InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Settling the Score ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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Reference:

“Talking”

`Thinking'

 

Settling the Score

 

Chapter four

 

“Maybe you should go to Europe he says… Or maybe to America… Maybe you shut up and let me live my life!”

 

A white haired young demon grumbled all the way down the street to his parked bike.

 

“Stupid Sesshoumaru…”

 

Inuyasha had had enough of people telling him what to do, what to wear or where to go. He was no longer the little push-over kid that got the blame for something he wasn't responsible for. Those two years spent in prison did plenty for his demon nature. He's become stronger, more confident and he'd become one stubborn bastard. He had sworn worst than a black sailor at the prison guard who delivered the news that he was being let out on parole. Apparently they had new leads on who the actual responsible was for the terror attack on a family shrine a few years back.

 

At that point he was the happiest he could be. He's been a free man walking for several months now, yet that happiness didn't last as long for he still felt the chains that were attached to his hands and feet drag him down along the way.

 

He reached his baby, grabbed his helmet and settled on his bike. A police car pulled up behind me. Inuyasha frowned. Were they after him again for the latest attack? He was seriously getting tired of this. He's shown his disapproval last time. Did they want another dose?

 

Used to it by now, he unsaddled and turned to face the approaching cop. He stared in silence and waited for the other to begin.

 

“Sir, if you could kindly let us escort you to the main office; we have a few questions we'd like to ask.”

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Of course they did. They would ask the same questions, he'd give the same answers and he had no-one to confirm his alibi, keeping him a main suspect in the murders. It didn't matter what he said, though. All the cops were waiting for was his confession.

 

Not bothering to waste his breath, he just nodded and straddled his bike once more. He put his helmet on and didn't wait for the officers to show him the way.

 

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He didn't know why he kept doing this. It was truly pointless, a pure misuse of precious time. Miroku sat patiently waiting for their suspect to show up. Someone had mentioned Inuyasha Hashi during a meeting. Considering he was the only one who managed to walk out of a conversation with the tempered target without getting hurt, he was named responsible to drag the truth out of the young man.

 

Miroku leaned back on his chair, pushed the palms of his hands to his eyes, passed his fingers through his hair and settled back with his hands interlinked at the back of his head. If last time was anything to go by, this was going to be another dangerous interrogation session he was definitely not looking forward to.

 

From previous experience, Miroku had learned enough about Inuyasha to guesstimate just what the young hanyo was capable of. He had certainly proven he could fight and certainly kill if the need be. Nonetheless, he has never shown any kind of magic behind his movements. Whoever this assassin is, they had all come to the conclusion that this person knows how to use some kind of sorcery. So where did the boy fit in all this, he could not figure out.

 

The officer was brought out of his thoughts as the door to the interrogation room opened. In stepped his target for today. Eyes locked, Miroku raised his eyebrows and held a lazy smile as to alleviate the situation, to bring out the humor in the repeated scene. The hanyo simply rolled his eyes while holding his very bored, yet annoyed expression.

 

Inuyasha did not bother to take a seat, nor was he offered one. He just stood by the door and sighed. “I don't know him, I was at home at the time and I was alone.”

 

It was Miroku's turn to roll his eyes. He sat up straighter, wrote down the boy's answers and gathered his papers. Hoping to end this quick and painlessly, Miroku stood and bowed once in respect. “Mr. Hashi, I thank you for your patience. Have a nice day—”

 

“Cut the bullshit, Miroku.” Inuyasha growled low. “How long are you guys gonna keep running after me!?!”

 

“Inuyasha…” In all honesty, Miroku didn't know what to answer. “I…” He thought for a moment longer. By him, he had a huge hunch this guy was innocent, but it was a theory and theories weren't facts. “You are our main suspect here.” He tried to reason. “It was only after your release that the killing started happening. Everyone's got it in their heads that you're out on a revenge spree and after the one who put you in jail.” Miroku could clearly see that the hanyo was not impressed at all, but he did show a bit of acknowledgement. “Look,” he tried to reason again. “This is protocol. So just cooperate for now, do not give a lied confession just to stop these interrogations and we will get to the bottom of this. Alright?”

 

Inuyasha still did not look convinced. He narrowed his eyes as anger gradually took over logic. Were they seriously expecting him to crack and confess? A low menacing growl escaped his lips, but he somehow managed to hold himself back. He wasn't an idiot. He wasn't going to bite their bait. Facing the door, Inuyasha took a forced gulp of air and stormed out of the place.

 

Miroku closed his eyes and release a breath he didn't remember he was holding. The last time Inuyasha was here, he'd made a mess of the place and had to be retained a couple of nights till his brother, Sesshoumaru Hashi, came to bail him out. It was quite a scene and Miroku had never been more frightened for his life. It was a relief that the young man decided not to rip the place apart this time around.

 

Miroku shook his head at the humor behind it. Inuyasha was strong spirited and had too much energy waiting to be used. He just hoped the nineteen year old didn't do anything stupid in a careless rage.

