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Taylor: Hee, never saw an episode of CSI or anything like that in my life, maybe a couple of episodes of law and order like eight years ago. I was like, what 7? Hee, but the reason I know any of this is either I asked my mom (she's and attorney) or made it up. I can't tell the real from the fictional in this story anymore. Heh...I'm so weird. But...you got to readthis chapter in advance, so for all I know you're not even reading this!
Suaru: A lot of stuff is happening? Guess so...here's the next chapter, and I'm working on Dogman. Hope you like this one!
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Chapter Seven:
The cool summer's breeze drifted through the open window, causing her ebony locks to drift before her face. Through her obscured vision she could see the clay figure, the hundreds of pictures placed carefully along the walls. This was the fifth morning she had come to wake up in this room, and by now she had finally grasped that this room was indeed no dream.
She took in a deep breath of the humid air and smiled. It was ironic, wasn't it? All her life she had tried to help people in desperate situations, and she had succeeded in every single one. But now, the one time in her life that she was possibly in grave danger...no one would be able to save her.
She had only opened the tattered bedroom door once since she had woken up in this strange house. As soon as she saw that man- that strange, sinister looking man- she immediately ran back to the room. Even now, four days later, she could distinctly remember the sound of his laughing after she had fled to the desolate room.
Who was he, anyway? She had never known anyone like him in all her life, ever. Was this some kind of joke? Her freinds back at the office did enjoy practical jokes, but this? She had often been the butt of their jokes, and the victim of their silly pranks, but...these were her friends! They might kidnap her, but they would never scare her into locking herself up and not eating for days, or at least she didn't think so.
But if it wasn't her friends...who was it? Did someone really hate her so much that they'd do something like this to her?
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She started at the noise. What could it have been? Her eyes darted around the room.
It was barely morning, soft sunlight was slowly seeping in through the open window, she couldn't make outmuchof the room around her.
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She nervously fiddled with her hands as she looked about theroom. What could that noise be? Surely if someone was in the room with her she would have heard them by now...wouldn't she?
She rubbed her eyes and looked around the small room again, as if to confirm that nothing was there, that she really was alone.
To her comfort, no one was there. But then again, she couldn't help but feel threatened. Something menacing, something sinister was about to happen. She could sense it; it was unescapable.
Am I going to die? She thought silently to herself.
She was silent for a moment, and then she began to laugh. Die? She asked herself. Kaede, how could you ever allow yourself to think that? How pathetic are you? You can't register the house you're in, so you assume that you're going to die? She mocked her own thoughts.
What am I supposed to assume! It's never a good sign to be in a stranger's house! I mean, what if that guy out in the living room is some kind of murderer? She felt the cold sweat pooling on her forehead. Her hands were shaking nervously as she sat on the worn-out matress.
Well, girl, if you're so worried, why don't you do something about it! If you just sit here...you very well may be killed. If that guy doesn't get to you, you will.
Me? I'll get to me? She questioned herself.
Duh. She thought dryly. You are starving yourself! If you don't eat soon, you will die!
Oh. She blinked.
Was I just arguing with myself? She thought, slightly terrified. Kaede, get it together. You...I guess it was you, are alright. All you have to do is get o-
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What was that? She slowly raised herself on her feet and walked towards the door, she was sure now, that the noise was coming from the other side of the door. Her hands trembled as she reached for the shining knob. With one menacing glare, they stopped instantly. No way was she going to be scared, show fear. She was a police officer after all.
She tighlty gripped the cold metal and turned the knob. The lock clicked dully as the knob twisted.
The bright glow of flourescent light crept through the slowly enlarging crack. The door creaked softly as she lightly tugged it open. Her eyes reflexively turned into slitsas she opened the door fully. She was now staring directly at the opposite wall of the hallway.
The paint was cracked, the moldy yellow paint, the air smelled stale and the bright flourescent bulb over her head flickered. This house really needs a make-over. She thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. She took a cautious step forward.
The floor didn't collapse under her foot as she had previously assumed, so she decided it was safe to keep walking.
