InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Detective Work ❯ Meeting the Detective ( Chapter 2 )
*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! ^_^
Miroku turned around and looked around frantically for his cousin. She wasn't in the car, and there was nobody around. "God-DAMMIT! I KNEW this shit was going to happen." He whirled and slammed his fist on the door. "YASH! YASH, MAN THEY GOT MY COUSIN! I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE `ER, BUT SHE STILL MY COUSIN MAN! I NEED YOUR HELP HERE!" Miroku screamed. He kept pounding on the door, only to find himself pounding air and then Inuyasha's golden eyes staring at him.
"Miroku, you are so gonna owe me," was his only reply.
Sighing, Miroku simply answered, "Whatever. As long as she's still alive when you get her back, assuming you get her back."
"The longer you stand there, the longer it's gonna take to get her back."
Miroku jumped out of the way, and watched as Inuyasha lifted his head and sniffed the air. He smiled, and winked at Miroku's questioning figure. "Hello, Miroku. Did you forget why they didn't accept me in the forensic police force?"
Miroku laughed, and Inuyasha leapt down off the stairs and ran down the street, past kitsune street vendors, hanyou ball players, and youkai mobsters. He ran, following the scent of fear. He ran until the stench clouded his mind, until he thought he couldn't stand it. He ran until it lessoned, and then he stopped running and backtracked. He stood in front of an abandoned factory; the rusted metal doors jammed shut by age and by plywood that was nailed across it. He sorted through scents mentally, only recognizing Kagome's fear. The rest were more of a revenge-like smell, but their owners were difficult to identify. There was one that had been mixed into Kagome's scent, but Inuyasha mostly smelled fear. He slipped around back, looking for a window to look through. Finding a dusty window atop a few old wooden crates, he stepped up; careful to wrap his hair up in a black bandana he always carried with him. With his hair tucked into his cap, he looked almost bald except for a few stray strands that fell across his eyes. He wanted to make sure that his silver hair didn't make any contrast to the darkness in the warehouse.
Inuyasha's eyes quickly adjusted to the murky stillness inside the warehouse. `What the hell? I know she's here, I can smell her. But where is she??' He stayed still, hoping to find some clue so he could find Miroku's lil cousin. `She's not half bad, and she's kind of pretty…in her own, bizarre, bitchy way. What the hell? Why am I thinking of her like this? She's just a new client dammit!' Inuyasha shook his head, and focused on the task at hand. He stared, making his eyes focus slowly. He could start to make out the shapes of two men standing at the front of a door, holding handguns. The door itself seemed to be barred, or barricaded from the inside. He grinned, and prepared himself for some serious hand-to-hand combat. Then he stopped to think about it. `Why in the hell should I just barge in there like I want to get shot to save her?'
`Because ya think she's cute and ya wanna get to know her.'
Damn those little voices in my head to hell, Inuyasha swore silently. Miroku and his little cousin Kagome were going to owe him so bad their grandkids would be in debt. He was starting to recognize the scent of the other demon, and he was none too happy about who it was.
"Of all demons, it just had to be Koga."
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Kagome's eyes opened slowly, and found herself staring into her lap. She also realized she was very much without clothes, except for her undergarments. She lifted her head, and she groaned her annoyance when she saw a familiar face staring right back at her.
"For god's sakes, Koga, what the hell do you want? I told you once, and I'll tell you again, I will not date your fucking monkey ass brother, okay?"
"Aw, now, Kagome, who said anything about dear Naraku? He just wanted to tell you how much he's missed hanging around you and Sango. Which, by the way, reminds me of his message."
"What did the bastard say?"
"Tsk, tsk, Kagome. You mustn't be so impatient with such crucial information. However, I'll make an exception just for you. *Er-hem* and I quote, `Kagome, taking your friend was quite the surprise, seeing as how I expected you there instead of her. However, I took her nonetheless, and I believe this is the second time payback's been a bitch to her. I look forward to seeing you soon, seeing as how failure to cooperate will bring death to your dearest friend. Tah-tah, now. Hugs and kisses, Naraku.'" Koga ended the speech with a sloppy bow, and looked up at Kagome with a wolfy grin.
"My brother also said I could have a piece of his future bitch, so as soon as I'm done arranging security and a cozy lil' room, I'll be back for you."
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Inuyasha's temper flared as he heard Koga talking from behind a large crate. The security guards? Psh, yeah right. Stupid guards couldn't even pull the safeties off their own damn guns! Inuyasha had a ball hitting their pressure points and paralyzing them. No talkie, no walkie, no shootie. One, two, and three. Easy as hell. But hearing Koga talking about bedding Kagome made him angry. No one took his client and lived to tell! He was trying to get paid here, man! So as quickly as he made his way in, he picked the lock to the heavy door, which really wasn't barricaded, and found himself facing one almost-naked-very-flushed woman tied to a chair.
"Look what we've found behind door one, Johnny!"
"Inuyasha, I swear to god, leave me alone."
"Aw now, see, is that how you treat your hired bodyguard?"
"I never hired you."
