A/N: All right. Here's my second chapter. I'm only writing it for my sister and for boredom's sake, since you people don't seem the least bit interested in mah story. u.u;;; All right, enough with the self-pity!
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Goaku: The Five Deadly Sins of Buddhism
By Aiko
Ni- The Investigation of a Gruesome Crime Scene
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Inu-Yasha pulled out a chair opposite Kagome and sat. Miroku remained in the doorway, halfway listening, and halfway trying to sneak a peek down her shirt. Kaede exited the room, and left the two to their own devices.
Kagome had yet to speak a word, and for five minutes, the three sat in silence. Finally, the girl looked up from her lap and said, in barely a whisper, "So, you're gonna help me find my mother's killer?" Her voice was shaky from crying, and her eyes were slightly swollen, but she was still a very pretty girl. Her raven hair rolled down her shoulders in a wave-like manner, and complemented her fair-toned skin. She had large, shimmering chocolate eyes that held much sadness in them, for obvious reasons. She was clad in a short-sleeved white shirt with a green collar. She wore a green skirt that ended mid-thigh, and brown, ankle high boots.
Inu-Yasha nodded. "Yes. That's our job. But we're going to need your help," he spun his chair around and sat with the back of the chair to his chest, "We'll need some information from you."
Miroku strolled over to the girl and kneeled by her chair, grasping her hands in his own. "And if there's anything YOU need, anything at all, I'll be here to fulfill your every fantasy..." A sneaky grin spread across his face.
Inu-Yasha growled. "Down boy," he smirked as a pissed Miroku pushed off the ground and wandered away from Kagome.
Kagome smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you. I'm willing to give you any information you need, Mr. Shikon. All I wanted is for my mother's killer to die. That's all IT deserves... Nothing more..." She looked into the distance and her eyes began to water. But she didn't cry.
Inu-Yasha heart ached for the girl. "You can call me Inu-Yasha."
Miroku popped up behind him. "And you can call me any time you want." He raised his eyebrows.
Inu-Yasha whacked him upside the head. "Cut it out," he mumbled to the lecher. He looked to Kagome. "All right. We'll start with the basic information, to start a file for you. Is that okay?"
Kagome nodded. "As I said, any information you need, I'll give it to you."
He smiled benignly. "All right. First thing's first. Name, age, and place of residence, please."
She answered promptly, "Kagome Higurashi, 20, Higurashi Shrine."
"So you live at that old shrine? I see," he looked up, "Do you think that anybody had a particular grudge against your mother? Was anybody out to get her?"
She shook her head. "No, not that I can think of. She was the nicest, kindest person in the world. I suppose that's why she could barely cope with her job. She never wanted to hurt anybody. Or anything."
Inu-Yasha's eyes grew interested. "Oh really? What did she do for a living?" He tapped his pen against his clipboard.
Kagome sighed. "She worked at an abortion clinic. She dreaded going there every day, but she had to, she said."
He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "And why was that, do you think?"
She shrugged and said, "I think that, maybe, even though she didn't exactly enjoy it, she knew that that fate was better than the unwanted child being dropped in a dumpster, and left to die. I whole-heartedly agree." She nodded to herself.
He scribbled some notes on his paper and looked up. "Hmm...," he pondered for a moment, "Everything seems to be in order. Now all Miroku and I have to do is investigate the crime scene..."
Kagome nodded as she rose from her chair. "If that's all you need, I suppose I'll be going," she said, walking to the door. "And by the way," she spun around and looked Inu-Yasha in the eye, "You know, at first, when I found out my mom had been... um...you know...all I wanted to do was cry. And that's what I have been doing, even though she told me never to cry on her behalf. It's because I had no strength, no one to lean on. And, I know it's weird, but suddenly, that feeling is gone. I've somehow felt this...this comfort that I've found in you, Inu-Yasha. Thank you. I trust I'll be seeing you again..." And on that note, she walked out, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
Inu-Yasha stared after her as she headed out the door. He had a slight grin on his face, and his eyes followed her all the way out.
