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Six weeks later

Sango and her partner, Nobou, were standing over the body of a young woman. She had been discovered in a hidden nook at a local park.

Her face was turned to the side and wisps of her long brown hair fell over her cheek. The woman's mouth was slightly open and her face held a mixed expression of fear and terror; dried tear tracks stained her cheeks. They could see bruises on her wrists from where she had been held down. But all this wasn't what had Sango horrified and Nobou trying valiantly not to lose his lunch.

The woman's midsection was distorted. A long, deep gash ran the width of her stomach, and excess skin was folded in on itself all along the cut. It looked as if something had been taken out of her stomach, and something had.

Forensics had been able to verify that the woman had been pregnant before she died. Yet there was no sign of the fetus anywhere near the crime scene. Once the perpetrator had gotten what he wanted, he had left the woman to die while - they assumed -taking the fetus with him.

Sango had been aware that there was a madman running around town, attacking women. By now the entire country knew it. But this was the first time she had seen the perp's work in the flesh. The photos didn't do the violent depravity justice.

Sango was a member of the supernatural unit in the 12th precinct in Tokyo, Japan, but right now she - along with every other police officer in Tokyo - was working on finding the lunatic who was committing these crimes. And so far, they hadn't had much luck. This was the fifteenth body to show up in six weeks.

When the first body had appeared, it had fallen under the responsibility of the sex crimes unit. Everyone had thought it was just a onetime thing, and the sex crimes officers had been especially vehement about catching the suspect. When the third body turned up, the police department had no choice but to notify the public and solicit their help. When the fourth body was discovered, Tokyo was forced to admit what every city wanted to avoid: that there was a serial killer on the loose, and not just any serial killer, but one that specifically targeted pregnant woman. The city and its citizen's had been in an uproar ever since. Each time a new body appeared, people became more hysterical. Even the news was hinting that the police were inept.

The problem was there was very little connecting the victims to each other, let alone to the perp. All of the women who had been attacked were different ages, different ethnicities, they lived in different parts of town, had different professions, etc. Other than being human, the only thing all the victims had in common was that each of them had been trying to get pregnant. While some of the women had seen the same fertility specialists, that still meant that the perp could work in one of the seven fertility clinics that the police had compiled into a list. This was a possibility but, it didn't explain how the perp had singled out the women who saw different specialists, especially since only three of the victims had cross-references to another specialist on the list.

The bodies the perp left behind didn't leave much evidence either, since the perp took everything with him, including the placenta. So forensics couldn't even use that to determine if the fetuses had anything in common. Although they had been able to glean some information from placenta cells that had been mixed with the victims' blood, what they found didn't make any sense.

Sango knelt down and studied the victim's face. She looks so young, Sango couldn't help thinking. She should have been at home safe with the father of the child, happily preparing her house for her little bundle of joy, not outside being butchered like some animal. Sango rose to her feet and turned away from the body. She knew that she would be seeing it in her dreams tonight. As she looked around the crime scene, she saw a very familiar pair coming toward her and Nobou.

Leading the way was a young man with black hair that was pulled into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck and a long golden staff in his hand. Sango knew that once he got closer she would be able to see his beautiful purple eyes. The second man was much older, shorter and rounder than the first, with a bald head and a benevolent expression. Miroku and his mentor Master Mushin.

While Sango and Nobou had only been working on this case for the last three weeks, Miroku and Mushin had been on it since the very beginning. They worked for a special agency that was based in Tokyo and specialized in vanquishing troublesome demons. However they had volunteered to help the sex crimes unit solve the mystery of the first woman.

Sango had always wondered why they had volunteered to help in the first place, and had discovered that Miroku thought all of these murders were the work of a demon. Of course this little tidbit had never been released to the public. If it had it would have disrupted the peaceful coexistence that humans and demons were currently enjoying.

