I won't have a limit for how long my chapters are. Usually I have a minimum to how long a chapter should be and all. This time I will not. Also, I won't be posting the previous 4 paragraphs. I just wanted to get the entire dream in here... Ack. I have searched nearly everywhere for Fluffy's name. I can't find it. Sesshoumaru will have Inuyasha's popular last name (if only we all knew what their real last names were). Taisho. Whatever that means.

Warning: I don't know the full legal process, although I am somewhat familiar with how things work. Also, I will be inserting some bad language in this chapter. The language may vanish, it may stay. Depends...

Chapter Two: My Lawyer

I open the door to Hojo's apartment. He had asked me to come over today and give him some more medicine. He said he just ran out. By the way he was breathing, over the phone, I assumed he had ran. Only then, when I was opening the door, I realized that he couldn't have been running. He was hardly even able to get out of bed without throwing up.

I walk into the messy house, holding a shopping bag close to me. I can't see him. Maybe he had made it to his room. I walk towards his room, glancing in the bathroom. That's where I see him. I walk to him and set the grocery bag down by me.

"Hojo, I got your medicine..." I say. He doesn't reply. His head is leaning on the toilet, and I imagined he had just thrown up. I flush the toilet. When he still doesn't move, I touch his shoulder. "Hojo, this isn't funny." He didn't move. Still.

After a while of me shaking him, I hold his wrist to feel for a pulse. There is none. I look at the empty bottle of medicine beside him. He should've had enough to last him a few more days, maybe even an entire week. I thought he was just worried about running out. Had he overdosed?

That's when I called the police to report that he had an overdose of his medicine and died. Then, when they came and found my fingerprints on his empty bottle, they arrested me. They said something about my fingerprints. I had bought the bottle for him, so it made sense to me. Why couldn't they understand that?

I jerk in my sleep. Violently. I feel something hard hitting me then my eyes slowly open. I fell off my bed. I groan then look to the other bed to see Kagura sleeping peacefully. Funny. She killed someone and she sleeps fine at night. I am accused of killing someone and I have nightmares.

I don't know what makes my dreams so scary. I guess the idea of Hojo really being dead is a bit disturbing on it's own. Then, there's the idea they think I poisoned him or something. Phht. I wouldn't do that to him. Would anyone poison their friend? Maybe they don't know how close of friends Hojo and I were.

When I had the chicken pox, Hojo had used his own allowance to buy me medicine. He walked to my house and he gave me the medicine. He was always acting like a doctor. I think that's what he was going to college for, but I'm not sure.

I was kidnapped when I was 19. I had just moved into my own place and then someone showed up and took me away. Right before the guy raped me, Hojo had come in with something. I recognized it as a sleeping formula he made. He said that, with the right steps, you could put anyone to sleep with a lit candle. He put my kidnapper to sleep using his theory.

And, when I nearly ran out of money, he helped me. I was thousands of dollars in debt - teach me to leave my credit card at the cashier of WacDonalds. He had given me a large portion of his college fund so I wouldn't have to go bankrupt.

Hojo was great. I wish he hadn't died. Now, when life starts getting too rough for me to handle, he won't be here. I think I now understand why he did those kind things for me in the first place. I had picked up the habit of slashing from someone else. You know, cutting yourself when you're upset. Hojo knew this and did everything he could to keep me from doing that.

If the razor blades here were sharp, I'd have cut myself. If we were allowed to handle knives or scissors, I would've used those. Perhaps the memory of him wanting me to stop will keep me from it when I face the real world and have access to dangerous things again. I am snapped out of my thoughts as Kagura awakens.

"The floor that comfortable?" She asks me. She's so tired, it's hard to tell if she's serious or just playing. I smile in response as I get up.

"I fell off a little bit ago..." I tell her. She smiles as she manages to pull herself up.

"Figures. Only you could wake up and glide off of your bed with a faceplant on the floor." She teases. I glare at her then get back on my bed. The cell door opens then we both get up. No matter how tired we are, we'd never pass up a chance to go to the yard. "You're meeting your lawyer today."

"Yeah." I reply as I look down.

"Think he'll be any good?" She asks. I look up at her to see a cigarette in her mouth and the box in her hand. I grab one from the box then sigh. I stare at it as I think of my answer. Then it hits me.

"You asked me that a million times yesterday and even more the day before that. You don't need my answer." She smiles at my comeback.

"Well, how about a fresh one. Do you think you'll get out?" I hear her ask. I nod my head rapidly.

"Yeah. I mean, I didn't do anything wrong, why would I stay?" She gives me a side glance as we both sit on the bench.

"Because the law is fucked up... You know Emma, right?" She asks me. Yeah, she's the girl in the cell next to us. She's very nice to us. Whenever she gets books, she'll let us read them.

"Yeah. Why?"

"She didn't do anything. Her husband committed suicide after a one night stand in their own bedroom. She came in, thinking he was asleep and shook him. She got her prints on him and his blood on her. Then she found the knife and got her prints on that too... She's gonig to be in for 20 years. She's only served 2 out of 'em." She tells me. My eyes go wide as I look back at cigarette.

"I guess that means we're all in the black about what's going on... So, do you think you'll get out?" I ask Kagura. She shrugs then pulls a lighter out of her clothes. She lights her cigarette then reaches over and lights the one I've been staring at. I didn't ask her to, and I'm not really interested in smoking. As if I were in automatic mode, I start smoking it.