Miroku walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well how do you like that? I try my hardest to get that girl to fall for me...nothin'. Then you talk to her about formal things for 5 minutes, and she's all over you! Dude!" He laughed to himself. "I gotta hand it ya."
Inu-Yasha blushed a little and straightened his jacket. "W-what are you going on about? I swear, you have a one-track mind, Miroku..."
Miroku looked proud. "Don't I know it!" Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes at the pervert. The lecher decided to change the subject. "Soooo...what did you deduct from those facts, captain?"
Ignoring his smart-ass comment, Inu-Yasha scanned the page up and down with his eyes. "Nothing...Absolutely nothing... The facts just don't seem to add up," he sighed, "Hopefully the crime scene holds more evidence..."
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After a whole painstaking ordeal while the formalities of the case, Miroku and Inu-Yasha ventured out to the crime scene. It was quite a long drive to Higurashi Shrine, so the two were forced to make small-talk.
"So...uh...Inu-Yasha," Miroku started, "I hear the crime scene is pretty horrific. Not the usual random killing; this was planned. Meticulously...They say there are some ancient scripts written on the wall in the victims blood and--"
Inu-Yasha silenced him by raising his hand abruptly, his eyes never leaving the road. "Miroku, can we please talk about something else?"
He laughed. "Like what?"
Inu-Yasha's eyes searched the car for something of interest. Ah yes! "So, your..uh..hand. What to it?"
Miroku raised his right hand up, which seemed to have a hole going all the way through it. "Well, some psycho saying he was doing "Buddha's work" came by and shot through it with a nail gun. Crazy bastard must've treated the nail with something. This hole her a has never healed, and it's been nearly three years." He clenched his fists.
Inu-Yasha regretted asking about the hand right then. Luckily, they were closing in on the Shrine. He parked on the street and sighed as he unbuckled. "We're here." He opened the door and climbed out. Miroku followed.
They proceeded to drag their tired selves up the unearthly long and steep flight of stairs. When they finally reached the top, swarms of people crowded the door. The screaming yellow tape warned "CAUTION: POLICE LINE! DO NOT CROSS!" and guarded the gruesome scene. The long-haired investigator lifted the tape and ducked under it, then held it up for a little longer for Miroku to slip under. After he had, Inu-Yasha thrust his hands into his pocket and walked into the house, bracing himself inwardly.
He slowly swung the door open and practically tip-toed in. Upon his intial inspection of the house, it seemed normal. He shrugged and continued deeper into domicile, Miroku at his heels. His camera was at his hand, readying itself for usage. He passed each bedroom, a bathroom and a family room. Everything seemed fine. At any moment, he expected some annoying television personality to pop out and say, "Smile! You're on Candid Camera!" He shook off that thought as he closed in on the main living room. All his doubts were gone in that instant.
The rumors Miroku had heard proved true. It was horrifying. "Oh my god..." Miroku said to himself, trying to suppress a vomit. The walls were completely painted in blood, except for one, which was clean, unless you counted the strange language scrawled on the across it. A woman seemed to be sitting in a chair. Inu-Yasha could see the back of her head, which was tilted back just enough so that you couldn't see her face. He slowly walked to face her and nearly fell backward when he caught sight of her.
Her face was contorted into a permanent scream, what was left of it anyway. Most of the skin on her face had been removed, methodically. The blood on the walls and that which remained on her glistened in the faint light that was fed into the room. Her arms were up defensively, like she was trying to protect herself from whatever fate that had befallen her first. Her hands were in front of her face, or would have been, if she had still had her hands. They were missing, but there was no cut at the wrist. Just a stump of smooth flesh where they would have been. The skin at the stump seemed to be folded, forming the shape of an "M". Inu-Yasha began snapping photos of the scene.
He turned around, and saw Miroku, or rather, his back. His hand was over his mouth, and his eyes were squeezed shut, as if he would never open them again. He exhaled a slow, long breath and spun on his heel to face his partner, who clutched several polaroids in his hands. He raised his eyelids and sighed, looking Inu-Yasha straight in the eye. He nodded to the nauseated lecher and they left the shrine.
