A/N: Okay, okay. This is my second attempt at an AU, since this just popped into my head, and my other idea has just been flushed down the proverbial toilet. O.o;; Please be kind! R&R!
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Disclaimer: ...Must I? Oh fine! I don't own Inu-Yasha! Rumiko Takahashi does! *sighs*
Goaku: The Five Deadly Sins of Buddhism
Ichi- Murder and a Newfound Partnership
By Aiko
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Inu-Yasha sat behind his cold metal desk, flipping through some papers on his desk. He let out a long sigh and looked up from his dull work. He had been at it for quite some time, and it showed. The bangs of his waist-length, midnight hair were matted against his forehead, and his jacket was sprawled across the floor in frustration. His shirt sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbow, and his tie was loosened, a couple of buttons opened just below it. The young man was tired, and knowing the lateness of the hour, it was justified. He glanced at the clock. Its uniform black and white face stared back at him and read 10:45 pm. He laughed wryly. His day had started at 4 am, and he had worked nonstop ever since. His boss had run him ragged with this case. It was just your classic murder/rape case, and he was just going through the formalities. That Sesshoumaru, although he was Inu-Yasha's brother, could be a heartless bastard. Assigning formal cases to an obviously competent detective, and dragging it on to make it take all day, was just the sort of thing he'd do to his brother.
He finally rose from his seat, straightening his papers and capping his pen. He was done, at last. Inu-Yasha turned to the window opposite his desk and saw the dark, rainy
streets mocking him. He bent down and scooped up his jacket. He straighten his tie, buttoned up the remaining buttons of his shirt, and swung the jacket over his right shoulder. The fact that he was done was enough to put him in high spirits, and personally, he had always been a fan of rainy days. With a half-grin on his face, he grabbed the papers, hopped over his desk, and opened the door to the main office.
Inu-Yasha turned around and locked the door behind him, looking at the black letters that read, "Inuyasha Shikon, Investigator". He laughed to himself. Nobody seemed to know how to spell his named. Shaking his head, he turned around and headed to Sesshoumaru's office to turn in his report. He began to hum a song to himself, in a low buzzy, yet full and melodic, manner. Just as he was about to turn the corner, a man stepped in his way.
"Hey there, Inu-Yasha," the man said, in an all-too-cheery voice. He had on a normal black suit, but his tie was missing and his shirt was untucked for one reason or another. His short, well shorter than Inu-Yasha's, black hair was pulled back into a tiny ponytail, and his bangs fell lazily into his eyes. His left hand was in his pocket, and his right was supporting his weight on the wall, blocking Inu-Yasha from passing.
"Move out of my WAY, Miroku," he said, growing steadily more annoyed, "Don't you have some girls to hit on, or violate, or SOMEthing?"
Miroku laughed, causing his golden earrings to clink together. "Oh, my friend! You've got me pegged all wrong!" He put an arm around his shoulder and started to walk with him.
Inu-Yasha looked at him through the corner of his eye. "I'm not your friend." His good mood had all but vanished, and a look of annoyance settled on his face. He pushed the arm off his shoulder and glared at Miroku. "Look," he spat, "I've got to drop this report off with Sesshoumaru, and then I'm going home. Frankly, I've had enough of these stupid "errands" he's making me run. I'm just glad they're over for at least a little while." He ran his hand back through his hair, sighing.
Miroku stepped ahead of him and stopped in front of the pissed off detective. "Actually," he said, a grin snaking its way across his face, "that's what I wanted to talk to you about." He looked down and played with the edge of his shirt, then glanced back up at Inu-Yasha with a devilish grin. "You and I have been assigned a case."
Inu-Yasha's eyes widened as he dropped his papers on the ground. "WHAT?! AAAGH!" He leaned against the wall and slid down, until he was sitting on the stiff blue carpet of the office. He exhaled upward, making his bangs fly about wildly. He held his head in his hands, shaking it slowly.
"Geez," Miroku said defensively, "I'm not THAT bad." He looked down at his long-haired partner-to-be.
