A/N: I don't own Inuyasha, that right is reserved to Rumiko Takahashi.
World Health Organization – 2048, Geneva, Switzerland
A woman, dressed in blue medical scrubs and a white lab coat, sat in front of a microscope. Her hair was in a complicated braid and pulled back into a neat and professional bun. She wore glasses that framed her blue eyes perfectly. The name 'Kagome Higurashi, MD' was stitched in blue above the right breast pocket of her lab coat. She heard a soft far-off ding that registered in her ears; some far-away inner voice told her she had a new email but her mind was too focused on the slide she was studying for her to remove herself from her work. The bacillus she was looking at was interesting. The sample was taken from a patient here in Geneva, the patient details and diagnosis told Kagome that this patient had pneumonia. The pneumonia however was not one of the typical strains.
"Dr. Higurashi can you take a look at this?" A tentative and slightly alarmed voice asked.
Kagome looked up from her microscope inquisitively to the desk across from hers. Aanu, her co-worker and peer in the Infectious Disease lab was the source of the voice. Aanu had to speak over the loud dings, hums, and murmurs that the surrounding complicated computers, medical equipment, and staff made while trying to be inconspicuous. A few grad students flittered in and out of the lab while the other physicians were lost in their own work. Aanu hadn't raised anyone else's attention. Kagome leaned away from her equipment, attention lost from the bacillus on the slide she'd been studying. Normally she didn't look up from what she was studying when asked a question by a colleague. She always made a point to answer a question quickly, but politely, then return to her work, but Aanu's attempt to be secretive alarmed her.
"What is it Dr. Sehgal?"
Aanu Sehgal turned her computer screen towards Kagome as an answer. She clicked on the full screen tab to enlarge the image. Kagome scooted around their desks while still seated and peered at the image. She was a doctor and by habit she'd learned how to take advantage of any available time she had to just sit. Too many times she went home, took off her shoes and rubbed her feet hoping the ache would go away, only to wake up and have to go to work again to start the aching process all over. Even when she could finally afford sensible shoes to alleviate the problem, she still made an effort to seek out a decent chair and rest her feet for as long as she was able.
She looked at the blood work results from the sample that was given, the results surprised her, but she fought to maintain an unbiased expression. What little information she could see from the patient information log was inconsequential, except for the location of where the patient was when they had been diagnosed. She couldn't help this person, not directly like most doctors could. Her doctorate was in Infectious Disease and Prevention, taking her out of the nitty-gritty bedside medical practice and into the medical and research lab.
All the better for her.
She clicked on the image to enlarge it further and compared it to the patient's blood work. She wanted to ensure that they had run the tests correctly, but there was no way to confirm their findings until she ran the test over again on the sample. In medicine, there was always a margin for error, false positive and negative results happened all the time. That's why it was called medical practice. The enlarged image that this medical lab had sent was snake-like in appearance, its size and shape almost comical. To think that such a small thing could be so lethal to the human condition. Kagome recognized it immediately as a very rare but deadly virus.
"Where is this from?" Kagome asked, heart picking up in apprehension. She looked at the top right corner of the e-file where the bar code and patient information would normally be included, but it was blacked out for patient privacy. The link that held the image came from an unfamiliar site. It wasn't unusual to have biology and medical labs from around the world send her office samples, blood work, and toxicology reports. After all, they were the Infectious Disease lab.
"The email came encrypted. From Interpol," Aanu said looking at Kagome as if to say I hoped you would know what's going on.
"Interpol? This came from a medical examiner?" Kagome said, expecting the patient to already be dead. Interpol, the international criminal police organization typically covered a variety of criminal offenses, but she couldn't rack her brain as to why they were involved with a patient's medical condition or lack thereof unless he had been met with foul play. If anything, her organization would be the ones to jump on this, not some group of international cops.
"No, as far as I can tell from the email the patient is still alive, but in isolation,"
"Why didn't I get this?" Kagome wasn't asking out of self-importance or to degrade Aanu, but she could hear how it sounded that way. Kagome was one of the lead physicians in the deadly disease department and oversaw an entire research team in this lab. If there was an outbreak in Chile or Dubai or Berlin she was one of the first to know about it.
"You did," Aanu said not taking offense. She knew Kagome well enough to consider her a friend and tried to remedy the confusion. She took over the mouse from Kagome hand and started clicking on the other open tabs in her browser. She waved the pointer over the email that had the attached link that they'd been leering at. The subject line was filled with capital red letters and exclamation points. It had only been sent six minutes ago and Kagome was the primary receiver.