When Sango first heard about Miroku's suspicions, she'd quickly dismissed it as prejudice; his parents had been killed by demons after all. But now she wasn't so sure. Whoever was behind these murders knew the human body very well, because they were able to cut the fetus out of the victims without harming it. They also had to be quick and efficient, because the police were never able to catch the perp, even after arriving at the scene five minutes after receiving a promising call. Someone in the medical profession would be capable of achieving the feat, but a demon could do it just as well. The fact that the perp deliberately cut the baby out while the woman was still alive hinted that he enjoyed causing pain.

Sango knew there were still plenty of demons out there who enjoyed inflicting pain on humans, but they were normally dealt with by the Demon's Peaceful Interaction Council, or DPIC. Sango knew that if demons suspected that one of their own was behind this, they would have inserted themselves into the investigation a long time ago.

Miroku reached the site of the body and knelt down to get a closer look at the damage. "How long ago was she found," he asked without any preamble.

"About thirty minutes ago," Sango answered wearily. She saw Miroku glance up at her, before turning his attention to the area around the body.

"So what else have you got," Miroku asked.

Nobou took out his notebook and began reading off his notes. "Name: Aya Hanma. Age: 29. She lives in those apartments over there," he pointed to a building that was just visible over the tops of the trees before continuing, "Neighbors say they heard her leave the apartment to walk her dog. When they heard screaming they called us. We hightailed it over here, but as usual we were too late. No one saw anyone covered in blood, carrying a newborn, or even anyone who looked suspicious, although people did see her dog running around and barking. Guess he was trying to get someone's attention. . . None of her things were taken. . . We're talking to local businesses in the hopes that they have security cameras, and that those cameras caught something, but were not hopeful," Nobuo finished with a defeated sigh.

"No," Miroku agreed. "This perp has never allowed himself to be caught on camera before. I see no reason why he would get sloppy now." He slowly rose to his feet. His normal carefree expression was gone, and in its place was a grim one.

Mushin, who had been quietly taking in the scene and Nobuo's words asked, "Does anyone know if she was married?"

"Yes, she was," Sango replied. "Her and her husband had been married for three years. They had been trying to get pregnant for around two years, before they finally got lucky . . ." Sango let her voice trail off. There was nothing lucky about this situation. She felt a surge of anger flow through her. She would find this bastard, and once she did she would make him pay for what he'd done. "Her husband's been notified of what happened. He didn't take it so well," Sango said once she'd gotten herself focused again.

"I'd be surprised if he did," said Miroku. He and Mushin asked a few more questions before deciding that there was nothing more they could do until all the evidence had been gathered.

Sango began to walk towards her car and wasn't surprised when Miroku fell in beside her. She had a feeling she knew what was coming next, and sure enough as soon as she opened her car door Miroku said, "You know Sango, you've been working too hard. I can tell. Why don't you let me take you out for a night of relaxation?"

Sometime during his speech he'd gotten hold of her hand and was stroking it. "No thank you, Miroku. I'm perfectly capable of relaxing by myself," Sango said. When will he ever learn, she thought.

Miroku sighed as he watched Sango climb into her car. "I won't give up. I've decided that you are going to be mother of my children."

Sango rolled her eyes. "Of course I am Miroku," she said.

"I'm serious."

"I know. I'll see you later ok?" Sango said before shutting the door. As she turned the key in the ignition she was mentally shaking her head. Mother of his children indeed. The first time he said that she had gotten so mad that she'd slapped him, but now she just let it slide. It helped that Miroku thought every other women on the street was the future mother of his children.

As Sango pulled away from the crime scene, she thought to herself, maybe I'll say yes to him one of these days. She had a feeling he would prove to be a very nice distraction.


A/N: I know. You're probably wondering if this is an actual Rin/ Sess fic. It is. I'm just setting up the backdrop. I was going to post longer chapters, but I personally don't like reading fics with long chapters. Besides if the chapters are shorter I'll probably update sooner.

Rin should make her appearance two chapters from now. So I ask you to please be patient with me. Please review and let me know what you think so far. Thanks.