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The whole car ride back to the station was deathly silent. They both stared ahead, neither one making the slightest noise. When they finally reached their destination, they parked and, equally as silently, walked to the front door.
Inu-Yasha pulled out the file and set it on a desk. He sat down and thumbed through the pictures he had taken. Each one grew more sickening than the last. He grew absent and vacantly flipped through the pictures, but one caught his eye.
In the background, a picture stood alone on a dresser. It somehow appeared untouched, while the objects around it were smashed and broken. It was of the woman, an old man, a young boy, and Kagome. They were in their backyard, presumably, and it was summer time. Kagome wielded a hose and was laughing, spraying her brother. Mrs. Higurashi was pouring a filled kiddy pool over the grandfather's head. Inu-Yasha smirked. They looked so happy. His expression suddenly turned sour as he realized that that happiness was torn from their grasp all because of some self-righteous psychopathic bastard. He threw the pictures on the desk and growled. Tears stung the back of his eyes and threatened to fall, as he vowed to do everything in his power to avenge Kagome's family.
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"So, any theories?" Miroku questioned. He was sitting on the corner of Inu-Yasha's desk, while he reviewed the facts over and over.
Inu-Yasha sighed heavily and leaned back, propping his feet up. "No. I have a feeling that we're going to have to call in the anthropologist."
Miroku grinned widely. "I'm already WAAAAAY ahead of you. And I hear she's hot, too." He raised his eyebrows.
Inu-Yasha's eyes narrowed. "You really don't have any faith in me at all, do you?"
"It's not that," Miroku reasoned, "I just thought we needed a female influence. I hear she's the BEST...I wonder if that applies to everything." He chuckled to himself as Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a light knock at the office door. It was very soft and gentle, and slightly feminine. Miroku rose from his seat on the desk and walked to the door. Just before he opened it, he turned around and winked at Inu-Yasha. He finally pulled the door open to reveal a young woman.
She stood about 5'6" and was fairly thin. Her long black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and, even so, cascaded down her back. Her bangs were cut straight across, and fell softly in strands around her eyes and framed her face. She was clad in a short black skirt that ended mid-thigh(quite like Kagome's), and a tight black jacket that was zipped down slightly. The jacket sleeves cover her hands, but had holes for her fingers to stick out. Under her jacket was a pink and white shirt.
Her serious brown eyes scanned room. "This is the office of Inu-Yasha Shikon, isn't it?" She remained in the doorway.
Miroku grinned. "Meee-oooww..." he muttered to himself. He then walked over to the woman and draped his arm over her shoulder, escorting her in. "Why, of course this is his office," he pointed to Inu-Yasha, "And I am the incomparable, charming Miroku." He smiled a roguish smile. "And you would be...?"
The young woman looked mildly disgusted as she brushed his arm off. "I'm Sango Yuushin. I'll be the anthropologist for the Higurashi case..." Her stiletto heels made a clicking noise against the ground as she neared Inu-Yasha's desk. Her voice grew soft. "May I view the facts?"
Inu-Yasha nodded and handed the folder to Sango. "It contains some photos of the crime scene, and some information I gathered from interviewing Kagome--I mean Miss Higurashi." He nodded to himself.
Sango bit her lip as she reviewed the evidence. "Hmm....Uh-huh..." She began mumbling to herself as she flipped pensively through the pictures. Afterward, she straightened up the folder, handed it back to Inu-Yasha and and clapped her hands together. "All right. I'll do it."
Inu-Yasha smiled. "Great. So what did you deduce from those facts?" He began to listen intently.
Sango looked at the tiles on the ceiling and then back at Inu-Yasha. "Well...I know that the attack was premeditated. And it had to be someone who had easy access to their house, and knew the floorplan well. It had to be a male, or a VERY strong female to have been able the strangle the life out of another human being in one attempt," she started counting off the assumptions on her
finger, "He cut the skin off with painstaking detail and precision, so he had to have had at least a little bit of knowledge in the medical field." She sighed and shifted her stance. "Other than that, we'll have to wait for him to strike again, un..for...tunate...ly." Her speech slowed as she turned her head, at a snail's pace, to face Miroku. An annoyed expression took refuge on her face.