"But I bet you wish you did!"
"Rot in hell."
"Sorry toots, it's too hot down there. Now what do you say we split this joint?"
Kagome sneered at him, believing that he was here for part of the `action' that Koga was trying to cook up.
Speaking of the devil, Koga decided to show up.
Koga's eyes grew wide as he snarled his displeasure of having to be in the same room as Inuyasha. Inuyasha, feeling quite the same way, decided to show his disdain by baring his fangs and flexing his claws. Koga noticed the black bandana wrapped around Inuyasha's head, and smirked. Faking a blow to his stomach, Koga reached up and snatched Inuyasha's bandana from his head, causing his silver hair to cascade down his shoulders and back.
Also causing two silver, cute, furry little dog ears to pop up as a result of being kept down so long.
Kagome gasped.
"H-he's a demon??"
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Inuyasha mentally smacked himself for not catching that stupid grin the wolf had put on before faking the blow. He hadn't even had time to make sure to keep his ears against his head. Realizing this, he shot a look at Kagome, whose eyes were wide open and mouth gaping. `Ugh, now I'm really screwed. At least before I had a chance of convincing her. What person wants a half-demon living in their richly kept mansion? Great. Koga's really gonna pay this time.' Inuyasha stared at Koga, who was enjoying the look on Kagome's face.
Inuyasha went in for the kill. "Oi, Koga, when are you going to learn to keep your eyes on your opponent?"
Koga turned to look at him, but only caught a glimpse his silver hair before he hit the floor.
Inuyasha chuckled. He was always such an easy target. He turned to Kagome, who was now gritting her teeth and trying to untie the ropes around her wrists. Inuyasha walked over to her, and took out a pocket knife. Looking very carefully at the knife, he decided against threatening her into letting him stay at her house, and sighed. He carefully cut the ropes around her wrists, then worked on the ones on her ankles. He stood and waited for her to get up.
She looked at him, then down at her waist.
He rolled his eyes and leaned down again to cut the rope around her hips and waist. `Koga really wanted to keep her in the damn chair, huh?' he thought. As he finished cutting the rope, he noticed her smooth, cream colored skin…`Ack! What the hell! Where did that come from??' Inuyasha sweat-dropped and quickly stood up. He walked to the other side of the room, and tossed Kagome her clothes, keeping his back to her the whole time. Kagome stood shakily; her legs were asleep. `Damn, of all people to help me, it had to be him. And he's a demon! No wonder they didn't accept him into any of those high and mighty police forces. I wouldn't hire him either. Shit, now I probably owe him my life, because I know Naraku's sick-ass was going to kill me after he was done with me. I have to admit, he did help though. Damn, now I really gotta think on this.' Kagome straightened up and put on her leather pants, her top, and her boots. `I gotta get out of these damn clubbin' clothes too. Now that I think about it, I probably look like a slut. Great first impression for the beautiful stranger, Kagome. Whua!? What am I thinking? Oh yeah, I'm thinking he's cute, and that he just saved my life…too bad he was such a jerk.' Kagome sighed as she walked past Inuyasha, ignoring him and making her way out the door. Inuyasha turned, agitated, but followed at a more casual pace. He wanted to see what would happen when she went out the front door of the building.
As expected, he heard a sharp scream as soon as she walked out the door.
Inuyasha shook his head, and quickened his pace. He got to the door just in time to catch Kagome's retreating form. He held her by the waist, and, being taller than her, growled over her head at the circle of oni that was trying to get at her. They all retreated, except for a few that wanted to press their luck. Inuyasha bared his fangs, and the few that had stayed slunk away, glaring at him with crimson eyes from the cover of the shadows.
Kagome was still getting over the initial shock when she realized Inuyasha was holding her waist. She waited patiently for him to let her go now that the danger was gone, but he wouldn't loosen his grip. Kagome started thinking, `What is he doing? Why doesn't he let me go? Nani?? He's sniffing me!! Wha…??' Kagome pushed against Inuyasha's body, stumbling as his grip loosened. She turned to look at him, and saw him with a shocked look on his face. He shook his head, and Kagome saw that he was embarrassed. She barely heard him apologize.
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The whole way back to Inuyasha's place was relatively quiet, neither of them knowing what to say. As they approached, Inuyasha stopped by his front door while Miroku caught Kagome and gave her a warm hug. Miroku looked at Inuyasha, and told Kagome to wait in the car. Kagome smiled weekly and mumbled a `thank you' to Inuyasha, then made her way to the car, locking it when she was inside. Miroku turned to face Inuyasha.
"Inuyasha, what's up? What's with that down-and-out look?"
"She knows, Miroku. She found out."
"I'm sure she won't care-"
"Doesn't matter. I'm just a demon in her eyes. Later."
"Alright, later man."
Miroku turned away and walked to his car, watching Kagome through the windshield. He was surprised when he saw Kagome come out with a sheet of paper in her hand, running towards Inuyasha's door. He turned as she passed him, and watched her as she knocked on his front door. `What is she doing?' he thought.