The hallway was short, though. She had only walked for about ten feet, and passed two closed doors before she had entered what she assumed was the front room of the house. She could see a street outside by glancing through the window.
Thunk
She turned around quickly and found herself staring at that stranger. His back facing her.
He had to be in the same clothes he was wearing the last time: Stained overalls, cut-up shirt, worn-out tennis shoes. Kaede sneared. This man, this dirty man, looked so pitiful. She had toremind of why she was scared of him in the first place.
"So you finally came out." He commented. Her eyes widened in fear, she could have sworn she hadn't made any noise on her way out. "That's good." He commented blandly.
She just stood there, completely still as he turned to face her, eyes hidden by the wall of tangled hair. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck; she was paralyzed as she stared at the strange man.
It took her a while to take in his appearance even though she had already seen him once before. Her eyes darted to the short knife that he held in his left hand.
He's going to kill me! She thought.
Not if you run away. Her inner voice replied quickly.
He stood in a fixed position across the room, andhe appeared to have no intention of moving.
This stranger is going to kill me! Her mind panicked as she turned her gaze down the hallway. I don't know if I can get away in time!
Her inner voice was silent for a moment, as Kaede turned back to the stranger.
...Say Kaede, so you still think that guy is a stranger? He kinda looks familiar to me. Her inner voice began.
But her body ignored the revelation as she suddenly bolted back to her room, aiming for that open window.
"Hey, wait! Where're you going?" She heard the man call after her as she ran.
I have to get out of here! I have to get out of here! She locked the door behind her as she chanted to herself. She stumbled over the corner post of the bed in her panic. She walked up to the window and pulled at the curtains.
What's this! She thought in surprise. Wooden planks were nailed across the window. How could I have missed this? She thought in horror. She had been in this room for nearly a week, how had she not seen the boards? She instantly grasped the wood and pulled tightly, trying to rip it from the nails.
She stopped dead when she heard foot steps behind her. "H-how did you get in here? Th-the door, it was locked!" She could feel her hands shake as she dared herself not to look back.
"Did you actually think I wouldn't be able to open a door in my house?" He asked. She could practically hear the smirk forming on his lips.
He...he could get in this room all along? Did- Her eyes widened. "Did you do something to me while I was sleeping?" She asked nervously, her voice cracking.
"Hmph. Don't worry, if I had done anything, you would have known, I promise." He said slyly.
She was still facing the boards which were covering the window, her only escape. So, that's a relief. He didn't rape me.
How do you know that he isn't lying, Kaede? Since when have you been one to trust strangers? The wiser part of her thoughts questioned.
Well...it's not like he has any reason to lie to me, right?
Who said he needed a reason to lie? People need reaons to do something, you know.
But- Her own thoughts were cut off when she felt a bony hand grab at her shoulder.
She was spun around and silently gasped.
There he was- that man who kidnapped her...but he was different then before.
He changed! But I saw him only seconds ago! Is this another person? She thought frantically as she stared helplessly at him.
He was now...cleaner to say the least. His hair was still curly, but not its usual oily self. His attire changed quite dramatically. His old stained overalls shad changed into a furry pelt, which slightly resembled a baboon. His eyes...they were what shocked her the most.
They were no longer dark pools filled with confused emotions, they were small red slits for eyes, glowing with a curious malice.He squinted them evilly at her, scrutinizing the details of her face.
A deep chuckle emitted from his throat. His hand shot up latching around her thin neck.
She felt a strong force encircling her neck, cutting off her air supply. The dark room around her quickly changed into a colored blur before everything went black. She hadn't even tried to fight back. He stared at her limp form as he tossed her onto the bed.
'...See what you made me do, mother?'
"Wha-what happened? Who are you?" A form entered the room. "That wasn't Kaede's voice, I know it! Show yourself!" He yelled irritably as he kicked at the door.
He slowly made his way towards the window, towards the corpse, towards the...wooden doll? "What the hell is this doing here? I thought I left it in my room."
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She poked at the model of herself. By now the object had become a bit less...creepy. Why would anyone want a sculpture of my face? I mean, it's not like my face is special or anything, I'm so ordinary. She sighed.