He began to collect his papers and stand up. "It's not only that, but I was looking forward to at least a short vacation. Even a three-day weekend would do." He laughed slightly and began to drag his feet to Sesshoumaru's office. Miroku followed. It seemed like a long trek, but that was most likely because he dreaded facing his seemingly demonic brother and boss.
Finally they reached the door baring, in ominous black lettering, the words "Sesshoumaru Shikon", and under it, "Administrating Director". At first glance, one might suspect nepotism being the reason why Inu-Yasha was employed at that particular firm. But after one would see the looks Sesshoumaru gave his brother, all of those thoughts vanished. Truth was, it was by mere coincidence that the two rivaling siblings ended up working together, if you could even call it that. Inu-Yasha and Sesshoumaru were half-brothers. Sesshoumaru being the older of the two, having seen his parents split up, came to despise his younger brother, whose mother had stayed. When Inu-Yasha reached the tender age of three, his mother died of reasons unknown, and their father became distant toward both his sons. When they were of age, both of the brothers moved out, never to speak again. As luck would have it, they both went out for the same line of work, and ended up together. Oh, fate had dealt Inu-Yasha a cruel hand. And to top it all off, their father had grown ill, and now fights over inheritance began to spring forth.
Inu-Yasha reached out his hand and turned the knob. He didn't really expect Sesshoumaru to be there at this hour, since it was nearly eleven. He swung the door open, and much to his surprise, and dismay, there his brother sat, drumming his abnormally long fingernails on his desk.
"It's about time," he said with a smug smile on his face, "I've been waiting all day for this report, Shikon." He spoke to him so formally, and with such detachment, that you wouldn't even conceive the slightest notion that they were even remotely related. You could see the resemblance, though. Sesshoumaru stood taller and leaner than Inu-Yasha, and took on a very effeminate air at times. His eyes were a stone cold gray, and stared off in the distance like an old blind man's, neither seeing nor caring it seemed, a large contrast to his brother's, whose amber eyes, though they seemed at first distant, were warm and caring. His hair was black as pitch with flecks of gray--no, silver---scattered about in an artistic manner. His right hand was a mechanical one, for he had lost it in an accident in his youth. It hung limply at his side most of the time, somehow giving him a stoic disposition.
He snatched the papers out of Inu-Yasha's hands almost violently. He flipped through them quickly and then placed them hurriedly on his desk. "Mmhmm...I guess that'll have to do...Can't expect much more from a failure, I suppose." He laughed to himself as Inu-Yasha lunged forward at him.
"Don't provoke me, Sesshoumaru," he threatened, clenching his fist.
"I wouldn't dream of it, dear brother," Sesshoumaru mocked. He walked to the coat hanger and grabbed his hat. He started out the door when a powerful hand thrust him back in. He looked down. It was his little brother's.
"Not just yet, mister high-and-mighty," Inu-Yasha almost growled. He looked him straight in the eye and inquired, "Why, all of a sudden, when I FINALLY get a break from all the menial work, do you give me a case?" He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that perhaps it was just another meaningless errand.
"Well," he said, flicking his brother's hand off, "I've always associated murder with your name..." He said this almost like a threat, as he threw Inu-Yasha back toward his desk and walked out of the room, pushing past Miroku.
Inu-Yasha's eye widened as he pushed himself off the desk and began t walk toward the door. 'A murder case? Sesshoumaru, of all people, assigned me a MURDER case?' he thought incredulously to himself. He reached the doorway, where Miroku was leaning, his arms folded across his chest.
He smirked. "Is that what they call 'brotherly love'?" He laughed. They began walking. "Makes me glad I'm an only child..."
Inu-Yasha slipped his jacket on and ignored his last comment, deep in thought. "So," he said, mulling over the events of the past few minutes or so, "a murder case, is it? Know anything about it?" He flicked his hair out from under the jacket.
Miroku shrugged as they neared the receptionist's desk. "Not much...Apparently some girl's mother was murdered for reasons unknown. The girl will be in tomorrow morning down at the station. You can ask her about it. As I said, I don't know much about it."
