InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Turn Around Again ❯ Chapter 1

"Turn Around Again" by Jezunya

This idea suddenly came to me while I was driving to my grandparents' house for my Grandpa's 75th b-day (happy birthday, Grampa!!). Not much happens in this chapter, I guess, but I'll have Ch 2 up shortly, so don't fret. ^_^ And I have no idea where the title came from either (maybe I've been reading Ookami-chan's fic "Turnabout is Fair Play" too much… -_-;) but it just seemed right..

I don't own Inuyasha. I do own this plot, tho n___n

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"No, Miroku. I stopped taking these jobs a long time ago. You of all people should know that," Inuyasha growled down at his hands-free cell phone.

"Aw, come on, Inu! It's been what- three, four years?" his friend's voice came through the speaker, echoes of traffic around him sounding in the background.

"Five." He turned a corner sharply, gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled fists.

"Five, right. Longer than I thought. All the more reason for you to get back out into the world."

"Not like this, Miroku," Inuyasha shook his head, his voice low with pain.

"It won't be like it was before." Inuyasha shook his head again, disgusted, but didn't say anything as he pulled up to the curb. Miroku continued. "Just don't get involved."

Inuyasha suddenly snarled. "'Getting involved' isn't what got Kikyou killed! It was the fucking job!!"

"Yet you haven't done either in the last five years," Miroku replied calmly.

Inuyasha deflated, turning off his car and slouching down in his seat. "I can't do this, Miroku," he whispered thickly.

On the other end of the line, Miroku sighed. "If you don't take the job, the client will find someone else who will," he said gravely. "Think about it." With an audible 'click,' he hung up.

Inuyasha glanced sidelong at the speaker set between the two front seats of his car. He deftly switched it off, in the same motion reaching for the manila folder on the next seat.

Miroku had gotten the job for him and had dropped the information off at his apartment the day before. He thumbed through the files, came to the end of the stack, frowned, and went back to the beginning to shuffle through them again. Documentations and photos of her house, school, usual hangouts… His eyes narrowed when he found what he was looking for: the target's personal profile. He'd missed it a moment ago; he had been looking for a picture attached to the top corner, but here there was only an empty paperclip. He frowned and scanned over the document. Her name, age, school… All the usual information. Why had the picture been removed?

The sound of hurried footsteps drew him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see two figures descending the marble staircase across the street. He laid his ears back almost as an afterthought, hiding them in his unruly silver hair, even as his eyes widened behind his sunglasses.

So that's why there was no picture, he thought numbly.

Kikyou…

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Woohoo!! My first completely AU Fic!! ^__^ I'm so proud of myself!!

R&R please!