Disclaimer: Yeah! More disclaiming! Once again, I don't own Inu Yasha or Kagome or Sango or any of Rumiko Takahashi's wonderfully developed characters.

Light and Shadow

Chapter 2

"K… Kikyo?" Inu Yasha continued to stare in disbelief at the officer. "Kikyo Yamagachi?" He asked, as if needing to confirm it was his Kikyo. The officer looked at him blankly.

"Why, yes," he began, flipping through papers on the clipboard again, "I believe so. You knew the victim." He said it less as a question and more as if stating something he was unsure of. Inu Yasha nodded dumbly. She's dead? But how? And who? Why would anyone do this to her? "How close were you to the victim?" The officer asked unaware of the turmoil going on inside the boy. Inu Yasha sat quietly for a second, then answered quietly.

"We were going out for a while before she disappeared. The last day I had seen her we had gotten into a little fight." He didn't know why he had told the officer that, just because, he guessed. "Why would anyone kill her?" he asked, finally voicing the question most bugging him.

"We're still trying to figure that out, kid." A look of recognition suddenly came over the officer's face. "Hey, haven't I seen you before?" Inu Yasha wondered where he could have seen the officer before and didn't come up with anything. He shook his head no. "I don't know. You look sorta familiar…" Inu Yasha finally remembered somewhere he could have seen someone who looked like him.

"My father used to work for a big company, maybe it's him you saw." He offered sarcastically. He knew he looked nothing like his dad, but he didn't want to bring up his mother in front of some stranger. The officer shook his head, thinking.

"No, it wasn't a man… What was your mother's name?" Inu Yasha froze, but suddenly felt a presence behind him that signified his brother had come to scare away the police officer. A hand placed itself on the chair behind him and Inu Yasha did his best not to jump. He saw the police officer stand and reach out to shake hands with Sesshomaru, his older brother. "Hello, sir. I suspect you must be this young man's father." Both brothers cringed mentally at this. "You look very young to be a dad. How old are you?"

"I'm 21," Sesshomaru's smooth voice said from behind him. "And I'm his older brother, not his dad. Our father is," he paused slightly, "unavailable right now." Inu Yasha looked up to see a little smirk on Sesshomaru's face. Their father was drunk; he had been since Inu Yasha's mother had gotten sick and then died. "I think that this interview is over. If you have any more questions, you can call my brother's and my attorney." A business card exchanged hands as Sesshomaru's perfect English rolled out.

"Um, thank you for your help, Inu Yasha. And yours Mr. Sesshomaru." With that, the police officer backed away slowly, seeming as if he didn't want to startle the older of the two brothers.

"Dad's drunk again?" Inu Yasha asked angrily.

"Absolutely hung over; I'd recommend staying the night at your friend's tonight. I'm going over to Jaken's house, so I wouldn't be here if he tried anything." Inu Yasha would give his brother one thing, he made sure that nothing bad happened to Inu Yasha by the hands of their father. "What was he asking about anyway?" he changed the subject. Inu Yasha looked down.

"She's dead," he said quietly. "Some bastard killed her, and I couldn't protect her." He started getting angry with himself. His brother's good qualities ended at protective. A hand was placed on his shoulder. This was his brother's way of comforting him. "Thanks," he said dishonestly. It didn't help at all, but it was nice to know his brother tried.

Later on he paced his room thinking, sometimes yelling. Why her? She didn't do anything wrong! I didn't protect her. If I just hadn't fought her, maybe she'd still be alive. The turmoil raged on as he picked up the phone in his room. "Hello?" he asked angrily. Miroku's voice came across the line.

"Whoa, sorry. What'd I do this time?" Miroku's voice was a little distorted by the phone line. Inu Yasha paused in his pacing a moment and took a deep breath.

"Sorry, I'm just… Do you think I could stay at your house tonight?" Miroku's brow cringed in concern at the ragged sound of his friend's voice.

