InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Detective Work ❯ Sango's Tragedy ( Chapter 1 )

*DISCLAIMER*

I do not own Inuyasha. Gods, I wish like hell I did, but I don't. MUCH props to Rumiko Takahashi, cause ya already know the Inu is bangin'. I'll bet all the Inu and Sesshy fans out there would like to know where she got her ideas! ^_^

"Hey Sango, want to go to that new club that opened up last night? I heard it's supposed to be like totally off the hook. I bought this new outfit and everything!"

"Um, I don't know Kagome. I haven't been clubbing for a while now. I don't even remember when the last time I went is! Sorry, I'll have to skip this one. Why don't you go with that new girl, what's-her-face?"

"Kagura? Are you crazy? Ugh, she practically told me she hated my guts from the moment she met me! She was all high and mighty, talking about something or another. I don't even know why I bother! She's such a pain! Anyways, I guess I'm flying solo tonight. See you tomorrow!"

Kagome waved good-bye to Sango and walked out of the college building. Gods, it felt good to be 24! Granted she still had to graduate at the end of the year, but it was only August. Her last year of college, a major in history. Somehow, ancient Japan always caught her attention, particularly the Feudal Era. Everyone thought she was odd, except for her best friend Sango, who was 23. Her and Kagome's older cousin Miroku, who was 25. He was such a lecher, she hardly considered him. Ah, anyways. Kagome inhaled the afternoon breeze as she made her way to her car. Leaving her radio off, she rolled down all her windows and headed to the club on the beach. It was a 20 minute ride, so she sat back, and raced there on the highway.

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Sango sighed as she watched Kagome leave. She hated to be left alone, but hated going to the club even more ever since she broke up with her old boyfriend, Koga. It was so bad! Koga's brother, that sick-ass Naraku, decided she needed a lesson and totally embarrassed the hell out of her in front of half of the people at the most popular club at that time. Okay, so it had been two years, still! It hadn't happened to Kagome; it happened to her. She still felt so weird about it. I mean come on. When you're 21 and someone comes over and tells you karaoke's on, they aren't supposed to dump a million gallons of water on your white ensemble and expect you not to cringe in embarrassment, especially when it's your time of the month. She had felt like a damn fool, and to hell if she was going to be caught at a club sometime soon! She watched enviously as Kagome sped off the college campus, hating that she had to live on campus, even though her roommate was Kagome. `Great. Like I really want to be alone at this point in time.'

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Kagome entered the club and smiled smugly as she saw the `girls' on the dance floor. They were totally no match for her. Instantly searching for the cutest guy there, she found him dancing with a blue eyed, blond girl. `She's gone.' Kagome thought. She made her way over, her black leather hip-huggers and blood red tube top clearing a path. Her black boots treaded softly, while the golden hoops in her ears shimmered in the club lights. Her brown eyes were highlighted with a reddish eye-shadow, and her raven black hair curled around her shoulders. When she was halfway to the cute guy, her cell vibrated against her thigh. `Aw damn! Who's calling me now?' Kagome picked up the phone, checking the number. `Oh, it's Sango. I guess I can spare a minute.' Kagome picked up the phone, and said, "Hello?"

But all she heard on the other end was a dial tone.

`Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! What's going on? I'd better get back to campus and check up on her!'

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Kagome raced to the campus, still in her clubbing clothes. `Oh shit, I hope Sango's okay!' She parked her car in the handicap parking and ran through the doors of her dorm building. Not patient enough to wait for the elevator, Kagome ran up the four flights of stairs, running to dorm 445. When she got there, she gasped.

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Sango was lying naked on her bed; their room had been destroyed completely. Sango was lying on her back with her eyes closed. Apparently she was unconscious. Kagome entered the room carefully, slamming the door shut behind her. She quickly found a blanket that hadn't been shredded, and covered up Sango. Her body was covered in small cuts; her bed was covered in fresh blood. Kagome was shaking as she dialed 911.