Inu-Yasha's face grew curious. "Really? What's her name?"
"Kagome Higur--something or other. Really didn't pay attention to the minor details." Miroku yawned as he slowed to a stop in front of the desk.
Inu-Yasha scoffed. "You consider THAT a minor detail?" He stopped beside him and turned to face the receptionist.
The dull golden nameplate read "Kikyo Mikosama". Her cloudy sienna eyes lifted from her computer, which she was shutting down. She snorted. "It's about time you two left. You know I can't leave until everybody else does." She rose from her chair and grabbed her coat. She was moderately tall, nothing spectacular or anything like that, but she was tall. Her shadow-colored hair reached her waist and was held back in a loose ponytail by a white ribbon. She was wearing a skirt that ended just below her knees, not exactly the most attractive thing you've ever seen. She had on a regular white shirt, and it was tucked into her skirt. Her ears adorned two large silver hoop earrings.
Inu-Yasha made a face, halfway between offended and comical. "Well, it's nice to see you too, Kikyo."
Miroku walked around the desk and grasped Kikyo's hand between both of his. "Always a pleasure, Miss Mikosama." He seemed to be scheming something. "Would you care to join me for a late, late, late dinner at my place, hmm?" He raised his eyebrows and tried his hardest to look sexy. One of his hands began to wander and...
"Eep!" Kikyo yelped. "You...You perv!" She slapped him and pulled her jacket on, walking off in a huff.
Miroku rubbed his reddened cheek sheepishly. "Was it something I said?"
Inu-Yasha smirked. "I have the strangest feeling that it was something you did..." He began to head toward the door.
Miroku gave a mock-offended look toward the young man. "Why, whatever makes you think that, my friend?"
Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes as he opened the door and flicked the light switches off. "I have no clue...And I'm not your friend!"
Miroku threw his arms up defensively as they headed toward their own cars in the parking garage. "All right, all right. Whatever you say...Partner." He laughed to himself, shaking his head as he unlocked his car and slipped into the driver's seat.
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Inu-Yasha pulled into his garage. He turned off the ignition, climbed out of his car, and slammed the door behind him, creating a loud sound that resounded off the cold concrete walls. He headed toward his door.
His had finally reached it, after a long walk it seemed. The calligraphic black numbers on his door loomed toward him. They read "1010A". He turned the key and pushed the door open to his one-bedroom apartment. He flipped on a switch and the whole house illuminated. He waded through a mess of clothes and books and such that were strewn across the floor, until he finally reached his bedroom. He fell onto his bed with an "oof". The man blinked a couple of times and glanced at his digital clock. The large red numbers stared back at him, burning "12:36 am" into his brain. He closed his eyes, and without even changing out of his clothes, he fell into a deep slumber.
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"Oh yes, that's right folks! It's 4:30 in the morning, and you know what that means," the radio began blaring, "It's..." CLICK. Inu-Yasha sleepily staggered over to his clock and pushed the button. "Sorry, Jake," he apologized to the radio personality, "No nonstop, around-the-clock rock-and-roll for me today." He pushed his bangs back and rubbed his eyes. He noticed he was still in his clothes as he walked to the bathroom for his morning shower. The morning preparations had begun.
After a quick shower, he dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked to his closet and pulled out the usual boring black suit. He put it on and smoothed it out on his body. He leafed through his barren tie collection, and decided against a tie altogether. He yawned. 4 hours of sleep wasn't enough after a rigorous day at work the previous day.
Inu-Yasha's mind was still wandering to that case he was assigned to. He still didn't know if he would accept or not. He decided he'd learn more of the case, and then decide. He glanced at the clock. It was 6:00. Time for work.
He exited his house and locked the door behind him. "Hey, Inu-Yasha, m'boy." A voice came from behind him, and he jumped.
He smiled with relief when he saw who it was. "Holy Kami, Myouga! You scared the shit out of me!"
