Dark as Day
Chapter Five

Inuyasha was expecting a stereotypical high-tech office when he walked through the doors, or to be shot the moment he set foot inside after Kamen. Instead, he was greeted with a modest looking office. There was a wall lined with numerous monitors, showing a scene in what seemed like hundreds of different rooms.

"Kamen," a stern, yet strangely gentle, voice sounded from the back of the room, where a simple wooden desk and a chair sat. A man occupied the chair, looking towards them, his fingers interlaced and resting beneath his chin. "You have managed to capture the half-breed?"

"Yes," Kamen said with a curt nod before giving the man a respectful bow. Inuyasha just stared before slightly lowering his head. He felt uneasy and didn't want to take his attentions off either of the hunters.

Inuyasha shifted nervously, darting his golden eyes between Kamen and the new man—the leader of the demon exterminators. The man could probably strike the halfling dead within a minute. He swallowed the lump that grew in his throat and tried his best to remain unanimated.

"Excellent," the man said before turning his attention to the half-demon the two had been discussing. "What is your name, boy?"

"I…" he stopped short when he was about to say his name. He'd made the mistake of telling Naraku. He would certainly not tell it to these two. The exterminators could somehow find him if he gave his name. "Sha."

The two demon hunters exchanged glances. "Your name is Sha?"

"Yes." Inuyasha nodded, stilling his face, not daring to give away any information that would prove he was lying. "My name is Sha."

"Okay, Sha, then," the man said calmly before standing. He towered over the halfling, his black hair slicked back behind him. He moved around the desk to stand before Inuyasha. "I'm glad to see you among us, Sha."

"Uh… yeah…" Inuyasha said uneasily.

"I am the demon exterminator leader. I'm known as Hiro," the leader said calmly. This was Kamen's uncle. He stared up at the man, looking for a trace of familiarity. Although, it was hard to compare the two, seeing as how Kamen was constantly wearing those stupid goggles of hers and usually her metal gasmask as well.

"Um…"

"I trust that Kamen has explained the situation to you?" the man questioned.

"No." Inuyasha glanced at Kamen.

"Well then," Hiro steadied himself, staring down at Inuyasha like a father would an insolent child. "I suppose we'll have to do that, won't we."

But instead of proceeding to tell him about what the 'situation' was, Hiro simply turned on his heel and sat back down in his chair. He stared at Kamen, who gave a small nod. He waved his hand, beckoning them away.

Kamen did as she was told, walking to Inuyasha and grasping his wrist and pulling him out of the room. Once the door was tightly closed behind them, Inuyasha released a small sigh of relief. He was glad that was over.

"Where are you taking me?" he growled out, his eyes narrowing at the back of Kamen's head.

"To Sango and Miroku."

More aliases? Those names sounded normal. Almost, anyway. Sango wasn't a common name anymore, not after the sea demon had come in the eighties and wiped out the cities in the lower half of Japan. The demon had been named Sango. It was considered a curse to be named that now, and it was rare indeed to find someone named Sango.

Miroku, too, was considered a cursed name. A shadow demon, known for manipulating and capturing the mindset of a human, had possessed a man named Miroku, causing him to murder thousands of his own people. Inuyasha had been young when both incidents had occurred. He barely remembered them and people weren't quick to discuss the tragedies.

"And who are they?" Inuyasha growled out.

"They'll explain what's happening," Kamen said coolly, unfazed by Inuyasha's fiery glares directed towards her back.

They weaved through countless hallways, each dimly lit and sterile. Inuyasha found himself becoming dizzy as the multiple corners seemed to melt away to a giant dark haze. He had no idea where he was and he had even littler of an idea as to where Kamen was taking him.

Finally, Kamen came to an abrupt halt in front of a white, sterile doorway, identical to all doors they'd passed sans the golden number on the doorframe. Kamen knocked loudly and took a step back.

It took a moment but finally the door opened, revealing a tall figure. He wore a white coat, the same opt white as the walls and the doors. He looked up from his clipboard and pushed reading glasses up the bridge of his nose, staring at them with dark blue eyes.

Inuyasha blinked slowly as he took in the form of the man. His dark gaze kept switching between the half-breed and the demon huntress before he smiled. "Ah, Kamen, welcome."

