Disclaimer: Do I own Inuyasha? . . .According to my sources, apparently I don't.
Author's Note:
Yvonne: Fwee! My first ficcie! [bows] Now you may applaude!
[crickets chirping]
Bakhu (my best friend): [snort] No one is applauding, stupid!
Yvonne: [sweatdrops] I'm being SARCASTIC, idiot!
Bakhu: Isn't it strange that our friendship is made out of insults?
Yvonne: Well, isn't that obvious?
Crickets: [chirp chirp]
Yvonne: Sorry, but I have to make alot of changes to the series to make it all fit with the plot. It's the modern age now, there is no Shikon no Tama (sorry!), Inuyasha/Kagome, Miroku/Sango, Inuyasha still has a family and Sesshoumaru is his *brotherly* brother, not the evil, twisted mutant (sorry Sesshoumaru bashers!), Kikyou does not exsist (yeah!), and let me make this clear - Inuyasha still IS a hanyou, but it's NOT the feudual age. He does not have all his superhuman abilities and all, but he still can fight, with a sword. But NOT the Tetsusaiga (you'll see later!). Miroku doesn't have his hellhole, and Sango's boomerang doen't appear throughout the story.
Bakhu: That's alot of changes you made. . .
Yvonne: Well SOR-RY! Now, let's start the fic!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kagome had a bad day. She flunked a big test, got in a huge argument with her friend, lost a form her parents were suppose to sign for an upcoming feildtrip ("Otherwise you shall have to stay in class doing work, Miss Higurashi."), forgot her lunch money and gym uniform, had her locker broken into (someone stole her small magnetic mirror), tripped over the top sted when she went up to the podium to give her speech, and missed the bus. Things weren't exactly looking better.
She entered the shrine, went into the kitchen, and got a glass of milk. Plopping herself down into a seat, she glanced at her boyfriend from the rim of her glass. He was flicking idly through a magazine without much enthusiasm, and didn't look up as she entered.
Practically throwing her backpack to the floor, Kagome watched Inuyasha from the corner of her eye as she began unloading a mound of homework.
"What are you looking at?"
Kagome smiled. She had gotten his attention.
"You, silly. What does it look like?"
Inuyasha frowned. "I can't really look, seeing as I'm staring at this magazine."
Kagome giggled. Maybe things WOULD get better. Light was starting to shine on her gloomy day.
Then she glanced down at a math worksheet she had to complete.
"Find the tangent of a circumference of a circle with a radius of 4.683 divided by the area of a triangle with an perimeter of 17.2087% square rooted twice? What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
Forget shining light. The gloom was here again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
An hour later of rubbing temples, glaring at worksheets and workbooks, doing outragious calculations, reading and rereading passages, and throwing homework to the floor, Kagome finally struggled through. "Done?" Inuyasha said, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes," Kagome said bitterly. "By the way, what are you reading?"
"Shonen Jump," Inu said without interest. "Last week's."
"Oh," Kag muttered. Inuyasha loved Shonen Jump, but Kagome could only afford the monthly delivery ones. Weekly subscribtion didn't get along too well with her budget. It was a week ago that Inu had discovered the new issue, and devoured it almost instantly, tossed it to one side, and begged for more.
"C'mon, Inu. Let's go to my room."
"Fine with me. . . "
But the moment Kag's foot touched the hall outside the kitchen, the phone rang, making Kag jump about a foot into the air.
Inuyasha's hand was about to reach the receiver, when Kagome snatched it out of his hand. "Gimme that," she said. "Hello, this is the Higurashi residence. Kagome speaking."
"Kagome?" buzzed the voice at the other end. "This is detective Kouga. We've got another case. . . A serial killer has sniped off three people. One right here in Tokyo, one in Kawasaki and another in Funabashi. All three victims seem to have a very strange connection. . . We need you at headquarters as soon as possible. Bring that Inuyasha guy along if you want, or that other girl and boy. I don't care, just please hurry!"