The elderly man laughed a little. "Sorry. Jumpy are we?" The little old man was bent and withering with age, and his grayed mustache drooped a little. His bald head glittered in the rising sun.
Inu-Yasha scoffed. "Still not as jumpy as you, old crone!" The old man began to chuckle heartily as he crouched to pick up his paper, and continued back into his home.
The detective grinned, shaking his head as he started toward his car, mumbling to himself, "That Myouga..." When he at last reached it, he climbed in, backed out, and drove to the hell hole that was his work. Surprisingly, this day looked like it was going to be sunny, disregarding last night's rainy weather.
He turned a corner, and the angle he was now in caused the sun to glare in his eye, so he squinted, now annoyed. He reached up and pulled the visor down. For twenty minutes he drove straight ahead, until he reached a large building. He turned into the parking lot and parked in front of the sign that read, "Shikon Detective Agency". Inu-Yasha sighed heavily and opened his door. He got out and slammed the door behind him.
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Inu-Yasha exited the elevator, dreading seeing his brother. He thrust his hands in his pockets and wakled toward the main entrance, where Miroku seemed to be obstructing his path.
"You know what, Miroku," he said through gritted teeth, "you always seem to be in my way, and it's starting to piss me off."
Miroku ran his fingers through his short black hair and laughed. "Aw..That hurts Inu-Yasha. I merely wanted to remind you that that Kagome girl is down at the station right now, and I was going to escort you there. But if you'd rather stay here with your loving brother..." He trailed off.
Inu-Yasha could've smacked himself for forgetting. The case had been the only thing on his mind for the past couple of hours. He nodded, as if he had come to this conclusion on his own. "Hmm...Let's go." And he started down the stairs.
Miroku laughed as he followed him. "I just knew you'd see it my way."
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Inu-Yasha headed down the street, not taking his car, for the police station was only about a block away. Miroku, out of breath, ran to catch up with him. "H-hey! Wait up!!!"
Finally, he reached the door of the station. He pulled it open and went inside, not even caring enough to hold the door open for poor Miroku, who was briefly smashed between the door and the wall. "Ughh...."
Inu-Yasha walked up to the front desk. The officer behind it was an elderly woman, and her badge read "Kaede Mikosama". 'Must be Kikyo's older sister,' Inu-yasha mused inwardly. He leaned forward on the desk, his palms supporting his weight. He cleared his throat.
"May I help ye, child?" Kaede looked up. The fact that she spoke quite like a pirate made it hard for Inu-Yasha to suppress his laughter when he saw she had an eye patch.
Miroku quickly regained his composure and speed-walked up to the desk. "Ah, yes, we're here to see Miss Higurashi, I think it is."
Kaede raised an eyebrow. "Your names are...?"
Miroku answered for the both of them. He placed a hand to his chest. "I'm Miroku Bouzu, and this," on the word, he placed a hand on Inu-Yasha's shoulder, "is my very good friend, Inu-Yasha Shikon."
"Related to Sesshoumaru, are ye not? I pity ye." She nodded sadly and got up out of her seat. She waved the two men over. "She's over in this room." The three headed over to a room at the end of the hall. You could see through the windows that there was a crying girl inside. Kaede opened the door.
"Kagome," she said softly, "Some men are here to see ye about thy mother."
The sullen girl nodded and looked up from her hands, which were shaking in her lap.
He entered the room and stood there for a second. Inu-Yasha made his decision on whether or not he would do the case right then and there. Hello, Miss Higurashi, I am Inu-Yasha Shikon, and this is Miroku Bouzu. We will be the main investigators for your mother's case." Miroku was standing in the doorway at the time and grinned at his decision. "It's gonna be a loooong ride," he whispered to himself.
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A/N: All right! That was the first chapter! I hope you liked it! I will only update if I get reviews, because I don't want t be taking up space on ff.net with a useless story, lol! Please review! Yes, I'm aware that this chapter is kinda slow, but I promise you the story'll get faster!!! Oh yes, and by the way, this was inspired by the movie "Seven". Again, please, please, please review!