Kamen nodded her head curtly and stepped in as the man took a step away, swinging the door open. Kamen pulled him in and shoved him towards a table covered in white butcher paper towards the back of the room. Inuyasha's heart leapt. He was in a doctor's office. This man was a doctor. He despised doctors, especially when they had needles.

Inuyasha swallowed and dug his heels into the titled floors.

"Stubborn little bugger, aren't you?" commented the man as he scribbled something down onto his clipboard and chuckled to himself. Inuyasha sent a withering glare towards him before pushing against Kamen and backing away from both of them, growling. The man made a small clicking noise and shook his head. "Grumpy, too."

"Who the fuck are you?" Inuyasha demanded.

The man seemed surprised and cleared his throat, nodding his head in a small mock-bow. "I am Dr. Miroku. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance…?"

"Sha," Kamen supplied.

"Ah," he said. "An odd name."

Inuyasha's eyes narrowed. "Are you insulting my name?"

"Oh, heaven's no," the man said with a bright smile and wave of his hand. He removed his glasses and tucked them over the pocket of his lab coat. He waved towards the table. "If you would be so kind as to sit on the table, Sha, I'll examine you."

"No one's examining me," Inuyasha snapped out. He heard Kamen sigh and he growled.

"Now, now," Dr. Miroku soothed with another wave of his hand. "No need to get hasty. It will only be a quick look. I must check a few things, Sha. You understand."

"No one's touching me!" Inuyasha commanded.

Dr. Miroku sighed and tucked his clipboard under his arm before digging his hand into the pocket of his lab coat. He extracted a small pellet. He held it up for Inuyasha to see.

"Now then," he said calmly when he saw the furious look on Inuyasha's face. "You can be so kind as to cooperate with my requests, or…" He tossed the pellet into the air and caught it. "I can release this gas bomb, knock you out, and let me have my way with you."

Inuyasha's look was nothing short of mortification. Miroku chuckled to himself at his own amusement. Inuyasha reluctantly retreated to the table and sat on it. Miroku beamed and strolled towards him, pocketing the pellet as he went.

"There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" Dr. Miroku beamed. Inuyasha grumbled something, the majority of the words slurred together as he whispered numerous profanities.

Kamen moved towards the doorway and left, not once looking back at the two men as she exited. Inuyasha watched her go, his eyes narrowing.

"So," Miroku said calmly as he set down his clipboard and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. "Did Kamen drag you here or did you actual willingly join us?"

Inuyasha pursed his lips. "Why would I willingly join this place?"

"It offers you security," Miroku offered as he dug around his supplies. He pulled out a small light and flashed it in Inuyasha's eyes. He watched as the cat-like pupils contracted, revealing the bright golden orbs more profoundly. "You get paid, you're protected from the government, and you get to see women rampaging around in tight outfits. What's not to like?"

"But you have to wear one, too," Inuyasha snarled out as he eyed the tight exterminator uniform he wore beneath his white doctor's coat. His protective plates were a dark blue and his sash was a dark mauve.

"That is very true," Miroku agreed with a nod. "But I get to cover it up with my coat. I can't say if you'll be so lucky, unless you're a doctor."

"No, I'm just a student," Inuyasha offered.

Miroku nodded his head as he switched to the other eye, examining it as well. "Then you won't be so lucky."

Inuyasha sighed and blinked away from the bright light shinning in his eye. When the light was pulled away, he could see numerous spots.

"So, tell me, Sha," Miroku tried to strike up a conversation. "You're a half-breed, correct?"

"How do you know that?" Inuyasha bristled.

Miroku shrugged on shoulder. "Kamen has been instructed to capture you after reporting to Hiro. My darling Sango overheard and told me. You're becoming quite infamous around here, Sha. The half-breed that appeared out of no where."

Inuyasha grunted.

Miroku eyed him, his dark blue eyes staring up at the half-demon. Inuyasha felt unnerved by the deep gaze. The man, though seemingly a pervert, had the eyes of a wise man.

"Do you have a human form?" Miroku questioned as he lifted Inuyasha's long hair and examined where human ears should have been. Inuyasha nodded. "Astounding, and how did you manage to pull off his human form. Do be honest."

"Um… well…" Inuyasha pursed his lips. "I didn't really 'become' a hanyou, you could say, until a few weeks ago."

Miroku pulled away, his dark blue eyes wide. "What do you mean?"

