A/N- I don't own any of the characters in this story, unfortunately. Weeeelll, except Makoto. he is pure mine.
I am going to try and keep everyone as in character as possible, but please to remember that this is my first fanfic, so I may not do as well as hoped. and the pairings for this are Inu/Kag, Mir/San, Inu/Kik and beyond that I am not sure. I am kinda writing this as I go so...yeah. Please, please, please review! Even if you think it is horrible, any reviews would be nice :) thanks, and enjoy
"Tell me now, where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?"- Mumford ans Sons, White blank page.
Inuyasha had never been fond of small rooms. As a half dog demon, he always felt more at ease in open atmospheres, where there was plenty of room to stretch your legs and walk around if you were ever needed to stay in a particular place for a length of time. Like right now. Even though he was pretty sure that if he did indeed try to pace the tiny room he would collapse from physical exhaustion and lack of sleep, he still would have liked the option. Leaning forward in the uncomfortable metal chair he was seated on, Inuyasha propped his elbows up on the equally uncomfortable wooden table and placed his head in his hands. His throat was parched, and it felt liked he hadn't spoken in days. Maybe he hadn't. When WAS the last time he had uttered a sound? How long had he been in here, anyways? Keh. Not like it matters. It's not as if I have anywhere to be, he thought, and with a defeated sigh sat back in his chair once again. He looked down at his hands, and almost stopped breathing. Again. Her blood was still caked in a thick coating on the palms of his hands and dried underneath his long claws. The scent that was emanating from them… No. He shook his head to clear his mind a bit, and took a deep ragged breath. I won't think of that, he thought. I won't. I can't. I… he closed his amber eyes for a second, two seconds, three seconds, and when he opened them, his golden orbs were unfocused and staring into a distant past and he was already gone.
Detective Makoto watched through the two-way mirror at the hanyou in the interrogation room. He watched as he fidgeted and sighed, and then as he seemed to be struck by his circumstances again. The way he seemed to completely dissolve at one glance at his hand made the detectives heart break a little bit. Even though the only bit of evidence that they had at the moment ( mostly being the said man in the room) pointed to Inuyasha being the murder, Makoto had a hard time believing it. Maybe it was the way he looked so…defeated, sitting there in a pair of snug fitting blue jeans that seemed to be more torn to shreds than sewn together at this point, and a blood and dirt stained white shirt with three long slashes through the front. Or maybe it was the fact that the only time he had seen the suspect show any emotion was when he looked at his bloodstained hands. He wasn't sure, but he felt as if there was more to this than the initial theory that was being passed around the department right now. He had been in here for almost 48 hours now, and the hanyou hadn't once spoken or cooperated with a single person. The first two cops who had tried to interrogate him and received nothing but blank, sometimes slightly annoyed stares and maybe the occasional twitch. By the time the third agent went in there, the hanyou merely stared at the wooden table in front of him and seemed unaware of his presence. He never once lifted his eyes from the table, and it seemed to Makoto who was standing on the other side of the two-way mirror, he didn't seem to move a muscle once. Taking his hands out of his pockets, the detective stood and stretched his cramped legs briefly before opening the door perpendicular to the mirror. Letting the door swing shut behind him, he took a sharp right and found himself standing in front of the door to the interrogation room. Taking a steadying breath, he opened the door, and walked in. He wasn't particularly sure what he was expecting to happen, but he knew he needed to speak with this man. Even if he didn't respond. At least for Kagome's sake.
I know it was short, but I figured it was a good place to leave off :) Please Review!