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Kagome breathed heavily as she knocked on the door. When she heard Inuyasha's footsteps and him unlocking the door, she shoved the note in his hands as soon as he opened the door. As soon as she was sure he had it, Kagome turned and raced back to the car. When she reached the car, she jumped in to find Miroku giving her a curious look. Kagome looked at him, and left the unasked question unanswered.
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Inuyasha stared after the girl, wondering what in the seven hells was wrong with her and what was up with that weird-ass smile she gave him. Then he remembered the piece of paper she had given him. After he watched Miroku and his cousin drive away, he locked his door again and headed to his bedroom.
After climbing the narrow staircase to his room, he lay down across his bed and opened the crumpled piece of paper. He gasped.
"Oh shit."
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Miroku paced the floor of Kagome's campus apartment. They had just gotten back from checking on Sango again, and Kagome had given herself the task of cleaning the dorm room. So far she had gotten all the torn and bloody sheets into black garbage bags, reorganized everything that had been flipped or thrown, and swept up the pieces of glass that were scattered here and there. Miroku was still curious about what was written on the piece of paper his cousin had given Inuyasha, and so decided to call him. He stepped outside the door to the room, made sure the door clicked behind him, and pulled out his cell phone. The conversation went something like this:
<Ring, Ring>
*Hello?*
"Hey, it's me. Oi, just a question, but-"
*Lemme guess. You wanna know what was on the paper she gave me?*
"Uh, yeah, basically, if you wouldn't mind."
*Jeez Miroku. You should have been a journalist, always gotta be in somebody business. If you really wanna know-*
"Ya I do, really."
*-she gave me her phone number and an address. To where, I have no clue, but I'm gonna check it out.*
"What was the address? Maybe I can help, you know."
*You prolly could. Lemme see, it was…oh, it was 1390 Kyoto Ave., near a beach somewhere.*
Miroku chuckled lightly into the phone.
"Oi, Inuyasha, that's the address for her house, the one I told you about that she visited like once a month. I think she changed her mind about letting you stay there. Now all you have to do it stop being such a jerk around her and maybe she'll just fall into your arms-"
*Shut the hell up. I have to pack. Peace out.*
"Yeah, yeah. Alright, bye."
Miroku shook his head as he reopened the door to Kagome's room.
He found himself face to face with her, and the expression she wore was somewhere between annoyed, curious, and tired. Not a very good mixture of expressions, Miroku thought. He decided he would just ask what he wanted.
"Why did you change your mind?"
Kagome shook her head. She stared at the floor. She sighed, and then looked back up at him.
"Because he helped me, and because now I know who hurt Sango, and I wouldn't have gotten away in one piece without him."
Miroku scratched his head, thinking intently.
"Are you sure those are the only reasons?"
Kagome turned her back on him when he asked this so he wouldn't see the blush creeping across her cheeks.
"You are a damn pervert, okay? And yes, those are the only reasons, and I don't believe that there should be anymore in business. Now, if you aren't gonna help me finish up, you can go help him pack his stuff up."
Miroku smiled to himself, and turned.
"Oi, Kagome, make sure you lock this door well. I'll be back in four hours."
"Yeah, whatever. I'll see ya later then."
Kagome felt her tension go down a bit when she slid the locks into place. She thought about it, and then shoved a chair under the doorknob, just in case. She went to the window that looked down in the courtyard and closed that too. Naraku was a tricky fella, that he was. She sighed and closed the shades to the window after she was sure they were locked. She looked over her dorm room, and closed her eyes. After considering locking herself in her bedroom, she sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. There wasn't really anything on, so she settled on a documentary on, what else, ancient Japan. The historian had started talking about how Shinto was developed when Kagome felt her eyelids get heavy. The television screen started to get blurry, and soon Kagome was asleep on her couch, the TV droning on about ancient Japanese bloodlines and medicinal cures.
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"Miroku! What the fuck do you think you're doing putting that crap in my box!? I tol' you, the only thing I'm takin' is my bedroom set, aight??"
"So you're gonna walk around my cousin's house with her silverware?"
"Miroku, stop being sucha dick and help me out here, damn."
"Aight, aight, calm down now." Miroku chuckled lightly. He took out the rag-tag assortment of silverware he had placed in the box and replaced it with the sheets from Inuyasha's bed. The pillows were already in the car, and the mattress was on its way to Kagome's summer house. Of course, there was still the matter of his wardrobe, and Inuyasha didn't trust Miroku with his clothes. Hell, he barely trusted the lecher with his blankets. Miroku was a prankster, and never one to be caught without a wandering hand around a group of good-looking women. After finishing his packing, Inuyasha stretched out and cracked his back, and let out a huge yawn.
"Oi, so why did she change her mind?"
"She loves ya, bro."
"Jackass. No, seriously though."
"Because she owes you her life. Isn't that enough of a reason?"
Inuyasha thought about this, and decided that damn straight that was reason enough to give him a new home.
`Ha, and maybe if I'm lucky she'll like my demon side. Feh, yeah, and maybe if I'm lucky cows will start shitting chocolate bars.'