Okay...This chapter is a little fluffy, I'll warn you now. But please read, it will get better I promise!!
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Those Eyes
Chapter One:
It was a dark building. Even on a
sunny day. The bars over the windows
prevented light from
penetrating the inside. The halls were dark and
mysterious, and
the air was cold. She quietly followed the tall man leading
her
through the doors of the Juvenile Hall.
The cold air wrapped
around her exposed legs. She tried to pull her large
uniform
sweater over them, but she did not succeed. She shivered slightly
before he opened a heavy door, revealing a small waiting
room.
The yellow paint tried to provide a comforting
atmosphere; instead it
appeared dull and depressing. The seats
were a cold metal, which did not
warm her up when she took a seat
on one of them.
"He'll be in the visiting area soon, we'll
call you in, in just a moment
ma'am." Said the large man. His
rich voice seemed comforting in this dull
place. She nodded her
head. He walked off and went through a wide door made
of
metal.
She was nervous. The butterflies swirled in her
stomach. It had been so long
since she had last seen him and she
wasn't quite sure what to say.
She twirled her ebony locks
around her finger. She was a pretty girl. She
had wavy hair that
fell to the middle of her back; it was black, dark black.
Her
skin was light, but at the same time she had a tan.
Her other
hand grasped her knee as she waited anxiously. Her warm, brown
eyes
darted to all the corners of her room as she sat silently. Then the
door opened, and the large man came through the door.
It
was almost time, she was going to see him soon, after all this time.
It
had been almost two years, and now she would see him. Her
heartbeat became
faster and she felt warm. Why am I so nervous
to see an old friend? She
asked herself. Maybe it was because
over time he had become more than a
friend to her, but that
didn't matter.
She came here so that he could have some
company. It wasn't like he had
parents who came to visit him,
and his friends…well; they are the reason he
was here in the
first place.
The man took long, slow strides, but he
eventually got to her. "Miss, if you
would follow me to the
visiting area," He held out his large hand to help
her get up.
She took it, her small hand engulfed by his.
She stood up and
dusted off her skirt. She checked her shirt for stains, not
that
she could change anything now. She then followed the man through the
door from which he came.
The next room was as cold as the
last and she couldn't help but shiver once
more. They walked to
another hallway. The doors were made of glass. Inside
each was a
table and four chairs. They were all very intimidating. It was as
if
they wanted to expose you as being guilty of some crime or offense.
She
nervously grasped her hand behind her back and hummed a quiet
tune to
herself.
The man took out a large key chain that
was filled with keys. He picked out
one and unlocked a door to
the side. He walked into the room and she meekly
followed. She
looked around at the glass walls. She could see the end of the
hallway from the inside of the room. She then averted her eyes to
the empty
chair by her feet.
It was metal with an
imitation-leather cushion. She decided it would be
warmer than
the surrounding air, and so she sat down gracefully. She
crossed
her thin legs and looked up at the man. She smiled at him and her
nodded.
He cleared his throat, " You have ten minutes,
and you will be watched." He
sent a suspicious glance to the
figure opposite her and looked down at her
round face again. He
smiled and walked out, leaving the door open.
She pursed her
lips and looked up from the floor. There he is. She told
herself. His golden eyes reflected confusion. She smiled and
waved her hand
slightly.
"Hi." She offered.
He
sat still in his chair. He had been confused enough that someone
actually
came to visit him, especially after two years here, but
he was not expecting
her to come. He realized his mouth had been
hanging open since he first saw
her walking down the hall.
"Why are you here?"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A
clutter of bodies moved through the halls. Talking and laughter
echoed off
the walls. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled
the air and he was
determined to follow it. He hadn't slept at
all the past few nights and the
lack of rest was finally starting
to catch up with him.
His black slacks whipped against his
legs as he sped through the rooms,
avoiding everyone coming his
way.
"Thank God!" He muttered to himself as he found the
lounge. He poured
himself some of the dark brew. He brought the
cup up to his nose and took in
the bitter scent. "Ah…" He
rolled his shoulders back and took a sip.
The dark liquid was
almost scorching, but that didn't matter to him, he
needed that
caffeine, bad. He quickly took in the last drops and refilled
his
cup. He left the container on the counter as he walked across the
room.
He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a black
leather wallet.
It was a birthday present; Koharu had given it
to him. He smiled just at the
thought of her. It was not much of
an expense for her, being a successful
lawyer, but the gift
wasn't what made him smile. It was what it stood for.
Koharu…
He thought. He was twenty-two years old now, right out of college.
He had met Koharu on a rainy day in the city, and they had
remained close
ever since. This was his first relationship with
an older woman; he guessed
that was what made it so special. It
was his first time to date someone for
longer than two months; in
fact, they had been together for six months now.
