

"By the way," said Kagome as they pulled out onto the road, "That stupid Purdy's coupon expired six years ago Sango!"

"You already tried to use it?" Sango smirked at her friend's fetish for chocolate.

"Not nice Sango." Kagome glared at her half angry, half laughing. "You knew it wouldn't work."

"Here, I'll get you lunch at the golf club. I managed to nick Miroku's membership card!" Sango cheered holding up the black and blue card.

"You nicked his card?" Kagome asked incredulously.

"Relax. He's loaded… he won't even notice!" Sango reassured her.

"Tsk tsk Sango… all your mooching off him is going to backfire someday!"

"Whatever…"

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Note: Confused? Yes me too! Don't worry, despite the bad start they will get on fine… just fine…

By the way this particular fic is rated for profanity and violence. I'm not into lemony stuff these days so despite the rating, don't expect too much of it. But I never said there would be none! =)

Profiles so far:

Kagome: Councilor at Sugamo prison in Tokyo… helps patients sort out problems and prepare for any trials.

Sango: Warden at Sugamo prison.

Miroku: Works at Sugamo prison… not sure what yet.

Inuyasha: Arrested for murder of Mckailey family. Staying in Sugamo prison.

Rin: Works at Sugamo prison.

Rakeva: Helps manage the prison…

Haha bye guys

-Thyra