Disclaimer: You know I don't own Inuyasha, but I have to say it so I don't get sued.
The Witness
Summary: It was the perfect crime. No one would know who did it, where to find the culprit, or even if it was male or female. But there was an unexpected person at the scene of the crime that could give it all away. This witness needed to be gotten rid of at all costs.
Prologue: The Crime
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A person stood in the dark alley between an apartment building and a jewelry store. This person's goal was the Shikon no Tama that was held nicely in a glass case inside of the jewelry store. This person knew about the heat sensors, the alarms, and the two guards that were always there. This person knew the building inside and out. This person knew where the guards put there donuts, hung their coats, when they had a brake, even what urinal they pissed in.
In ten minutes it would be show time. No one would know the jewel was gone until the next morning, and by then the perpetrator would be on a plane out of the country. There would be no witnesses, because they would be dead. No finger prints, no DNA, no person on the surveillance cameras, nothing. It was going to be the perfect crime, and, with all the time this person has had to plan, it better be.
The perpetrator ran the plan through their mind one last time. In and out. Nothing would be there to analyze, and the cops would never find out who did the bad deed.
The person looked at the watch that they wore on their right wrist. Show time.
The person opened a basement window with ease. They slid throw without a noise and without setting off any alarms. That was the one window without an alarm on it because it didn't directly connect to the store. Silently, the perpetrator walked through the absolute dark, without stumbling on bumping into anything. The only thing that told the path was a thin line of light at the bottom of a door.
The door led directly to the guard's station, which was going to be empty for fifteen minutes. The perpetrator came in dressed all in tight fitting, black clothes that did not rustle in least. This person then turned off the cameras so it looked the same the whole time. There would be no one showing in the video feed, because there was no new information being received by it. This person left no indication or evidence that they had stopped in this room. The only proof would be when the cops looked at the video and it would be stuck at a frozen time in the video, which would only give an estimated time of the incident.
This person left the room and went down to the janitor's closet. They knew that they would be in there for another eight minutes. The guards were very precise, and creatures of habit, like most people. This person knew that they would have to be even more precise to get the job done without prison time.
They listened for the door to shut once. The first guard was in. Two more minutes for the second guard to be in. The door shut again. They were both in their correct place.
Without making a noise, the perpetrator left the closet and walked to the showcase of the Shikon no Tama. It was a beautiful jewel made of who-knows-what and it glowed a purple-pink color.
The perpetrator sliced the glass in a circular pattern and gently pulled out the glass circle. Then, the person stuck their hand into hole and quickly pulled out the jewel without setting off any heat sensor alarms. This person then replaced it with a look-alike, that was almost the same size, but was simply a marble of no significant value what so ever. The perpetrator then delicately replaced the glass and it looked nothing more than what it did before the intrusion. This person put the reward of being so precise into a pocket of their pants.
It would be impossible to leave in the same way this person entered, so luckily they had a different exit route. Silently, the perpetrator walked through the dark building passing all of the beautiful diamonds, gold, and silver worth a great deal of money on the Black Market, and even on the streets of New York. People would buy them without asking the origin of the jewelry. That wasn't this person's goal, though.
The perpetrator went into a room without making a noise. No one—not even the owner of the store—knew about a trap door in his office. This person opened the door and went into it, ending up in the same room they entered. This person left the building, and standing outside of the window was a woman with black hair and chocolate brown eyes.
The perpetrator looked at her, only the eyes of the person showing, and they revealed shock. No one was suppsoded to be at the exit. That made a witness, and that couldn't be. I need to kill her. I have to, but I can't, the perpetrator thought. This person grabbed her arm and forced her to follow.
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So tell me what you think. It was an idea I got when I was standing by my stove trying to get warm in the insufferable cold that we're having. I don't think it's that good, but I need some input. Other chapters will have dialogue; this one was mainly the heist.