"Hello? I-I-I need an ambulance at Asumi University, in central Tokyo. I don't know what happened! My friend lost a lot of blood. Look, it's the fourth floor, room 445. Please come quick! Okay, okay, I'll be here. Bye."

As Kagome hung up, she turned back to Sango. "Gomen, gomen Sango. I should have stayed with you." Kagome apologized to her unconscious friend as tears welled in her eyes.

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Later, at the hospital, Kagome sat miserably as the doctors inspected Sango's body. Thankfully she was alive, but just barely. It was as if someone wasn't doing it planned, it had just happened. `Kuso! If only I had stayed instead of clubbing! She wouldn't be like this! But if it wasn't planned, then how did they know she was there alone? What sense does that make?'

Kagome jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, hey Miroku. Don't do that to me! You scared the crap out of me. Ahmigods, Sango is in there. They don't know exactly what happened, but they know it wasn't planned or anything-" Kagome was cut short when the doctor came out. "Excuse me, are you Kagome Higurashi? Yes? Well, we have good news and bad news. Good news is she'll live, but she'll probably be pretty traumatized the rest of her life," the doctor stated.

"Traumatized? Why do you say that?" Kagome's voice quivered.

"She was raped."

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Kagome let out a loud gasp, while at her side Miroku's eyes widened, and his eyes started to water. Kagome looked at him, and wondered at once why she wasn't crying as well. The doctor muttered an apology, and walked away quickly. Kagome turned in her seat to find Miroku's cheek stained with a single tear. "Miroku, why is it that you are crying, and that I'm not even though I'm the woman and I'm her best friend? Oh no, don't tell me, you're gay?"

"NO! I mean, this doesn't affect you in the same way it affects me, okay!? I mean, you don't feel for her in the same way as I do!" Miroku argued, and realizing what he had just said, turned a bright shade of red.

"Ohh, so THAT'S why you always offer to help me study for my Feudal Japan History exams, isn't it?"

"Look Kagome, right now is NOT the time to be discussing this. I have a friend, pretty aggressive, but still a good detective. Except he's not authorized. I'll have him explain when we go see him."

"When are we gonna see him?"

"Right now. Let's go."

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Kagome and Miroku reached the front doors of the hospital after making sure Sango would be held in top security. No visitors unless they were immediate family or Kagome and Miroku. As they sped down the streets in Miroku's Jaguar, Kagome thought again of what Miroku had said of this guy they were going to meet. He had gone to the top academy in forensic studies, but at the end was not permitted to graduate "because of numerous unnamable reasons." Obviously the dude had gotten mad, but that was nothing. He started his own street side business for the different mafias in the worst part of town. He was a clean guy though, no drugs or anything. His mom raised him like that, and he absolutely loved his mother, until she had died.

Kagome was tempted to ask questions, but she was too engaged in looking out of her window. She had never been to this side of town. The buildings were crumbling; it seemed the only thing that held them up were the iron frames that seemed to rust more with every passing moment. What caught Kagome's eyes was the amount of people on the street, harbored in the shadows. They looked up with dark, glowing eyes. Kagome felt her heart sink as Miroku pulled into a driveway, leading to a fairly decent looking house, but it was still as bad looking as the others. The white paint was peeling, showing the wood boards below it. The foundation cement was stained with blotches of red paint, and as Miroku heard Kagome sigh, he said to her, "No Kagome, it's not red paint. It's blood, so get over it." Kagome nearly fainted as Miroku pulled her up the stairs, suddenly noticing the amount of people that had crept out and started staring at her and her cousin.

"Miroku, are you sure about this?" Kagome whispered. "Yeah cousin, just chill, alright? He's here, and they aren't going to do anything. Quit worrying so much." Miroku answered. He rang the doorbell, and Kagome jumped at the reply. A gruff voice answered, "Who are you and what do you want?" Miroku calmly replied, "Hey man, it's me, Miroku. I have my cousin here with me, and your animals want to eat her alive. Let us in, bro." Kagome heard a "Feh" on the other side of the door, and several chains being unlocked. As the old door creak open, Kagome gasped and stared at the handsome stranger.