"Oh," She said blushing. She hadn't had a chance to look at her own email yet before Aanu had grabbed her attention. Feeling the content was important enough to make Kagome disengage from her work, Aanu had responded correctly. "Thank you Aanu," Kagome said.
"Is that what I think it is?" Aanu said, clicking back to the blood work and the picture.
"Maybe," Kagome said. "But there's no way to know for sure unless it's been confirmed by a secondary source. That's our new priority," Even if Kagome wasn't ordered to or hadn't been prompted by the red capital letters that the email had been labeled as, she would have immediately put down her current work and devoted all of her attention to this single project anyway.
"Hmm-hmm," Aanu murmured a yes. "But I'm praying they're wrong," She turned away from the computer to a package placed next to her that Kagome hadn't noticed. It was marked with 'Express' and 'Fragile' and 'Biohazard' written all over it. "They sent this over with an escorted medical courier service. I assumed it was the blood samples. I just didn't know what it was for until I saw the email." Usually, they got notice before samples were sent to their lab, but Aanu wasn't complaining about Interpol's promptness or urgency.
Kagome sighed, hoping beyond hope that this doctor working for Interpol would receive a notice from her lab relaying that he had gotten a false positive result with his initial testing. Nonetheless, Kagome took the small brown, and potentially deadly, package from Aanu's desk and carried it over to an empty sterile containment unit. She and Aanu donned their biohazard suits without comment, gathered their supplies, and locked the unit behind them with their badges. Kagome ensured that the air and water filtration system was working properly before she and Aanu set forth on their task. Kagome's heart was pounding in her throat while she opened the box. After tearing apart the labels and packaging tape she found a smaller sturdier box inside. It was the typical carrying system medical groups used to transport fragile medications and samples. The seal was unbroken and the box undamaged.
Thank the Kami. If this box was broken or damaged we'd have a much bigger problem on our hands. She thought morbidly.
She was however, glad that she insisted that all her staff don biohazard gear when opening escorted medical packages. She had learned that lesson the hard way back in medical school during a simulation, thankfully without any lasting or damaging effects. She inhaled sharply when she saw the broken glass tube that was, at one point, filled with a patient's blood. Blood leaked all over the other samples that upon further inspection were thankfully unbroken.
"Shit," Kagome said.
"I'm glad we're wearing this gear," Aanu said with a slight tremor in her voice. Whether from fear or excitement from having dodged a proverbial bullet, Kagome didn't know.
Kagome nodded, but didn't speak.
"Well," Kagome said, surprised to hear the same emotions in her own voice. "Let's clean this up and get to work,"
….
A few hours later their plastic covered computer dinged and a green check mark appeared in the screen. They had long since isolated the samples in a locked safe, filtered out the air, had the room sterilized, and doffed their gear. Kagome reached for the mouse and manically set out to read the results.
"What does it say?" Aanu said looking over Kagome's shoulder at the computer screen. "Oh my god," she said without waiting for Kagome to answer.
"We need to call Interpol," Kagome said as she mentally tried to focus and calm herself down. This was not what she was expecting when she had woken up this morning. An outbreak of a bad flu strain in the United States? Sure. A virus in China? Yep. But this, this was something she hadn't had to deal with since the last outbreak. Even then she'd only heard about it from her parents or the news as a kid.
"I'll get the number," Aanu raced away to her desk.
Kagome closed her eyes and worked on the mantra she used in school to help her center herself. Hydrogen, atomic weight 1.008. Chlorine, atomic weight 35.452. Oxygen, atomic weight 15.999. Carbon…
"Dr. Higurashi? I have the number,"
Kagome opened her eyes. Aanu had found the number quickly and Kagome was both impressed and annoyed with how fast she had done it. She hadn't fully centered herself yet.
"Ok," She said, taking the paper with Aanu's scrawled handwriting on it. It's true that all doctors have horrible handwriting. Kagome thought stupidly. The task with calling the representative, this Dr. Houshi, in Interpol was placed on her as she was the team lead so she mentally shook herself out of shock and bent over the phone to complete her morbid task.