She was getting really restless. She had been in this strange room for a really long while now and there was nothing left for her to do. She had tried to ask the strange man some questions, but he was locked up in his room and wouldn't open the door no matter how long she had stubbornly knocked at it.
I, I don't know what's going on here...but I have to talk to someone. I have to ask some questions. Maybe that guy, maybe he knows about Souta's...death. She sighed again as she ringed the cloth of her night gown.
She had cried herself to sleep the night before, and she couldn't find any more tears to shed today. She just couldn't push herself any further, just couldn't stay in her depression. It had always been her firm believe that when someone died, there was only so much time that you could mourn for them. After seeing aunts and uncles live silent, lonely lives because of their depression, she decided that she could never let that happen to herself.
She would be strong...for Souta. She knew that wherever he was now, he was happy. And she knew he wouldn't want her to waste her time crying over him.
But...she didn't want anyone else crying over her either. And surely someone was...she had been gone for a few days now. Her mother must be sick out of her mind.
Kagome's heart clenched at the thought of her mother. She...she's already lost Souta and she has no idea where I am! Her eyes widened as she brought her hands to rest on her chest. I have to get out of here. I have to get back to her. She needs me now. And with that determination in mind, she stood up and walked out of the door.
She slowly walked towards the kitchen, and then to the front room after seeing nothing of particular interest to her.
She stopped quickly as she saw him- the janiter- sitting on the musty smelling couch.
"So..." She began nervously, tracing circles with her feet. "When do I get to leave this place?" She asked, her voice cracking slightly. She had entered the room bravely, but now she felt her body trembling, she was scared.
If she made this man angry, there was nothing she could do to stop him from hurting her. If he got any ideas...he could easily do them. What was she thinking, confronting him like this?
He laughed softly and made a small motion with his hands. Kagome looked down at them, noticing he was carving something. "You see this?" He suddenly asked her, motioning the small carving in her direction. "I was once given a doll like this a long time ago." He said randomly, still staring down at the carving.
"It's cute." She said simply, glad he ignored her question.
"Heh, yea, I guess it is." He smiled, his eyes obscured from her vision by his bangs. "I lost the first one I got, I must have been about fifteen." He continued. " I felt guilty for losing it, so I carved my own."
Thunk
A peeling fell to the ground.
"You must be very talented then, to make your own dolls." She complemented as she slowly stepped forward.
"Maybe." He silently admitted. She noticed he was still wearing his dirty clothes. "Well," He continued. "I lost the one I made when I moved from my old house. And so I made another one." He paused for a moment. " And...this has to be the twentieth one I've made. I mean, I keep losing these things." He admitted sadly. "I just don't know what's wrong with me, they're the only thing I forget when I move."
"So I guess you must move a lot then." She assumed.
"Yea."
"Why is that?" She couldn't help but question him. His voice...it seemed so humble. She couldn't believe it was coming from the man that kidnapped her. For those few moments, all of her fear, all of her anger left her.
"I'm not really sure why I leave so much. Just that, one day I decide to move, and I don't even know why." He answered, still staring at the doll.
"It must be trouble to contact your family every time you leave." She commented.
"Nah, not really. I don't have much family...or friends for that matter." He looked up at her and smiled, his dark eyes reflecting her small frame. " Guess that's why I brought you here with me, you're just so...I don't know...nice. And you kinda remind me of someone." He looked back at the doll in his hands. "I guess that's why I always make this doll again. Because it's the only thing that I ever really had all the time. Dolls don't ignore people, or run away from them." His lips contorted into a frown. "But dolls...they just aren't the same. Every time I try to make a new one...it looks a little more different from the first. Kind of like the girls..." He trailed off and looked outside of the window.
"Girls?" She asked, her curiosity growing.
"Yea, the girls. Like you..." He turned back to face her. "I always find these girls that are...familiar, and I bring them home. But...like the dolls...with each one, they start looking more and more different then the first." He stared at her face longingly, making her slightly uncomfortable. "But," Something...sadness, flashed in his eyes. "You look a lot like the first. Every part of you , in fact, except for your eyes." He smiled at her and peeled off another thin slice of wood from the doll.