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Kagome reeled in shock as she saw the guy. Miroku had mentioned he was 25, but not that he was so irresistible. Kagome heard wolf whistles as the stranger growled, and told them to enter quickly. She obeyed, only slightly aware of Miroku tugging on her arm. Her eyes never left him, though she wanted to know where he had managed to get amber-gold contacts from.

He had long, bleached hair, and like before stated amber-gold contacts. He wore a black wave cap under a UConn Huskies hat. `Probably some foreign team from America. Looks good on him though.' He wore black biker gloves with red designs on them that read "Inu." Kagome stared as her eyes traveled down toward his stomach. Thanks to his white wife-beater, Kagome could easily make out the lean six-pack under it. She began to imagine when she saw his baggy black jeans and gray Timberlands®. Mentally slapping herself for thinking like that at a time like this, she caught the end of Miroku's sentence.

"…so you see Inuyasha, we would really appreciate your help on this."

Ah, so Inuyasha was his name. Not really caring about it, she quickly added, "Please. Sango is my best friend in the world."

Inuyasha searched her brown eyes with his golden ones and truly saw her worry about her abused friend. Sighing, he took two steps back, and fully examined her. He turned his gaze to Miroku's expecting one.

"There will be a price."

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Kagome couldn't believe her ears. Did this jerk really think she was that kind of a girl? She loved Sango like a sister, but she wouldn't do that to herself just to find her attacker.

"Look you perv! I refuse to be taken advantage of like that, okay!? You can just forget it!" Kagome nearly ran out of the front door before she felt a hand on her wrist and another on her shoulder. Miroku she shrugged off, but Inuyasha pulled her wrist with a jerk so that she was once again facing him. "Look, girl, I wasn't thinking of that. I was just…you know what never mind. Someone like you would never understand. I was speaking in terms of money or a new apartment somewhere out of this dump, stuff like that. Damn Miroku and you say I'm paranoid about my body."

"Miroku, pray tell where are we going to get the `money' that this guy wants?" Kagome ventured.

"Yeah, uh, you seriously don't want to know that, but I can tell you if I have to get it it'll be legal, don't worry," replied Miroku.

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Kagome found herself unusually comfortable in this strange, ghetto home. The ripped leather couches seemed to be ripped at just the right angles, enough so they looked homey and cool, but not too shabby either. She sighed in boredom as she heard the low mumbles of Miroku and Inu-what's-his-face in the other room, discussing terms of payment and whatnot. Sighing again, she took this opportunity to examine the house more closely. The front door was to her left, so where she was sitting was the living room/front hall. `Damn, that's real ghetto,' she thought. The door to her left was slightly open. In that room, the kitchen, Miroku and what's-his-face were talking and next to that door were some beat-up stairs. Finding herself bored out of her mind, she decided to further investigate this dude's house. Climbing slowly, she soon found herself in a narrow hallway with two doors. She opened the door closest to her and found a clean bathroom, which seemed out of place in the whole situation. Closing the door, she took a few more steps and assumed this was probably Miroku's little friend's bedroom. "How bad can it be?" she asked herself. Turning the handle, she gasped as she saw the room.

The floor was a smooth, creamy brown wood color, and the walls were glacier blue. The bed stand, night table, and bureau were all of cherry oak, and the bed was…huge! It was a king size that took up nearly half the room. Kagome carefully stepped over a few throw-pillows he had left on the floor, and sat on the bed. The royal blue sheets moved like silk beneath her, and she suddenly felt tired. She gazed longingly at the azure pillows, imagining how soft they were. Her hands found the edge of one, followed by her head, and soon she curled up in the middle of the bed, covered in liquid-like sheets that were surprisingly warm for their delicacy. `Hm, this guy has…*yawn*…good taste…" Kagome thought as she drifted to sleep.

