Well, I just remembered I have these fanfictions to work on. I'm sooooo sorry for forgetting. If you liked this story, then I want to apologize to you. So, come to my house and I'll give you a dollar!

I don't expect you to actually come and do that. Just a joke…

Chapter Four: Meeting

"I didn't know that!" I say quickly. I thought that the lawyers looked things up on their own and all. I had no idea that they had investigators to do research for them and talk to their clients for them!

"Higurashi. You have a meeting with your lawyer." The guard tells me. I look at Kagura then stand up and walk out of the gate with the guard. Butterflies have officially invaded my stomach as I try to act normal. Well, as normal as I can get in my position.

I am let into a visiting room with tables. Mr. Taisho is there, drumming his fingers on the table. I hadn't realized his claws before. Then again, I guess that all hot lawyers have to be demons. There's no other natural explanation on why. Okay, I guess there is, but this is the only explanation I'm willing to accept.

When he notices my presence, he stands up. The guard leaves my side as my cute lawyer holds his hand out to me. Acting dumb, I don't really know what to do for a moment. Then it hits me. I'm supposed to shake his hand! Duh! I grasp his hand, a blush coming over my face. Then I sit down across the table from him.

"Shade of red suits you." He tells me. I look at him for a while, blinking. What had he just said? A shade of red suits me? I'm not wearing red!

"What?" I asked dumbly. My lawyer looks up at me, a smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth. This is the points that I realize he doesn't smile much. Sure, I've seen him smirk, but he keeps his emotions so… hidden.

"The shade of red you create when you blush. It suits you." He repeats. I cover my cheeks instantly, feeling terribly embarrassed. Either he was just letting me know I looked cute, or he was teasing me for blushing around him. I think he was teasing me.

"Alright… I have some of the reports that the police filed with you. The neighbors filed some paperwork too… This is strange." He says. I look at his expression as he tries looks over several sheets of paper. He looks overly bewildered.

"What? I thought you normally filed paperwork on these things." I say as I lean against the table. He looks up at me then shakes his head.

"No… The paperwork from your neighbors is dated before the paperwork from the police. They filed their information on the murder before the murder was even reported." He says. I glared at him, but he probably can't see it.

"I didn't murder anyone." I growl through clenched teeth. He rests his hand over my clenched fist, causing me to relax it.

"I'm not saying you did. You're charged with murder, so I refer to this as if you did. That's the way a lot of lawyers refer to their clients." He says. I let out a deep breath then nod. His hand hasn't moved and it's causing me to blush like there's no tomorrow.

"So, what's the issue with the paperwork?" I ask. I'm trying to sound as casual as I can so he won't realize where his hand remains. Even though I'm blushing like a school-girl, I'm enjoying the touch. A lot… Okay, maybe not a lot, but I am enjoying it!

"They shouldn't have their paperwork in before the murder is filed. Something's not right." He says. I look at the paperwork, as if it'll suddenly grant me the explanation. Nope, no magical explanation is coming to mind yet.

"What does that mean?" I ask curiously. He looks at me then his hand returns to the paperwork it'd been working on. I pull my hand back to my lap shyly as he looks things over at least a million times.

"It means that…" He pauses as his eyes close. He's trying to think of whatever he's saying, I think.

"It means that someone paid the police and the neighbors to frame you. For all I know, they could have killed the victim themselves. But I can't guarantee that. Something is definitely wrong with their papers being filed before the murder was filed." He says. I nod my head slowly, understanding the base of all that information. That confused me, but I'll pretend I understand!

"Does that change the trial?" I question. He shakes his head and my spirit seems to sink to my stomach. I had hopes that they could blame someone else and let me out. Guess I'll have to make a new wish on another shooting star.

"All it means is that, if you get out, there's still someone else out there that may be to blame. I can't go after them, but perhaps you can hire someone to get the information for you." He says. I nod my head once more then look at the table. It grows quiet as he looks over the paperwork.

"Alright, I'm going to ask you questions. You need to answer them." He says. I nod my head, having an intense staring contest with the table. I'm sure he must think I'm an idiot by now. The only reason I'm avoiding his gaze is because I know I'll turn cherry red as soon as I look at him.

"What day did Hojo Matomi die?" He asks. I start to look at him, before remembering why I shouldn't. My gaze remains on the table.

"October fifth." I reply grimly.

"I know these may get hard to answer, but you have to try your best… What was your relation with Mr. Matomi?" He asks me. Silence fills the space between us and I can hear the tape recorder rolling over the tape. That makes two things waiting for my answer.

"We were neighbors, and friends." I tell him quietly. I hear him sigh in… It sounded like he sighed in relief. Woah! I'm getting way too ahead of myself!