Miroku's hand seemed to be resting casually on Sango's...er...low, lower back. In other words, her butt. He hummed innocently and glanced around the room. His gaze then rested on Sango, as steam started to shoot from her ears, it seemed.
"Ahem..." Sango growled under her breath, her face reddening even more than humanly possible.
Miroku quickly withdrew his hand and laughed sheepishly. "You were....um...saying, Miss Yuushin?"
A flustered Sango growled as her words stumbled out. "ARGH! Pervert!!" She then proceeded to pull her hand back and brought it forward, resulting in a surprisingly light slap upon his cheek, just before she stormed out the door.
Miroku grinned and rubbed his cheek in a semi-dreamy way. "I think she likes me," he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the retreating Sango.
Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes at the hopeless would-be romantic. "I'm sure." He chuckled to himself and glanced at the clock. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. It read 5:30 pm. It was pretty early, for him at least. He sighed. "How about we get some coffee?" he offered, as he rose from his seat behind the desk and grabbed his coat.
Miroku nodded, as his grin grew larger. Inu-Yasha cocked an eyebrow at the deranged-looking man. "Are you all right? What're you all smiley about?" Seriously, Miroku was grating on his nerves.
"I just got the greatest idea!" And with that, Miroku darted out the room and caught up with Sango. Inu-Yasha walked into the main office and stood, watching the pervert blocking the woman's way out, and chatting her up, obviously trying to convince her to accompany him, and Inu-Yasha, on their trip to the coffee shop. He could see Sango put her hands on her hips and wag a finger at Miroku, then look defeated as she and Miroku turned to wait for Inu-Yasha to exit the building. Sango rolled her eyes, and Miroku, out of her sight, gave two thumbs up, and had a goofy smile plastered across his face. The detective laughed and rolled his eyes once more, as he shook his head and exited the building to join the two, his hands in his pockets.
A/N: All right! There's chapter number two! Phew! That took me a while! I hope you guys will actually R&R this time! ^_^;;; Well, I can't force ya, but it'd be nice and all. Well, arigato for reading, at least!
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Goaku: The Five Deadly Sins of Buddhism
By Aiko
Ni- The Investigation of a Gruesome Crime Scene
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Inu-Yasha pulled out a chair opposite Kagome and sat. Miroku remained in the doorway, halfway listening, and halfway trying to sneak a peek down her shirt. Kaede exited the room, and left the two to their own devices.
Kagome had yet to speak a word, and for five minutes, the three sat in silence. Finally, the girl looked up from her lap and said, in barely a whisper, "So, you're gonna help me find my mother's killer?" Her voice was shaky from crying, and her eyes were slightly swollen, but she was still a very pretty girl. Her raven hair rolled down her shoulders in a wave-like manner, and complemented her fair-toned skin. She had large, shimmering chocolate eyes that held much sadness in them, for obvious reasons. She was clad in a short-sleeved white shirt with a green collar. She wore a green skirt that ended mid-thigh, and brown, ankle high boots.
Inu-Yasha nodded. "Yes. That's our job. But we're going to need your help," he spun his chair around and sat with the back of the chair to his chest, "We'll need some information from you."
Miroku strolled over to the girl and kneeled by her chair, grasping her hands in his own. "And if there's anything YOU need, anything at all, I'll be here to fulfill your every fantasy..." A sneaky grin spread across his face.
Inu-Yasha growled. "Down boy," he smirked as a pissed Miroku pushed off the ground and wandered away from Kagome.
Kagome smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you. I'm willing to give you any information you need, Mr. Shikon. All I wanted is for my mother's killer to die. That's all IT deserves... Nothing more..." She looked into the distance and her eyes began to water. But she didn't cry.
Inu-Yasha heart ached for the girl. "You can call me Inu-Yasha."
Miroku popped up behind him. "And you can call me any time you want." He raised his eyebrows.
Inu-Yasha whacked him upside the head. "Cut it out," he mumbled to the lecher. He looked to Kagome. "All right. We'll start with the basic information, to start a file for you. Is that okay?"