Ja, minna-san!
Ko-ko
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Disclaimer: ...Must I? Oh fine! I don't own Inu-Yasha! Rumiko Takahashi does! *sighs*
Goaku: The Five Deadly Sins of Buddhism
Ichi- Murder and a Newfound Partnership
By Aiko
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Inu-Yasha sat behind his cold metal desk, flipping through some papers on his desk. He let out a long sigh and looked up from his dull work. He had been at it for quite some time, and it showed. The bangs of his waist-length, midnight hair were matted against his forehead, and his jacket was sprawled across the floor in frustration. His shirt sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbow, and his tie was loosened, a couple of buttons opened just below it. The young man was tired, and knowing the lateness of the hour, it was justified. He glanced at the clock. Its uniform black and white face stared back at him and read 10:45 pm. He laughed wryly. His day had started at 4 am, and he had worked nonstop ever since. His boss had run him ragged with this case. It was just your classic murder/rape case, and he was just going through the formalities. That Sesshoumaru, although he was Inu-Yasha's brother, could be a heartless bastard. Assigning formal cases to an obviously competent detective, and dragging it on to make it take all day, was just the sort of thing he'd do to his brother.
He finally rose from his seat, straightening his papers and capping his pen. He was done, at last. Inu-Yasha turned to the window opposite his desk and saw the dark, rainy
streets mocking him. He bent down and scooped up his jacket. He straighten his tie, buttoned up the remaining buttons of his shirt, and swung the jacket over his right shoulder. The fact that he was done was enough to put him in high spirits, and personally, he had always been a fan of rainy days. With a half-grin on his face, he grabbed the papers, hopped over his desk, and opened the door to the main office.
Inu-Yasha turned around and locked the door behind him, looking at the black letters that read, "Inuyasha Shikon, Investigator". He laughed to himself. Nobody seemed to know how to spell his named. Shaking his head, he turned around and headed to Sesshoumaru's office to turn in his report. He began to hum a song to himself, in a low buzzy, yet full and melodic, manner. Just as he was about to turn the corner, a man stepped in his way.
"Hey there, Inu-Yasha," the man said, in an all-too-cheery voice. He had on a normal black suit, but his tie was missing and his shirt was untucked for one reason or another. His short, well shorter than Inu-Yasha's, black hair was pulled back into a tiny ponytail, and his bangs fell lazily into his eyes. His left hand was in his pocket, and his right was supporting his weight on the wall, blocking Inu-Yasha from passing.
"Move out of my WAY, Miroku," he said, growing steadily more annoyed, "Don't you have some girls to hit on, or violate, or SOMEthing?"
Miroku laughed, causing his golden earrings to clink together. "Oh, my friend! You've got me pegged all wrong!" He put an arm around his shoulder and started to walk with him.
Inu-Yasha looked at him through the corner of his eye. "I'm not your friend." His good mood had all but vanished, and a look of annoyance settled on his face. He pushed the arm off his shoulder and glared at Miroku. "Look," he spat, "I've got to drop this report off with Sesshoumaru, and then I'm going home. Frankly, I've had enough of these stupid "errands" he's making me run. I'm just glad they're over for at least a little while." He ran his hand back through his hair, sighing.
Miroku stepped ahead of him and stopped in front of the pissed off detective. "Actually," he said, a grin snaking its way across his face, "that's what I wanted to talk to you about." He looked down and played with the edge of his shirt, then glanced back up at Inu-Yasha with a devilish grin. "You and I have been assigned a case."
Inu-Yasha's eyes widened as he dropped his papers on the ground. "WHAT?! AAAGH!" He leaned against the wall and slid down, until he was sitting on the stiff blue carpet of the office. He exhaled upward, making his bangs fly about wildly. He held his head in his hands, shaking it slowly.
"Geez," Miroku said defensively, "I'm not THAT bad." He looked down at his long-haired partner-to-be.
