Crazy? Not me.

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Chapter 1: All fun and games, until someone gets hurt…

Inuyasha was coming home from first grade. School was... well anyway, he was going home and tell his mom all about his first day. "Mama! I'm home!" he shouted happily, as he set down his backpack.

"Welcome back sweetie, your friend next-door called. He'd like to hang out," Izayoi said back to her son's happy face. "I take your first day went well?"

"It was great! My teacher is so awesome! I made so many friends!" he said in a rush before his mother's words set in. "Oh, Miroku called? Can I go? Please?"

Izayoi seemed to think about it for a minute, but finally she smiled. "Sure dear," she said sweetly as she watched her son bolt outdoors.

Inuyasha knocked about twice before his friend answered the door. "Yo!"

"Hey! How was your first day?" Inuyasha asked.

"Well don't just stand there, come on in," Miroku waved him in and they both plopped down on the couch.

"Awful, you?" the both said simultaneously.

Inuyasha sighed. "I think the teacher has it out for me," he said.

"Ms. Kyoto? Yeah, she's not the easiest teacher in the world… thought I did meet a few friends, you?"

"Nah, everyone called me a freak and stuff for my ears…"

"Tough break,"

"Not really, I'm used to it by now," Inuyasha sighed again.

"So does your mom think it went great too?"

"Yeah, yours?"

"Yup."

They both sighed this time.

"But hey," Miroku started. "What do you say we stop dawdling on this and cheer ourselves up? We can have junk food and video games and tons of movies!"

Inuyasha smiled a bit. "What kind of movies?"

"The best kind: with lots of girls!" Miroku smiled big. "Like Jessica Alba or someone," he finished as he shifted through his movie collection.

Inuyasha shook his head. When he gets older and changes out these movies with porn, I have got to stop watching movies with him. I mean, a six-year-old shouldn't even know what the word "porn" means…

"Here's one!" Miroku called as he put it in the DVD player and went to make popcorn. Inuyasha followed his friend and grabbed chips, corn-puffs, Puffcorn, Doritos, cookies, and anything else he could carry in one trip. The one thing he loved about Miroku's? All the food!

They settled down for their movie, it was The Eye. The one thing he hated about Miroku's? His mom didn't care what he watched, and his best friend loved horror movies. Man, the films he let Miroku drag him into watching usually traumatized him for months…

By the time Miroku's mom got home, the boys were already playing some combat game on his PS2. She waved to Inuyasha before going into the kitchen, probably to start on dinner. Inuyasha always loved Mrs. Houshi's cooking. She made the best lasagna, and she always had ramen in the house.

"Yes! I win again!" Inuyasha shouted before Miroku had him pinned to the ground.

"Oh yeah!? Well you wouldn't win in real life!" he shouted as the boys laughed and tussled.

Inuyasha had Miroku pinned to the ground, but he kicked up and hit Inuyasha in the stomach. Miroku dominated the half-demon and had him pinned to the ground as well. Inuyasha was trying to keep the boy on top of him from dropping the well-oiled spit onto his face. He tried to push Miroku back and finally had the boy pinned below him. Miroku tried to get up, but Inuyasha's grip on him was like steel. The two boys were laughing and struggling against the other in order to achieve victory. That was until they heard…

CRACK!

Miroku's face froze in his laughter as Inuyasha's eyes widened in horror. He jumped off his friend as Mrs. Houshi came running into the room. "What in the world is going on!" she shouted as she scanned the scene in front of her. Inuyasha was frozen to his spot on the ground, and Miroku was crying loudly while holding his arm which looked completely bruised along with others parts of him (such as his face and stuff). She tried her question again, but the hanyou was too stunned to answer, and she couldn't get anything but tears from her own son.

She ran over to Miroku and picked him up. She proceeded to the car and helped her son before stopping Inuyasha. "What happened?" she asked in a more panicky tone than before.

"I-I-I d-dunno! W-we we-er ju-just play-ayin' a-around a-a-and…a-and h-he…and he… w-we were just pl-playin'!" Inuyasha finally managed to stutter out as Mrs. Houshi's eyes widened in shock.

"You did this to my son!?"

"I-I-I-"

"Go home!" she shouted at the hanyou in anger as she jumped in the driver's seat and took off in the direction of the hospital. Inuyasha went bolting back to his house (which didn't take long considering it was next door) and went straight up to his room, avoiding his mother's questions.

Maybe an hour later, he heard the phone ring through his tears. "Hello?" he heard his mother's voice say. He sighed and went back to his sobbing.

***

Her son had come home so early; Izayoi worried herself thinking something had happened. She wanted to give her son a little time to calm down before questioning him though. An hour or so later, as she was going upstairs to have that talk with her son, she heard the phone ring.

"Hello?" she asked as she picked it off the receiver.

"Izayoi! That son of your is awful!" she heard Mrs. Houshi scream on the other end.

Immediately, rage filled Izayoi. "What do you mean!?" she shouted back.

"He broke my little boy's arm!"

Shock silenced the hanyou's mother. Eventually, however, she recovered. "Wha- I'm sure that he didn't-"

"Oh yes he did! I know what you'll say, 'it wasn't on purpose,' but it was! I heard the boys fighting, but I didn't think Inuyasha would actually hurt him! He's in the hospital right now because of what your boy did, and don't think I won't call the police!" Izayoi heard Mrs. Houshi shout before she heard the click of a hung up phone on the other line. Slowly, she set down the phone.

"Inuyasha?" she called softly. It was a few moments before her questioning son came down the stairs slowly.

"Whaddya want?" Inuyasha asked slowly.

"That was…um…Miroku's mom on the phone," she started as Inuyasha's eyes widened a bit. "Turns out her son's arm has been broken. …She said it was you who broke it… is there something you'd like to talk to me about?" she asked as she knelt to the floor, level with her son.