"Who's this 'first'" She asked nervously, not sure if she really wanted to know.
"I don't really know." He answered looking defeated. "It doesn't really matter, she left me anyway." He looked down at the ground again. "They all leave me."
"Why do they leave you? Do they ever tell you?" Yes, this was typical of Kagome, to be one part concerned, another part nosy.
"I don't know. All I know is they get all scared of something in their room, and then they're gone..." He trailed off.
The two sat in silence for a while, staring at nothing in particular. "Um...am I one of those girls you bring home?" She asked nervously. "What- are they supposed to be be your girlfriends," She said while blushing, "Or...are they...your victims?"
Something in Kagome's mind had clicked. She was kidnapped and brought to this house, he wasn't letting her out. He had also compared her to those 'girls' he spoke of...what did he mean?
But she got no answer, he had fallen asleep. How could he just fall asleep?
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She sat in the corner booth, legs crossed, eyes closed, and fingers rapping on the table's flat surface. Why did I come here? I should know better not to go anywhere with that pervert! All he does is flirt with the cashiers and grope! I- I really hate this! He knows he makes me mad! He always knew! He's always used my temper against me! Damn him! She thought angrily as she turned in her seat to look at the man ordering her meal.
Her eyes softened a little. But it is nice to see him again. I know we had some hard times...but to see an old friend after so many years...it's a pleasant surprise. And lately, he's been on his best behavior. He's grown up a lot since high school. She thought, a genuine smile plastered across her face. But then, a small frown formed on her forehead. Koharu could have been the one to change that. I mean, she's the District Attorney, even at her young age. She has to be an amazing person if she could do that. She probably could work wonders with the lech. She laughed silently to herself. I guess it's only fair for two amazing people to be together. I guess they really are a perfect match for each other.
She pursed her lips. But back on the real topic...Miroku says he found something that might help with Inuyasha's case. She dug in her small leather purse to find her small notebook. I'll probably be needing to take a few notes. She told herself as she turned it to an open page.
"One side salad for you, one burger and an order of fries for me." Announced Miroku calmly as walked up to the table and placed their orders on the table.
"So how much?" Sango asked as she dug in her purse.
"Huh?" Miroku asked dumbly as he took a seat across the table from her.
"How much did mine cost?" She asked as she pulled out her wallet and unbuttoned it.
"Oh, that, don't worry about it." He said casually as he ate a fry.
"No, you don't have to pay for me, I'm a big girl now." She said as she pulled out a crisp bill from her wallet.
"I know you're a big girl, but I insist, dinner's on me." He pushed her hand that was holding the money down.
She grumbled lightly and put the money back in the wallet. "Alright." She gave up.
"Think of it as a date." He added simply with a grin before he took a bite of his burger.
She choked on the Sprite she had been sipping. "What? You're going out with Koharu!" She pointed an accusing finger at the man sitting across from her. "You- you womanizer!"
"Relax Sango, I only meant that two people were eating a meal together, us, and that one of them would pay for the entire meal, me." He chuckled. "You're so funny when you're flustered." He winked at her before taking another bite of his meal.
See? I told you he likes making me mad! He's starting right now! She told her conscience. She mumbled angrily to herself as she sipped her drink again. "So, anyways, what did you have to tell me about Inuyasha?" She asked, trying to move onto a new topic. She put her purse on the table and put her wallet in, shoved it in actually, the purse was pretty full. A small piece of paper fell from the wallet as it was being shoved in.
It gracefully slid in front of Miroku as he stared at her attempts to unsuccessfully put her wallet in her purse. "I think you might want a larger purse Sango." He commented as she began taking out objects in order to rearrange them.
"Nah, I just need to throw some stuff out." She said under her breath as she was finally able to slid the zipper across the opening. "There." She said, feeling as though she had accomplished a glorious task.
She can be so goofy sometimes... He thought to himself while smiling. "Hey, what's this?" He found the slip of paper and turned it over. "Oh, it's a picture..." He stared at the photo for a moment. Who the hell-?