He began to collect his papers and stand up. "It's not only that, but I was looking forward to at least a short vacation. Even a three-day weekend would do." He laughed slightly and began to drag his feet to Sesshoumaru's office. Miroku followed. It seemed like a long trek, but that was most likely because he dreaded facing his seemingly demonic brother and boss.
Finally they reached the door baring, in ominous black lettering, the words "Sesshoumaru Shikon", and under it, "Administrating Director". At first glance, one might suspect nepotism being the reason why Inu-Yasha was employed at that particular firm. But after one would see the looks Sesshoumaru gave his brother, all of those thoughts vanished. Truth was, it was by mere coincidence that the two rivaling siblings ended up working together, if you could even call it that. Inu-Yasha and Sesshoumaru were half-brothers. Sesshoumaru being the older of the two, having seen his parents split up, came to despise his younger brother, whose mother had stayed. When Inu-Yasha reached the tender age of three, his mother died of reasons unknown, and their father became distant toward both his sons. When they were of age, both of the brothers moved out, never to speak again. As luck would have it, they both went out for the same line of work, and ended up together. Oh, fate had dealt Inu-Yasha a cruel hand. And to top it all off, their father had grown ill, and now fights over inheritance began to spring forth.
Inu-Yasha reached out his hand and turned the knob. He didn't really expect Sesshoumaru to be there at this hour, since it was nearly eleven. He swung the door open, and much to his surprise, and dismay, there his brother sat, drumming his abnormally long fingernails on his desk.
"It's about time," he said with a smug smile on his face, "I've been waiting all day for this report, Shikon." He spoke to him so formally, and with such detachment, that you wouldn't even conceive the slightest notion that they were even remotely related. You could see the resemblance, though. Sesshoumaru stood taller and leaner than Inu-Yasha, and took on a very effeminate air at times. His eyes were a stone cold gray, and stared off in the distance like an old blind man's, neither seeing nor caring it seemed, a large contrast to his brother's, whose amber eyes, though they seemed at first distant, were warm and caring. His hair was black as pitch with flecks of gray--no, silver---scattered about in an artistic manner. His right hand was a mechanical one, for he had lost it in an accident in his youth. It hung limply at his side most of the time, somehow giving him a stoic disposition.
He snatched the papers out of Inu-Yasha's hands almost violently. He flipped through them quickly and then placed them hurriedly on his desk. "Mmhmm...I guess that'll have to do...Can't expect much more from a failure, I suppose." He laughed to himself as Inu-Yasha lunged forward at him.
"Don't provoke me, Sesshoumaru," he threatened, clenching his fist.
"I wouldn't dream of it, dear brother," Sesshoumaru mocked. He walked to the coat hanger and grabbed his hat. He started out the door when a powerful hand thrust him back in. He looked down. It was his little brother's.
"Not just yet, mister high-and-mighty," Inu-Yasha almost growled. He looked him straight in the eye and inquired, "Why, all of a sudden, when I FINALLY get a break from all the menial work, do you give me a case?" He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that perhaps it was just another meaningless errand.
"Well," he said, flicking his brother's hand off, "I've always associated murder with your name..." He said this almost like a threat, as he threw Inu-Yasha back toward his desk and walked out of the room, pushing past Miroku.
Inu-Yasha's eye widened as he pushed himself off the desk and began t walk toward the door. 'A murder case? Sesshoumaru, of all people, assigned me a MURDER case?' he thought incredulously to himself. He reached the doorway, where Miroku was leaning, his arms folded across his chest.
He smirked. "Is that what they call 'brotherly love'?" He laughed. They began walking. "Makes me glad I'm an only child..."
Inu-Yasha slipped his jacket on and ignored his last comment, deep in thought. "So," he said, mulling over the events of the past few minutes or so, "a murder case, is it? Know anything about it?" He flicked his hair out from under the jacket.
Miroku shrugged as they neared the receptionist's desk. "Not much...Apparently some girl's mother was murdered for reasons unknown. The girl will be in tomorrow morning down at the station. You can ask her about it. As I said, I don't know much about it."
