"So," Miroku leaned forward, elbows on knees, staring at the white haired man behind bars. "How does it feel to switch places, hm?"

"Look, I'm sorry," Inuyasha muttered. "It was an accident."

"An accident?" Miroku laughed. "According to these, it was no accident." He slapped a hand down on a few old looking journals, dust kicking up into the air. Inuyasha jumped forward, hands suddenly clasped around the bars that held him prisoner.

"How did you get those?"

"My last incarnation figured out the pattern. Stefan I think was his name? Terrible, doesn't fit this face at all. Anyways, he planted these journals in different places throughout the U.S. The only three place, in fact, that I've ever been born in in this country. I was just wandering into this museum, always fascinated with old wars and such since I was little, and I came across this journal on display. The Livonian War, 1558." He raised an eyebrow. "Ringing any bells yet?"

"Miroku-."

"Someone decided to stab me in the skull, did you know that?" He picked up the journal and began to read. "After doing my research, I have discovered that the man that killed reincarnation 347th, Wilhelm Ronneburg, was in fact fighting on our side. I don't know who, but they knew exactly where to strike. They had to have been close to us. But who would dare abuse such a powerful man's trust?" He slammed the journal closed. "Tell me, who would dare, Inuyasha? Who would know that, no matter what they did, they would be able to escape their death? Hm?"

"I told you it was-."

"Let's go onto the next one, shall we?" Miroku picked up the next journal. "Going back to my old studies, I discovered that the wound was not from an ordinary blade. It was one of the four objects that can kill the Four Souls permanently, if used correctly. However, it appears the attacker did not aim for the heart, so we were spared. Instead he took from us the next worse thing, and struck us in the head. We will never again be able to recall our past lives. Not a single one. For each lifetime we will be doomed to live normal, unfulfilled lives as Aramitama, or Courage in our current tongue, is slowly wiped from the Earth." He glanced up at Inuyasha, accusingly. "Now, why don't you tell me again how this is an accident."

Inuyasha opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it quickly.

"I thought so." Miroku put the book down and stood up. "Well, catch me up then."

Inuyasha raised his head. "What?"

Miroku waved his hand in the air, "You know, fill in the blanks. Why'd you do it?"

"I…" Inuyasha trailed off and looked away, his hands sliding from the bars. "I… don't know."

"You don't know?" Miroku furrowed his brow. "Well, that was anticlimactic. Different versions of me have only been rediscovering ourselves for decades upon decades trying to find you just to answer this one question. And you're telling me that you don't fucking know?" Miroku reached out and grabbed the bars angrily. "I don't know how to do any of the amazing things that are described in these journals. Before you stabbed your blade into my brain, I raised up kings and gave them the strength to go off into battle. I encouraged children to fight through their illnesses and despair so they could live another day. I taught wives to strike back against their oppressive husbands during times where lifting a finger without permission was forbidden. And telling me that the world is going to lose that strength, that Courage, because you just for no reason decided to end it all?!"

Inuyasha stared at the floor.

"Answer me, god damn it!" Miroku shook the bars in frustration. "Why in the world would you think that was the solution! You're Nigimitama, Friendship, for God fucking sake! But all you've ever done is tear things apart."

Inuyasha looked up, eyes burning. "You do not want to fight me, Aramitama."

"It's Miroku," He pushed away from the bars violently. "Your little moment of complete stupidity made me fail to be able to ever recall who Aramitama truly is ever again. I can merely claim the name as my own for a title; I will never be him as you can be Nigimitama. You destroyed Courage." He collapsed into his chair across from the cell. "I hope you're satisfied."

Inuyasha swallowed hard. "You weren't...supposed to have found out."

Miroku let out a surprised chuckle. "I wasn't supposed to? It's my history, Inuyasha. I will always return to my history. It's literally the very core of who all of us Four Souls are."

"What are you going to do with me." Inuyasha whispered. "I can't die, you said that yourself. Even one of the four objects won't kill me anymore." He reached up and adjusted the baseball cap so it hid his eyes. "I've been starved, drowned, impaled, you name it. If you're into torture, my resistance for pain is pretty high considering. So go on then, give me your best shot."

"I'm not going to do any of those things. It's the 21st century, for goodness sake. I'm a cop, I'm not some crazed idiot who's willing to have someone walk in on me shooting an inmate twenty times in the head because he won't stay down for more than a few minutes at a time. Give me some credit."

"Then what," Inuyasha repeated.

"I'm going to keep you here, I guess. Lock you up for awhile. I think it was only noted a hundred times or more that patience isn't a virtue of yours."

"You can't just leave me in here to rot."

"I can. I will. I am." He got up again and walked towards the entrance. "Have fun, old friend. Can't say I'll miss you. Memories never to return of when you were a decent human being and all that."

"Wait-."

"Been waiting for quite awhile. I'm done waiting. You on, on the other hand, have never stopped. Maybe this will remind you of the pain I must've felt when you killed me." He slammed the door behind him and didn't look back. The footsteps of his boots faded in a few rapid seconds. Inuyasha was alone.

"Damn," He muttered, slumping against the wall. Surveying his cell, it wasn't much to look at. It certainly hadn't been the first time he'd been arrested. There was the signature sink and toilet, dirty bed, a barely functioning light that buzzed and flickered every few minutes. The floor felt damp when he rested his hand against it. He wondered if Miroku was going to bother to feed him, since he'd be fine without food, just really hungry and pissed. It was about now that he was wishing he had that iPhone again. At the very least he could jam it into the cell's lock box until one or the other gave.

Knock, knock, knock.

Inuyasha looked up. "Well, that wasn't long. Come to gloat some more, Miroku?"

The door creaked open. He saw bright brown eyes staring through the crack. "Actually, it's not him."

"Sango?" Inuyasha blinked, astonished that of all people it was the waitress. "What are you doing at a jail?"

She opened the door all the way and scurried in. "Saving your ass, it looks like." She murmured, pulling out a pin from her purse.

"Um, I don't think a jail cell will just burst open with a weak little-."

Click.

"You were saying?" She smiled, swinging the gate open. "Come on, let's get going. Before my boyfriend comes back."

"Your...what?"

She rolled her eyes, "Just come on."

Inuyasha stared at the open cell. A hand slipped into his and he started.

"Hey, come on," Sango's voice was gentle and kind. "He'll check up on the cameras any time now. Please."

Inuyasha allowed himself to be led away, although he felt as if he was deserting the man he'd been outrunning again.

"Don't look behind you," Sango warned. "That's the first rule of escaping."

"Sorry."

She smiled back at him. "You'll learn eventually."