He quickly grabbed his clipboard and poised his blue pen, prepared to write down whatever it was that Inuyasha was about to say. Inuyasha was growing increasingly uncomfortable and squirmed. His shifting caused the crumbled butcher paper beneath him to crinkle.

"When I was younger my dad… he…" Inuyasha paused as he watched Miroku scribbling down something quickly, his hand jerking around as he wrote. "With the help of Dr. Yomohama my dad found a way to seal my blood, I guess." He furrowed his brow. "It caused my demon blood to become dormant. It wasn't a seal that was meant to last forever, though. I'm a hanyou now."

"Amazing," Dr. Miroku marveled as he finished writing and slipped his pen behind his ear. He shook his head in wonderment. "To have such technology…! Truly amazing." He circled Inuyasha, looking at him at all different angles. "And you are completely unharmed?"

Inuyasha hesitated. "Yes. I think."

"Amazing," Miroku said again.

Inuyasha fidgeted again. "Can I leave now?" he questioned, his eyes darting towards the door. "I want to leave."

Miroku shook his head, an unnerving smile on his lips. "I'm afraid not, Sha. There are still things I have to see about."

He lifted Inuyasha's hand and examined it. Inuyasha tried to pull it away but the man had a firm grip. Miroku would pause momentarily and write something down on his clipboard. Whatever it was that Miroku saw, Inuyasha was blind to it. The half-breed tried to see what it was that the doctor was looking for, but found it to be impossible.

Finally, Miroku pulled away and retreated to the counter lining the wall. He returned a short moment later with a cotton swab. He extended Inuyasha's arm and dabbed at the dip where his forearm met his bicep. Inuyasha's eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing?" he snapped out.

"Preparing to retrieve a blood sample," Miroku said calmly.

"Oh hell no!" Inuyasha snapped out, his eyebrows furrowing. "No one's touching me with any needle."

Miroku sighed and rubbed his temples. Inuyasha was about as easy to examine as a small, disobedient child… Only this big baby was far louder and stronger than any kid he'd ever seen.

"And why is that?"

"Because…" Inuyasha huffed.

Miroku's eyebrows arched towards his hairline and he placed his hands on his hips. "Okay then…" He had a small dawning of realization. "You're afraid of needles, aren't you?"

"No!" Inuyasha snapped out quickly, a little too quickly.

Miroku smirked knowingly and Inuyasha grumbled about stupid doctors and their needles. Miroku shook his head and moved to grasp his needle.

"It will only be a small prick. You won't even feel it," Miroku soothed and pointed towards the wall. "Just look at the wall and read the poster there. Don't look at your arm."

"I'm not some damned little kid," the half-demon snapped out, his golden eyes burning with his anger. "You don't need to treat me like one."

"Then don't act like one," Miroku shot back as he grasped the half-breed's arm and prepared to draw blood.

"I already know what my blood type is, if you're wondering," Inuyasha growled out as he stared at the wall, his lips pursed. "It's A positive. Now get that fucking needle away from me."

Miroku pierced Inuyasha's skin and the demon stiffened. Miroku smiled lightly. "Though I'm glad you know your blood type, there are reasons for drawing blood from you."

"Going to experiment on me or something?" Inuyasha growled out snidely.

"Oh no, nothing like that," Miroku soothed, completely missing the taunting sarcasm in the half-breed's voice, "It's just for future references; you are the first half-demon to ever join the demon hunters, after all. It's momentous. It's also vital that we collect as much information about you as we possibly can. Mankind only knows so much about the halflings."

Inuyasha turned to look at Miroku as the doctor extracted the needle. The half-breed frowned at the small vial of his crimson blood.

"See that wasn't hard," Miroku bubbled out happily as he returned to his counter and stored the blood away. Dusting off his hands, removing invisible dust, the doctor returned to stand in front of Inuyasha. "Let's see…" the doctor murmured as he stared at his clipboard.

The tests that Doctor Miroku ran continued on for several hours, involving some routine procedures, tedious waiting, and a couple painful examinations.

After what seemed like years to Inuyasha, Miroku wiped his brow and straightened himself. "That's it. We're done."

"Great!" Inuyasha burst out, prepared to dart for his life.

"I'll be leaving then. You'll see the darling Ms. Sango momentarily," Miroku said with a nod as he glanced up at the half-breed before looking at his board again. "I'll have to see you again tomorrow in case there are any questions."