Inu-Yasha's face grew curious. "Really? What's her name?"
"Kagome Higur--something or other. Really didn't pay attention to the minor details." Miroku yawned as he slowed to a stop in front of the desk.
Inu-Yasha scoffed. "You consider THAT a minor detail?" He stopped beside him and turned to face the receptionist.
The dull golden nameplate read "Kikyo Mikosama". Her cloudy sienna eyes lifted from her computer, which she was shutting down. She snorted. "It's about time you two left. You know I can't leave until everybody else does." She rose from her chair and grabbed her coat. She was moderately tall, nothing spectacular or anything like that, but she was tall. Her shadow-colored hair reached her waist and was held back in a loose ponytail by a white ribbon. She was wearing a skirt that ended just below her knees, not exactly the most attractive thing you've ever seen. She had on a regular white shirt, and it was tucked into her skirt. Her ears adorned two large silver hoop earrings.
Inu-Yasha made a face, halfway between offended and comical. "Well, it's nice to see you too, Kikyo."
Miroku walked around the desk and grasped Kikyo's hand between both of his. "Always a pleasure, Miss Mikosama." He seemed to be scheming something. "Would you care to join me for a late, late, late dinner at my place, hmm?" He raised his eyebrows and tried his hardest to look sexy. One of his hands began to wander and...
"Eep!" Kikyo yelped. "You...You perv!" She slapped him and pulled her jacket on, walking off in a huff.
Miroku rubbed his reddened cheek sheepishly. "Was it something I said?"
Inu-Yasha smirked. "I have the strangest feeling that it was something you did..." He began to head toward the door.
Miroku gave a mock-offended look toward the young man. "Why, whatever makes you think that, my friend?"
Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes as he opened the door and flicked the light switches off. "I have no clue...And I'm not your friend!"
Miroku threw his arms up defensively as they headed toward their own cars in the parking garage. "All right, all right. Whatever you say...Partner." He laughed to himself, shaking his head as he unlocked his car and slipped into the driver's seat.
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Inu-Yasha pulled into his garage. He turned off the ignition, climbed out of his car, and slammed the door behind him, creating a loud sound that resounded off the cold concrete walls. He headed toward his door.
His had finally reached it, after a long walk it seemed. The calligraphic black numbers on his door loomed toward him. They read "1010A". He turned the key and pushed the door open to his one-bedroom apartment. He flipped on a switch and the whole house illuminated. He waded through a mess of clothes and books and such that were strewn across the floor, until he finally reached his bedroom. He fell onto his bed with an "oof". The man blinked a couple of times and glanced at his digital clock. The large red numbers stared back at him, burning "12:36 am" into his brain. He closed his eyes, and without even changing out of his clothes, he fell into a deep slumber.
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"Oh yes, that's right folks! It's 4:30 in the morning, and you know what that means," the radio began blaring, "It's..." CLICK. Inu-Yasha sleepily staggered over to his clock and pushed the button. "Sorry, Jake," he apologized to the radio personality, "No nonstop, around-the-clock rock-and-roll for me today." He pushed his bangs back and rubbed his eyes. He noticed he was still in his clothes as he walked to the bathroom for his morning shower. The morning preparations had begun.
After a quick shower, he dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked to his closet and pulled out the usual boring black suit. He put it on and smoothed it out on his body. He leafed through his barren tie collection, and decided against a tie altogether. He yawned. 4 hours of sleep wasn't enough after a rigorous day at work the previous day.
Inu-Yasha's mind was still wandering to that case he was assigned to. He still didn't know if he would accept or not. He decided he'd learn more of the case, and then decide. He glanced at the clock. It was 6:00. Time for work.
He exited his house and locked the door behind him. "Hey, Inu-Yasha, m'boy." A voice came from behind him, and he jumped.
He smiled with relief when he saw who it was. "Holy Kami, Myouga! You scared the shit out of me!"