 

xXxXx

 

She was late again. Her teacher just had to hold her back for another late assignment. Why did they do this to her, she could not understand. Yes, it had been years since the incident, but Kagome was constantly reminded with the social worker that was presently waiting for her back at the shrine.

Once a week, some lady comes by to make sure she's not wasting away both her life and her monthly paycheck. She would take an agonizing long time to reprimand her for being late, and then she would go into a rant about how to keep up with today's times, make sure she remembers all the emergency numbers with all the necessary names. The women would check her fridge, freezer and cabinets to insure Kagome got herself real food. She would give her a medical check-up once a month and a complete one twice a year.

 

She was almost there. She just had to cross the street and run another two blocks. She reached the corner and didn't bother to check for traffic. It was usually quiet at these times. This time was different though. Kagome stopped part way, her eyes widening and her heart no longer beating. The only sound echoing in her head was the screeching of tires on cement desperately trying to stop before it's too late. The impact never came as the motorcycle stopped just short of hitting her.

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

 

Kagome was snapped out of her stupor. A rather handsome man with striking golden eyes stood before her inspecting her for any harm while all she did was stare. He looked familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. The man's voice increased in volume, finally breaking through to her.

 

“Hey!” It was obvious he was not in a good mood and she wasn't helping either. “Hey! You still in there?”

 

Kagome shook her head. “Yes! Yes.” She took a shaky breath and stepped back as though the space would help her get her bearings again. “Geeze, I'm so sorry.” She blurted out, looking at everything but him. “I wasn't looking and I—”

 

A slight beeping noise interrupted her. Attached to her bag, a pager was buzzing and vibrating. Forgetting she had an audience, she verified the number. Kagome's eyes widened again as the flashing digits reminded her why she was running across the street in the first place.

 

“Just perfect!” she cried out. Ignoring the man that almost ran her over and not hearing his rude comment about crazy bitches, Kagome made a mad dash for home. She wasn't just late anymore, she was behind schedule. She was definitely getting reprimanded for this.

 

`Oh joy…' she thought. She just couldn't wait.

 

xXxXx

 

A woman in her early thirties stood by the main entrance. Her black hair was held in a tight bun with two chopsticks holding them in place. Her piercing brown eyes held fatigue in them. However, if looks could kill, the young lady before her would have been six feet under the moment she walked through the main door.

 

“You are three hours late, young miss.” A rich feminine sound escaped her refined lips as she admonished the teenager. “You should have been home at least an hour before I got here. That would have been… approximately two hours ago! What must I say or do to get this through to you? You are a young women, an easy target, a miko in training, and living on your own. You need to be on time and alert. Don't make me regret not putting you into an adoption agency.”

 

“Spare me!” Kagome just couldn't take it anymore. “I'm not a child and I'm not a charity case. I don't need your help!”

 

“Don't you raise your voice at me girl.” The social worker, Miss Yokuhana, scolded. “You are my responsibility. I'm the one who listened to you cry late at night because you had another nightmare; I'm the one who's helped you through these past few years; I'm the one who told the center you weren't a hopeless case that needs a guardian.” The woman was mad and looked just about ready to give up. “I can't count the number of times I've got calls from your teachers complaining about your attitude in class or about the fact that you are late in every one of your assignments.” Miss Yokuhana sighed. She was tired of this. They always got into some kind of discussion. There could not be one visit where she would come in to see a smiling Kagome who has done everything as she was supposed to. The social worker rubbed her temples as she felt another headache coming along. “Where were you?”

 

Kagome held her head down, her face marred by anger. “At school.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Sensei Haro wanted to talk to me.”

 

“He called me to warn you might be late.” Miss Yokuhana tilted her head as though to see her ward's eyes. “I know how long it takes to get home from your school.” Kagome kept her head lowered. “Either you were sidetracked or you walked extremely slow just to piss me off again.” Raising her head, Miss Yokuhana continued. “Now, will you tell me which it was? Or will I have to start playing the guessing game?”

 

“I got held up at school.” Silence followed Kagome's answer. Keeping her face down, she looked up with her eyes. Miss Yokuhana was expecting more. Kagome rolled her eyes and looked fully away. “My locker wouldn't open.” She continued in annoyance. “Then I almost got ran over for rushing home.” She looked back at the social worker, stubbornness written all over her face. “Happy now?”

 

Miss Yokuhana knew Kagome well enough to know when to stop before things got out of hand. Nodding once, she watched as the young girl grabbed her backpack and ran up the stairs, go straight to her room and slam the door shut.

 

“Well,” thought. “That was interesting.”

 

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A.N.

Here is the fourth chapter. I am sorry for the long wait. I'm just happy I didn't stop writing considering the amount of difficulty I'm going through at this point in my life. Next chap will be up I-don't-know-when considering my broody state at this point.

 

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