Kagome nodded. "As I said, any information you need, I'll give it to you."
He smiled benignly. "All right. First thing's first. Name, age, and place of residence, please."
She answered promptly, "Kagome Higurashi, 20, Higurashi Shrine."
"So you live at that old shrine? I see," he looked up, "Do you think that anybody had a particular grudge against your mother? Was anybody out to get her?"
She shook her head. "No, not that I can think of. She was the nicest, kindest person in the world. I suppose that's why she could barely cope with her job. She never wanted to hurt anybody. Or anything."
Inu-Yasha's eyes grew interested. "Oh really? What did she do for a living?" He tapped his pen against his clipboard.
Kagome sighed. "She worked at an abortion clinic. She dreaded going there every day, but she had to, she said."
He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "And why was that, do you think?"
She shrugged and said, "I think that, maybe, even though she didn't exactly enjoy it, she knew that that fate was better than the unwanted child being dropped in a dumpster, and left to die. I whole-heartedly agree." She nodded to herself.
He scribbled some notes on his paper and looked up. "Hmm...," he pondered for a moment, "Everything seems to be in order. Now all Miroku and I have to do is investigate the crime scene..."
Kagome nodded as she rose from her chair. "If that's all you need, I suppose I'll be going," she said, walking to the door. "And by the way," she spun around and looked Inu-Yasha in the eye, "You know, at first, when I found out my mom had been... um...you know...all I wanted to do was cry. And that's what I have been doing, even though she told me never to cry on her behalf. It's because I had no strength, no one to lean on. And, I know it's weird, but suddenly, that feeling is gone. I've somehow felt this...this comfort that I've found in you, Inu-Yasha. Thank you. I trust I'll be seeing you again..." And on that note, she walked out, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
Inu-Yasha stared after her as she headed out the door. He had a slight grin on his face, and his eyes followed her all the way out.
Miroku walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well how do you like that? I try my hardest to get that girl to fall for me...nothin'. Then you talk to her about formal things for 5 minutes, and she's all over you! Dude!" He laughed to himself. "I gotta hand it ya."
Inu-Yasha blushed a little and straightened his jacket. "W-what are you going on about? I swear, you have a one-track mind, Miroku..."
Miroku looked proud. "Don't I know it!" Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes at the pervert. The lecher decided to change the subject. "Soooo...what did you deduct from those facts, captain?"
Ignoring his smart-ass comment, Inu-Yasha scanned the page up and down with his eyes. "Nothing...Absolutely nothing... The facts just don't seem to add up," he sighed, "Hopefully the crime scene holds more evidence..."
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After a whole painstaking ordeal while the formalities of the case, Miroku and Inu-Yasha ventured out to the crime scene. It was quite a long drive to Higurashi Shrine, so the two were forced to make small-talk.
"So...uh...Inu-Yasha," Miroku started, "I hear the crime scene is pretty horrific. Not the usual random killing; this was planned. Meticulously...They say there are some ancient scripts written on the wall in the victims blood and--"
Inu-Yasha silenced him by raising his hand abruptly, his eyes never leaving the road. "Miroku, can we please talk about something else?"
He laughed. "Like what?"
Inu-Yasha's eyes searched the car for something of interest. Ah yes! "So, your..uh..hand. What to it?"
Miroku raised his right hand up, which seemed to have a hole going all the way through it. "Well, some psycho saying he was doing "Buddha's work" came by and shot through it with a nail gun. Crazy bastard must've treated the nail with something. This hole her a has never healed, and it's been nearly three years." He clenched his fists.
Inu-Yasha regretted asking about the hand right then. Luckily, they were closing in on the Shrine. He parked on the street and sighed as he unbuckled. "We're here." He opened the door and climbed out. Miroku followed.
They proceeded to drag their tired selves up the unearthly long and steep flight of stairs. When they finally reached the top, swarms of people crowded the door. The screaming yellow tape warned "CAUTION: POLICE LINE! DO NOT CROSS!" and guarded the gruesome scene. The long-haired investigator lifted the tape and ducked under it, then held it up for a little longer for Miroku to slip under. After he had, Inu-Yasha thrust his hands into his pocket and walked into the house, bracing himself inwardly.