The elderly man laughed a little. "Sorry. Jumpy are we?" The little old man was bent and withering with age, and his grayed mustache drooped a little. His bald head glittered in the rising sun.
Inu-Yasha scoffed. "Still not as jumpy as you, old crone!" The old man began to chuckle heartily as he crouched to pick up his paper, and continued back into his home.
The detective grinned, shaking his head as he started toward his car, mumbling to himself, "That Myouga..." When he at last reached it, he climbed in, backed out, and drove to the hell hole that was his work. Surprisingly, this day looked like it was going to be sunny, disregarding last night's rainy weather.
He turned a corner, and the angle he was now in caused the sun to glare in his eye, so he squinted, now annoyed. He reached up and pulled the visor down. For twenty minutes he drove straight ahead, until he reached a large building. He turned into the parking lot and parked in front of the sign that read, "Shikon Detective Agency". Inu-Yasha sighed heavily and opened his door. He got out and slammed the door behind him.
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Inu-Yasha exited the elevator, dreading seeing his brother. He thrust his hands in his pockets and wakled toward the main entrance, where Miroku seemed to be obstructing his path.
"You know what, Miroku," he said through gritted teeth, "you always seem to be in my way, and it's starting to piss me off."
Miroku ran his fingers through his short black hair and laughed. "Aw..That hurts Inu-Yasha. I merely wanted to remind you that that Kagome girl is down at the station right now, and I was going to escort you there. But if you'd rather stay here with your loving brother..." He trailed off.
Inu-Yasha could've smacked himself for forgetting. The case had been the only thing on his mind for the past couple of hours. He nodded, as if he had come to this conclusion on his own. "Hmm...Let's go." And he started down the stairs.
Miroku laughed as he followed him. "I just knew you'd see it my way."
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Inu-Yasha headed down the street, not taking his car, for the police station was only about a block away. Miroku, out of breath, ran to catch up with him. "H-hey! Wait up!!!"
Finally, he reached the door of the station. He pulled it open and went inside, not even caring enough to hold the door open for poor Miroku, who was briefly smashed between the door and the wall. "Ughh...."
Inu-Yasha walked up to the front desk. The officer behind it was an elderly woman, and her badge read "Kaede Mikosama". 'Must be Kikyo's older sister,' Inu-yasha mused inwardly. He leaned forward on the desk, his palms supporting his weight. He cleared his throat.
"May I help ye, child?" Kaede looked up. The fact that she spoke quite like a pirate made it hard for Inu-Yasha to suppress his laughter when he saw she had an eye patch.
Miroku quickly regained his composure and speed-walked up to the desk. "Ah, yes, we're here to see Miss Higurashi, I think it is."
Kaede raised an eyebrow. "Your names are...?"
Miroku answered for the both of them. He placed a hand to his chest. "I'm Miroku Bouzu, and this," on the word, he placed a hand on Inu-Yasha's shoulder, "is my very good friend, Inu-Yasha Shikon."
"Related to Sesshoumaru, are ye not? I pity ye." She nodded sadly and got up out of her seat. She waved the two men over. "She's over in this room." The three headed over to a room at the end of the hall. You could see through the windows that there was a crying girl inside. Kaede opened the door.
"Kagome," she said softly, "Some men are here to see ye about thy mother."
The sullen girl nodded and looked up from her hands, which were shaking in her lap.
He entered the room and stood there for a second. Inu-Yasha made his decision on whether or not he would do the case right then and there. Hello, Miss Higurashi, I am Inu-Yasha Shikon, and this is Miroku Bouzu. We will be the main investigators for your mother's case." Miroku was standing in the doorway at the time and grinned at his decision. "It's gonna be a loooong ride," he whispered to himself.
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A/N: All right! That was the first chapter! I hope you liked it! I will only update if I get reviews, because I don't want t be taking up space on ff.net with a useless story, lol! Please review! Yes, I'm aware that this chapter is kinda slow, but I promise you the story'll get faster!!! Oh yes, and by the way, this was inspired by the movie "Seven". Again, please, please, please review!
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