Disclaimer: do I look like own Inu Yasha? …you can't see me, can you? *sigh!* I own Inuyasha not. Excuse me; I have to go chase the lawyers away from my house, now.
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Ooookay then, I hope you all like this fic! It's just the first chapter, so the other ones will be a lot more interesting! Oh yeah, I don't swear in life, so I'll try not to swear in the story…except for when the characters really have to. I'm sorry if my spacing and symbols don't show up; I've never done this before!
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Prisoner of the Heart
Chapter one: Perverts At Law
You're so heavy, you're so misunderstood
And I spent all my wishes, wishen' times were good
When I still could -MB20
Sango's POV
"Mss Hariaikotsu?" A voice floated into the dark jail cell, effectively snapping me into reality. "Your new attorney is here."
Great. Another one. I don't know why they even bother; it'll be just the same as before. *~*
Miroku's POV
I'm finally finished! I sat down in the squeaky rotating chair and straightened some papers on my desk. It's my first day on the job of being a lawyer, and to tell you the truth, I'm a little nervous. Just finished moving into this office a few seconds ago, and I'm waiting for my client to arrive.
My office is actually in the same prison that they attend. I really don't mind being here at all. It's a women's' prison. Though wish the ladies I have to see on a daily basis from now on weren't convicts, I can't say that their crimes have ruined their bodies.
I may be ok w/the prison, but I'm not very fond of my office. It's dark and gloomy, and cramped. There is a chair across from my rickety old desk, a single window behind the desk send eerie shadows around the room, and a ceiling fan-lamp hangs lonely in the center of the medium low ceiling.
It's gloomy. Really gloomy, but this is a prison so I don't know what I was expecting, bunnies and rainbows? Yeah, and maybe a fairy on a unicorn will come bursting through the door and shower me w/lollypops. (I prefer kisses.)
The door slammed, and I reluctantly left the fairy I was fanaticizing about, and returned to the dreary dungeon that was my office. A grumpy young lady with flowing ebony hair and deep chocolate orbs slumped angrily in the chair in front of my desk with her arms folded across her chest.
Ahhh, my first client. I picked up her files and flipped through them. (I should have done this before, but my fantasy was soooooooo much more interesting!)
The files read Name: Hiraikotsu, Sango
Gender: Female
Age:19
Convicted of : Murder
(a/n dom dom DOM! lol!)
I looked up at her; she was studying her shoes as If she was going to take an exam on them. To get her attention I cleared my throat..
She stared at her shoes.
I coughed.
She stared at her shoes some more.
I coughed again.
Her attention didn't waver from her shoes.
I cleared my throat again.
She stared again.
Cough.
Stare.
Cough.
Stare.
Cough-
"Do you want a cough drop?" she asked looking up at me curiously.
"Uhhh…no thanks." Did I really cough that much? "Now, you are Mss Hiraikotsu, I presume?"
She blinked.
"Good! I'm Miroku Kazaana, your lawyer. Just between you and me, this is my first case." I held out my hand for a handshake. She raised an eyebrow at it skeptically; her arms remained crossed over her chest. Oookay then! Retreated my arm and folded my hands on my desk.
"Now then, let's get right down to business! Why did you do it?"
She blinked.
I blinked.
She blinked.
"Why did I do what?" She asked.
"The murder." I stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Why did you commit the murder?"
"I didn't." She replied.
"My dear, I'm your lawyer. That means you have to tell me the truth."
Her eyebrows creased together dangerously. "I am telling the truth."
"You're in prison. They don't just send innocent people here because they feel like it." I explained. "I can get you out of here, but you have to be completely honest w/me."
She abruptly stood up, her aura flaming in rage. "Are you calling me a LIAR?!" She demanded.
When she stood up I got a good look at her body for the first time. The black prisoner outfit was slightly tighter than usual, and complimented her figure very nicely, the black brought out her delicate features and hypnotizing, deep (stormy at the moment) eyes.
'Plutonic relationship,' I thought, 'strictly plutonic.' This isn't the way I would normally approach an attractive girl, but I don't feel quite like getting fired on my first case. 'she's a client, I'm a lawyer,' I chanted, 'be professional. Professional. Professional.' Aw heck.
"My lovely lady, will you please do me the humble honor of bearing my child?" I grabbed her unsuspecting hands and gave her a charming grin.
She backed up and stumbled. "W-what?"
"It would give me the greatest pleasure to be more than just your lawyer." I continued and slapped her behind. She twitched.
*WHAM!* She slapped me across my cheek. Should have seen that one coming!
"How DARE you?!" she screamed, outraged. Stomping over to the door, she rattled the door knob. Nothing. They lock the doors so that the prisoners won't try to escape.
"Let me OUT!" She banged on the door with her fists and knees. *Bam bam WHAM!* Oooh, I winced, she should be careful or she could hurt herself.
"Uh, Mss Haraikotsu, dear? I don't think they're going to open the door anytime soon." I said. She turned to me and growled. "You pervert, I can't believe you touched me! You're supposed to be my attorney!"