"Dear god, there's an Ebola patient in London," Aanu whispered to herself. Kagome didn't respond, but looked around to make sure no one but the two of them were around as she dialed the number on her desk phone. This would inevitably get out, but until Kagome and Aanu informed Interpol and talked with their own superiors, she didn't want this getting around. She trusted the physicians and the grad students that worked in their lab, they were all bound by a legal discrepancy and privacy agreement, but people can be weak or blab unintentionally to the wrong person. No, no Kagome and Aanu had to be the only ones to wield this information for now. The WHO would undoubtedly assemble a rapid response team to converge on Patient Zero in London with the local medical experts.
The phone rang six times before someone in London picked up the phone.
"This is Dr. Miroku Houshi's office with the medical examiner's office for Interpol…"
Kagome groaned. It wasn't a person that answered the phone, but a voicemail service. She hung up and tried again only to receive the same result. Kagome slammed the phone down on the receiver and tried a third time, getting raised eyebrows from Aanu. If you send a package to the WHO you'd think you'd be waiting anxiously for a call from Switzerland! This time when she didn't get an answer she left a message.
"This is Dr. Higurashi from the World Health Organization Infectious Disease Laboratory. You must call me back as soon as possible," She said in English. She then left her number and clicked a few buttons on her work phone so that all calls were now directed to her personal cell phone.
"What now?" Aanu said, her voice dripping with worry and anxious concern.
London, England
Miroku was squatting over his third dead body this week. It wasn't unusual for his office to get over twenty cases in a week, Interpol was a busy place to work, but this unfortunate victim was the third in a line of serial murders being committed in London. This unsub, as far as Inuyasha had told Miroku, committed his murders in a series of fives. He would move from city to city, country to country, commit five gruesome murders them move on in an unpredictable pattern. They were never able to pin-point where he would strike next until some unfortunate cop flagged Interpol's alert system with his report of a recent victim. It was the methodology and the signature that made this particular psychopath stand out from other killers.
I don't need this today. Miroku thought to himself. The possible Ebola-positive patient should've been his number one and only priority, but he was doing a favor for a friend and trusted colleague. Inuyasha only trusted Miroku's knowledge and insight with this particular case. It was Miroku who had found the unsub's signature with his initial autopsy when this sicko first popped up in Madrid three years ago. Inuyasha had been the lead on the case. That was how Miroku and Inuyasha first met. Miroku's first thoughts about Inuyasha started with 'What an asshole' that quickly escalated to 'Wow, this guy is the biggest asshole I've ever met.' But Miroku had come to appreciate Inuyasha's gruff and abrasive nature after he had saved his life.
After experiencing something that traumatic together there was no other option but to be good friends.
Looking for that particular signature on this new victim wasn't all that hard. It was like the unsub wasn't even trying to hide his signature anymore. It was possible this psycho had a copycat, but that was wishful thinking. A signature this unique wasn't public knowledge.
"You got anything Miroku?" A familiar voice called to Miroku from behind him. Miroku didn't have to look around to know that it was Agent Inuyasha Taisho. His appearance reflected that of a professional, he carried an athletic build that was hidden beneath with a well-kept but worn suit and tie. The standard Interpol uniform. He had a few unusual traits; his hair was short, cut in a way that somehow emulated both the military fashion and Cable style. It was so blonde you might have thought it was silver. His eyes held the attention of anyone who by chance looked him in the eye and kept his gaze. Golden irises were such an unusual color. He would swear they were not contacts if he was asked, but few believed him. He allowed people to think what they wanted, not bothering nor caring too much about their personal opinions of him. All of his other characteristics and traits weren't any different from anyone else that you might find walking down the street.
Or so most people think.
"It's your guy," Miroku said as he looked in the victim's mouth. The signature was there, branded on the victims tongue.
Inuyasha huffed. "Don't call him my guy, he's the unsub," Inuyasha said as he reached for his pocket notebook and golf course pencil and made notes.
Still an asshole.
Despite his bad temper and abrasive nature, Inuyasha was the type of person that commanded respect when he walked into a room. He gave respect to anyone despite their status as long as they gave respect to him. Miroku had only seen the man smile and laugh a handful of times, and only when it was just him and his team. Inuyasha wasn't the type of man that fit into any group easily, but the friends he made were people that he'd trust with his life and vice versa. Miroku was fortunate to be counted as one of these friends.
Miroku was also one of the few people that knew of Inuyasha's true heritage.
Inuyasha wasn't completely human.