"Oh that!" Said Sango,a faint tinge of pink crossing her features. "That's just me and Kuranosuke!" She said happily as she looked at the picture from a distance.
"You look happy." Miroku said, feeling a strange pain in his chest. Happier then you ever seemed with me.
"We were, we still are." She said dreamily as she looked off in the distance, a smile on her face. "I'm so lucky to be with him."
They sat in silence for a moment, the two eating their meals. "Wait," Miroku put his burger down on the foil wrapping. "You mean, Kuranosuke, the Kuranosuke that we went to school with?" His eyes grew wide, and even wider when she nodded happily. "But I thought...' He trailed off.
"The past is the past," She explained. "I've forgiven him, and we've gotten so close."
He couldn't ignore her healthy pink glow as she thought of her fiance. He also couldn't help feel slightly envious of Kuranosuke either. How did all of this happen?
What, Miroku? Don't tell me you're jealous. His inner voice spoke.
Jealous? Please, I'm just worried for Sango.
Yea, you just keep telling yourself that.
Shut up! He mentally screamed. He wasn't jealous, Miroku was never jealous...or at least that's what he'd like to think.
"Miroku?"
He looked up at the sound of her voice. "Huh?"
"I asked you what you knew about Inuyasha." Sango said, appearing frustrated that she had to repeat herself.
"Oh yea." He whiped his face with the paper napkin. "About that...I talked to him the other day." He began.
"So you met him?" She looked fairly surprised.
"Yup, kinda bumped into him actually. Nice kid." He said before he took a long sip of his soda.
"Well?" She asked.
Why is she so snappy? She's been like this ever since we met last week. He quickly replaced the small frown that was beginning to appear across his features with a calm expression. "He said he was framed by some kid named Kouga."
"Well, I know that." She said testily. Why is he drawing this meal out? All I want is the information and then I want to go back home...or more like back to my car, whatever.
"Are you in a hurry or something, Sango? You seem to be rushing things." He said as if he were reading her thoughts, though his expression was unreadible.
"Not at all, I just want to know what it is you wanted to tell me. This case is important, Inuyasha's life rests on it." She said, thinking it was a polite answer. She couldn't be too mean, he was paying for her meal after all.
"Yea, that." He looked down at the table. "Well, I found out some information on Kouga, and I think it might be a good idea to go check him out."
"Check him out? Do you mean that I should personally see to finding the kid? I could always call the authorities on that matter."
"But you haven't, and you've known that Inuyasha believes he did it. You're scared that you don't have enough on him, aren't you?" Miroku asked.
"Well," Sango paused, She had been caught off guard, she wasn't expecting that question. "I guess that's it."
"Alright, so then if you check him out, follow him one day, you might find some dirt on him." He explained casually.
"Miroku, the trial is in a week, how do you suppose I dig up some dirt on Kouga, and try to get him convicted before the trial!" She asked, slightly frusterated. Did he not realize how hard it would be to pull something like that off?
"Look, I know it's tough, but if you aren't going to tell the authorities about this, Inuyasha could end up dead, or in prison for the rest of his life." He took another savory bite of the burger. "I also know that it's a hard task for you, and that you can't get much evidence without any witnesses."
"What are you getting at, Miroku?" She asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
"I'll help." He said easily as he picked at the last cold fry in the container. "You can't spy on the kid alone, nothing would really come out of it. One day, the two of us will follow the guy around and see if he's as shady as Inuyasha says he is."
"So what. now you're saying Inuyasha might not be telling the truth about Kouga?" She was a little angry now. How could he say that my client is lying? Inuyasha is perfectly trust worthy...well, sort of anyways. She narrowed her brown eyes at the man before her. "Inuyasha wouldn't lie to me."
Miroku looked taken aback by her words. "Look, I'm not saying that Inuyasha's lying, but it's always a possibility. Teenagers like him tend to get jealous easily. Maybe he's just mad because that Kagome girl likes Kouga better."
"Well..." Sango contimplated this for a moment. "I guess it could be that.." She sighed. Leaning back in her seat, she slowly closed her eyes.