"Um, yeah, you may want to wait a minute or two so I can clean up my room, though." Miroku said quickly. The concern didn't come through in his voice and for that Miroku was glad.

"Thanks, but you don't need to clean up. I'll bring a pillow and sheet for me to sleep on." A click indicated that the line had closed, and Miroku figured that Inu Yasha had probably already had the stuff together. Within ten minutes, Inu Yasha's car pulled up in the front drive of Miroku's house. The boy himself stepped out of the car, pillow wrapped in a blanket held under his arm.

Miroku held the front door open for his friend, but was concerned when he saw the clenched jaw and scrunched forehead. "Hey Inu, is something wrong?" Inu Yasha glanced up quickly with a lost look. He nodded grimly and walked up the stairs to Miroku's room.

They were soon sitting in his room, Miroku splayed on the bed and Inu Yasha sitting cross-legged on the floor. Miroku asked again what was wrong. "Someone killed her. Some bastard killed her and I couldn't protect her." Miroku knew who "her" was. The only person it could mean was Kikyo. "Damn it," Inu Yasha hissed.

"Oh. Is… that why you came over?" Inu Yasha looked up quickly, no longer lost. His brain was working overtime. He nodded quickly.

"Yeah, it is. Some cop came over and asked me if I had known her and told me they were asking about a murder." Inu Yasha shook his head in disbelief. "How could someone do that to her? She wasn't completely dislikable. I didn't know anyone who absolutely hated her." Miroku looked over at his friend and scrunched his eyebrows together to find the name of the one person who disliked her.

"There… there was one person. His name was Naraku." Inu Yasha hadn't recognized the name, but he could just be delirious.

"Who's Naraku?" He asked sharply. Why hadn't I known about him? She knew she could have told me anything! He looked at Miroku suspiciously. Miroku twiddled his thumbs and stalled.

"Well, his real name was Onigumo, but everyone called him Naraku. He was… a jerk, to say the least. And a bully. He would steal anything he could get his hands on, and none of the other teachers really cared." Miroku looked down. He thought for a moment then said, "He didn't only steal stuff. He would steal people's girlfriends to get revenge and anyone he couldn't steal away, he scared them from dating whoever they had been dating at the time. Kikyo was the only one he had never actually wooed or scared. She was one tough bitch, I'll tell ya."

"But why wouldn't she tell me?" Inu Yasha asked no one in particular. "She could've told me anything. She knew that." Suddenly he looked up, as if remembering that Miroku was there. "I'm gonna kill that bastard," he said darkly. Miroku didn't doubt him, he was just afraid of the consequences if he did and Naraku wasn't the killer.

"Inu Yasha, don't do anything stupid. Please," Miroku asked concernedly. He knew his friend and in that knew that he was capable of a lot. Inu Yasha nodded absently, not knowing just what he had agreed to, or in this case not to, do.

A/N:

Alien: Short chapter, all of us know. But we couldn't think of anything else. So… Yeah. We will hopefully create a longer chapter next time. This one's only three pages and hopefully that will be remedied next chapter.

Teddy: Like it actually matters if it's a short chapter or not. Lights a cigarette while coughing No one cares. I mean takes a drag it's just a story made by a stupid fourteen-year-old girl with imaginary personas. Look at us. We are her seven sides of a triangle. And, though that doesn't make sense to you geeks out there, it is more a joke among herself.

Samantha: pulls out axe I'm gonna kick your ass, Teddy, if you don't shut the hell up.

Dark Angel: Sis, I told you not to talk like that. That's my job, damn it. I speak all the fucking vulgarities here. Not you, me.

Samantha: points to axe Do not make me use this. It'd be a waste to use it on your sorry ass.

Extraterrestrial: walks up in pickle suit Join us next time for the third installment of Light and Shadow, an Inu Yasha fan fiction.

Dark Angel & Samantha: Whatever…

Teddy: Oh. And I don't advocate smoking in any way whatsoever. It is harmful to your health and the health of those around you. Yells to health groups Happy now? Takes another drag