Howdy y'all! Well first of all, thanks for all the feedback you've given me, makes me feel I didn't write this fic for nothing. I'd thank y'all individually but I don't have your names in front of me at the moment and I'm a bit too lazy to look for them. But anyways, let's get this shindig started eh?

Disclaimer- The less I own the more I gain, therefore I may not own Inuyasha, I do own this fic and my own creative little mind, which is working on overdrive right now to come up with this next chapter.

Cocky Thief

When its nightfall, the streets are nearly deserted. However, when the sun begins to rise into the sky, the streets become crowded with the city's inhabitants, people seem to crowd up on the sidewalks like a group a sheep. On each side of the street, all the people move in one direction, going with the flow of traffic, like an unwritten rule among the citizens. If you're on one side of the street, you go where the crowd is moving.

Yet this way of living is interrupted, the crowds of people are forced move around a single who's going in the opposite direction. With a cocky smile across his face, and his latest triumph, twirling about his finger, a nice shiny gold necklace, Inuyasha makes his way down the sidewalk, ignoring the scolding looks of the people he's passing. Inwardly, Inuyasha smirks, it's days like these that it pays to be out early. Like the old saying goes, 'The early bird catches the worm.' In this case, 'The early pickpocket gets the wallets.' While passing by others on the crowded sidewalk, and bumping into them in the process, Inuyasha stealthily grabs a few wallets from men, with his free hand.

When he reaches the end of the sidewalk, Inuyasha glances back and smirks at another triumphant job. Turning to the right, Inuyasha makes his way down the alley to see the fruits of his treasures. Once he finds a place comfortable enough, which happens to be next to the dumpster in the alley, Inuyasha pockets the necklace he snatched just the night before. Reaching into his other pocket, Inuyasha pulls out the three wallets he managed to grab off of the foolish saps.

Inuyasha leans his back against the side of the building behind him, wincing a bit from the pain in his shoulder. Opening up the first wallet, Inuyasha takes out the twenty-five dollars that's in the wallet. Finding nothing else that's worth anything, Inuyasha chucks the wallet in the dumpster next to him, then moves onto the next wallet. 'Must be my day.' Inuyasha thinks cheerfully, pulling out the fifty dollar bill in the wallet.

Once he's through with that wallet, he chucks it into the dumpster and looks down at the last one in his hands, a fancy brown leather wallet. 'Let's see what's in here.' Inuyasha's violet eyes, seem to glow in anticipation as he opens the next, and last wallet. The glow in his eyes disappears as an angry scowl crosses his lips, "Empty!?" Inuyasha says in annoyance. How is he suppose to make a living if the people he pickpockets isn't carrying any money? Just to make sure that the wallet is empty, Inuyasha tips the wallet upside down and shakes it, waiting for some sort of money to fall from it. But not a single penny comes out, the wallet is completely empty, in fact, Inuyasha's positive he saw a moth fly out of the wallet.

Inuyasha's brows lower in frustration, "Who the hell carries around an empty wallet?" Inuyasha decides to find the answer to his own question, so in case he sees the person next time, he can beat them senseless for having them waste his precious time. Opening up the wallet again, Inuyasha glances at the driver's license, though his reading skills are really limited, he can just memorize the man's face in the picture.

The man on the driver's license is about his own age, Inuyasha guesses. Brown eyes and ebony hair that's tied back into a small ponytail by a rubber band, it's one of those faces that just seems like all the rest in the city, which makes it harder to remember the person. Inuyasha glances down at the name in the picture, definitely not a common name around these parts, much like his own. Inuyasha tries to sound out the name, "Mer ..row...cue..." The man's last name is much easier for Inuyasha to pronounce, "Monk, Merrowcue Monk? What the hell kind of name is Merrowcue?" Inuyasha laughs.

"Actually, it's pronounced Miroku." A voice says from behind him.

"Wah!" Inuyasha nearly jumps out of his skin, dropping the wallet on the ground as he turns around to see a man standing a few feet behind him. Inuyasaha's brows raise in surprise as he realizes that the man in the driver's license, and the man standing in front of him, are one in the same.

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"What's wrong?"

Sango looks up from her desk to the girl in front of her. The girl in front of her has straight blonde hair, the tip of her hair is dyed black. She has amber eyes that, if you look close enough, seem to have a fiery red color within them. Sango lowers her head as a frown crosses her lips, she twirls her badge on her desk absentmindedly, "What do you mean Kilala?"

The girl known as Kilala, crosses her arms over her chest, "Sango... how long have we've known each other?" She questions.

"Fifteen years I believe." Sango answers.

"Sixteen." Kilala corrects, "And after sixteen years, you still think I don't known when something is wrong with you?"

Leave the other cops out of this unless you want me to get rid of this necklace.

Sango recalls what was written at the end of Inuyasha's letter, "Nothing is wrong." Sango replies softly.

Kilala gives Sango a look that planning says, I-don't-believe-you. Sango sighs in annoyance at her friend's persistence. She loves her friend dearly, but really, if she says nothing is wrong, it's a clear hint that she doesn't want to talk about it. However, Kilala can be a bit too curious for her own good, it's bound to get her in trouble one of these days, just like the saying, 'Curiosity killed the cat.' Though Kilala isn't a cat, she can be as curious as one. "Come on Sango... Tell me what's on your mind." Kilala presses on.

Wanting to have some peace, and having no other excuse, Sango says the first thing that comes to mind, or rather name, "Kohaku.." Sango replies sadly.

"Oh..." Kilala says apologetically, her usually cheerfulness dropping a few notches, "Sorry... Well, I'll see you around Sango." Kilala says before walking away.