"Why were your fingerprints on the bottle?" He seems not to care about the questions now, but his hand is writing things down anyway. I look at it, curious as to what he's writing. Then I realize that I haven't answered the question yet.

"Because Hojo was too sick to go out and get his medicine. I bought it for him the day before." I tell him, shaking my head. Shouldn't all this information be obvious? Or do they need it to officially interrogate people before they can state the obvious?

"How did you get into Mr. Matomi's apartment?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders then slouch in my chair.

"I knew where his spare key was. He told me just in case there was ever an emergency or if he got too drunk to tell me." I say. Sesshoumaru utters a small laugh before his lawyer-like and emotionless face returns to it's place.

"And what happened on that day when you found him?" He asks me. It sounds like that might be the last question, but I might just be overly hopeful.

"I hadn't heard from Hojo all day. He usually called me everyday to talk to me about my day at work and all… He didn't call my cell phone all day, so I got worried. I unlocked the door to his apartment then went in. I found him in the bathroom, and his bottle of medicine was empty. He overdosed on it, from what I understand." I say casually. The tape clicks then Mr. Taisho continues to write things. After a while, he stops and closes his folder.

"Then, that's all I have for today. I'll see you in a month, Ms. Higurashi." He says formally. I stand up and he holds his hand out for another handshake. When I give him my hand this time, he doesn't shake it. Instead, he pulls it towards him and kisses the back of it like a gentleman. I look at him directly in the eye and my face begins to heat up with a blush I'm sure is obvious.

"Good… bye…" I mutter slowly. I sound as if I've been hit by a bus. I walk to the guard, acting as if nothing had happened. Okay, note to self. Next time I get a hot lawyer, NO touching is permitted! Touching just makes me feel all… mushy-gushy. Yah, I'm sure that's a real sophisticated word, but I'm too love-struck to get another word for it. When I get back to Kagura, the first thing out of her mouth makes no sense.

"Ohmygosh! Youweregoneareallylongtime. Ithoughtyoutwowerefoolingaround!" She says in one breath. I stare at her for a while, my eyes wide.

"What in the world did you just say?" I ask, not having heard a word of it. Kagura takes a deep breath then slowly lets it out.

"You were gone a really long time. I thought you two were fooling around… Or something along those lines." She says. I glare at her as I sit on my bed.

"Why would you think something like that?" I ask her, trying to sound as casual as I can. My voice must not be very convincing since she's giving me the "all knowing eye."

"You've had feelings for him since you got him as your lawyer." She tells me dryly.

"Let me be in denial about that, please." I ask her as I lie down.

"Sorry. Denial isn't an option in jail… Hell, if denial were an option, then I think I'm not in prison! I'm in a field of flowers…" She trailed off, sounded as if she were happy. Not just normal happy, I mean the happy that comes only from being high.

"Kagura…"

"Yes?"

"You sound drugged." I tell her flatly. She emits a small giggle then sighs.

"You won't believe this…" She says. I shoot up instantly, eager to hear her news.

"What!" I ask quickly. She gives me an amused look then looks back down at the contents she holds in her hand. I can't see them as of yet.

"I ran out of cigarettes." She tells me. I sigh then lie back down.

"You could have told me that before I thought there was real news." I say as I close my eyes.

"What did you expect me to say?" She asks, sounding shocked.

"I thought… Don't laugh at me for this."

"I won't laugh if I know you can hear." She promises. I glare at her before continuing.

"I thought you'd say that one of us got out… Or that my lawyer confessed his love for me…" I say. She doesn't make noises, which is beginning to alarm me. Finally, I open my eyes and look at her.

Kagura's face is red, probably from lack of oxygen. She sees me looking then finally lets loose the air she was holding in. Once she's regained her ability to breathe, she begins to laugh hysterically.

"What!" I ask, trying to silence her laughter with something else. It takes her a while to come down from laughing and into a state where she can talk normally.

"You just said you're trying to be in denial about your feelings for Lord of the Hot Lawyers, and then you say something about him confessing his love for you." She says. I blink then shake my head.

"Since when did you start calling him 'Lord of the Hot Lawyers'? I thought you wanted to call him Fluffy along with me." I say. She shrugs.

"He sounds more sophisticated my way." She says with a simple shrug.

"Who says we're worried about how smart he sounds?" I retort.

"Mainly him. He passed the exam to become a lawyer, don't you think he deserves some respect from us?" She asks. I think for a while then nod.

"Fine." I finally say.

This is when I realize something. Prison has been the happiest time of my life. I was having problems before prison, and I was nearly friendless. Then I was put in prison for something retarded, and suddenly I have my best friend beside me all the time! Literally…

There. Chapter… Wait, what chapter is this? Oh well, whatever chapter this is, it's done. Please review. Even if you're gonna tell me it's dumb, review.

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