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ROCK ON!!
"We're all done here," Miroku announced, standing as he turned to the women.
Sango and Kagome had been waiting a few feet away, sitting on one of the parking islands. It had been over an hour since the two officers first arrived, and by now 6 others had come to join them. "What did you find?"
The dark-haired officer walked over, dusting his latex-clad hands off. "Nothing much, sorry to say. Just that black box I found earlier and some a pair of gloves; no fingerprints anywhere."
Kagome buried her face in her hands. "What in the world am I going to tell Jii-san?"
"Tell him that someone planted a bomb in your car and it blew up; it's as simple as that," a voice nearby spoke. The heiress looked up to see Inuyasha, his hands on his hips wearing a cocky smirk.
"It's not that easy," she snapped, "we're suppose to be running a campaign very soon, and people won't like it if I'm being hunted down by some lunatic."
The hanyou raised an eyebrow. "A campaign? What campaign?"
"We're planning to save a village south of Narita, if it's any of your business," Kagome glared.
"If that's all, what's the need for a campaign?" Miroku inquired.
"Some construction company has already bought it."
"Oh."
Sango looked at her watch. "Kagome, it's getting late; we should take you home before the news comes on. I think Higurashi-sama would want to hear about the incident from you, and not some reporter."
The younger woman groaned and buried her head once again.
"Do you ladies need a lift home?"
The older woman looked up at Miroku's offer. "You two don't mind?"
"Nope, not at all; we're getting off work actually. We just need to drop off the evidence at the department and pick up my car, and we'll take you two home." Miroku pointed to the cafe. "Why don't you two stay there in the mean time? We'll only be about half an hour."
"Arigatou," Sango responded, bowing to the two men. She led her tearful friend into the cafe, murmuring a few words of comfort to her."
"Well, we might as well go," the older officer sighed, glancing at his partner.
"You never turn down an opportunity to help the opposite sex, do you bouzou?"
Miroku grinned. "Nope, never."
True to his word, Miroku returned a half an hour later. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a black shirt, a nice contrast from his officer uniform. Kagome saw him as entered the cafe, and poked her friend beside her, who was currently chugging down her 3rd cup of coffee. "Sango, he's here."
Sango finished her drink, left some money on the table, and hurried after her friend who was already at the man's side. "Thank you again, Miroku, for all this trouble," Kagome said, running a hand through her hair.
"No problem," he answered, opening the door. A black Ford Explorer was parked in the front, a passenger already inside.
"Inuyasha's with me; his car is in the shop for repairs, so he's been carpooling with me for the last couple of days. Oi! Inuyasha! Come out here, would you?"
A low growl came from the front passenger's side as the door opened and the hanyou stepped outside. Kagome's heart stopped at the figure before her. He was wearing black jeans which were a bit baggy, and a red muscle shirt which outlined every single muscle on his upper body perfectly. Sunglasses perched atop his head, right behind his ears, and his black shoes completed the outfit.
"Hey wench, whatcha staring at?" Her daydream was broken as the voice sent her crashing back into reality. There he was, with his trademark smirk, his eyes laughing.
"Nothing," Kagome snapped, averting her eyes to dig for some unknown object in her purse.
"Come now, children, play nice," Miroku teased, watching the two bicker. "Let's get a move on."
Kagome hopped into the backseat, busy trying to find some reception with her cell phone. Sango moved in to sit next to her friend, when Miroku stopped her.
"Uh, Inuyasha," he started, "Sango gets a bit carsick when she rides in the back. Do you mind?"
The hanyou glanced at the woman. "Is that right?"
Sango was about to object when the hand around her wrist tightened. "Yes, I'm afraid so," she said through clenched teeth.
Inuyasha shrugged, and got into the back with Kagome and closed the door. "What was that about?" Sango asked suspiciously.
"Oh nothing," Miroku said, eyes twinkling.
"Miroku . . ." Sango warned, "you're not trying to set those two up, are you?"
"No, no, of course not!" he exclaimed, walking towards the driver's side. He gave Sango a wink, and disappeared into the car. The woman sighed, and got in.
The trip to the Higurashi Shrine was a fairly quiet one. Kagome, realizing that her cell phone was useless, threw it back into her purse and laid back in the seat, and fell asleep shortly after. Sango was busy staring outside the window, as was Inuyasha, while Miroku focused his attention on driving.
"Here we are."
Inuyasha gazed up at the long staircase that led up to the shrine. Sheesh, he thought, no wonder she has a nice pair of legs . . . walking up that thing takes a bit of excercise . . . wtf? nice legs?
The hanyou shook his head, trying to make his thoughts disappear. His attention turned to the slumbering woman beside her. "Yo, wench, you're home; wake up and stop drooling on the upholstery." He poked her arm.
Kagome's eyes fluttered open, gazing upon a pair of golden ones. He has such beautiful eyes . . . Her eyes shot open at the thought of her daydreaming Inuyasha. She picked up her purse, and opened the door.
"Thank you again, Miroku," Sango said, waving at the driver. "Are you sure you don't need a ride home?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine, I'll be staying here with Kagome," she assured, as her friend emerged from the otherside of the car.
"Alright then; take care you two," he called out, Inuyasha switching from the back to the front. The two women waved, and trudged up the long stairs.
Miroku watched in amusement as his partner's gaze never left a certain woman. "You like her, don't you?"
"What?" the hanyou's head snapped toward the direction of his friend. "Don't be ridiculous!" He snorted, leaning forward to turn on the radio. "Why would I like a prissy, stuck-up girl like that?"
The older man chuckled at his friend's antics, turning on the road once again. Whatever you say, my friend . . . whatever you say . . .
AU: Yeah, I know this chapter's a little short . . . I'll try to make the upcoming ones longer. I'm seriously having what my English teacher would call, 'a brain fart.' I don't know if its cause school is starting or what, but I'm fighting really hard to just write a chapter a day . . . don't worry, I'll finish these stories somehow . . .