"Is it just me, or does it feel like it's really late in the evening?" She asked after a few moments of silence.
Miroku looked up from the dull gray pattern on the table. "It doesn't feel that late." He sighed and looked across the table. Sango, what are you thinking about? I feel like I don't know you anymore. The part of you I used to know a long time ago...it's almost gone now. What happened?The oldyou would be outon Kouga's trail right now.He found himself wondering.
"Well, sorry, but I'm going to catch up on some sleep Miroku, good night." She stood up slowly and smoothed her skirt down. "It..." She looked down shyly. "It was nice talking to you again." She fiddled with her purse nerviously. She began towards the door.
"Wait, Sango!" Miroku called to her.
She turned around, "What is it?"
"Um...can I have your phone number, it's hard contacting you through your office." He asked honestly, sending her a pleadinglook. "I promise I won't bug you." He added a couple of seconds later...just in case.
"Alright..." She agreed lightly. "Do you have some paper?"
He dug through his pocket, searching for something. "Here." He handed her some random business card someone had given him.
She quickly scribbled down her number and handed it back to him. "Alright, I guess I'll be leaving now, good night."
"Good night," He said to her retreating figure.
"Oh, Miroku." She turned around. "Why did you take me out to this place for dinner?" She asked curiously, the question suddenly coming to her.
He smirked. "You see that guy in the back? The one frying the potatoes?" He motioned towards the kitchen. "That's Kouga."
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The dark room smelled of a combination of smoke and alcohol. That wasn't too surprising speaking as the small hole-in-the-wall served as a bar. Several customers loomed quietly in the dark corners, watching the new and suspicious drunks that were singing madly by the bar. Others were in silent groups near the middle of the room, drowning their sorrows in red wine.
The tall, reasonably attractive bar tender was drying the freshly washed glasses with a white napkin. He was silently gazing at the familiar faces, grimacing at the recently newfrequent visitors. He had worked at the small bar for nearly a year now, and he wasn't quite sure what brought all the new faces in.
The front was anything but attractive. The pale red paint was slowly peeling, and the dim bulbs flashed often. The door creaked loudly when you did as much as look at it the wrong way, and the small twelve inch television screen showed pictures in black and white.
He grumbled under his breath as he looked in one corner of the minute room. There sat a usual and a not-so-usual together. As he stared at the shimmering white hair of his customer, he soon realized what it was that kept the customers coming back.
It wasn't the ridiculously low prices, and it definately wasn't the 'homly' atmosphere. It was the fact that no questions were asked, and every customer got exactly what they ordered.
Countless times, he could rememeber selling glasses of the bitter liquid to obviously underage kids, not caring what came of it. He didn't care if they got in a wreck and killed innocent people, he had no friends, he had no family. If some stranger was inadvertantly killed by his illegal doings, he really wouldn't care. One more black mark on his list wouldn't do him much worse.
But, there was just something about that kid in the corner. He couldn't help but stare at him. Not only were his looks unusual, but so was his behavior. Don't be fooled, this bartender had seen plenty of demons in his day, but this one was different. He had gotten word that the kid was a hanyou, but did that really explain the dog ears? Not even full blooded demons seemed to have animal ears. And then...that punk would always come here alone. That was pretty strange considering he was so young. What was it about him that he felt the need to drink so much.
The bartender, he would never say anything. It wasn't his business to pry. But he found it odd that someone so young had become addicted to alcohol. He shrugged it off. But not only that...the kid always came in here alone. He would sit in the corner silently and drink away all the problems he had. So why was he with someone tonight? And why did they seem so...friendly?
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He laughed lightly at the joke she made. Her high pitched voice rang in his sensitive ears. Everything around him was a blur, and he couldn't remember where he had met her. But that didn't concern him much. That wasn't his problem. All he wanted to do was drown. Drown in his own pitiful misery.
He had no idea where Kagome was. No idea if she was in any danger. All he knew was that he was sad. He wasn't sure what it was that upset him so much, but whatever it was, it sure hit a nerve.
He hadn't known what to do, and like the typical Inuyasha, he decided to get drunk.