Inuyasha watched as the doctor left the room, leaving the halfling to sit on the butcher paper and stare stupidly at the door he'd just left in. He was only alone for a few moments, however, when a woman walked in.

The first thing he noticed was that she was wearing the same outfit as Kamen and Miroku. Her protective plates were pink, though, and she had a red sash. Her hair was up in a high pony tail and the protective goggles, like the one Kamen wore, were perched on the crown of her head. Her metal gas mask swung around her neck like a large medallion.

She walked towards him and he also noticed that she was taller than Kamen. Why was he comparing her to Kamen? Why did he care?

His eyes narrowed as the woman stopped before him. She crossed her arms and he did the same.

"Your name is Sha, correct?" the woman questioned. Inuyasha gave a curt nod. "I am Sango, second in command of the demon hunters."

Inuyasha squirmed under her intense gaze. "Uh… Okay."

"You're now officially a member of the demon exterminators," Sango said casually, her dark gaze staring at him. Inuyasha blinked in surprise and reeled back.

"You're kidding me, right? What if I don't want to join?" he snapped out.

Sango chuckled and shook her head, her pink lips quirked upwards into a sardonic smile. She looked at him, her amusement flashing in her eyes. "I'm sorry; Sha, but you have no choice."

"And why the fuck is that?" Inuyasha barked out, his anger growing within him as his eyes narrowed.

Sango's light smile unnerved him.

"You're a demon… or at least part demon," Sango said slowly. "It is our responsibility to collect and destroy all the demons, no matter how much we may not want to." Her eyes saddened. "You have one of two choices. You can either join us and become a member of the demon hunters… or we'll have to kill you."

"Those are stupid reasons!" Inuyasha snapped out. "What gives you the right to force demons to join you or die?"

"You're one of the lucky ones. Some don't get a choice," Sango returned, her voice a tiny glimpse at the sadness she felt for such knowledge. "We know you're not evil, Sha."

She backed towards the door. "Think about it."

He watched her leave, his anger boiling within him.

When Sango had told him to think about, she must have really meant it. He was stuck in the room he was in. The door was locked from the outside and the walls were too thick to bust through. The headquarters was obviously a highly secured area, and he had no choice but to lie low in the room he'd been forced to occupy.

He huffed as he crossed the room, looking very much like a disgruntled tiger at the zoo. His golden eyes narrowed at the ground as he walked, his lips thinned and his brow furrowed.

"Ridiculous," Inuyasha scoffed to himself as he kicked out his foot and knocked against the table he'd been sitting on. He had no idea how long he'd been in the room. There were no windows to see the city outside and there was no clock to tell him how long he'd been pacing. It seemed like forever but it could have very well been only a couple of minutes.

Whatever the case, when he heard the door click open, he wasn't the least bit happy to see Miroku step in, his clipboard in hand.

"What are you doing here?" Inuyasha groused as he eyed the doctor warily. The said doctor slipped on his reading glasses and skimmed over the notes he'd taken earlier about Inuyasha.

"Just back with your test results," Miroku said breezily, his lips curved upwards into a tiny smile. Inuyasha didn't return it. "And I must say, Sha, you are by far the most fascinating specimen that I have ever come across."

"I'm not a damned experiment," Inuyasha said defenselessly. He didn't like being called a 'specimen'. Miroku nodded his head in understanding.

"Ah, yes, of course. Do forgive me," Miroku said smoothly as he waved a hand towards the table Inuyasha had kicked against the wall. "Sit down, please."

The half-breed did as he was asked and sat down, his fists clenched and grasping his knees. Golden eyes stared nervously at the doctor as Miroku grabbed his own chair and sat down in it, facing the halfling.

Miroku shifted through his paperwork. Time seemed to stop and Inuyasha fidgeted.

"Is there something wrong with me?" he finally demanded to know once the silence grew too long for him.

Miroku's eyebrows arched towards his hairline and he smiled. "No, no. Nothing of the sort!"

Inuyasha breathed a sigh of relief.

Miroku's smile widened at the hanyou's evident relief. When the hanyou gave him a sharp look he simply shrugged his shoulders. Pushing his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose, Miroku ran his index finger down the paper clipped to his clipboard.

"There are just… strange inconsistencies that I've never seen in demons or humans," Miroku said with a small tap of his fingers against his knees. Inuyasha frowned. "Let me elaborate… it seems that… you've undergone some mutations."