He slowly swung the door open and practically tip-toed in. Upon his intial inspection of the house, it seemed normal. He shrugged and continued deeper into domicile, Miroku at his heels. His camera was at his hand, readying itself for usage. He passed each bedroom, a bathroom and a family room. Everything seemed fine. At any moment, he expected some annoying television personality to pop out and say, "Smile! You're on Candid Camera!" He shook off that thought as he closed in on the main living room. All his doubts were gone in that instant.
The rumors Miroku had heard proved true. It was horrifying. "Oh my god..." Miroku said to himself, trying to suppress a vomit. The walls were completely painted in blood, except for one, which was clean, unless you counted the strange language scrawled on the across it. A woman seemed to be sitting in a chair. Inu-Yasha could see the back of her head, which was tilted back just enough so that you couldn't see her face. He slowly walked to face her and nearly fell backward when he caught sight of her.
Her face was contorted into a permanent scream, what was left of it anyway. Most of the skin on her face had been removed, methodically. The blood on the walls and that which remained on her glistened in the faint light that was fed into the room. Her arms were up defensively, like she was trying to protect herself from whatever fate that had befallen her first. Her hands were in front of her face, or would have been, if she had still had her hands. They were missing, but there was no cut at the wrist. Just a stump of smooth flesh where they would have been. The skin at the stump seemed to be folded, forming the shape of an "M". Inu-Yasha began snapping photos of the scene.
He turned around, and saw Miroku, or rather, his back. His hand was over his mouth, and his eyes were squeezed shut, as if he would never open them again. He exhaled a slow, long breath and spun on his heel to face his partner, who clutched several polaroids in his hands. He raised his eyelids and sighed, looking Inu-Yasha straight in the eye. He nodded to the nauseated lecher and they left the shrine.
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The whole car ride back to the station was deathly silent. They both stared ahead, neither one making the slightest noise. When they finally reached their destination, they parked and, equally as silently, walked to the front door.
Inu-Yasha pulled out the file and set it on a desk. He sat down and thumbed through the pictures he had taken. Each one grew more sickening than the last. He grew absent and vacantly flipped through the pictures, but one caught his eye.
In the background, a picture stood alone on a dresser. It somehow appeared untouched, while the objects around it were smashed and broken. It was of the woman, an old man, a young boy, and Kagome. They were in their backyard, presumably, and it was summer time. Kagome wielded a hose and was laughing, spraying her brother. Mrs. Higurashi was pouring a filled kiddy pool over the grandfather's head. Inu-Yasha smirked. They looked so happy. His expression suddenly turned sour as he realized that that happiness was torn from their grasp all because of some self-righteous psychopathic bastard. He threw the pictures on the desk and growled. Tears stung the back of his eyes and threatened to fall, as he vowed to do everything in his power to avenge Kagome's family.
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"So, any theories?" Miroku questioned. He was sitting on the corner of Inu-Yasha's desk, while he reviewed the facts over and over.
Inu-Yasha sighed heavily and leaned back, propping his feet up. "No. I have a feeling that we're going to have to call in the anthropologist."
Miroku grinned widely. "I'm already WAAAAAY ahead of you. And I hear she's hot, too." He raised his eyebrows.
Inu-Yasha's eyes narrowed. "You really don't have any faith in me at all, do you?"
"It's not that," Miroku reasoned, "I just thought we needed a female influence. I hear she's the BEST...I wonder if that applies to everything." He chuckled to himself as Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a light knock at the office door. It was very soft and gentle, and slightly feminine. Miroku rose from his seat on the desk and walked to the door. Just before he opened it, he turned around and winked at Inu-Yasha. He finally pulled the door open to reveal a young woman.
She stood about 5'6" and was fairly thin. Her long black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and, even so, cascaded down her back. Her bangs were cut straight across, and fell softly in strands around her eyes and framed her face. She was clad in a short black skirt that ended mid-thigh(quite like Kagome's), and a tight black jacket that was zipped down slightly. The jacket sleeves cover her hands, but had holes for her fingers to stick out. Under her jacket was a pink and white shirt.