It was an
accomplishment in his book.
He took out a crisp dollar bill
and placed it in the slot. The vending
machine seemed to inhale
it, and the next thing he did was push the buttons
for chocolate
cookies. Sugar…caffeine…I need!
Today was his first
real job. Well in crime scene investigation anyway. He
had just
been hired for a small town department. It was a quiet town, and he
quickly learned his way around after living here for less than a
month.
There weren't any major cases in the area. His job today
was more for the
state then the town.
A serial murder had
been plaguing the state for months- years now, and today
he was
going to see pictures from each murder. This case wasn't new to him
though, he learned about it in his first year of college. The
basics of this
job were taught that year, but most importantly he
was taught this: Not
every case you encounter will be solved,
criminal master minds are no fools,
nor are most murderers. This
people have skill and won't leave us many
links. They aren't
stupid, and they don't plan on going to jail any time
soon.
Cold cases, unsolved ones, are still being reported today. And the
way
these cases area solved, if and when, you generally need to
understand the
criminal's way of thinking. Sometimes you can't
understand the criminal
until you know their past, if we knew
that already there would be no need
for this job now would
there?
And so he knew this case wouldn't be an easy one. The
practice cases he had
at school are games compared to this. His
only question: Why do they want me
on it?
He placed those thoughts aside and ate the cookies.
"Ahem." Came a deep
voice from behind him. He jumped slightly from surprise
and
turned around.
"Oh, Mr. Sesshoumaru, pardon me." He walked
out from in front of the
machine.
"Miroku, I don't
need to buy snacks, they are waiting for you, and you are
late."
"Oh man!" Miroku slightly bowed to the
emotionless man before him and ran
out of the room.
"Fool."
Sesshoumaru muttered to himself, his golden eyes reflecting…
disgust? The officer walked off into the now empty hall.
Miroku
sped down the empty hallways until he finally found Room 119. That
was where he was told to go.
He ran in and took a seat in
the back of the dark room. Fortunately for him,
no one really
seemed to notice his belated entrance. He looked up to see a
lecturer. She was probably describing the case.
"…The
No Man Case. There is a serial killer out there. We don't know if
it
is a man or woman killing these people. We don't know what
age the murderer
is- we know nothing. You are here to provide
fresh ideas and opinions. We
are starting from the top today and
hope to find some leads by the end of
the month."
Jeez…I
guessed this would be different then school, the cases would take
longer to solve, but if we have so much technology, why does this
job depend
so much on humans? Miroku contemplated this while
the speaker continued her
lecture. He was astonished. He couldn't
believe that they were only expected
to find leads after a whole
month of research. He didn't understand what
could possibly
take them so long.
He tapped his pencil on the wooden table.
He was fidgeting now. Oh great,
the caffeine is starting to
take effect. He pursed his lips and began
studying his
surroundings. The walls were white, the tile on the floor was
white,
and the wooden tables were also white. He couldn't be sure though,
the lights had been turned off. A projector was set in the middle
of the
room. The lecturer was standing in its light.
She
was tall and slim. She looked very elegant. She had one hand rested
on
her hip. Her nails were painted a light crimson. He always
thought that
shades of red were attractive on a woman. Her other
hand was holding a
manila folder. It was stuffed to the brim and
she seemed to have a tight
clutch on it.
She was using the
folder as a fan. It was rather hot in the room. Miroku
supposed
that since it was winter, the heater was turned up for everyone's
comfort. It seemed more stifling then comfortable to him.
He
continued to tap his pencil loudly on the table. He was staring at
her
thick lips, but he didn't hear a sound. She stopped fanning
herself and
faced him directly in the eye. "Miroku, so you have
some kind of problem?"
It took him a few moments to register
that she had been speaking to him. He
stopped tapping his pencil.
"Yes ma'am?" He asked, but then he realized she
had already
started to speak to the group again. She eyed him, he annoyed
her,
and he could tell by the way she looked at him.
That's when
he decided to listen to him for once. "… Here I have pictures
from each crime scene." She pointed to the manila folder. "If
you would all
take a quick look…" She placed the first clear
sheet onto the glass.
A large picture spread across the wall
and she walked to the side. "As you
see, the body is in a fetal
posi-" Miroku tuned her out again.
He looked at the picture.
It was hard for him to focus. The caffeine was
really affecting
him. His eyes scanned the picture faster than he ever had
before.
Body…dresseroll…doll
She
replaced that picture with a second, and once again his eyes quickly
searched the photograph.
Books…doll…body
Then she replaced the second image.