Inuyasha's eyebrows skyrocketed upwards towards his hairline, a look of pure, unadulterated alarm on his face. "What?" he managed to squeak out. "What do you mean?"

Miroku sighed and scratched his forehead with his index finger, a sign of nervousness on his part. Clearing his throat, he sat up a bit in his chair and lifted his head to Inuyasha.

"The drug your father and Dr. Yomohama used had some ill affects on your DNA. That's all I can hypothesize. By concealing your blood, it forced the human blood into dominance." He paused, as if expecting Inuyasha to soak in what it was that the man was saying. Miroku frowned thoughtfully.

"How positive are you that your blood type is A positive?" Miroku questioned hesitantly.

Inuyasha's frown depended. "One hundred percent. I got it checked when I gave blood a couple years ago."

The doctor hummed in thought. "Fascinating."

"What the fuck is so damned fascinating?"

"I've run tests multiple times to make sure it wasn't a fluke, but it seems that you are, in fact, AB positive, Sha."

"What?" Inuyasha's golden eyes stared at Miroku disbelieving. "There has to be some kind of mistake. How did my blood type change?"

"Once again, all I have is a theory," Miroku stated calmly. "All I could think of was that your mother had A type blood and your father had B type blood. By sealing your demon blood, your father's blood, type B, was hidden, allowing only your mother's type blood, A type, to be detected. But that should be scientifically impossible." Miroku seemed distressed. "In any case, that's only some of the problems that your body is undergoing."

"What's happening to me?" Inuyasha whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"I'm not exactly sure," the doctor admitted, removing his reading glasses and staring at Inuyasha with his large eyes. Inuyasha swallowed. "But I do know this… your body shouldn't have been forced to suppress such powerful demon blood."

Inuyasha rubbed his forehead, feeling the beginnings of a headache pounding beneath his skull. He sighed, golden eyes returning to the doctor's face.

"You still haven't answered my question," he growled.

"Well, apart from the sudden change in blood type," Miroku said calmly, drumming his fingers. "It seems that your heart rate has accelerated, as has your regeneration; which is all very standard for a demon. But, I've discovered something that hasn't occurred in any recorded demons. I believe that it may be as a result of your 'rebirth', per say."

"What?" Inuyasha's curiosity perked.

"Your brain is morphing," Miroku said calmly. Inuyasha's ears twitched towards him. "I've discovered some areas during your brain scan that are shifting and mutating, almost. Your neurons' activity is off the roof, and it seems that it's making up for lost time. Demons have a two percent increase in brain mass than humans, and so it seems that your nerve cells are trying to 'repair' the missing tissue, almost."

"Wow," Inuyasha breathed, unsure what Miroku was saying but realizing that this was a huge breakthrough.

"Yes, wow, indeed," Miroku agreed, and a small squeak of excitement rippled through his voice. "I'm not sure if that was a fluke as well, which is why I'd like to ask you if I could continue to examine you. It won't nearly take as long as the past two days have."

"Past two days?" Inuyasha burst out. Had that much time passed? His mother would be worried sick.

Miroku grinned sheepishly. "Yes, I'm sorry to say. So, will you? That is… if you choose to be part of the D.E."

Inuyasha frowned. "I don't want to die."

Miroku clapped his hands. "Excellent, I can hardly wait."

His enthusiasm was almost amusing, but the half-demon kept his mouth shut. Miroku tucked his clipboard once again under his arm and gave Inuyasha a small wave.

"Well, Sha, I thank you for your cooperation. If you'll excuse me, I must attend to my other patients. Kamen managed to drag in some new recruits, and I'm afraid I'll have to do what I did to you all over again with them." He sighed and shook his head. "It's such a tedious job… but I love it!"

"Erm… you're welcome?" Inuyasha half asked.

"Wait here," he instructed, nodded, and left the room, clicking the door shut behind him.

Inuyasha stood in silence again and sighed. Today had been a very intense day. Er… the past two days had been a very intense two days. He ran his fingers through his hair, allowing his claws to nick against one of his velveteen ears. It twitched away from him.

"This is boring," he muttered to himself. Why was he constantly being left in this god forsaken room? He felt crammed. He wanted to be outside again. He wanted to make sure that he hadn't actually spent two years in the room instead of two days. For all he knew, it could be his summer break and he wouldn't know—the fact that he didn't really sleep anymore kind of threw him off.

