Hello everyone! This is a new story that I have wanted to do for a while, and have just gotten around to do it. This is just an idea that I would like to go out on, so read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Never Alone
Chapter One: A Fateful Day
DropofCrimson
In a dark alley on a Saturday night in Chicago, Illinois, two people sit quietly in a red convertible, talking softly. The person in the driver's seat is a man named Jen Taoh, one of the most evil drug lords running an underground drug ring in the dark depths of Chicago. The man in the passenger's seat is James Ken, an undercover agent for Chicago P.D.
James chats quietly with the man, talking about wanting in to the dangerous ring. He waned to make a deal with Jen, saying he could sell a large amount of cocaine for a good million if Jen would let him in. Jen smiled his evil smile, never suspecting anything, which is exactly what James wanted.
Across the road in a gray van sat Investigator Kagome Higurashi, listening in with her team on the conversation that was happening in the car. She narrowed her eyes as she tried to listen to Taoh spill his guts. She needed the location of the drug gang. She put a pair of headphones on and talked into a little microphone. "Come on James, we need that location." She glanced at the little screen that showed the face of Jen from the hidden camera located in James' shirt pocket.
Kagome heard the conversation start to escalate into a yelling match. The team members started to look nervous, some taking off their headphones and getting ready to move in, other's cocking their 9 millimeters and .38's, ready to take Jen out if it got ugly. Kagome raised a hand, trying to calm her team down, while also watching the screen. She watched in horror as she saw Jen take out a gun of his own. It was almost in slow motion. The minute she caught a glimpse of steel she turned and yelled, "Go, move in on Jen!! GO, GO, GO!!!"
Nobody waited a second as the back of the van busted open and the law surrounded the red convertible. Kagome was the last one to slide out of the van. She took out her own gun out of her waistband and pulled the hammer back. Only then did she realize that instead of an undercover operation, this had turned into a nasty hostage situation.
Kagome glared at Jen with all the hatred she could muster, and if looks could kill, Jen would already be six feet under. Jen glared back and yelled, "If you come any closer, I'll blow his brains out, and don't think I won't do it!!" James stared at Kagome wide-eyed, begging with his eyes to get him out of here.
Kagome put down her weapon in surrender and told her team to back up and do the same. Jen opened the driver's side door and dragged James out there with him by his hair, Jen having his gun rest at James' temple the whole time. Kagome watched him with her eyes as he slithered down the sidewalk, grinning an evil grin, knowing he had won.
"You shouldn't have messed with me wench, and now your gonna pay." His eyes danced between James and Kagome, laughing the whole time. Kagome gritted her teeth, her blood boiling at the sight of him. Only one thought went through her mind, 'I am not losing my partner.' Before Jen and James rounded the corner, Kagome pulled a gun from her side holster, and shot two bullets into Jen's left arm; the one holding the deadly revolver. Thankfully, Jen's finger was not on the trigger when Kagome had fired. When Jen screamed in pain, James took the chance and grabbed his right arm from behind and pinned him down.
After Jen was secured, the team went in and handcuffed him. Kagome came up to him while James and another officer dragged him up. She looked him right in the face and said, "I think you're the one who's going to pay."
Jen lunged at her, but James held him back. Jen snarled at Kagome, while she just smirked at him, knowing she had finally brought down the famous drug lord in his mad cocaine spree. Kagome exhaled slowly; nothing like catching a criminal in the dark of night to get the blood going. She smiled slightly as she walked up to James. "Hey, are you alright?"
James looked up at her when he heard the note of concern in her voice. "Of course I am. Build like a rock." He beat his chest like a gorilla to make his point. Kagome smiled in relief.
James had been Kagome's partner ever since she had joined the academy. That was four years ago. Back then, she was a tough 21 year old, and had always wanted to join the force ever since she could remember. All her friends wanted to be doctors, actors, famous writers, or artists, but not her. She had always wanted to be an officer of the law, and always knew that she would be one. James had been in the force for 15 years already, and knew the ropes, so he had decided to take her under his wing. Now four years later, Kagome was one of the top investigators in Chicago, and she was damn proud of it. Now at the age of 25 she had her own apartment, own car, and her own post in the Chicago P.D.
