Authors note: Okay i forgot to add some things lol. I don't own inuyasha. I've had a rough week with taking care of my kitty cause some mean heartless person kicked my cat. She came home shaking but now she's getting better so I've been busy taking care of her. D Anyways i had to break up this so the next part should be out soon I'm hoping for next sunday. Well have a great fourth of july! (If you celebrate it).

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Chapter 1: Names

A sigh flows out of her mouth as her simple black heels click across concrete. Tonight, she could feel it; she would find something important tonight. A foreboding chill of ghostly hands brushes down her spine, causing her to pull her thin red beaded wrap closer. With a thought about idiotic dress styles she fusses with the hem of a dress that could easily be called 'The little black dress'.

Her eyes scan the street as she crosses to the other side. She isn't worried about the street itself, though it did have a very horror movie like appeal. Worries came from invisible enemies, the kind that befriended and betrayed. If any such enemy greeted tonight, she'd have to be careful with the information she had gathered about her father's last job. Grief passes through her eyes as she thinks of her father's untimely demise.

A soft whisper leaves her painted lips, "Two months, one week… four days." Like the circumstances her grief becomes hidden, until it seems both are unreal.

Her thoughts are very dark by the time she steps in front of the club. Immediately the darkness that had been looming around her ceases and is replaced with fake warmth. A neon sign buzzes like a thousand swarming bees trapped in curly script forming the word, Joy. Club Joy to be exact, which reminded her of why exactly she was here…

----------Flashback-------------

His eyes stared back at her with a dull lifelessness that she hoped was reserved only for the dead. The phone rang; cutting tension like a skilled assassin. The chair she'd been sitting in hit the floor, but she didn't hear it. She grasped at the sheer sense of panic and ran. Ran to get away, to escape what she didn't wish to believe was true. Her front door seemed to get further and further away the closer she got to it.

A sock-clad foot slipped and slender arms flailed about to grab something to stop her from falling. This something turned out to be a small table. Her hand connected with the hard wood unexpectedly throwing off her balance and causing her to fall with a thud on the floor. The thud was soon followed with multiple crashes and swears on her part. The panic would have remained but the incessant ringing of the phone ceases. It left silence in its wake like a suddenly stopped engine. Her heart is racing, but her mind stills as she sees the letter that amongst other items has found refuge around her on the floor. The envelope was ordinary enough, but the words carefully written in black ink burned into her eyes.

To my dearest daughter

Strange she could almost hear him say those words in that wonderful deep voice of his. The shock still had yet to give in to grief, so she opened the letter. Sitting on her apartment floor, cluttered with stuff and her father's frozen head in the next room, she read…

Sango,

There is no excuse for this letter. Only that I had to write it in case I got in over my head. I hope your eyes never have to see this but I wanted to write it just in case. As you know I am working a particular sticky job at the moment. It involves a very powerful organization. I do not under any circumstance wish for you to pursue the case, but I understand that you will anyways. I only want you to know that I love you and no matter what happens take care of yourself. Don't let my death consume you like your mother's did me.

I have hidden clues around your apartment, this letter you might find several times. I wasn't sure if my enemies would search your place so I wanted to be sure that you at least found some clues as to what might have happened to me and how to deal with it.

Now some instructions for you; Stay away from the police and my office. Keep my death a secret, which will keep you safe for some time. The people I'm dealing with would not stop at just killing me; they would come after you too. I'm still in the early stages of investigation but I've already found some information that would push this company off the world market forever. However one does not go around throwing accusations unless there is reasonable evidence. Unfortunately I cannot tell you who has hired my services as I must protect them.

So goodbye my darling daughter, may you find and keep long lasting love and happiness in your life like I never could.

Forever and Always with love,

Dad

Her eyes had scanned the letter again and again, hoping for more. Minutes went by until they became hours. The clock above her stove ticked in a mocking way. She curled up on the floor soothing her aching soul.

Finally after what felt like eternity she raised herself from the floor and tided up. Her mind was always calmer when she was busy with activity…

She searched her apartment until all the little notes her father had left her with were assembled on her bedroom floor. Names and addresses were on each piece of paper. She then began a quest of finding as much out as she could. One name at a time…

--------End Flashback--------

Sango had gone through numerous names and addresses the past months. Most had been unhelpful. She hoped tonight wouldn't be one of those bad names, she was beginning to become restless.