"Okay, sir. I'm on my way." Then Kagome slammed down the receiver, picked it up again, and began dialing another number.
If you must know, Kagome is a Private Eye detective. She was one of the best in the academy. The elite. And only the elite make it as Private Eyes. Her friend Sango was another detective, but she was an amatuer. She had just started the academy.
And then, a block away, in Sango's living room, the phone rang.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
BRRRRRRRRRRRRING!!!
Sango was reclined on the couch, sketching a bowl of fruit.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRING!!!
She frowned at the phone, and went to pick it up before the third 'BRRRRRRRRRRRING!!!'.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Sango! How are ya?"
"Oh, hi Kagome! I'm doing great!"
"Listen, I've got another case. Will you come along with me and Inuyasha? Please?" There was a definite note of urgency in her voice. Sango looked back resentfully at the bowl of fruit, and then said, "Ummmm."
"C'mon, hurry! I won't take 'Ummmm' as an answer, you know that!"
"Oh, all right. See you at the headquarters then. Bye."
"Great! Thanks a bunch! Bye, Sango," Kagome said, her voice falsely cheery again.
And the line went dead.
Sango hung up, the desicion still floating vaguely in her mind. "Miroku!" she called, trundling up the stairs.
Miroku (AKA Sango's boyfriend) was lying in Sango's bed, channel surfing with the remote control. "Hey," he said. "Are you done with your still life yet? It's been-" (he checked his watch) "-30 minutes."
"I don't care how long it takes," Sango said, throwing open her closet doors and putting up her jacket. She observed her reflection in the wall mirror rather critically, smoothing out her hair and the creases in her flares. "And no, I'm not done. We've got a case, Miroku. Kagome didn't give me the details. . . We were just suppose to meet her at the headquarters."
By then Miroku's interest had perked. "Really?" He turned the TV off and began down the stairs.
Sango checked the mirror one last time and then raced down after him, panting. He was already at the front door when she got downstairs.
"Really, Miroku." She glared at him icily. "We've got alot of better things to do besides running amuck in the city trying to solve a mystery. But Kagome's my friend, and that's what friends are for."
"Running amuck in the city trying to solve a mystery, eh?" Miroku threw back his head to glance at the clear blue sky. "We'd better hurry, Sango. Don't want Kag and Inu fretting there dear heads off when we're late. Come on, I'll get a Taxi for us."
He stuck his thumb out in the road. When a yellow cab approached, he shouted, "Taxi! Oh, Taxi!"
The taxi stopping in front of him. He opened the door and Sango got in first, then Miroku. "My name is Hojo," the Taxi driver said. He was a young-looking man with sandy brown hair and broad shoulders. "Where to, sir?"
"Eh? Oh, um. . . To the detective headquarters, please."
"All right then, sir," Hojo said, polite as ever.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The cab ride was relatively short. "How much will that be, mister Hojo?" Sango asked as they got out.
"Hmmm. . . Let's see. 350 yen, please."
"Okay, then," Sango said, fishing the amount from her purse. "And there's an extra ten yen in there as your tip. Thank you mister Hojo. Thank you."
"Uh, have a nice day!" Miroku added awkwardly.
"Well, here we are," Sango said, looking up a towering white building. "The detective headquarters."
"Right," said Miroku. "Here to solve another case."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yvonne: There! All done! For those who don't know, 350 yen is not very much, compared to US dollars and such.
Bakhu: . . .Where is Kawasaki and Funabashi?
Yvonne: Glad you brought that up! There are both neighboring cities to Tokyo. There all very close together. . . only about 10 miles apart.
Bakhu: Well, that works.
Yvonne: And sorry about the short chapter! I'll try to update as soon as possible! [bows]
Bakhu: Well at least this is getting interesting!
Yvonne: Really? Thanks! [hugs Bakhu]
Bakhu: MMMMMMMPH!! [gags]
Yvonne: And remember to R&R, people! Until the next chapter, bye for now! [waves]
Bakhu: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Author's Note:
Yvonne: Fwee! My first ficcie! [bows] Now you may applaude!