If Inuyasha were to choose to make his non-human traits visible, simply by making a few adjustments to the Seal he carried on his person, people would undoubtedly respond negatively, maybe even in horror.
This is not something Inuyasha would risk in front of others.
"Whatever," Miroku said without looking up from the body. The victim was in his early thirties, un-athletic and moderate physique, and his tongue was branded with a spider. The edges of the brand lightly singed the soft tissue, giving it a sickly sweet smell. The unsub had previously branded other parts of human anatomy on his other victims, but only on one spot on the body. He never branded the same body part twice with each victim. Miroku wouldn't be able to determine if the tongue-brand was the only spot until he completed his autopsy. The cause of death wasn't obvious, which Miroku found curious.
"How long has the vic been dead?" Inuyasha asked as if uninterested. Miroku knew this behavior was a mask for the benefit of professionalism and personal compartmentalization. Having the privilege to know Inuyasha for as long as he had, he knew that Inuyasha took every case very seriously. Sometimes too seriously. Miroku had the feeling that this would be one of those cases.
"Six maybe nine hours," Miroku said looking at the liver thermometer.
"Any guess as to how long he's been here?"
"I can give you an approximate guess," Miroku said standing up, hearing and feeling the popping in his knees as he stretched. When did I get so old? He thought. I'm only 29. "But I can give you a definitive answer after my autopsy,"
Inuyasha looked behind Miroku and whistled, waving his arm in a come here motion to Miroku's assistants. The young medical examiner assistants fell over the body, quickly and efficiently preparing the body for transport to the Interpol morgue.
"Hey, only I get to do that," Miroku said indignantly.
"Bite me, this is my crime scene,"
"Bah," Miroku said nonchalantly as he removed his gloves. He looked at his watch, reached into his back pocket, pulled out his cell phone and swore at what he saw. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" He said as he marched away from the scene. Inuyasha followed Miroku, curiosity overcoming him, his notebook and crime scene temporarily forgotten.
When Miroku had last checked his phone half an hour ago there hadn't been that long-awaited call. Now he had three missed calls and a voicemail from the same foreign number with an area code he recognized as one from Switzerland. He fumbled with his phone to call the number back, jamming his phone to his ear. It was only a few seconds before he swore again hanging up angrily.
"What is it?" Inuyasha said, every muscle on alert. He was like a taut wire, perfectly still but ready to move fast if the situation triggered him.
"Shh!" Miroku said. "Damn! This area barely has a signal. I need to get back to the morgue, or at least to an area with an actual cell signal,"
Inuyasha didn't even waste time with questions. He just sprang into action, years of training and instinct taking over.
"My car, let's go. You can use the sat-phone in the SUV,"
The two men didn't waste any time.
…
"You're sure?" Miroku said into the cars encrypted Bluetooth surround-sound system. Inuyasha drove, Miroku in the passenger seat, his voice louder than necessary. Inuyasha weaved in and out of London traffic. He hated driving in London, even more now that Miroku was anxiously trying to get to his patient.
"Absolutely," A woman's voice said in English with a hint of an accent that Inuyasha couldn't place. She had hastily introduced herself as 'Dr. Higurashi' on the phone. The name rang something inside of Inuyasha, like a buried memory purposely forgotten. He could just about place where he knew that name from when the conversation took a direction towards something that Inuyasha didn't like hearing. If he understood correctly, Miroku was taking care of not only a living patient, but one riddled with a deadly and highly contagious disease. How Miroku got assigned this particular case, Inuyasha didn't know, but if Interpol was in any way involved, Inuyasha knew that this wouldn't be a simple case.
Insidious foul play or even terrorism were possibilities. Then again they couldn't completely rule out a tourist that was interested in dark tourism and had returned home with an unseen 'souvenir' without further evidence to the contrary.
"Thank you for confirming doctor," Miroku said.
"This is Dr. Luca Muller," another voice chimed in, this one masculine and obviously Swiss. "I am the head of the Infectious Disease department here at the WHO. I am sending a small team to meet you in London. We need to get ahead of this before it really starts,"
"Agreed," Miroku said. Inuyasha wondered when this had turned into a conference call.