James was now 45 had a wife and three kids. Kagome had been over many times for 4th of July gatherings and Christmas get-togethers. His family was very loving, and made her feel more than welcome. She appreciated that love, since most of her family now lived back in Japan. Kagome was born and raised in Chicago, but her family decided to move to Japan and take care of the family shrine. She missed them, but James and his family made it a little easier.
She walked James to the police car that was carrying Jen to the jailhouse. James put his arm around Kagome's shoulders and gave her a squeeze. "Thanks for saving me tonight Kag's." She smiled at the nickname. "Oh, don't mention it. It's all part of the job." He pouted at her words. "Is that the only reason you save my life?" Kagome rolled her brown honey eyes. "No, I also saved your life because I didn't feel like finding a suitable enough partner for myself." James smiled his crinkled smile. "You can't live without me." He opened the driver's side door of the police vehicle and slid in. Jen glared at the back of his head the whole time. James rolled down the window and stuck his head out. "See you bright and early, Higurashi."
She smiled in her sarcastic way. "Oh yeah, bright and early. And if you even think about calling me with one of your morning wake up calls, I'll pour your good for nothing hazelnut coffee down your Armani pants."
James laughed and drove off toward the station, while Kagome walked the few blocks to her apartment.
Kagome wiped off the steam n her bathroom mirror. She gazed at her reflection; her skin red form a good scrubbing, her ebony hair shiny and clean, and unfortunately, the dark circles underneath her eyes from lack of sleep. She sighed and picked up her brush to comb through her wet hair.
This case with Jen Taoh had taken a lot out of her. But then again, that was with every case. When Kagome was given a new case that was what she ate, slept and breathed. She would put all her strength into one case until it was solved. Many officers called her a crazy workaholic, and that she needed to take a break. Well, she didn't think so. There was just something about putting a criminal behind bars that made her feel incredible. It gave her a feeling that she couldn't explain, but she loved every minute of it.
She picked up that hair dryer and dried her hair until it was completely straight. She walked into her bedroom and put on a baggy shirt and sweatpants and walked back to her kitchen. Her apartment wasn't very big, but it suited Kagome just fine. It was a two bedroom, one bath with a cozy kitchen and nice living room with a coffee table and television set sitting on a good size entertainment center. But there was only one thing that made her decision on choosing this particular apartment, and that was her view.
She had a small balcony with a patio table and chairs that looked out on the bright city lights. She couldn't count the many times she had gone out there to think. Kagome fixed herself a cup of hot tea and slid her balcony door open. She stepped out onto the small ledge, feeling the cold concrete beneath her bare feet. This was her safe haven. Whenever she had problems, she would come out here and ponder over them. Kagome pulled out a plastic chair from underneath the table and sat down with her steaming cup of tea.
As she sipped she thought about the undercover job she had done that evening. She was glad that nothing had happened to James. What James had said was true. She wouldn't have been able to move on without him, with all the things they both had gone through. She had already lost someone special in her life.
Kagome frowned as she thought of her late father.
Her father had been on the force ever since she was born. He would always play around with her and her little brother Souta when he wasn't off doing a case or working routine traffic stops. Kagome took another sip as she thought of that fateful day when her father didn't come home. A day she would never forget.
A twelve-year-old Kagome and a seven-year-old Souta were playing around the beautiful Christmas tree. It was December 24, and the Higurashi family is waiting for the head of the family to come home from work. The two youngest members of the family were ready to open there Christmas Eve presents and to sing carols with their father. He was a little late, but the family did not worry. Since he was the chief investigator, they were used to him being a half an hour late. Unfortunately, this night was not a normal night.