It always amazes Sango by how people seem to leave her along, whenever her brother's name is mentioned. Though she got the effect she desired in making Kilala leaving her alone, it only added to her depression. By saying his name, it only makes her remember about her dear little brother, which goes straight to the last gift he gave her, the necklace, which was stolen by the very person she ran over.

Sango rests her chin on her folded arms that are resting on her desk as she stares absentmindedly ahead, 'How long has it been now?' Sango thinks to herself. 'Three years since it happened...' Kohaku was the last of Sango's family, and now he's gone from her life. She's been taking care of him for five years since her parents died. Kohaku refused to go to a foster family, and Sango refused to lose her little brother, so they ended up getting a place of their own.

Her parents both died five years ago when their car lost control and slammed straight into oncoming traffic, which happened to be a dump truck. In reality, Kohaku wasn't really what was left of Sango's family, she has lots of cousins, aunts, and uncles, but they either live in another state, or she has never even met them. Either way, Kohaku was what she considered her only family once her parents died.

The necklace was precious to her, it was always a piece of Kohaku to her. He had worked an entire year, doing small jobs for neighbors in order to afford to buy Sango a Christmas gift, despite the fact Sango told him not to worry about her. When he gave her the necklace, she rarely took it off. But two years ago, when Kohaku left her life, she placed the necklace in the box it came in and placed it on the shelf in his bedroom, not daring to wear it again for fear of losing it.

And now her necklace is in the hands of a common thief, and a cocky one at that. She could tell he was cocky just by reading the letter. Challenging her to a game of cat and mouse, only the most confident street rats would risk being captured by daring the person they robbed to chase them. And this one knew she was a cop. This thief is either cocky or just plain stupid. In Sango's opinion, he's most likely a bit of both.

She'll go along with his game though, she has to if she wants her necklace back. The only problem is that she doesn't have a clue on how to go about searching for him. The city is too big to search entirely, she needs some sort of lead on his whereabouts. The only hope she has now is to go back to where she hit him everyday and see if he appears, other then that, Sango doesn't have any idea.

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Inuyasha watches as the man, who can be none other then Miroku, glances from him to the wallet on the ground, Inuyasha dropped, "Oh good, you found my wallet." Miroku says suddenly. He puts his right hand behind his head and gives a short laugh, "I was looking for it, I seem to lose it every time I go out."

Inuyasha raises an eyebrow at the man, either Miroku's trying to him off guard, or he's incredibly stupid. Inuyasha's eyes dark down at Miroku's clothing, "What are you suppose to be? Some sort of monk?" He asks, noting the black clothing and white collar around his neck.

"Well that depends." Miroku begins, "If you are asking if that's who I am, then yes, I'm a Monk, just like the rest of my family, Miroku Monk. But if you are asking me of my profession then no I'm not a monk, I'm a priest."

"A priest?" Inuyasha replies skeptically, "Aren't you a bit too... young to be a priest."

Miroku shrugs his shoulders, "A priest in training. I'll be an official priest in a few years."

"......"

The two fall in to silence, each studying at the other. Miroku crosses his arms and cups his chin in thought as he stares at Inuyasha. "What the hell are you staring at?" Inuyasha asks, becoming uncomfortable with Miroku's starring, for all he knows, Miroku could be one of those priests who molests little thirteen year old boys.

"Don't let your past determine your future actions." Miroku suddenly says, his tone completely serious.

"What the hell are you talking about!?" Inuyasha demands.

The seriousness leaves Miroku as he gives a short laugh, "I apologize, I tend to do that sometimes. I sensed a disturbance about you, it felt like a sorrow from long ago." He explains.

Inuyasha crosses his arms and scowls, "Feh! Maybe you should make the damn fortunes in those stupid fortune cookies. But I don't let anything control my decisions."

"Yes, well. I shall keep that in mind." Miroku walks over to him and picks the wallet up off the ground and puts it in his pocket. "Well, I bid you farewell stranger, it was an interesting meeting." Miroku turns around and begins to leave. Inuyasha watches him walk away, a stone gaze within his violet eyes. Miroku stops at the end of the alley and glances over his shoulder back at Inuyasha, "Word of advice, the lord above can only forgive so much without you confessing to them."

"Feh! I don't believe in that shit." Inuyasha states.

A grin plays across Miroku's face, "Not everyone does. However, it helps to talk about certain 'things.' There's a confessional in the church, I'm always there, feel free to drop by anytime to get anything off your chest."

"Not interested." Inuyasha replies carelessly.

The grins never leaves Miroku's face as he turns around, "See you around sometime, pickpocket."

Inuyasha watches as Miroku disappears around the corner. Shaking his head, Inuyasha reaches into his pocket and looks at the profits he made 'working' today. 'Seventy-five' Inuyasha counts with a smirk across his face. If there's one thing Inuyasha can do good at, it's math. With the years robbing people of their money, he manage to teach him the basics and soon learned from that.

Inuyasha nearly gagged at the suggestion of walking into a church. Not once in his life, at least as far as he remembers, has he gone to church. Maybe he did if his mother made him go with her, but that was so long ago, too long for Inuyasha to remember. As a matter of fact, he doesn't remember much from his early childhood now that he thinks about it. To him, he's been living on the streets all his life. Pocketing the money, Inuyasha turns to leave the alley, ready to go home and get some well deserved rest for a hard day's work he had.

Well that's it y'all, sorry nothing happened in this chapter. But never fear! Action may be near. lol. Still need to figure out what to do in the next chapter, but anyways, I hope ya liked ths chapter anyway. So if you did, leave a review or suggestion for the story or anything. TTNC!