As soon as he was about ready to pull his hair one by one from his scalp just to pass the time, the door opened again and Kamen entered. Her mask swung around her neck, but her glasses stayed in place. She held a bundle in her arms. As she entered, she shut the door and tilted her head towards him. She offered a tiny smile.

Inuyasha was slightly thrown off. Besides smirks and dry chuckles, he hadn't seen much emotion from Kamen. And even though it was only a slight curve of pink lips, it was a bit unnerving.

"Here you go," she said, her voice echoing in the almost empty room. She set down the bundle on the table Inuyasha had been sitting on. She turned to him and brushed her black bangs that had fallen loose from her pony tail away from her eyes. "It's your uniform."

She motioned to the skintight uniform she wore. The black hide of a youkai skin didn't seem necessarily appealing to Inuyasha and he frowned thoughtfully. He'd practically be naked save for the skin itself and the coverings over his shoulders, elbows, shins, and middle. Kamen's were blue, and according to the bundle she'd just set down, his would be red.

Her small form stepped towards him and he towered over her. He looked down at her, his lips quirked downwards. "What?"

"We're partners now," Kamen said gently. "Hiro-Sama just announced it."

"Oh…" Inuyasha wasn't sure what to say. Bloody terrific. He was stuck with the block of ice.

"Once you undergo your necessary training," Kamen explained.

"I don't need training!" Inuyasha snorted. He was a black belt. And a demon. He didn't need training.

She ignored him and instead walked over to his bundle.

"Come here," she said with a wave of her hand. The hanyou moved towards her as she pulled things away from one another, separating it out on the table.

When she was done, there was a pile of clothes—his uniform on his right, and on his left was a pile of gadgets (that was the only word he could think of to describe them.)

Kamen lifted the gasmask. "I'll assume you know what this is." He nodded. She set it aside. She continued lifting things. "These are your ninja stars, your ashiko…"

He glanced at the pointy spikes that attached to the bottom of his boots. He doubted that he'd need them.

"Darts, and the fukiya to shoot them with," she explained, her voice weak. "Kakute."

"What's that?" Inuyasha interrupted. Kamen seemed annoyed, if the downturn of her lips was any indication. How he wish he could smell her; he could read moods that way. But she was still wearing something that sealed her scent.

"It's a ring with a string within, dipped in poison," she explained calmly. "You use it to strangle people."

"Oh."

She nodded and continued, yet again. "Here is your communicator, the H.Q. will contact you through it." She handed him a small ear piece. "It will fit over your ears, Sango made sure. These are your gas pellets, flash bombs, antidotes, eye drops, sleeping powder, poisons, silence bombs, purifying salt, ground stoppers, healing patches, and musk."

Inuyasha's head was spinning and his headache was a full blown migraine by now.

All the things she'd just handed him were extremely tiny. "Where am I supposed to keep these things?"

Kamen offered another tiny smile. "Your protective gear. They hold pockets within them specially designed to hold these small packages as well as protect them. You'll have enough room. Be sure to remember where you put everything."

"Right." He nodded.

"Next," she said, a small amount of relief in her voice. "Your protective goggles. Sango wasn't sure if you'd need them. We both agreed that you probably wouldn't, but it was best that you decide for yourself."

She handed him a heavy pair of glasses, exactly like the pair she wore. He put them on.

"There are different settings," she explained. "Normal vision, infrared, UV ray, and night vision. It aids human's eyesight, but we don't believe that it would help you. Also, there are mirrors on the sides that allow you to see behind you. Demons can sense things, though, so usually it's only distracting."

Inuyasha had to admit that it was a fascinating devise but he didn't need it. He handed it back to her.

"Two more things left," Kamen explained gently. She lifted a small choker. "This goes beneath your uniform, wherever it fits. Mine's around my bicep." He nodded, still unsure what it was for. "It's a stealth device. It hides your scent from others. I'm sure you've noticed that you can't smell anything on me."

Inuyasha didn't want to admit it, so he said nothing. He slipped the choker up his arm and beneath his shirt sleeve. It clung to his bicep and stayed there.

"Okay, what's the last thing? Lay it on me." He clapped his hands together.

He felt like he was still in an odd dream. A dream that he wasn't sure he'd wake up from any time soon. And he so wanted to.

Maybe he'd wake up and he'd be a twenty-two year old human on his way to his math class…

If only.

And to think he wanted excitement in his life. He'd give anything for boredom again.