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~Meanwhile, downstairs…~

"So I guess that could work out. Just this time though, okay? I'll help you if you get me out of this dump, as long as I can take my bedroom set with me. Everything else gets burned. Where was it that you said I could stay?"

"At my cousin's house, an hour or so away from Asumi University, where she stays with Sango."

"Yeah, I could see that working out. That'll work fine. And you are positive that she never goes home?"

"The house is practically abandoned. She goes there once a month to throw away junk mail and clean it."

"Deal. Let's go break it to your cousin over there."

Miroku made his way to where Kagome had been in the next room.

"…she's not here…"

"WHAT!? Then where the hell is she??"

"Uh, Yash, you've got the detective skills, so leave me outta this. I'll wait here."

"Aw damn. I hope she didn't go upstairs."

~*~Two minutes later~*~

`She looks so…peaceful…I'd hate to wake her up. But she's the one that wants to find her little friend, and I've got to tell her I'm going to live in her house for now.' Inuyasha sighed wistfully at the task at hand. She looked so much like…no, he wouldn't bring her up. Sighing, he let his thoughts drift to his past girlfriend, Kikyo.

She had been so kind. Always helping the kids at the homeless shelters, being a foster parent for so many kids. Then that whole thing happened where some evil dude that looked like a monkey, literally, had murdered her because she didn't love him. Damn kitsune youkai. Or was he just evil? Inuyasha didn't particularly care. This had happened well over 10 years ago, when he was just a teenager. But he still couldn't doubt the fact that this girl looked so much like Kikyo. Granted, Kikyo held a more elegant pose, but this girl was more proud, held herself with dignity. Kikyo may have been a full figured woman, but this…Kagome…she held something about her that Kikyo had never had, something Kikyo could never have attained. He was awakened by his thoughts by a soft moan, and he turned his attention to the girl in his bed. She rolled onto her back, and yawned, stretching and kicking Inuyasha in the process.

"OI BITCH! YOU'D BETTER WATCH IT!" Inuyasha yelped.

"Just WHO are you calling a *yawn* bitch, dog?" Kagome retorted.

"YOU…huh? Dog? Where'd you get that from?"

"The characters on your tough-guy biker gloves, dumb ass."

"Bit- Uh, I, uh, I just came you get you. Miroku and I have something to *er-hem* discuss with you."

"Did you guys finally come to terms?"

"You could say that."

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"WHAT!? Miroku, he can't just stay at my house! What if all of a sudden my mom decides to come over, what then? You know she's the one that bought the house, she can sell it just as quick, and I'm not even up to living on campus all summer," Kagome argued. She didn't seem to like the whole Inuyasha in her house thing.

Inuyasha was starting to get anxious. He could hear the gangs outside getting restless, and he knew it was because of this chick. What was her name? Oh yeah, Kagome. He had tried to be nice to her when she woke up, resisting the urge to call her a bitch on more than one occasion because of his need to leave the house. Obviously it hadn't done much good. She still hated the idea.

"Kagome please! What choice do we have? What choice do you have? You want to help Sango as much as I do, and you know damn well I'd invite him to stay with me, except he wants to stay solitary. Your house is the next best thing I could think of. Can't you tell your mom it's like community service or some kind of psychology assignment or something?" Miroku countered.

"Yeah I could, but why would I? Look around you Miroku. This guy is hardcore. I like my furniture in one piece, okay? Sorry, no offense, but I don't allow dogs in my house. Nice knowing you, buh-bye. Come on Miroku, I'm outta here," Kagome said angrily.

Inuyasha rose from his seat on the black sofa, growling in a low tone. Miroku heard this and checked him on it. "Look Yash, no need to blow your spot up if you don't have to help. I'm real sorry about wasting this time like this; I know you got things to do. See you around, then," Miroku sighed, dusting off his black jeans and yellow shirt. `I look like a damn bee. Even my boots are yellow, dammit! I have got to change when I get home. I really thought Yash would help. Oh well.' Miroku, after making sure Inuyasha was calm again, walked out after Kagome.

"Kagome?"