Kagome sat next to the fireplace, looking at the nativity scene. She reached inside the wooden stable and drew out the little baby Jesus, studying his beautiful panted face. She smiled and placed it between her hands and prayed for her father to come home soon.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and both children ran to the door expecting to see their father's smiling face. But they both were disappointed not their father, but another officer at the door, smiling down nervously at the two children. Kagome took a step back with a worried face and yelled to her mother, "Mama, there's someone here to see you." Seeing this police officer standing at her door made Kagome shudder.
Her mother glided through the room with a big smile on her face, until she saw the officer for herself at the door with his hat in his hands, staring at her with sad eyes. Kagome watched her mother wring her hands around the dishtowel she was holding on to like a lifeline. Her mother slowly walked to the door and smiled a nervous smile. "Hello John, what can I do for you?" The named John walked into the foyer, playing with his cap.
"Hello Reina. Merry Christmas." He smiled a small smile. Kagome just wanted him to tell her where her father was so she could go see him. She didn't like this one bit.
"I know its Christmas Eve Reina…but I have some bad news." Kagome's blood ran cold when she heard the words that came out of his mouth. She looked down at her little brother who was playing with his Hot Wheels cars. He suddenly looked up at his big sister, and looked at his mother and saw tears start to fall from her eyes. He slowly got up with his cars still in his little hands and ran to his mother.
"Mama, when is daddy getting home?" That simple question was all his mother could take before she busted out in tears and dropped onto the floor. John reached down and tried to comfort her, while Souta started crying because he didn't know what was going on. Kagome grabbed her brother and took her to her room. Souta quickly grabbed his sister and hugged her. "Kagome, what's going on? Where's daddy?"
Kagome stared down at her little brother, who was so young and didn't deserve to go through this. But then again, neither did she. She looked into her brother's tear stained face while a silent tear rolled down her own check. "Souta…daddy's not coming home tonight." Kagome saw a little gleam of hope in his eyes. "So, he will be coming tomorrow?" Kagome slowly shook her head. "No Souta, he's never coming back."
Souta pushed Kagome away in shock. "No. You're lying!! Daddy is coming back." Kagome grabbed him again when he tried to run away. "No Souta, Daddy is dead. He is never coming back!" Souta stared in her eyes, and then realized that she was telling the truth. "NOOO!!!!" Souta feel in Kagome's arms and Kagome held on to him with all her might. When she squeezed him she realized that she still had the little baby Jesus figurine in her hand. She stared into His perfect porcelain face, and closed her hand back around the baby, and bowed her head and cried. Only one thought came into her head over and over again. 'Why did You take my daddy?'
Kagome wiped away a tear from her cheek and sipped her now lukewarm tea. She found out from her mother that her father had been shot during a routine traffic stop, and was shot four times in the chest. Just because some punk didn't want a speeding ticket, he now has a life sentence. His funeral was two days after Christmas. Throughout the years that followed, Kagome kept asking God why He had taken somebody so precious away from her? She had been so angry for years about her father's death, that when she found out how he had died, she wanted to go out and kill the mad man who had shot her father slowly, very slowly.
Until she realized that all of her anger was not going to bring her father back, and she knew that's not what her father would have wanted. He would have wanted her to be happy in her life. So she asked forgiveness, and God gave it to her, taking her back without any questions.
She smiled at the thought, and turned to look at the old, worn out Bible on the patio table. She placed her cup on the table and slid over to herself. She turned to the first page and read the contents: To Kagome, The Light of my Life. Love Daddy
Even though they came from Japanese decent, her parents embraced the Christian religion and Kagome was thankful for it. Kagome picked up the Bible and brought it inside and placed it in the middle of her coffee table. She had left outside on accident when she was last out there, which was only a few days ago. She lightly traced the letters on the top of the Holy Bible and sighed in contempt. She walked back into the kitchen and rinsed out her dirty teacup and placed it in the drainer. Then, making sure the door was locked, stretched her arms above her head and walked into her bedroom.
She climbed under the Egyptian cotton sheets, a gift from her mother, and set her clock for a disgusting 5:30 in the morning. As she drifted off to sleep, Kagome couldn't help but think, 'I wonder if anything interesting will happen tomorrow?'