Doll…television…body
Then
he realized, "Ma'am, so far every picture has had a doll in it.
They
don't look the same, they are very plain, but they each
look relatively
alike."
The woman looked at him then at the pictures she had in her hand.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"Why are you here?" He repeated. His eyes shimmered.
She fidgeted
under his angry stare and looked down at the hem of her
skirt…Oh
look, a string is loose…She went to break it off when he
grabbed
her chin. She shuttered at the violent action.
He
pulled her round face forward so that she was now staring straight at
his
face. He didn't seem angry, but she couldn't identify the
look he was giving
her. She was silent for a moment. "I just
wanted to say hi."
He raised an eyebrow and sent her a
quizzical look. "Now?" He paused. He
took a good look at her,
trying to figure her out. "I've been here for
almost two
years, and you come to say 'hi' now?" His voice was almost
dripping with sarcasm.
How can I tell him? I don't
think he'll understand that I couldn't tell him
until now, so
what do I say? I was bored?
"I don't know, I just felt
like seeing you. And I thought you'd be kind of
happy to see an
old friend after so long, you being here all alone." She
smiled
on the left side of her mouth. A strand of hair fell across her
face.
"Kagome…" His eyes softened. He reached out a hand
and brushed the hair
behind her ear. He stared at her, a smile
almost escaping across his face.
She didn't notice it, but he
did. He looked straight into her eyes, he tried
to find some kind
of lie, but he didn't. Why does she always make me feel so
happy? It's been a year and I still haven't forgotten about
her, it's like
nothing between us has changed even though
everything else around us has.
But I guess that's how things
always are with Kagome…"Why are you so worried
over me?
You have always been like this. You are far too considerate of
everyone. I-I just don't get it!" His fists became balls and
he yelled at
the ground in frustration.
"Stop worrying
about that Inuyasha! Why I am here isn't the point. The fact
is,
I came for you. We will talk about people other than us okay?" She
stared at him. She sighed.
"Um…" Inuyasha gave in, " Anything new at school?"
She thought about his question for
a moment. "Well, actually, come to think
of it, not really. The
only thing I can think of is that the janitor got
fired."
"Fired?
What did he do, put a cherry bomb in a toilet and blame it on a
student?"
She laughed. "No, nothing like that. He was
having an affair with the
secretary."
"Huh? What's so wrong about that?" He asked.
"Well, she kid of is the principal's wife."
Inuyasha nodded in understanding. "I
still like my idea better." She
laughed. Her sweet, innocent
laugh that always turned Inuyasha into a pile
of mush. But not
this time, he had to protect her, and he was going to do it
now.
No going soft.
"Kagome look, you have to stop
worrying about me."
She looked at him and sighed. "Not
this again…Look Inuyasha, I came here to
keep you company, not
to argue with you."
"No Kagome, you don't get what I'm saying."
She gave him a puzzled look. What does he mean
by that? She was about to
respond, but he cut her
off.
"Look, I want you to leave me alone."
What?
"All
these years I've ignored you. And at the same time, you have always
tried to help me. It's obvious that I am causing you pain, so I
want- I want
you to get out of my life."
What are you
saying Inuyasha?
"Please just forget about me, live like
you've never met me before, please
just live a happy life. You
don't deserve the turmoil I've put you through."
"But Inuyasha! I want you in my life! I don't care about"
"Look
Kagome, STOP IT!" He yelled. "Just forget about me please! I'm
probably never going to get out of this shit hole, and I don't
want you to
feel bad for me! It's my fault anyway, so stop
worrying about it! I don't
want you to feel any pain on my
behalf!" He stood up in a domineering stance
and pointed to the
door. "Please, just leave me from now on." He stared down
at
the floor.
She was in shock for a while. Should I really
just leave him alone? It isn't
really impacting my life now,
but could it eventually? I just don't know!
She got up from
the chair, undecided.
She walked towards the door. She
swallowed the upcoming tears. I will not
cry, this is the kind
of pain he was talking about.
"By Kagome."
Inuyasha
whispered as she looked back at him. She left through the door. "By
Inuyasha." She whispered so that only he could possibly hear
her.
End of Chapter One!!!
So…this here is chapter one. I know what
you are most likely thinking,
"What's with all this mushy
crap?!" And I would like you to take into
consideration this:
1. A depressed Kagome makes a good target for a serial
killer…and
2. That's just how the plot goes. 3. I insist on making all my
stories Inu X Kag, so a lot might be fluffy, but I will focus a
lot on the
killer when the time comes! So Please Review, I want
to hear the good, the
bad, and the ugly!! And besides, this is
the first time I've written this
kind of story anyways!! Sorry
for any typos or confusion!!!