[crickets chirping]
Bakhu (my best friend): [snort] No one is applauding, stupid!
Yvonne: [sweatdrops] I'm being SARCASTIC, idiot!
Bakhu: Isn't it strange that our friendship is made out of insults?
Yvonne: Well, isn't that obvious?
Crickets: [chirp chirp]
Yvonne: Sorry, but I have to make alot of changes to the series to make it all fit with the plot. It's the modern age now, there is no Shikon no Tama (sorry!), Inuyasha/Kagome, Miroku/Sango, Inuyasha still has a family and Sesshoumaru is his *brotherly* brother, not the evil, twisted mutant (sorry Sesshoumaru bashers!), Kikyou does not exsist (yeah!), and let me make this clear - Inuyasha still IS a hanyou, but it's NOT the feudual age. He does not have all his superhuman abilities and all, but he still can fight, with a sword. But NOT the Tetsusaiga (you'll see later!). Miroku doesn't have his hellhole, and Sango's boomerang doen't appear throughout the story.
Bakhu: That's alot of changes you made. . .
Yvonne: Well SOR-RY! Now, let's start the fic!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kagome had a bad day. She flunked a big test, got in a huge argument with her friend, lost a form her parents were suppose to sign for an upcoming feildtrip ("Otherwise you shall have to stay in class doing work, Miss Higurashi."), forgot her lunch money and gym uniform, had her locker broken into (someone stole her small magnetic mirror), tripped over the top sted when she went up to the podium to give her speech, and missed the bus. Things weren't exactly looking better.
She entered the shrine, went into the kitchen, and got a glass of milk. Plopping herself down into a seat, she glanced at her boyfriend from the rim of her glass. He was flicking idly through a magazine without much enthusiasm, and didn't look up as she entered.
Practically throwing her backpack to the floor, Kagome watched Inuyasha from the corner of her eye as she began unloading a mound of homework.
"What are you looking at?"
Kagome smiled. She had gotten his attention.
"You, silly. What does it look like?"
Inuyasha frowned. "I can't really look, seeing as I'm staring at this magazine."
Kagome giggled. Maybe things WOULD get better. Light was starting to shine on her gloomy day.
Then she glanced down at a math worksheet she had to complete.
"Find the tangent of a circumference of a circle with a radius of 4.683 divided by the area of a triangle with an perimeter of 17.2087% square rooted twice? What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
Forget shining light. The gloom was here again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
An hour later of rubbing temples, glaring at worksheets and workbooks, doing outragious calculations, reading and rereading passages, and throwing homework to the floor, Kagome finally struggled through. "Done?" Inuyasha said, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes," Kagome said bitterly. "By the way, what are you reading?"
"Shonen Jump," Inu said without interest. "Last week's."
"Oh," Kag muttered. Inuyasha loved Shonen Jump, but Kagome could only afford the monthly delivery ones. Weekly subscribtion didn't get along too well with her budget. It was a week ago that Inu had discovered the new issue, and devoured it almost instantly, tossed it to one side, and begged for more.
"C'mon, Inu. Let's go to my room."
"Fine with me. . . "
But the moment Kag's foot touched the hall outside the kitchen, the phone rang, making Kag jump about a foot into the air.
Inuyasha's hand was about to reach the receiver, when Kagome snatched it out of his hand. "Gimme that," she said. "Hello, this is the Higurashi residence. Kagome speaking."
"Kagome?" buzzed the voice at the other end. "This is detective Kouga. We've got another case. . . A serial killer has sniped off three people. One right here in Tokyo, one in Kawasaki and another in Funabashi. All three victims seem to have a very strange connection. . . We need you at headquarters as soon as possible. Bring that Inuyasha guy along if you want, or that other girl and boy. I don't care, just please hurry!"