He knew it would cause him a lot of trouble eventually, but he didn't really care. His mind was a jumble of broken and confused thoughts, and he thought that a couple beers would make it go away.
...But it didn't.
So being the genius he was, Inuiyasha decided to try a hooker. A good lay would make him feel better...right?
But no...they had been in the small bar room for a while. And she, being pretty much with out any shame at all was making slow passes at him, trying to get the job done so she might have time for another job later on that night. But he...
Kept seeing Kagome's face.
Now, maybe if he had had a couple more beers, or a few shots, he wouldn't have minded. But with the little alcohol he had consumed, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about this.
Kagome's so innocent. How can I do -that- to her? He thought, feeling slightly- dirty as the woman leaned her head on him and seductively rubbed her hand on his chest.
"Inu baby, are you ready yet?" She purred into his ear, stroking his head softly.
He opened his eyes lazily and turned to her. His vision blurred for a moment, and he blinked.
"Huh?" He asked dumbly at the girl before him. "Kagome, what are you doing here?" He squinted his eyes at the girl who was peculiarly grabbing his arms. "Aren't you going to be late for curfew?" He blinked again, alcohol was obscuring his vision.
He saw the girl again...the hooker. A slight pink flush had spread across her face. "That's it!" She stood up quickly. "That's the third time tonight! I don't know who this 'Kagome' is, and I have no idea why you are so obssessed with her, but I can't take this anymore! I can't stand to watch you drown in your sorrows like this kid. You're too young. If you're having girlfriend troubles, you shouldn't use me to try and fix them!" She left with an angered huff and paced out of the room.
"Huh?"
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It was a little misty outside as he walked down the deserted sidewalk. The small droplets of water that had collected in his hair reflected the dull light emitted from the street lamps. That particular street was lined with townhouses, and at this time of night they were all shrouded in darkness. There were no cars on the road, and no fellow pedistrians, hell, he didn't even see any inscects hovering around the street lamps tonight.
But he didn't feel lonely. Not now anyways. He had grown up, past the awkward teenage years of depression and lonliness. He was no longer uncomfortable to be by himself. But he would never admit to anyone that he had, at one time, felt alone, excluded, and hurt.
But even though he felt no pain from being in this solitary state now, he couldn't help but remember how he used to feel.
Because, even though Miroku seemed like a simple person on the outside, he was anything but.
Anyone could easily see that Miroku often was the jolly, perverted, and handsome man that was always the center of attention. He had always been positive, he had many talents, and he was quite popular with the ladies. But...that's exactly why he used to feel alone. He had always felt like he was the only one.
In high school he had never had any steady friends, anyone he could trust. Even though he talked to many people, there was never really anyone he could count on. And the fact that he was always surrounded by people that only liked him for the person he pretended to be, well, that hadn't really comforted him.
Then he had met Sango. At first she was a little weary to trust him (though he had to admit he hadn't chosen the best way to introduce himself), but she came around. After their first year of high school together they had gone through a lot of ordeals together, and had gotten through with out too many scars. And in their second and third years...they had begun to know each other inside and out. (Not in a perverted way, mind you)They were almost the same person.
And those, those had been the best years of his life. He had known they would get along since the first time he saw her, though he had to admit he was caught a little off guard at times. She was the first girl to ignore his casual charms, but eventually she gave in. And it took him a while to see the good in her. She was a little rough around the edges, but he eventually saw through that.
But then came their last years together. And like all good things, it seemed their friendship had to come to an end. Unfortunately for them, this particualr 'good thing' was cruelly ripped from them. It started going downhill after her brother was shot...and got worse when a new kid began taking an interest in her.
It wasn't that this new kid was that bad. It's just that...she had never had a boyfriend before. She had started out very nervous around the boy, but she adapted to him soon enough. But then...the boy found a new interest, and she had to deal with the heart break. And that, that was not easy for her. Not only was it her first time experiencing that kind of pain, but she was alone.
And thinking back on it, Miroku wanted to kick himself for not being there for her. But he had to keep his anger, his jealousy in control, and he thought it would only be worse for her if he had gotten involved.