"I don't know. I know murder is wrong and all. For that I deserve to stay in... But here's my theory; He was trying to rape me. You can count it as self defense. I didn't know what was going on and I put my hand through his chest. Or, you can just say the world is one bastard down now." She joked. I smiled then sat down on the bench and leaned my head on the table.

"I think you should count it as self defense. You didn't like him, but if he hadn't tried raping you, you wouldn't have done it in the first place." I tell her. She jumps off the table and stands in my view.

"If you were a lawyer, Kagome, you'd make a lot of money. People in our situation like to hear shit like that... Not to mention you're so kind that people would think you really did care about what's going on." She says.

"Thanks. But since I've even been charged, I don't think I'm even allowed to be a lawyer." She shrugs and nods.

"You've got a point." She tells me. A male deputy comes up to me and glares at the cigarette. He would yell at me if we were indoors, but we're not.

"You're lawyer is here for you, Higurashi." He says. I drop my cigarette in the ground and step on it to make sure it went out. Not like it can really light the sand on fire, but it would be as painful as hell to step on.

"I'll see you later, Kagura." I say. Kagura smiles then nods as I follow the deputy. Neither of us talk, and that's fine with me. The men are known to be more pissy than the women sheriffs. I have no interest in pissing anyone off right now. Well, maybe my lawyer will be the exception. He takes me to a door and opens it to let me in. I walk in and sit down at one of the tables.

"He'll be in shortly." He tells me. I lean back in the comfortable chair and wait for him. Why do the lawyer/client rooms always get to be more comfortable than the visitor seats? My goodness. This chair is softer than the cot I get to sleep in. Another door opens and a silver-haired demon comes in.

My heart skips a beat as he stops moving and looks at his papers. He has elf-like ears and stunning golden eyes. He has a crescent moon on his head and two purple stripes on either side of his face. He looks up at me then sits down as my blush seems to grow more vibrant. I place my hands over my face casually in attempt to hide the blush.

"Red suits you." He says. I drop my hands and stare at him. Did I miss something? He looks at me with an emotionless face. "Your blush. It suits you." Well, I am pretty sure my blush has returned from the grave. I hide my face again as he lays out some papers.

"Okay, sign this..." He says. I scan the paper the sign it. "Great, now I have the money to build my new house with your money." He jokes. I giggle quietly then set the pen down on the signed page. He reads it then writes a few things.

"Okay, first off... I'm Sesshoumaru Taisho. I don't care what you call me. I am paid by the state for your defense." He says. I nod then an evil thought comes to mind.

"Fluffy. I shall call you fluffy." I joke. He glares at me then places his hand over the contract I just signed.

"No. I meant as in my real name. Don't refer to me in such a degrading pet name." He says. I sigh then slouch in my chair. "You are rather hyper - at times - for someone who'sfuture is on the line." He says. I shrug.

"I just have bad luck. I'm adjusting to it." I reply. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. Maybe he decided against it or he just wanted to look like a fish.

"Anyway, as for you..." He says. A blush sweeps over my face as another thought comes to mind. I know he's talking about the trial, but I can't get him out of my head. My mind has other ideas in it's wishes. How often do women fall in love with their lawyers. Erk. Male lawyers, my mistake.

The meeting went on for hours. I don't know why it took so long, but now I'm too tired to tell Kagura about my hottie of a lawyer. I don't know why my hormones have decided to be so hyper around him. Okay, so he is rather hot, but why do I feel like just... kissing him!

"What?" Kagura asks me as I walk into our cell. The door locks behind me as I sit on my bed.

"Huh? What'd I say?" I ask her.

"You just said something about wanting to kiss your lawyer..." She says. I blush then shake my head.

"I didn't say that!"

"Yes you did."

"I had just meant to think it, not say it!" Her face becomes victorious.

"I didn't think you were actually thinking that. I was just trying to tease you because you were blushing and looked very... thoughtful." She motions in a suggestive manner. "Anyway, what's you lawyer like? I'm sure you love him, judging by the expression on your face."

"Yeah, he's pretty good looking... But it can't be right to fall in love with your lawyer." I comment.

"No, but it's not right to attempt raping a part of you." She says. I roll my eyes then sigh.

"Okay... I like him a lot... I mean, a lot. I just don't know how you're supposed to be telling someone you love them when you depend on them for your future." I tell her.

"You know what you have to do?" Kagura asks me.

"What?" I ask her as I look up to her once again.

"You have to get out here and marry him." I glare at her then she starts laughing. I thought she'd give me real advice!

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Aha! I am done. Oh, when this story was posted before, I had a review. Someone commented on how the cops were unfair in this story. Here's what happened that compelled me to write this story…

My best friend (my mom's boyfriend) was charged for a murder he didn't do. I've seen evidence that would prove someone else did it, but he is being charged for it. Where I live - erk, used to live - not only would Kagome have been charged with murder, but she would've been charged with sexual assualt. Tell me if you figure out how that works. Justice is all fucked up. Maybe it's just where I live, maybe it's just California. But it's not justice anymore, it's just a way to blame problems on innocent people. I'm sorry, but I have no trust in our government's way of taking care of problems.

That's where I got the idea for this. I'm sorry if the law enforcement in your area is good, but it was horrible where I lived. This is what creates my faith in the system, is this case right here…

On a different note! Reviews keep me going and help me update. I accept anonymous reviews, so you don't have to be a member to do it. Just click on the purply button below and write a review. Even if you write 'blah,' I shall be happy.

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