"Okay, sir. I'm on my way." Then Kagome slammed down the receiver, picked it up again, and began dialing another number.
If you must know, Kagome is a Private Eye detective. She was one of the best in the academy. The elite. And only the elite make it as Private Eyes. Her friend Sango was another detective, but she was an amatuer. She had just started the academy.
And then, a block away, in Sango's living room, the phone rang.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
BRRRRRRRRRRRRING!!!
Sango was reclined on the couch, sketching a bowl of fruit.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRING!!!
She frowned at the phone, and went to pick it up before the third 'BRRRRRRRRRRRING!!!'.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Sango! How are ya?"
"Oh, hi Kagome! I'm doing great!"
"Listen, I've got another case. Will you come along with me and Inuyasha? Please?" There was a definite note of urgency in her voice. Sango looked back resentfully at the bowl of fruit, and then said, "Ummmm."
"C'mon, hurry! I won't take 'Ummmm' as an answer, you know that!"
"Oh, all right. See you at the headquarters then. Bye."
"Great! Thanks a bunch! Bye, Sango," Kagome said, her voice falsely cheery again.
And the line went dead.
Sango hung up, the desicion still floating vaguely in her mind. "Miroku!" she called, trundling up the stairs.
Miroku (AKA Sango's boyfriend) was lying in Sango's bed, channel surfing with the remote control. "Hey," he said. "Are you done with your still life yet? It's been-" (he checked his watch) "-30 minutes."
"I don't care how long it takes," Sango said, throwing open her closet doors and putting up her jacket. She observed her reflection in the wall mirror rather critically, smoothing out her hair and the creases in her flares. "And no, I'm not done. We've got a case, Miroku. Kagome didn't give me the details. . . We were just suppose to meet her at the headquarters."
By then Miroku's interest had perked. "Really?" He turned the TV off and began down the stairs.
Sango checked the mirror one last time and then raced down after him, panting. He was already at the front door when she got downstairs.
"Really, Miroku." She glared at him icily. "We've got alot of better things to do besides running amuck in the city trying to solve a mystery. But Kagome's my friend, and that's what friends are for."
"Running amuck in the city trying to solve a mystery, eh?" Miroku threw back his head to glance at the clear blue sky. "We'd better hurry, Sango. Don't want Kag and Inu fretting there dear heads off when we're late. Come on, I'll get a Taxi for us."
He stuck his thumb out in the road. When a yellow cab approached, he shouted, "Taxi! Oh, Taxi!"
The taxi stopping in front of him. He opened the door and Sango got in first, then Miroku. "My name is Hojo," the Taxi driver said. He was a young-looking man with sandy brown hair and broad shoulders. "Where to, sir?"
"Eh? Oh, um. . . To the detective headquarters, please."
"All right then, sir," Hojo said, polite as ever.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The cab ride was relatively short. "How much will that be, mister Hojo?" Sango asked as they got out.
"Hmmm. . . Let's see. 350 yen, please."
"Okay, then," Sango said, fishing the amount from her purse. "And there's an extra ten yen in there as your tip. Thank you mister Hojo. Thank you."
"Uh, have a nice day!" Miroku added awkwardly.
"Well, here we are," Sango said, looking up a towering white building. "The detective headquarters."
"Right," said Miroku. "Here to solve another case."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yvonne: There! All done! For those who don't know, 350 yen is not very much, compared to US dollars and such.
Bakhu: . . .Where is Kawasaki and Funabashi?
Yvonne: Glad you brought that up! There are both neighboring cities to Tokyo. There all very close together. . . only about 10 miles apart.
Bakhu: Well, that works.
Yvonne: And sorry about the short chapter! I'll try to update as soon as possible! [bows]
Bakhu: Well at least this is getting interesting!
Yvonne: Really? Thanks! [hugs Bakhu]
Bakhu: MMMMMMMPH!! [gags]
Yvonne: And remember to R&R, people! Until the next chapter, bye for now! [waves]
Bakhu: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!!