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Chapter 1: Murder?
The cops were still there when Kikyo arrived, her car tires squealing to a stop on the slippery roads. It had been raining for three days straight. Now, that was normal weather in Seattle, but she had moved from there a year ago today. She now lived in Tokyo, Japan, and had her young son Souta home safe in bed. It was nearing Midnight by the time she reached the crime tape marking off the house. 'Heh, they only do this so investigators that are directionally challenged can find the house.' Kikyo thought as she walked past the tape and an officer stopped her at the door.
"Sorry, this is a crime scene, off limits to civilians." He said, his dark sunglasses reflecting the cop cars lights. 'Why do they always wear those? It's not like it helps them see any better in the dark, their blind now!' Kikyo merely smiled and the officer went to his patrol car and left. Kikyo smirked and walked into the living room. It was a mess! The couch was toppled over, the carpet was soaking wet, and the room smelled as if something had died in it. 'Oh, wait.' Kikyo thought, 'Someone has died in here...' She went over to the TV, the only thing in the room that hadn't been ruined, and looked into the VCR. 'Yup, just as I thought.' There was a tape in there that said 'COPY' on the side of it. 'I thought I burned this! Kagome, you are going to get it!' Kikyo raced out of the house and drove to the nearest lake, where she grabbed a jug of gasoline and the tape on her way to the shoreline. There was an old metal trash can with twigs in it, so she poured the gasoline over them and lit them. She grabbed the tape and ripped out the film, then threw it in the fire.
"Kagome! I know you can hear me! Stay away from here! Not here...please...not here..." Kikyo hugged herself and looked at the moon as she sobbed. "Not here..."
Miroku was starting to get worried. Kikyo hadn't come back yet and Souta was starting to get sick. He paced around the room, the TV still playing the cartoons that Souta had left on. Miroku thought it was odd that Kikyo would just leave like she did, but he would ask her about it later. He looked at the clock. 3:00a.m? Where did the time go? She left over four hours ago, where could she be?
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