Inuyasha shook his head.

"Baby, I'll understand if it was an accident. You'll have to apologize, just answer me. It was an accident, right?"

Inuyasha still kept his mouth close and his eyes on the floor.

"Inuya-?"

"Look, I don't wanna talk about it, okay!?" Inuyasha yelled as he ran up the stairs and slammed his door close.

At that moment, Inunotaisho came in. "What's going on?" he asked his wife.

"It's Inuyasha, seems Miroku was hurt today. By him," Izayoi said softly.

"Well, I'm sure it was an accident. How serious is it?"

"Broken arm,"

"…"

"I know it was an accident, but he won't talk about it, so if anything happens, I'll have to take side with the only view of the story I know,"

"And that is?"

"Mrs. Houshi's. She's saying that he did it on purpose,"

"I see, well, we'll cross that bridge in a bit. Let him alone for a while, eh?"

"…I suppose," Izayoi resigned and started on dinner.

*The next day*

"Yes? Can I help you?" Izayoi asked as she opened the door. She had been brushing her teeth, just got out of bed, and had been about to wake up Inuyasha when she had heard a knock on the door.

"Police ma'am, we need to have a word with you," the man in front of her said in a deep voice.

"Um…o-of course, come on in," she said as she opened the door a little wider. He and one other man stepped into the living room and she motioned them to take a seat on the couch. "May I offer you some coffee?" she asked trying to make her voice stop shaking.

"No thank you, please have a seat," the other man said.

Izayoi sat down opposite of them as the man she had opened the door to, opened his mouth to begin speaking. "We are here based on the assault charges called in to our station. We are here because of the assault on Miroku Houshi," he began.

An assault is on purpose you dipshit! Izayoi sneered in her mind. "His mother called I presume,"

"We are not on record to display such information."

Meaning of course, that she did, Izayoi thought.

"We are here to confirm it. We know this must put you at a weird place. We know that you would never want to call out your son, but know that if you lie to us in any way, and we find out, you will have to suffer punishments that include prison," the man finished with almost a smug tone.

"I know the consequences. Ask your questions."

"Alrighty then. Now, do you know if your son was truly the one to cause Mr. Houshi's broken appendage?"

Oh, so now they think they're so great because they don't use the word "arm"? Pfft. "I…I do know that he was, but-"

The police officer held up his hand. "Please, 'yes' or 'no' will do. So, I will ask again. Was he the one to cause harm?"

Izayoi ground her teeth. "…Yes."

"And was it intentional?"

"I…I don't know. As far as Mrs. Houshi told me it was, but I haven't gotten me son's side yet,"

"Well, then we'll have to assume that Mrs. Houshi's story is the correct one for now,"

"Don't you think you should ask the patient?"

"I doubt he would want to get his friend in trouble. Too bias that would be,"

"And you don't think believing the mother of the one who got hurt isn't?"

"Look, Mrs. Hongoroshi, we have you, the mother of the instigator, Mrs. Houshi, the mother of the harmed, Miroku, the friend of the instigator, and the suspect. There is no way to be without some bias, but we try not involving kids. However, since you do not know your son's side, we hope you will take some content in the fact that we'll have to ask him his side of the story,"

"…Well, it helps a bit…"

The cop smiled. "Good, so, if you don't mind…"

Izayoi got up and went upstairs into her son's room. About ten minutes later, she came down with a sleepy boy in tow.

"Now then, have a seat Inuyasha, and Mrs. Hongoroshi, you'll have to leave the room," the officer said.

Izayoi just nodded before walking into the kitchen to make some much-needed coffee.

Inuyasha just glared at the police. "What do you guys want?"

"We are here to ask a few questions about your friend,"

"Not interested."

"Inuyasha, we'll leave as soon as you answer these questions. Now then, were you the one to harm young Mr. Houshi?"

Silence.

"Were you the one to harm him, and was it intentional?"

Silence.

"Mr. Hongoroshi, if you do not tell us, we'll have to assume you are the instigator here,"

"Good, then leave," Inuyasha said as he hopped of the couch and went back upstairs.

At that moment, Izayoi came in. "I told you, he won't talk about it."

"Then, I'm sorry Mrs. Hongoroshi, but we'll have to take Mrs. Houshi's word into apply. Your son will be considered the one at fault unless he can come out with his side of the story."

"…And…what will you do?"

"Obviously, since he is so young, we cannot take much legal action. However, I believe this could be nothing more than a mentally imbalanced issue. We would like you to look into maybe some therapy,"

"My son is not mentally imbalanced. I will do no such thing!"

"Then we might have to take things into our own hands. For now, just keep the boy home from school, and try getting out of him what happened. Okay?"

"Fine."

"Good, and have a good day," the officer said as he grabbed his coat and promptly left.

Izayoi glared at the freshly closed door. "Good day my ass…"

***

It had been maybe two days before she was getting another knock at the door. Izayoi had taken the advice. She kept Inuyasha home yesterday and the day before, but she still couldn't get anything out of him. She didn't know what to do, and she was starting to believe herself that maybe something was a bit wrong.

When she opened the door, she had expected to see the policemen again, but instead got people she had never seen before. "Can I help you?" Izayoi asked through the fogginess of her tired mind.

"Hello Mrs. Hongoroshi, we are specialists from the Mental Rehabilitation Center. Can we have a word?"

**Had this idea recently. I already have the next few chapters planned out, but only putting up the first one for now. I know I it's been a while since I last updated my story, but I have this HUGE writer's block. It just won't go away. I have like half the chapter written right now. So if any of you are reading "Childhood Remix," ideas would be helpful. If not (or even if so), tell me what you think, and hopefully I won't get blocked on this one too. 'Til next time!**