-A/N- So I have revamped this story... The plot remains intact, I have just rearranged events and deleted some scenes. I hope it is all still good!

Any French will be translated at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters therin. I am merely a fan seeking to entertain myself and others.

-the story-

..Meanwhile at the bar with Inuyasha…..

Inuyasha rather clumsily made his way through the crowd of people, who were grinding all up on each other, to a staircase in the corner. "Hey, do you know where can I find a Mr. Onigumo?" He asked a chesty, younger girl who was wearing too much make-up and standing at the foot of the stairs. She was wearing a halter-topped, sequined, red dress that was way to short to actually be called a dress, and annoyingly popping her chewing gum. "Yeah." She spoke with a voice that wasn't unlike a stereotypical NY diner waitress. "Upstairs and to the left. Second door."

"Uhhm…thank you." He said as he passed her to go upstairs.

"Don't mention it, hon."

As he reached the top of the stairs, two men in suits and shades patted him down to see if he was armed. One of them spoke in to a transmitter in his watch (like in those cheesy spy dramas) "He's clean, wanna see him now, boss?" Inuyasha couldn't hear the response but was assuming it was a yes, because the two suited men roughly escorted him to the second door on the left.

They entered the room and practically threw Inuyasha onto the only furniture in the room, a wooden chair. "Mr. Onigumo will be with you in a moment." Said the man with the transmitter in his watch. Then they left.

The bare lightblub from the ceiling was Inuyasha's only company for the fifteen minutes he was left alone. By this time he was a little uneasy; he never expected that a visit with a private detective to get information on his brother would be so violent.

Soon thereafter the door opened. The same two suited men who manhandled him earlier, walked in along with a youngish looking woman. "Who are you?" Asked Inuyasha.

"Oh-ho, don't worry, my pet. You'll know who I am soon enough. The question is who are you?" The woman chuckled. Usually when someone chuckles it should make a person feel kind of warm inside, but when she did, the hair on Inuyasha's neck stood strait up, and caused shivers to run down his spine.

"I am Takahashi Inuyasha. I am—"

"Yes, yes, yes. We know who you are, but who are you?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You know what makes you tick? What would cause you to have a mental break down?"

"Uhhmm, well…wait…why do you need to know? I thought I was here to get information on my brother, Sesshomaru; not be questioned on my psyche."

"Yes, you were, but in order for you to become one of Mr. Onigumo's clients, he must know everything about you! Call it a pre-requisite, if you will."

"A pre-requisite?" Inuyasha was quickly regretting hiring this shady, Onigumo guy.

The woman chuckled again, "Yes, Mr. Onigumo likes to know who he's dealing with; likes to get inside of their heads, find out what they really want to know."

The less violent of the two suited individuals tapped the woman on the shoulder, "Miss Kagura, Mr. Onigumo says it's time to send him inside."

The woman sighed, "Of course. Come, Mr. Takahashi. We mustn't keep Mr. Onigumo waiting."

Inuyasha was once again roughly led from one place to another, only this time he was lead into a lushly carpeted and furnished private eye's office…complete with stereotypical cigar smoke haze. There was a big office chair behind the desk, Inuyasha could tell that there was someone there, but they seemed small for it to be a man. But it was a man nonetheless.

"Leave." Barked the man in the chair; the men left. "And you Kagura."

"But sir, I never got to-"

"Never mind that now, I can do it myself. Just go!"

"Yes, sir." The woman bowed and also left the room. The mystery man, turned the chair and himself in it around so slowly, Inuyasha could swear that it wasn't moving.

"Mr. Takahashi, in return for information on your brother, I believe you have something other than the two thousand dollars that I want." Mr. Onigumo leaned forward on to his elbows, smirking. Inuyasha had no idea what he was talking about. He hadn't mentioned it in his letters or anything.

"What are you talking about? Something else? Besides the money?" Inuyasha was certainly frightened now. 'What in the hell could this guy want? He never said anything to me about anything else besides the money! Ohshitohshitohshitohshit! What am I going to do?'

Mr. Onigumo laughed. He liked seeing his clients squirm. It gave him a feeling somewhat resembling pleasure...a high that was caused by other people's problems. What was it the German's called it? Ah, yes...schadenfreude. "Mmm, you do know what it is that I want, you just don't remember. A jewel. One small gem. You may think 'What is so important about a little stone?' Oh, but let me assure you. That stone has powers beyond imagination. It grants the wielder power for good…or evil. So, Where is the jewel?"

"What? You must be crazy! I have never in all my life heard of any magical stone or pebble or whatever."

Mr. Onigumo got up and walked around his desk, stopping behind Inuyasha, hissing in his ear, "Come now, you must try and remember!"

"I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Hmmph, maybe you need a reminder of what happened then. Years ago there was a great battle; terrible and bloody. And it was fought all over this magical gem. The Shikon no Tama. Jewel of Souls. The persons involved in this battle weren't unlike ourselves. Two hanyous, one arrogant and the other calculating and superior. Somehow the superior hanyou was defeated, and the other took the jewel and gave it to a priestess to keep safe as well as a token of his affection. So, where is it?" He then took a Shikon replica out of his pocket and waved it in front of Inuyasha's face, as if he were going to hypnotize Inuyasha. "Who has it, hmmm?"

Inuyasha reached up for the jewel, which Mr. Onigumo dropped into his hand, "Kikyou…" was all that he said.

Mr. Onigumo 'hummph'd' at Inuyasha's statement, and said "That will be all for now Mr. Takahashi. Boys..." Once again the two suited men came in and took Inuyasha to the bare room that he had been in before. Only this time the men spat in Inuyasha's face.

End Ch. 3

-A/N- Please feel free to review!

K M Rose