"I'm sending one of my best physician team leads, Dr. Higurashi. She'll be on the next plane to London,"
"Good," Miroku said. "I'm going to request from my leadership that one of our best agents, Inuyasha Taisho be assigned to the case,"
"What?!" Inuyasha said out loud without thinking. There was a loud ringing from feedback in the speakers. He swerved into other traffic until he'd corrected himself, receiving angry honks from other London motorist. Miroku hadn't discussed this with Inuyasha at all during the drive back to Interpol headquarters. Inuyasha was completely floored and pissed. Inuyasha was already on a case, a serial murderer that branded his victims with a spider image. They had literally just left this guy's body dump site ten minutes ago, if Miroku was thinking about asking to have Inuyasha reassigned to his case, then he'd been thinking about it for a while and hadn't told Inuyasha. That revelation pissed him off even more. This killer had a pool of victims in London to choose from, there were only two possible victims left before he abandoned London and moved onto another city, maybe not even Europe. Inuyasha needed to get ahead of this guy with the input from the Behavioral Analysis Unit and help deliver a profile to the local cops and catch this bastard before he hurt another person. Every victim was on Inuyasha's conscience. A person he failed, a person he allowed to be hurt. The victim's family members were left with no answers or closure and all because he failed, because his team failed. Not with all the experience he had, the resources, or generous budget he and his team were granted could they catch this bastard. He had nightmares about this case. He knew he was exhibiting obsessive behavior but he couldn't help it. Something about this killer shook his very core.
And here was Miroku, taking away his opportunity to catch this unsub, volunteering him for a case that he knew his leadership would assign him to. A potential global pandemic did trump a serial killer after all.
"What the hell Miroku?!" Inuyasha said, not caring if the random strangers overheard him.
"Forgive my colleague," Miroku said hastily. "I'll ensure there is open communication between the two of us," 'Us' being the WHO and Interpol.
"Yes…" Dr. Muller said apprehensively, "Well, ensure that we are kept up to date on any new cases until Dr. Higurashi can get there,"
There's that name again.
But Inuyasha was too flustered to devote any time to figuring out how he knew it. His composure that he'd gained from years of training was thrown right out the window into the slightly polluted London air.
…
"You're being re-assigned," A man said without any pleasure. He was middle-aged, balding, and had a harsh permanent expression for a face. A small copper sign with the name 'Liam Torro' was placed at the front of his desk. His office was neat and tidy, except for the stack of manila folders littering the top of his desk. Torro was Inuyasha's superior and the Section Chief of his unit. He was also Inuyasha's last hope of keeping the Brand case. Inuyasha liked Torro, he had a no-nonsense attitude, took care of his people because it was the right thing to do, and protected them from the brass upstairs if necessary. Torro was good people.
Except for right now. Right now Inuyasha wanted to punch something.
"What?!" He said.
"You heard me Taisho. A deliberate intent to spread Ebola to the global population is suspected, that takes priority—
"What evidence do you have to support this?!" Inuyasha said, still angry but with less incredulity.
"You'll see when you check in," Torro said. "And control that anger. At least you and your team are being reassigned together. I could've let you be assigned to this case by yourself and work this case with people you've never worked with like the brass upstairs wanted,"
Inuyasha didn't say anything to that. Having Shippo, Hojo, and the others with him on this case could make it easier to solve. He had the Behavioral Analysis Unit looking over the Brand case, he would likely have a complete profile by the time he got back. The faster he got this thing closed, the faster he could get back to the Brand case. He was of the biased opinion that he had the best team in his Unit. A huge stack of closed cases didn't disprove his opinion.
"Fine," Inuyasha grunted and crossed his arms in indignation. He wasn't going to punch a gift horse in the mouth, but he wasn't going to thank Torro either. Call me childish, Inuyasha thought.
"Due to the nature of this case, Miroku and this…" Torro looked at a sheet of paper "Dr. Higurashi will be will be your team leads. Your job is to assist and track down any potential unsubs and bring them in before this shit gets out of hand. You're dismissed," Torro didn't even look back up, he just trusted that Inuyasha would walk out.
Inuyasha did leave. Loudly.
…
Inuyasha ordered Agent Hojo run to the airport to pick up the Swiss doctor knowing he wouldn't mind. After walking out of Torro's office, Inuyasha's mind went into 'work mode'. He didn't like his reassignment, but he'd do his best to close this case regardless. He quickly summoned his team and Miroku into a private briefing room. After everyone was settled Inuyasha took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves keeping his credentials and badge visible on the belt loop of his pants.
"Alright Miroku, brief us," Inuyasha said leaning against a desk.