"And your attorney I shall be." I assured her. "I may be new, but I'm the best…In more ways than one." I wiggled my eyebrows, and dogged a stapler heading for my noggin.
"Uh! Who hired you anyway?!" She demanded.
"The State." I remarked casually, putting the stapler back to its original home on my desk. I thought that from the weight of it, the desk would collapse at any given moment.
She leaned against the door and took to banging her lovely forehead against it. "I *bang* didn't want another lawyer. *bang* You don't believe me *crash* nobody does. *bang* I'll just sit *bang* here in prison *wham* and rot for something I didn't do. *BANG*
"Stop that, dear. You're killing your brain cells." I said matter-of-facktly. "And you're wrong, I do believe you. No creature as lovely as yourself could commit a crime as hanis as that." I took a couple of steps closer to her. She glared daggers. I quickly retreated my advancing steps. "So tell me, how did you wined up here?"
"Urg. What do you care? You get paid weather or not you win the case. Just tell the judge I'm guilty, and move on with your life faster."
I frowned. "You underestimate me, my dear. I may be a dog, but I'm not a sleaze ball. I'm a gentleman." I grinned. She stared. Oookay! Bad time for a joke! "Look," I said, becoming serious, "I can honestly get you out of here. I do believe you that you're innocent, so all we have to do is find evidence to prove that. The judges are all imbeciles anyway, they'll believe anything they see and hear as long as someone says it's true."
I walked back around my desk and sat down in my twirly chair. It squeaked, and for a moment I though it would break from my weight, (not saying I'm fat, or anything) but thankfully it held. Remind me to get another office as soon as I have the time.
"So!" I said, motioning for her to sit down on the other side of the desk across from me. She complied. "How did you get in this mess in the first place?" I asked.
She sighed and leaned back in her chair. More squeaks.
"Well, one day, about a month ago, I went to college like I normally do on a Monday, but when I came home on Friday…" Her lips pressed together in a tight line, and a painful faraway look settled in her chocolate orbs.
I reached behind my desk and pulled out a tissue I always have w/me to wipe away lipstick that end up on my lips and cheeks from various lady admirers incase she would cry, and offered it to her. She refused and continued w/her story.
"I opened my door and saw…and saw..." She took a moment to close her eyes and take a deep breath. My heart clenched with pain when I saw her as hurt and upset as she was, but refusing to let it show. Darn it! I always hated to see women hurt!
She continued, "M-my parents, or rather my parents' bodies were lying on the living room floor. I-I was so scared I passed out. Next thing I knew, I was being dragged off to jail for m-murdering my own parents! I've had lots of lawyers try my case, but they all though I was guilty." She took a raggedy breath and looked up at me hopefully.
For a moment, I was at a loss for what to say "I am sorry for your loss, Mss Hiraikotsu. Do you have any idea who the real culprit could be?" I asked at the risk of sounding like an old detective movie.
"No! I have thought it over and over and I can't think of any enemies my parents could have had. Everyone loved them!"
I suggested, "Maybe your parents don't have enemies, but do you? From the sound of it, they could have been trying to frame you." Her eyes widened.
"You think so? I can't think of any- wait…no, he couldn't have…could he?"
"Who are you thinking of?" I asked.
"I, umm, a few months ago I went out with this guy. He was really sweet and all…until I got him angry. He wasn't sweet anymore then, he was scary. It didn't take a lot to get him mad, ether. Like, I would speak to another guy, or talk back to him when he insulted me. I was terrified of him, but even more so of dumping him. Goodness knows what he could do. One day, after this had been going on for a while, I broke a date with him because I wasn't feeling well. The next day when I came home from shopping, I found my house wrecked and my cat nearly killed. I was afraid for the safety of my family, so I knew I had to break I off w/him. Oh, he wasn't happy when I did. He swore he'd get even and told me to watch my back. Do you think he did it?"
"Looks that way, luv." I sighed. "Why didn't you report him to the cops?" I asked. I couldn't imagine for the life in me why someone would want to hurt this beautiful girl. Just the thought of it made my fists clench.
"I-I couldn't. He told me he loved me and didn't want to hurt me; that it was my fault for making him."
What a lode of crap. "I'll have to do some background checking on his record to find out some more info on the dirt bag. What's his name?"
"Naraku."
I could see that just saying the name made her shiver. "Alright that will be all for today, Mss Hiraikotsu. I'll see you the day after tomorrow." I said getting up and showing her to the door. Once she reached it, she turned around to face me timidly.
"Um… thanks."
"No problem!" *Grope!*
*WHAM!* *~*~*~*~*~*
A/n what do you think? Hmm? Hmm?! HMM?! The other chapys will be a lot more funny and interesting!
Hai, I know the naraku abusive boyfriend thing is incredibly over used, but what ever. Don't worry Miroku and Sango are not going to fall for each other too quickly!
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