Her serious brown eyes scanned room. "This is the office of Inu-Yasha Shikon, isn't it?" She remained in the doorway.
Miroku grinned. "Meee-oooww..." he muttered to himself. He then walked over to the woman and draped his arm over her shoulder, escorting her in. "Why, of course this is his office," he pointed to Inu-Yasha, "And I am the incomparable, charming Miroku." He smiled a roguish smile. "And you would be...?"
The young woman looked mildly disgusted as she brushed his arm off. "I'm Sango Yuushin. I'll be the anthropologist for the Higurashi case..." Her stiletto heels made a clicking noise against the ground as she neared Inu-Yasha's desk. Her voice grew soft. "May I view the facts?"
Inu-Yasha nodded and handed the folder to Sango. "It contains some photos of the crime scene, and some information I gathered from interviewing Kagome--I mean Miss Higurashi." He nodded to himself.
Sango bit her lip as she reviewed the evidence. "Hmm....Uh-huh..." She began mumbling to herself as she flipped pensively through the pictures. Afterward, she straightened up the folder, handed it back to Inu-Yasha and and clapped her hands together. "All right. I'll do it."
Inu-Yasha smiled. "Great. So what did you deduce from those facts?" He began to listen intently.
Sango looked at the tiles on the ceiling and then back at Inu-Yasha. "Well...I know that the attack was premeditated. And it had to be someone who had easy access to their house, and knew the floorplan well. It had to be a male, or a VERY strong female to have been able the strangle the life out of another human being in one attempt," she started counting off the assumptions on her
finger, "He cut the skin off with painstaking detail and precision, so he had to have had at least a little bit of knowledge in the medical field." She sighed and shifted her stance. "Other than that, we'll have to wait for him to strike again, un..for...tunate...ly." Her speech slowed as she turned her head, at a snail's pace, to face Miroku. An annoyed expression took refuge on her face.
Miroku's hand seemed to be resting casually on Sango's...er...low, lower back. In other words, her butt. He hummed innocently and glanced around the room. His gaze then rested on Sango, as steam started to shoot from her ears, it seemed.
"Ahem..." Sango growled under her breath, her face reddening even more than humanly possible.
Miroku quickly withdrew his hand and laughed sheepishly. "You were....um...saying, Miss Yuushin?"
A flustered Sango growled as her words stumbled out. "ARGH! Pervert!!" She then proceeded to pull her hand back and brought it forward, resulting in a surprisingly light slap upon his cheek, just before she stormed out the door.
Miroku grinned and rubbed his cheek in a semi-dreamy way. "I think she likes me," he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the retreating Sango.
Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes at the hopeless would-be romantic. "I'm sure." He chuckled to himself and glanced at the clock. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. It read 5:30 pm. It was pretty early, for him at least. He sighed. "How about we get some coffee?" he offered, as he rose from his seat behind the desk and grabbed his coat.
Miroku nodded, as his grin grew larger. Inu-Yasha cocked an eyebrow at the deranged-looking man. "Are you all right? What're you all smiley about?" Seriously, Miroku was grating on his nerves.
"I just got the greatest idea!" And with that, Miroku darted out the room and caught up with Sango. Inu-Yasha walked into the main office and stood, watching the pervert blocking the woman's way out, and chatting her up, obviously trying to convince her to accompany him, and Inu-Yasha, on their trip to the coffee shop. He could see Sango put her hands on her hips and wag a finger at Miroku, then look defeated as she and Miroku turned to wait for Inu-Yasha to exit the building. Sango rolled her eyes, and Miroku, out of her sight, gave two thumbs up, and had a goofy smile plastered across his face. The detective laughed and rolled his eyes once more, as he shook his head and exited the building to join the two, his hands in his pockets.
A/N: All right! There's chapter number two! Phew! That took me a while! I hope you guys will actually R&R this time! ^_^;;; Well, I can't force ya, but it'd be nice and all. Well, arigato for reading, at least!