"Alright," Miroku said, not expecting this. Regardless he buried his nervousness and stood up in front of the large TV, took the remote, and clicked to the first slide. A picture of his patient filled the void and was followed by a few gasps and 'eww's. The image was shocking.
"Unfortunately," Miroku started. "My patient expired less than an hour ago from what has been confirmed as Ebola,"
"My god," A young rookie agent said out loud.
"Fortunately…" Miroku clicked to another slide. "He had no relatives or friends living with him. He was a bonafide hermit. He hadn't been in or out of his home in six years. Had all of his work supplies, groceries, and other needs mailed to him directly,"
"Then how did he get exposed?"
"That's the puzzle," Miroku said clicking to another picture. This one filled with open packages and unopened letters that obviously belonged to the victim. "He hadn't traveled to any of the known locations that suffered from a recent Ebola outbreak, but we did find this package in his apartment after the diagnosis was made. We had to isolate the EMT crew that responded to the emergency call he made. We were fortunate to catch them before they returned to their headquarters or respond to another emergency call. They are still in critical condition in quarantine," he zoomed in on the open package. It was small, only a 2 by 2 square, wrapped in brown paper packaging. There was no return address. Inside was a notecard with the typed message 'Enjoy your last day,' There was no signature. There was also a complicated looking device. It reminded Inuyasha of those glitter spinners that he'd seen on porch pirating videos. Miroku circled the device with a laser pointer.
"This is the device that released the virus,"
"Why target this man?" Shippo, a younger agent asked.
Inuyasha sighed. He thought he knew why but he wasn't about to interrupt this briefing.
"We think," Miroku said, his confidence wavering only slightly. "That this was a test. We believe that a larger audience is the true target. We just don't know who, where, or when,"
"Holy shit,"
No one said anything for several moments the gravity of the room seemed to increase with each passing second. This was serious.
Millions of lives were at stake.
…
Kagome was rushed to the airport after picking up her 'go' bag from her office. In her line of work she was always having to rush to the next patient zero or epidemic without much notice. As a precaution she was always ready to go, she had a separate bag for cold and warm weather climates. She didn't bother to sleep on the plane, she was too hyped up with anxiety and nervous tension. She instead tried to distract herself during the two hour flight. She'd knew she'd heard the name Inuyasha Taisho over the conference call this morning. When she thought of that name, it was like a black hole, constantly sucking in her attention. She'd think about something else, then a few seconds later she'd be right back to where she started. She wasn't sure why. She didn't recognize it as one that she knew personally and she was sure that she would remember that name if she'd been introduced to him before. Inuyasha was an unusual name, native to her home country of Japan she was sure, but she still couldn't place it. The lethologica bothered her. She had an eidetic memory. Everything she'd ever read was permanently imprinted in her mind. She could recall with perfect accuracy the page number, citation, and conclusion of her first college research thesis. Pick any book off a random shelf in any bookstore, show it to her, and ask her to read an entire page then ask her a month later to say what she read out loud and she would be able to regurgitate it you perfectly. It was why she'd been promoted to a lead physician at the ripe young age of twenty-eight. Her brain had placed her in advanced and accelerated programs her entire life. Graduating high school at fourteen hadn't been easy for her. She'd gotten bullied a lot by the older students. In her college years, she completed her undergraduate degree in less than three years at a young age, finished medical school and her internship in record time.
This earned her a lot of unnecessary grief. She had a hard time making friends. Most people at her office ignored her, but she'd been able to win over a few people like Aanu, who was now asleep next to her on the plane. Despite all the social challenges her mind had given her, Kagome was a genuinely nice person. She had a temper, but was able to keep this from people most of the time. People just couldn't stay mean to her if they stuck around to get to know her.
She thought again of the conference call this morning. She didn't think of the danger or the potential pandemic, this wouldn't help her to do her job. She thought of that name again, getting drawn further into that black hole.
Inuyasha. She thought. Have we met before?
A/N: (1) I wanted to give Inuyasha a modern look, so his hair was shortened. If you're unsure what a Cable is, look up the character from Deadpool. He might look pretty good with that haircut, especially if he has human ears. I didnt want these characters to reflect too much on the traditional Feudal Fairytale characters. They each have their own identity and history that will be revealed later. Explanations on the
'Seal' will be given later, but you've probably guessed that the Seal hides his real ears.
(2) Eidetic memory is real. I wanted to give this Kagome a real chance, something that gave her an advantage over her Feudal character.