So, she stopped talking to him, and he was alone again. All through college, he was alone. He hadn't been able to meet anyone like her, in any way at all.
And then, a few years after he had graduated, he met Koharu. The sexy lawyer who had fallen madly in love with him after speaking at a seminar he was attending. At first they had had a physical attraction (anyone surprized? This is Miroku we're talking about...), but then their relationship had gotten serious. The longest relationship he had ever had, and one of the most enjoyable ones to boot. They hardly ever faught, and they just had such a good time together.
But...if he was enjoying their relationship so much...where did that strange feeling he got when he found out about Kuranosuke and Sango come from? I'm just being protective of a friend, that's all. He thought to himself as he started towards the door of one of the houses.
He dug in his pants pocket for the house key, and slowy opened the door.
The door opened silently as he made his way into Koharu's home. The front rooms were dark, she liked to keep her electric bill as low as possible. He could hear her melodioius voice drifting through the house.
"Why not?" She asked. "They've had enough time. I've waited long enough for the trial...I don't care if their busy! So am I! What? So now they've got 'evidence of their own. That's a load of crap and you know it!" He could hear her pacing angrily in the kitchen. The light smell of lasagna drifted through to the front rooms.
"I can't believe this. They can't do anything to save themselves now. Yes, I know that, but-" She paused. "You did NOT just hang up on me!" He heard the sound of the phone crashing loudly onto the receiver.
Guess she didn't get too far with that arguement... He thought to himself as he walked in smiling.
She must have heard his light footsteps as she turned around, a bright smile painted across her face. "So, you're finally home! Where'd you go anyway?" She asked as she hugged him tightly. "I've been waiting."
"I had some business to take care of." He answered swiftly, giving her his famous smirk. He kissed her lips lightly as he placed the bottle of wine he had been carrying on the counter top. "And here's where the rest of the business trip takes place." He wiggled his brows suggestively as he pressed her against the counter, his hands on her hips.
He saw the delicate blush roll over her face as she moved closer to him. ...And then they both jumped at the unexpected noise of her cell phone from another room.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry, Miroku! I have to get that!" She began on her way.
"Wait up, I have your receipt from the other day, why don't you go bring it to your room while you're there." He fished in his pocket for his wallet and went to get the said paper.
"What's this?" She said quizically, ignoring the ringing phone as she bent down to see a slip of paper that slipped from his wallet.
"Huh?" He asked dumbly as she held it in her hand.
"Miroku?" She showed him the slip of paper, the one Sango had written her number on earlier that day. "Why do you have her number?" A frown instantly found it's way on her face.
"Uh..." Miroku began intellegently.
"Why do you have her number?" She repeated, her once happy face, now filled with anger.
"She gave it to me?" He asked dumbly, what had she expected from him?
"That slut!" She yelled angrily. "She's trying to seduce you into getting some dirt on me or something, I know it!" Koharu yelled angrily. "And you." She turned to him, pointing an accusing finger his way, "Don't tell me, that she was the 'business' that you had to take care of!" She yelled.
"But wait! I can explain!" He began pitifully.
"I don't really give a damn! Get out of my house and...and have some fun with that slut! Miroku, I knew you were a flirt, but I would have never expected this!" She stormed out of the room, leaving the paper to float to the ground.
Miroku stood still, quite stunned. "Uh..." He looked down at the paper, at Sango's familiar handwriting.
'She...is no slut.'
He gently picked up the paper and quickly got out of the house.
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I hope there weren't too many mistakes. It took me a while to proof read it! This chapter os around 13 pages long, the longest chapter I've ever written!
Did you like it? I didn't like the dinner date with Sango and Miroku, I think I should have changed something about it, but I won't now cause I'm getting used to it. I likedMiroku's reflection too, bet ya'll are all itching to know what happened in high school. And...did the first part confuse you? Good.
And hmm...do you guys like this story? I think parts of it are boring, but I'm slowly startingto like it as it gets longer...
Oh, and I'mchanging thegenre of 'horror' to 'mystery' I think it's more fitting...And I'm trying to get the next chapter written down as soon as possible! Please review you guys!